#miya atusmu

[clawsdevour]

js wanna be yours

wc: 0.8k content warning: ur his first ever crush and he's confessing to you, fluff, atumu x reader, not proofread

note: this is kind of like a follow up from his first crush because an anon requested to see how atsumu would confess! (also he is SO the type of guy that's chalant but goes lowk silent around you)

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A letter? That's odd. I rarely get letters left in my locker, you thought to yourself. Staring at the plain blank envelope, looking for hints or clues indicating who slipped it in the little slot. Absolutely nothing, not even a small pencil mark.

Carefully ripping the glued seal, you take out the small folded sheet of paper. Just like the plain envelope, there wasn't even any decorations or drawings left on the blank piece of paper.

Unfolding it, there only laid a few words to be read:

'Please come to the back of the school, near the lockers, at four pm. I need to tell you something important.'

You can't tell if this was some sort of silly prank being pulled on you. It was way too early for a prank, all you just wanted was to put on your indoor shoes. In your mind, you're contemplating about this letter that wasn't even signed.

Should I show up? I don't even know who this person could be.. this could just be a prank someone pulled on me!

Sighing, you close your locker and slip the note into your bag before heading to your first period. The letter could come second, overall school just began.

The day flew by without a worry, making you almost forget about that mysterious letter left in your locker. Looking back at the clock, it was three forty-seven.

Still, you couldn't quite wrap your head around this sudden opportunity to see who was behind the note left in your locker. You were more than just curious to know what their motives and intentions were as well.

Hearing the clock strike, you made up your mind. I'm going to see who this person is.

Heading out of your classroom that was filled with chatter, entering the quiet halls whilst you make your way down to the back of Inarizaki. You were on the lookout to see if any of the familiar faces lurking around could be that person.

Making it outside, the humidity in the air hits you while you fight past it. Near the lockers, you saw a tall figure disappear around the corner.

That was a bit odd. That guy's going the same way as me.. is that the guy behind the letter?

A bit concerned, heart starting to pick up the pace with every footstep that inched towards the back of the locker rooms. You're walking ever so slowly, trying to not make noise.

A tall and lean silhouette makes it's way into your vision. The man's wearing Inarizaki's volleyball uniform, perhaps they just left practice. He isn't facing you, but you had an idea of who he may be with that blond hair. It was no one else but someone you've just gotten closer with over the past few weeks.

"Atsumu, is that you?" breaking the suspenseful tension that rose in the air. His back turns away from you, chocolate eyes wide open with brows raised. Atsumu's face was slightly still flushed from volleyball practice and his hair sticking to his forehead.

"Hey! Um look.." his shyness taking over when you walked up to him. A hair scratching his nape.

"You wrote that letter in my locker right..?" The awkwardness starting to build up like the first time you both met.

"Yes, I just really have to say these words to you. It's like nippin' at me like crazy" his big eyes are nervously flicking back between his trembling hands and your face.

You've never seen your best friend act this way before. Something must be really aching at him if he's being like this. He's biting down on his bottom lip before parting them again.

"I really.. just, like ya" his husky voice getting lower, hoping you heard him through his slight mumbling.

Atumu's more than flushed. He was practically burning a hit red. His heart is thumping more than a hundred miles per hour. He can't believe he just confessed.

On your end, your face is frozen in mid-gasp. This was more than just a surprise since you've always had this nagging feeling that drew you towards him. You finally understand why, not just as bestfriends, but because you also liked him.

"Atsumu.." tilting your head up just right below his tall stature. You're automatically smiling from his words. The contentness you're feeling is unmatched by his, you can't even wipe off the grin from your face.

"..I just wanna be yours-" he's feeling a warm hand reach to caressing the side of his face. A wave of euphoria washing over him when your lips make contact with his.

His eyes are bigger than the volleyballs that he sets on court. He can't believe his confession went so well. He's gonna for sure brag about this to Osamu later.

Unlatching your lips to respond to him, a wide beam of joy radiating from your smile. Looking at his red complexation, his mouth parted, looking absolutely dumbfounded and awestruck.

