#miya atsumu x reader smau

[piftamere]

play dumb!

synopsis : after your last heartbreak you decide to get a little revenge, what could go wrong?

content : loser!atsumu, college au (but they never go to class lol), pining, fluff, suggestive, cheating, angst, ooc, mother issues, suicidal ideation (?), characters are adults, written parts

don't look at the time stamps or dates :D

status: finished!!

pairing : atsumu x f!reader

schedule : so inconsistent sorry in advance <3

taglist : closed :)

dividers

inspo : this smau, how to lose a guy in 10 days, and this

introductions : chronically single + yn | fuck, marry, kill, sanitize

yn style guide

prologue : hey girlie

one : don't change the subject (written)

two : oh

three : you owe me

four : he'll live (written)

five : you're no fun

six : good guy (written)

seven : watch me

eight : girlfriendy (written)

nine: keg stand (written)

ten : delightful to be around

eleven : maybe you're right

twelve : hello kitty bandages (written)

thirteen : don't get used to it (written)

fourteen : cares about (written)

fifteen : naked man in the kitchen

sixteen : covering my ears (written)

seventeen : look back (written)

eighteen : the truth (written)

nineteen : ok rude

twenty : not fair (written)

twenty-one : wish you the best

twenty-two : mushy and in love (written)

the end <3

[heartmaddie]

being ts!atsumu's partner

notes post time skip , reader is an actress , idk kinda crack and offtopic from the ask. everyone say thank u dee for the request! - reqs are open if u wanna req.. aha

©heartmaddie all rights reserved. please do not repost my work.

(i did this in december and wasn't bothered to finish it)

[solzscribblez]

showmance (one chance) - m. atsumu x f!reader

m. atsumu x f!reader

summary: miya atsumu has been asking out the techie that he fell in love with on the first day of college every single day since they met- and she has been avoiding him like the plague.

OR atsumu is down bad for tech theatre!reader, and she refuses to be one of miya atsumu's showmances.

tags: university!au, actor!au, (un)requited love, pining

warnings: miya atsumu is a loser, ooc characters, copious use of marijuana, cursing, drug/alcohol usage x2, atsumu is really annoying for a while just hang in there i swear

taglist: 10/50 (open!) send an ask or reply to be tagged!

chapters:

introductions: coming soon...

chapter one: coming soon...

[st4ringlow]

"you shouldnt wear that,"

you were taken aback by the unexpected comment from the man you hardly knew, your mouth agape as words failed to come forth. "i-im sorry..?" you asked, your voice tinged with hesitation and confusion. the man has a bored look on his face, but his words is totally striking your pride. "you're miya's girlfriend arent you? but people cant seem to differentiate between you and a slut because of that dress you're wearing," you were really surprised by his rudeness, and the word 'slut' hurts you like shit. no one has ever called you that, and why is this random stranger degrading you like you're some low women?

"what the hell did you just say to my girl?" atsumu's voice was cold and harsh, his angry tone evident. "who the fuck are you to tell my girl what to wear?" he asked, his fists clenched and jaw tightening. before you could speak, atsumu punched the guy. a commotion ensued, and you both left the party as the situation worsened. its safe to say atsumu made some new enemies that night, and now he's enduring a lecture from you while you apply ice to his bruised jaw.

you know atsumu is not a weak man; he will throw punches if needed for you. he doesn't mind being your knight in shining armor, because it's you.

"dont mind his words, you can wear whatever the fuck you want because i can and will fight if anyone opposes," a smile formed on your lips as you heard atsumu's words.

[dearru]

getting stood up | ft. hq boys

-> pairings: miya atsumu, miya osamu, hinata shoyo, suna rintaro, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader | sfw | cw: smau, cursing, they all highkey want u | genre: fluff | mlist

-> synopsis: you text your friend after getting stood up, and he knows exactly how to comfort you.

—a/n: don’t look at me.