"Duh, you've always been!"

masterlist here

[green-character]

Everytime my pants get too tight, everytime I feel like my legs are larger than before I just go " One step closer to the Atsumu Miya's tighs "

[causenessus]

Biggest Sweethearts. | Haikyuu

inc. atsumu, oikawa + bokuto as an extra <3

written in 2nd pov

song recc: brooklynn baby by lana del ray

word count: 1244 words

summary: defending atsumu and oikawa against playboy allegations or in other words, the kind of partner each boy needs <3

ik i already lowkey went off and defended atsumu in that one post while i went crazy in windowless rooms for 12 hours that one day but i wanted to write the full thing <3 i have not posted written content in so long!! happy 900 followers <3 this has all been written in one night while my brain is giving out so i apologize

miya atsumu

atusmu needs someone who knows what he’s doing

he definitely wants a part in leading a relationship but he wants someone who he can fall back on and isn't expecting him to be like a full-time hotshot

he needs someone who loves him unconditionally, seeing past all the fronts he puts up and loves him past the douche he can sometimes act as/be

of course it’s fine if you tease him like his friends, he’d expecting nothing less, but falling for you means you’re someone he feels safe with

someone he feels comfortable enough to be soft around, someone he can come to after a long day and let his shoulders drop as he falls on top of you while you’re laying on the couch

he doesn’t feel like he has to maintain a facade of a man whose strong and acts like nothing ever phases him around you

like yes, he’s strong and makes a show of it for you all the time, but everyone needs a rest day <3

when you guys are at home together he’s actually pretty quiet

it’s all loving gestures and soft voices

hands wrapping around your waist while you’re in the kitchen and a murmured “i missed you” while he peppers kisses down your neck

he can be so loud around his friends and it’s part of an autopilot switch that just flips on being around them, and being loud is nothing bad

but if he needs your help with something while you’re both home, he’s never yelling for you

he’ll peek his head in, finding you laying on your shared bed

“babe?”

when you look up, he’s picking at the doorframe, quietly waiting a response

“if you’re not busy can you help me with something? it’s okay if you don’t want to”

you’re already getting up from the bed, softly pulling his hand off the doorway to hold it between both of yours, “of course i’ll help you, ‘tsumu, what do you need?”

biggest baby ever actually

he could never be with someone short term or do casual relationships and he really hates hookups

everything already feels so superficial to him besides volleyball, and he knows he’s eye candy but he wants to be more than that

he wants to be more than the shallow flirt his fans seem to obsess over

(of course he’s a big flirt, but his comments are reserved for you and you only <3)

falling for you means he’s found that in you; he’s found someone who sees him for who he really is and still loves him

oikawa tooru

tooru knows what commitment is

he knows that fruition will only come from time

if he wants something meaningful, he has to put effort into it. he isn't going to get that from messing around with a girl or nothing else

of course he accepted the gifts from his fan club and ate up their attention, but once he met you, it no longer meant anything to him

he wanted you to be wholly is, and him to be wholly yours

he would never do anything to make you think that he wants anyone else but you

he’s committed 100% to you which also means you also receive 100% of his flirting because he enjoys the reactions it gets out of you

and even when he teases you, his words are light and harmless; you can hear how much he loves you behind it all

honestly probably the best communicator ever because he wants to make sure you know how much he loves you

will text you about how he’s been asked to do a photoshoot with a model and then will write you an essay on how he’s not doing it because he’s interested in anyone else other than you and in fact, he’ll only be thinking of you during the shoot

his fan club made it a little hard for him to really accept or even know who he was, he wasn’t sure anyone would value him for anything other than his volleyball skills and looks

but you’ve stayed with him, seeming to find the positives in everything he’s done. even through the games he’s lost, and when he’s acting pessimistic and is isolating himself, you’ve stayed with him

you’ve talked him through the losses. when he’s curled up and turned away from you, mind drowning in thoughts of failure, your voice seems to break through everything

you take small steps towards him, telling him that you’re coming closer, and that if he wants you to leave at any moment then to tell you

but he never tells you to leave

he’ll lean into your touch, and he feels how much it quiets his head

as soon as he’s better he’s always apologetic for how he acted and he tells you how thankful he is for you while rubbing small circles on your skin

you always hush him with a kiss

“tooru, i’m not gonna get mad at you or leave you just because you lost a game and then understandably get upset. you’re always working so hard”

you silence his biggest fear

he needs someone who really sees him

you’ve never once failed to notice an accomplishment or how hard he’s working at something and that’s what he needs, rather than someone whose only with him for what he can give them or for something physical like his appearance/manners <3

extra!! bokuto koutarou

NOT a playboy but i just wanted to sort of hc the kind of person he needs in his life

amongst everyone who always seems to be ��growing up” in the world, he needs someone who will still see the beauty and the color in the world

not here for anything that those people who are always posting about “look how successful i am at the age of 18” “here’s how to make an extra 10k a year” “you should be doing this, you shouldn’t be doing this…”

just wants to be happy with u <3

he needs someone who will still get excited with him over getting ice cream, looking at christmas lights, watching new episodes, and more <3

he knows money or whatever concerns of life people have will be solved and follow after happiness so he’s also definitely your biggest cheerleader

always advocatess for you to find things to do that you enjoy. hushes any concerns you have about how much it'll pay