[clawsdevour]

hold the phone

wc: 0.8k content warning: post-time skip, established relationship, osamu x reader, smut, osamu's on call with atsumu but also in you, mating press, not proof read

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osamu's large smoldering hands push behind your knees down closer to your chest, as if flattening you into a pancake. a mating press compacted under his large throbbing figure that reeked of lust the more osamu's cock shoves itself in and back out of your sopping cunt that yearned for more.

heaving moans being exchanged amidst the heat and built-up sexual tension in the air while the squelching sounds of your fluids combining rapidly grew louder by the second amongst your damp skin slapping against each other.

however, just when you felt him poke at your g-spot, a buzzing sound that vibrated in the sheets glowed a white screen under the thin fabric.

bzzzzzzz, bzzzzzzz..!

coming to a quick halt, slowing his strokes to become gradual and sensational pace as his rippling torso reaches to your side to check who's calling at this ungodly hour.

"should i pick up? it's my brother atsumu, ugh what does he want?" he groaned in exhaustion, showing you atsumu's contact ringing in the palm of his hand.

"yeah but make it quick 'samu.." you cooed out, eyebrows furrowed as his throbbing cock continued to leisurely move in and out of your overstimulated slick folds.

"m'kay," osamu's husky deep voice trailed along with a slight smirk creasing on the right corner of his mouth, a finger in the middle of his lips subtly signifying you to be quiet.

pressing the receive button with his large thumb, then the speaker icon. osamu's bringing his cell closer to his ear, placing it in the crook of his neck supported by his broad shoulder.

"y'er on speaker," averting his eyes back onto the holy sight under his muscular stature, returning a hand back under your knee with the other drawing tiny circles on your pulsating slippery clit.

"'samu..!" you discreetly squeaked out when you felt his fiery imprints on you.

osamu's looking down on you with his droopy sinful eyes, the plastered smirk on his lips spreading to the ends of his face when he started to slowly click his hips with yours, your hands finding their way to your face to block out any noise that'd soon escape from your lips.

"did my package get to y'er address by any chance? it said it was delivered, but i ain't see it at all," hearing his twin on the other side of the call.

"mm.. it might've. i can check after i'm done with what i'm doin'," a chillingly calm response to suppress his grunting.

"aight, just let me know if it came. i'll head over tomorrow mornin' to pick it up," listening to atsumu sigh before a shuffling noise, thinking he's about to hang up.

"soo.. 'samu, how's ya girl been?" questioning his twin with a playful tone, almost taunting him.

it's like that question made osamu harder. just the bare thought alone of watching you get stuffed full of him whilst having a conversation on the side ignited something in him. it just made osamu want to tease you even more.

"goin'– ...great" osamu visibly grunts, hoping the audio caught onto atsumu's end, "she's with me right now actually.. d'ya wanna say hi to her?"

eyes widening in shock as your jaw dropped when you hear osamu suggest that you say hi. making out a 'sure!' from the other end of the line, osamu's releasing his grip on the back of your knee to bring his phone closer to your mouth.

"h-hey..! how you been atsumu..!" you breathed out, trying to steady your heart that raced out of your chest despite osamu's thrusts starting to increase in speed.

"what's good, is 'samu treating ya like royalty?" atsumu joked, replying with a simple, "mhm–!"

shit. you just accidentally let a moan slip by on speaker. looking up at your boyfriend in a blazing red shade, he's got the biggest grin on his face from how flustered you are before taking the phone back.

"sorry 'tsumu, we're in the middle of something. pick it up in the mornin', yeah?" immediately coming to a close to finish what he started.

tossing his phone back into the tangled crinkled sheets, he's going at you with full force making you yelp out loud from the sudden change in pace.

osamu's hot face peppers your pink complexion with his gentlest kisses like a reward. moving down to press sloppy wet hickeys on your neck while you whimpered in pleasure.

"so that's why y'all was acting weird.." atsumu loudly gasped despite being muffled in with the sheets.

osamu forgot to press the end call button.

masterlist here

[suhkusa]

BOTH AIN’T SH!T - A HAIKYUU SMAU

PAIRING. Osamu Miya x f!Reader, Atsumu Miya x f!Reader

CW. college au!, angst, fluff, OOC, suggestive/mature humor, the twins aren’t very good people, lowkey y/n isn’t either, language, some written content, a lot of fighting and arguments, childhood friends-to-lovers, love triangle in a sense

STATUS. COMPLETE

SUMMARY. The Miya twins had an infamous reputation around campus— one being known for sleeping around while the other plays hard to get. But what happens when they both decide they want to settle down with none other than you, their childhood friend.

INTRO.

1. BESTEST FRIEND

2. WHORE ENDEAVORS

3. PRESUMED DEAD

4. PEACE AND LOVE

5. LOOK AT ME

6. STICK TOGETHER

7. SLUTTY OOMFS

8. DROWN TO DISTRACT [📝]

9. CAUGHT A STRAY

10. A CERTAIN MIYA

11. GO TWINS!!!!

12. END OF SUBJECT

13. PASSION PROJECT

14. FRAGILE

15. THE TRUCE

16. STUDIOUS AHH

17. U WANT HIM SO BAD

18. WHAT NOW

19. NERVES [📝]

20. MAYBE IT WAS

21. ALL OFFENSE [📝]

22. ONE CHANCE

23. FOR THE PLOT

24. YOU’RE DEAD

25. EPIPHANY [📝]

OSAMU’S ROUTE.

1. REACH OUT

2. TIME [📝]

3. NOSTALGIC

4. HOME SWEET HOME [📝]

5. MY LOVE

END.

ATSUMU’S ROUTE.

1. JUMPED THE GUN

2. SPEAKS VOLUMES [📝]

3. THEULTIMATEFREAK

4.BEUTIFIL

END.

• both routes continue after ch. 25

• will be updated everyday at 2-5 PM PST

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[lysatoru]

SMASH!⚝

haikyu characters hitting you with the ball accidentally!

oikawa, suna, atsumu, akaashi, bokuto, kageyama, osamu, kuroo <3

the haikyu requests are open! idea from @nycteis17 <3 (we’re gonna see the haikyu movie tonight, feel like we’re 16 again🥹)

if you want a part2, tell me with who!

[skiiyoomin]

BOO i love the texts of accidentally sending nudes. please make one for the twins, rin and anyone else tbh ehhehe they’re so funny

ღAccidentaly sending them nudes part 4

ʚCont: slightly suggestive, gn!reader, use of babygirl (as a joke), swearing

ʚCharacters included: Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Kita, Sakusa

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[honeekyuu]

miya4 as your roommates (feat. osamu x reader)

[piftamere]

twenty-two - mushy and in love (wc : 1.2k)

he walks the hall, the muted sound of footsteps echoing off the floors. the gallery walls stretch endlessly on either side, paintings hung in line beneath soft lights. his breath catches when he reaches the section where her name, slanted, unmistakable, is signed in the corner of each canvas. they are arranged in what appears to be chronological order.

the first few paintings are harsh and furious, deep reds, rough black strokes and muddy browns clashing together like a storm. there’s a strangely specific detail he doesn’t miss. a pair of shoes discarded in a trash can, sullied and ruined. it echoes a painful memory.

he swallows hard and keeps moving.

as he moves along, the tone shifts. the next canvas is almost oppressively bland, with neutral grays and dusty beiges. it feels empty and unimportant, void of emotions.

then gradually, the colors brighten, pale yellows blend into warm greens and rich blues. the brushstrokes become freer, more assured.

he stops at a painting of a man lying face down on a white sheet. a pink bandage on his cheekbone, the rest of his face obscured by his disheveled hair. vulnerability and intimacy radiate from the paint strokes. his chest tightens with something warm and bittersweet.

further down, there’s an unsettling portrait of a child with a bloody nose, clutching a worn stuffed bunny. her wide, teary eyes pierce through the canvas. the next painting shows the same child, laughing, as she splashes in sparkling water, no longer alone.

and then he finds her.

she looks different. polished. composed. her hair gleams under the lights, her cuticles no longer raw. she’s dressed professionally, in a way that he isn’t used to, dress pants and a blazer replacing the leather jacket and denim miniskirt he remembers.

she’s deep in conversation with someone, gesturing toward one of her pieces. there’s a nervous energy in her movements, though she hides it well. when the other person leaves, he clears his throat. “so, are you the next van gogh?”

startled, she turns around swiftly, eyes wide with shock. for a moment, she just stares at him, as though unsure whether he’s really there.