"i've got it, baby. you do whatever you want. whatever makes you happy. and if volleyball somehow doesn't make enough i'll find a way :) maybe akaashi will let me help him with his editing"

will check in and make sure you’re always doing good

will always always always come over immediately to be with you if you’re not

he'll brings over food or distractions to give you company, never pressuring you to feel better immediately

it’s okay to stay and work through any feelings you’re having <3 there’s no rush, but he does want you to be feeling good so he’ll stay with you until you’re doing better and even after <3

life isn’t simple, he knows that, but there’s also no reason to overcomplicate it in his mind so he’ll never fail to get excited over new movies and getting to go out with you <3

paying bills and tax days are fun

(also he's definitely the kind to be like "we should just get married rn so we get those discounts")

you’re both fighting for your lives, the table is a mess, and while some couple next door is argued over taxes, you both have your heads in your hands

then you’re both looking up at each other

“i didn’t even know we got charged for having a phone” he whispers, absolutely horrified

“me neither,” you reply, just as confused

“do you wanna go watch wall e?”

“yes” you’re both already sliding out of your chairs, leaving the bills for another day

[alieinthemorning]

Marry a Man Through His Stomach [Miya Atsumu]

Content: Fluff, Soft, Marriage

Pronouns: None

Header: @/tsumoos

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This work's concepts, plot and original characters are my own which means I do not allow any sort of creative theft nor do I allow my work to be entered into any sort of A.I. bots. Thank you for respecting my space and boundaries.

"Is that what I think it is?" He barely toed his shoes off at the entrance before bounding his way into the kitchen, coming right up behind you to take a whiff of the pot you were stirring. "Hell yeah!"

You rolled your eyes, dishing him a small portion into the soy sauce plate you had been using. He leaned down, eagerly slurping.

He hummed, smacking his lips before looking down at you with bright eyes.

"Man, I'm glad I married ya."

It was a lunchtime like any other. You were sat at your desk, just finished with putting your materials away and finding a video to watch with your lunch. However, once you opened the lid to your bento, did someone decide to pester you.

"Oh lemme have some!" A hand reached for your food, which you quickly swatted at.

"I literally just opened this—can I have a bite of my food before ya start beggin'!" You huffed at him, taking a bite of gyoza.

"Fine, ya've taken a bite—lemme have some gyoza too!"

"Oh my—fine!" But just as you went to grab the gyoza to pass to him, a pair of chopsticks, that obviously weren't yours, snatched it up  and dropped it right into Atsumu's open mouth.  

His face went through the motions of: happy, disbelief, then finally happy again.

"Man, yer ma is a good cook."

You raised a brow, "Ma didn't cook this. I did."

"Ya made this?" He paused, taking another bite (from another piece of food he had stolen from you—the bastard) then nodded to himself. "Yeah, imma marry ya some day."

You blinked, felt the heat raising to your cheeks, then laughed.

"Yeah right!" You were sure he was just saying shit out of his ass.

"Ya laugh now, but I'm sure there'll be a ring on that finger." He tapped your left ring finger.

Then he left (making sure to swipe one last piece of food), leaving you to mull over the nonsense he had spewed.

This very quickly began to become a habit of his, pestering you for your food until you relented (which didn't take long) then commenting in someway about your alleged future marriage.

You didn't think much of it until you were making a bento for him (finally sick and tired of him stealing your food) and your mother said something to you.

"Feedin' a friend of yers?"

You nodded, "Somethin' like that..."

She hummed. "Well ya know, the way I won yer father's heart is through the stomach so—"

You whipped your head around so fast you were sure it was going to go spinning off.

She threw her head back, laughing loudly at your flustered face.

"Make sure to bring'em around soon, okay?" And she was out of the room before you could refute her.

But in the end she was right—both she and Atusmu, actually.

You had won his love through his stomach, and just like he said, you were wearing that platinum band on your left ring finger.