“the jury’s still out,” she says finally, attempting playfulness. “you think i have a shot?”

her voice wavers, betraying her unease.

he chuckles, crossing his arms as he studies the painting in front of them. “bigger than van gogh,” he teases.

she mirrors him, not sure what to do with her hands. after a beat of silence she starts quietly. “i’m sorry-”

he cuts her off, firm. “i didn't come here to hear you apologize again.”

she snaps her head toward him and pauses, her eyebrow furrowing in surprise, “why are you here then?”

“i told you i’d come see your art.”

she doesn’t know what to say, but a small smile tugs at the corner of her lips, “right.”

a pause.

“so… thoughts?” she asks, sounding almost shy.

“you want my feedback?”

she nods, hesitant.

a playful glint flickers in his eyes, “the colors are nice.”

it’s strange, laughing and joking like nothing happened. like she didn’t betray him. it feels good, but there’s this weight pressing down on her chest. he feels it too.

he looks back at her paintings, and with a sheepish look on his face he mumbles, “sorry for puking on your shoes.”

“i loved those shoes” she replies, the smallest hint of a pout on her lips.

“what were you thinking bringing shoes you liked to a party?”

“i didn’t exactly plan that someone would puke on them!” she says, louder than intended. a few heads turn, but neither of them cares.

“great first impression huh?” he jokes, though his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

she chuckles despite herself, looking around nervously. she ignores the curious looks from her friends on the other side of the room. “do you want to eat something? i hear the food’s pretty good.”

they find a quieter spot in a hallway near the back of the gallery and sit down with their plates. the hum of conversations fades into the background as they eat in silence, neither daring to break it. once they’re finished, the air thickens again, heavy with everything unsaid.

she stares at the floor, her fingers twisting nervously in her lap. “did you really come just to see my art?”

he shrugs, “i guess i wanted to see you too.”

“i don’t get it.” she exhales shakily, “how you still want to see me.”

“i don’t get it either,” he admits, looking down. “not fully. even if you lied and it wasn’t real, it felt real to me. more real than anything i’d ever felt before.”

she winces, guilt flickering across her face. her voice is barely above a whisper. “it was real to me too, in the end.”

silence stretches between them as people pass by, the exhibition nearing its end. neither of them make an attempt to leave.

“i read your letter a lot,” he admits quietly.

she tenses, visibly bracing herself. “and?”

he exhales shakily. “the first time, i was pissed. i thought, why now? why would you say all that when it was too late?” he pauses, searching for the right words. “but then i read it again… and again. and it started to feel different. less like a confession and more like-”

“like what?” she asks, her voice fragile.

“like hope.” 

her eyes widen, glossy. “hope?”

“yeah,” he says softly, gaze fixed on his hands. “you didn’t write it to make yourself feel better. you weren’t asking me to forgive you. you just… laid it all out. the ugly truth, the things you did.” he swallows hard. “it felt honest.”

“i was scared you’d never even read it,” she admits, her voice breaking. “that you’d just throw it away.”

“i almost did,” he confesses. “but i couldn’t. i couldn’t stop thinking about what you said.” his voice lowers. “about shion, about how you didn’t think you could be loved.”

she flinches, looking away. “i shouldn’t have dumped all that on you.”

“i’m glad you did.”

her head snaps back toward him, surprise evident on her features.

“i needed to know,” he continues. “even if it hurt. i needed to know that it mattered to you, that we mattered.”

“it mattered,” she whispers gently. “god, it mattered so much.”

the weight of her words hangs between them, undeniable.

he lets out a soft laugh, tinged with disbelief and something lighter. something closer to relief.

“there’s one thing in your letter that i don’t agree with,” he admits, and she cocks her head to the side, intrigued. “you didn’t ‘make me believe’ i loved you. i fell in love with you.”

she shakes her head, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “but you don’t know me.”

“i don’t?”

“no,” she insists, voice trembling. “i’m selfish, mean and i get petty when i’m wrong. i’ll fuck up again, hurt you. and you’ll get bored, and i’ll feel trapped waiting for it to fall apart, because that’s how it always goes.”

he meets her gaze steadily, “okay.”

she blinks rapidly, thrown off guard. “okay?”

“okay.” he repeats, chuckling a little awkwardly but still warmly.

it’s not perfect. there’s still so much left unresolved, so much to heal. but as they sit there, side by side, the weight pressing on their chests feels just a little lighter.

and when they leave the gallery together, neither of them looks back.

fun facts

after seeing the tweets atsumu got worried someone'd ask him about the art

he did his best to "dress smart", poor guy has no idea what to wear to an art exhibition

yn was wearing atsumu's jersey at his game and it made him sooo happy

until he heard her and osamu point and laugh when he missed his serve

hinata and kageyama asked atsumu and yn to go on a double date, because that's how they all got together, they pretend to find them annoying but they're happy they're back together

author's note

the end!!! i loved writing this fic, thank you for reading it! 🫶🫶

the end is inspired by Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind bc i love this movie:)

play dumb!

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[valleyofheartz]

The Anti-Confession - SMAU pt. 1

part 2.

Characters: Atsumu, Osamu, Kita, & Suna

warnings: uhh y/n kinda insecure in some, lowkey themes of mental health issues in osamu’s, cursing quite a bit in suna’s and osamu’s. some angst i guess. idk i think that’s it-.-

inspired by user: @/dazed- -xx !! concept/idea creds to them<3

a/n: lmk if you guys want me to do any other characters bc i think this concept is so fun LOL

[solzscribblez]

chapter two: proposal (not clickbait)showmance (one chance) masterlist

more:

atsumu did in fact do a very obnoxious fake proposal during rehearsal (she said no) (he got in trouble)

atsumu also did have to take the bus- and then had to run back so he wasnt late

for anyone who doesnt know- designers for shows typically give presentations on the first day of rehearsal to the cast and creative team! (what yachis talking about)

a/n: this is rly just a filler chapter... and i may not keep this up forever i dont like it all LMFAO but i have terrible writers block right now so im just posting this anyways

taglist: @reignsaway @diorzs @meosq @dazqa @corvid007

@kxttqi @giocriedpower @gigiiiiislife

[st4ringlow]

miya osamu x reader drabble

osamu hates it when someone else is in the kitchen with him.

he personally thinks its a hassle and slows down the work when there are more than one person in the kitchen. whenever someone offers help, he immediately declines, insisting that he can do it on his own. one time he got super grumpy because atsumu is too stubborn to leave him alone in the kitchen and fucking up the chopped vegetables. thats why he prefers to cook alone.

you, however, he doesnt mind. not that he lets you help him though, but he needs to feel your presence in the kitchen, " 's moral support," he said. he lets you yap while hes cooking, and will give comments and reactions to your conversation. 'oh d'you know about that old lady two houses across?' , 'i think im actually good at cooking, 'm just lazy,' , 'can we go to the ramen diner some time? heard it was good,' , ''m getting fat if you keep feeding me with your cookings,' . you may be quite the conversationalist, but osamu enjoys listening to you.

miya osamu may not enjoy others in his kitchen space, but for you, he would make an exception. even if you poorly chop the ingredients or botch the sautéing by overheating, he'll let it slide.

[rintoorou]

more miya twins as your brothers! (implied suna x reader)

see pt. 1 here

tags haikyuu smau, miya twins, miya atsumu smau, miya osamu smau, suna rintarou smau

[kenjisatos]

MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (SAKUSA EDITION)

will probably make this a series. i just love this team so darn much *sigh*

[atsumu version]

this fic features…

haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, sus atsumu 🤨, genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.

Set the scene: the MSBY quartet shuffle into frame, they each take their seat in front of the iconic blue backdrop. You hear Hinata and Bokuto exchanging lively words, Atsumu fixing his hair so it swooshes the right way, and Sakusa removing his face mask and handing it to their team’s pr manager who accompanied them to this shoot.

“Is one of us gonna say it or are we all gonna say it together?” Hinata asks, looking at his teammates.

“I think we should all say it,” Atsumu replies, to which Sakusa nods in agreement.

Bokuto claps his hands together, getting excited. “Let’s do this!”

- cut scene -

“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets!” They say in unison.

Bokuto makes a jazz hands gesture, “Sakusa Kiyoomi edition~” he sings, as Hinata bounces in his chair and Atsumu slaps Sakusa’s back in an attempt to hype up the outside hitter.