You fidgeted with it fondly, a small smile gracing your fingers. The smile widen as he grabbed your hand, placing a kiss right on the band.

"You know, I'm glad ya begged for that gyoza that day..."

He raised a brow, a smirk threatening to split his face. "Oh really? Yer were that eager to marry me?"

"Not then no, but later...yeah." You leaned forward, placing a kiss on the corner of his mouth. "I'm glad I said yes."

"Well, I'm happy I put the thought in yer head." He pulled you closer, "Now come're..."

I was supposed to write something else first, but then I had this thought and had to stop everything I was doing to write it. 

Anyway, I've been sucked back into the Haikyuu! Hole and Atsumu has been my hyperfixation, and there simply aren't fresh fics for him so, it's time I feed myself and the people.

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[pinkiipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu Miya x F! Reader Crack fic)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

---This is a repost from my previous acc Pinkipeachiikeen (one 'i' after pink, not two like my new one) Keeping up with two accounts was too much so I decided to merge it into my main (was formerly pansexualproblemchild) and keep the name for the most part

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

WC: 2090

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[junosmindpalace]

winter mornings - miya a. 

“fucking hate winter…” the blond muttered through chattering teeth, switching his gaze between looking at the frozen sidewalk beneath his feet and toward the path ahead of him. 

atsumu absolutely couldn’t stand winter, and it was largely due to the bitter freezing mornings that came with it. he wakes up early every morning to walk to school, and he definitely doesn’t need a bruise on his ass before the sun has even fully risen.

he also hates dressing in layers, the restricted movement it brings along with the uncomfortable itch of his hat makes him want to tear it all off. he settled with only wearing his scarf this morning, which he now deeply regrets because he truly believes his ears will snap off at any second. 

on harsh winter mornings, atsumu is thankful he arrives to school earlier than most students, because he feels like a fool trying to balance himself on the frozen pavement, and he doesn’t know if his ego could take anyone watching him almost fail multiple times. 

he was slowly able to make out a figure through frozen eyelashes in the distance, and his eyes lit up upon realizing the figure was yours. as he neared closer and closer, hunched over because he’s really struggling, you take notice of your boyfriend and turn toward him.  

“morning tsumu,” you greeted him with a small smile, shoulders up to your ears and your scarf wrapped triple around your neck. you looked so cozy and unbothered, and atsumu wishes he could simply spend all his harsh winter mornings against your chest in your big puffy coat.

“yeah, definitely not a good one,” he chattered out, and you laughed, both of you puffing out misty clouds of air as atsumu curled impossibly closer into himself. 

“you didn’t bring a hat?”

“can’t stand the itch.”

“you know, i read somewhere that your head needs to be warm in order for the rest of your body to be as well.”

atsumu narrowed his eyes at you, and you laughed yet again at his annoyance. he was grateful that mornings like these weren’t all that common, even in winter, but when they were, they were his equivalent of torture, at least until he saw you. 

honestly, the more fitting term to describe the way he felt about these winter mornings was torn, because despite his potential to bruise before practice even began going up exponentially, you always seem completely composed, back straight and in a cheery mood despite the weather not reflecting it at all.

and obviously atsumu finds this completely unfair, not only because you somehow manage to get through and even mildly enjoy these hellish mornings, but because you look ethereal doing so, with your cheeks flushed and your nose slightly rosy, and you look so cute in all your layers. And- what the hell?- the rising sun even works in your favor somehow, because while the sun only ever blinds atsumu and makes it harder for him to avoid slipping, the sun illuminates the flakes in your hair and on your clothes and gives you skin a soft glow. the gorgeous colors of your eyes shine brighter than ever, and atusmu thinks you look breathtaking under the morning rays of the sun. 

the ice beneath him isn’t the only thing making him weak in the knees. he tells you this, and you roll your eyes, but he can see you resisting a toothy smile, whether it be from how corny he is or if you were genuinely flustered by his comment. 

“c’mon, let’s not wait around then.”