Sakusa sighs and lets out a defeated chuckle, “Lord, help me…”

- cut scene -

The crew tosses Sakusa a phone, he catches it easily and takes a deep breath before reading.

“I need MSBY’s #15 to bend that flexible hand inside my bussy. Please and thank you.”

Sakusa quirks a confused brow, “What’s a bussy?”

Atsumu snickers. Hinata smiles, “Well, at least we know Omi-kun isn’t chronically online.”

Bokuto puts an arm around Sakusa’s chair, knowing better than to drape it around him or else he’d throw a cold glare his way. “I told you to get on Tiktok, Omi.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “I am not getting that dancing app, Bokuto.”

Bokuto’s lips funnel into a pout, “Then how are you gonna learn the language of the people?”

“What, like bussy?”

Atsumu childishly laughs again. “Haha…bussy…”

Sakusa tsks, “Are you gonna tell me what it is already or what?”

Hinata sighs and puts his hands together, “I am sorry to tell you this, Omi-kun, but it means—“

“Butt pussy!” Atsumu blurts out, unable to hold it in any longer. “Like a boy’s pussy, Omi-Omi. Get it?”

Sakusa’s expression is one that makes it look like he was in physical pain, which he might as well be in at the moment. He side eyes Bokuto, “That’s the so-called language of your people?”

“It’s funnier when Miya isn’t combusting.”

Sakusa sighs, “I’m not using that word, let alone using my flexible wrists for it.” He says before he passes the phone to Hinata, who reads the next tweet:

“Dear Sakusa Kiyoomi, *taps mic and clears throat* NO LUBE, NO PROTECTION, ALL NIGHT, ALL DAY, FROM THE KITCHEN FLOOR TO THE BATHROOM SINK, FROM THE DINING TABLE TO THE BEDROOM—“

Hinata lowers the phone and says, “That’s it. That’s the tweet.”

Atsumu wolf whistles and Bokuto hoots while shaking his head. Hinata is biting his thumb, trying NOT to burst out in laughter.

Sakusa blinks once, twice, before speaking up. “That’s…wow that sounds filthy.”

Atsumu barks with laughter, “Literally!”

Sakusa’s eyes widen in horror, “The bathroom?? Seriously? I get the other places, but really? The dirty bath—“

Bokuto intervenes, “Woah woah there Omi, you get the other places?”

Hinata snickers, “You hiding your freaky side from us, Omi-kun?”

Sakusa groans, dragging his hands over his face. “Please, let’s not discuss this on Youtube dot com”. He recovers and clears his throat, looking right at the camera, “Make wise choices, censored user.”

Hinata passes the phone to Atsumu. The blond setter chuckles before he even reads it out loud, Sakusa already feels the dread awaiting him.

“It’s the broad shoulders and tiny waist and the compression sleeves and the undershirt and the butt and that neck and those curls and his eyes,” Atsumu reads through breathless laughter.

He turns the phone around so that his teammates can see the screen, “And then, they attached a screenshot from a manga that simply transcribes ‘cock sucking noises’!” He wheezes, nearly dropping the phone.

Bokuto’s mouth hangs open but no noise comes out as he struggles to catch his breath, leaning his weight into Atsumu who is just as equally—if not more—cracked than he is. Hinata is busy hiding his face with his hands as he laughs, nearly folding himself up from how far he’s leaning down from his seat. Sakusa is watching his teammates loss their minds as he begins to question his life choices that led him to this moment.

Sakusa sighs, “There will be no cock sucking noises, but thank you for the compliment.”

Atsumu begins to recover, “Oh man…” he wipes a tear, “Omi-Omi, stand up and let ‘em see that slutty waist of yours.”

Sakusa shoots Atsumu a deadly look. Bokuto cheers to encourage Sakusa, while Hinata can’t help but glance at Sakusa’s waist.

“Allow me to correct myself; there will be no cock sucking noises nor will there be any showing offs of the slutty waist.”

Atsumu and Bokuto boo, Sakusa rolls his eyes at their reaction. Hinata winks at the camera, “But there will be some slutty waists in next week’s Calvin Klein feature that Sakusa did.”

Sakusa hums, “Yeah, so save those thoughts until then.”

Atsumu passes the phone back to Bokuto, who mumbles: “C’mon give me a good one…”

Bokuto clears his throat, “Sakusa Kiyoomi might be an outside hitter for MSBY, but i need him to be an INSIDE HITTER for this pus—“, he turns to the camera, “They cut themselves off there.”

Sakusa winces at those words. Hinata laughs, “I like the play on words.”

Sakusa adjusts his posture, “That would be very painful, no?”

Atsumu clarifies, “I think that’s what they want, Omi-Omi.”

Bokuto rubs his chin in thought, “Sakusa hits spikes pretty hard…I can’t imagine how hard he could go inside user-san’s—“

Sakusa waves his hand panickedly, “Please don’t finish that sentence.” He glances at their pr manager, who—by some unexplainable miracle—hasn’t said anything so far.

Sakusa clears his throat, “Unless the pay is higher, I will not be changing my position to your inside hitter, sorry. Actually, I lied; I am not sorry.”

The phone gets passed back to Sakusa, “Sakusa Kiyoomi has 47 moles and I intend to suck each and every one of them off his body.”

Hinata giggles mischievously, “Miya-san, did you write that?”

“I DID NOT WRITE THAT!”

Bokuto cackles, “How else did the user know the exact amount of moles on Sakusa’s body? You’re the one that’s always staring at each of us in the locker room.”

“WE DON’T EVEN KNOW IF THAT NUMBER IS ACCURATE!!”

Sakusa speaks up calmly, “It is accurate, actually.”

Atsumu goes pale at his words, “O-oh okay…but that doesn’t mean I wrote it!!!”

Sakusa disguises a laugh as a cough, “As much as I love to pick on Miya—“

“HEY!”

“—I’m still impressed that the Twitter user got that number right. Bravo.” He then applauds. Bokuto and Hinata follow. “Maybe I’ll let you do what you said since you got it right.”

Hinata elbows Sakusa suggestively, to which Sakusa repels away from his touch, “Okayyy, Omi. Get it, I guess. Need me to find the user’s number?”

“No.” Sakusa says immediately, but he’s concealing a smirk. He passes the phone to the winking orange-head.

Hinata begins to read: “For Sakusa Kiyoomi, I would bathe in 99.9% disinfectant, drink that shit, even inject myself with it—if it meant getting a shot at bagging that man.”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, already huffing. “Look, I don’t know who started the rumor that I’m a crazy germaphobe, but let me sit the record straight now: I am not that deranged; I just like things to be clean and tidy.”

Bokuto nods, crossing his arms, “Yeah, you tell ‘em, Omi!”

Atsumu shakes his head in disappointment, “Ya guys keep making Omi-Omi sound like some freak. Yeah, he wears a mask everywhere and carries hand sanitizer wherever he goes, but that’s just basic hygiene standards. Do better.”

Hinata points at the camera with his chin up, “Yeah, the only time Omi-kun is a freak is when it’s in the sheets.”

“SHOYO!”

“HINATA, HEYYY!”

Sakusa facepalms and sighs, “Give me my mask back; I’m leaving.”

“NO, OMI-KUN, WAAAAAIT . I’M SORRY—“

“This is supposed to be a thirst tweets video, and yet my teammates seem to be the thirstiest of all.” Sakusa says to no one in particular.

“Call it team-bonding. Meian would be proud.” Atsumu responds, imagining the look of approval on their captain’s face.

Sakusa tilts his head back, appearing to be praying to some god. He looks back at the camera, “But to that user, please don’t do that. That’s deadly.”

Bokuto clasps his hands together, “Awww, Omi cares~”

- cut scene -

Sakusa tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that’s all, thank god.”

Hinata grins, “Thanks for sending us your tweets and traumatizing our Omi-kun.”

Sakusa grimaces, “Ah yeah, it was a delight.” He says sarcastically.

Atsumu flashes the camera a charming smile, “Tune in for the upcoming videos of the rest of us reading your thirst tweets.”

Bokuto throws up finger guns to the camera, “Can’t wait to see what you guys have in store for us!”

“This was the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”

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