“let me hold onto you.”

yup, torn is definitely the word atsumu would use to describe winter mornings, because he can’t deny that he does get something good out of them. he gets to cozy up to you and admire the pink on your face and the snow in your hair. he gets to steal your winter accessories and breathe in the lingering scent of your hair products. 

and you know that as soon as the two of you step foot in the gym and take off your coats and scarves, atsumu is going to wrap his arms around your neck and cling onto your back until he deems he’s warm enough, swaying the two of you back and forth. you’ll scold him for not dressing warmly enough, and he’ll plead with you over borrowing your hat or your scarf as he leaves warm kisses on the back of your neck, not even to keep himself from freezing, but so he has a piece of you with him throughout the day. he liked it when others could tell he was wearing something of yours too. it was a statement, it showed people he was yours in a subtle way that made his heart flutter. 

that’s how harsh winter mornings with atsumu went, and you wouldn’t trade them for anything.

“don’t get anywhere near me miya atsumu i swear to god. if you go down i’m going down with you.”

“you’re cute.”

“i didn’t mean it in a romantic way!”

little (barely edited) atsumu scenario. merry christmas and happy holidays to all that celebrate!! stay safe and warm!!

[pinkipeachiikeen]

The Intruder (Osamu x F!Reader Crack fic) (Featuring Atsumu Miya)

This was supposed to be a part of a larger story but I then realized that the only part of the story that I liked was this part so.. Enjoy!

Quick summary since this one is short: What do you get when you have a heavy sleeper, a twin brother with boundary issues and a sleep deprived, caffine high college student with a broom?

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos. 

WC: 2,090

Story below the cut!

Content warnings: Swearing and Violence with broom from a over caffinated y/n, VERY BRIEF mentions of creepy neighbors and serial killers. But seriously, its a crack fic yall. Have fun.

Osamu has always been a heavy sleeper. He always saw that as one of the ways the gods compensated him for cursing him with the snoring bear he has for a twin brother. That or he’s just grown accustomed to sleeping in the roughest of places, whether it be the bunk under Atsumu or on a rocky bus ride with 10+ teenage  boys. His sleeping  habits haven’t been a problem since he was eleven and Atusmu decided to draw on his face with colorful sharpies. Let's just say Atsumu was afraid to sleep for the next week and a half, while Osamu  slept like a baby. The decadcade+ since then has been nothing but peaceful sleeping,

Well, until now, that is.

He vaguely remembers being shaken, but he didn’t really think it was anything to interrupt his beauty sleep over. He kind of just wrote it off as unimportant or maybe he possibly even dreamt it.

But those screams and grunts from his living room were definitely real and not dreamt. 

Osamu bolted out of bed and sped out to the living room, flicking on the light to find….

You, his lovely roommate of a few months in your favorite pikachu onesie, the one you showcased to him before he went to bed, declaring it your new favorite study tool since it's ‘comfy enough to cram in without passing out!’ before chugging at least two monster energies. He expected you to be asleep by now, but it wouldn’t be the first time you pulled an all nighter studying. He learned the hard way  to leave you alone when you get in your studying binges after you quickly snapped at him after he  asked a simple ‘hey you good?’. You apologized later with some snacks, but he definitely learned his lesson. What he didn’t expect was his twin brother being there as well.  It wouldn’t be too odd, since his brother drops by unannounced from time to time using the key under the mat to crash whenever he’s in town (despite  his complaints about it) , except  for the fact that

… you were beating him.

With a broomstick. 

“What the hell is going on here?!” He bellows.

The both of you freeze, looking like you’ve both been caught with your hands in the cookie jar. A subtle wave of nostalgia passed through him, the scene reminding him of  when their mother would catch them fighting over their nintendo when they were both supposed to be asleep. Osamu never thought he would feel like the mother in that situation, especially at  the ripe age of 24, with two adults the same age as him on the other end, and half expected you to say ‘it's all his fault!’ or ‘he started it!’ 

What he wasn’t expecting was “Why are there two of you?!”

Illusion shattered. “Huh?”

Atsumu uses your confusion to his advantage and snatches the broomstick out of your hands. “Aha!” he cheers. “Try hitting me now bitch!” 

You look at your hands, in all your sleep deprived glory, just now processing the lack of your (makeshift) weapon, then shrug, pulling your first back causing the onesie sleeve to slip down your shoulders

“ahtahat!,” Osamu chants, pulling your arm back like a mother telling their toddler ‘forks don’t go into the electrical socket’ “As funny as it would be to watch my brother get his ass kicked by pikachu I really don’t wanna tend to your injuries at two-something in the morning and you don’t need to get injured before that big test of yours.” He shares, creating some distance between you two. You murmur in agreement as Atsumu deflates from his defensive stance. “She’s really not this violent at all.” he reveals, trying to placate the situation. “A real ‘save the spiders, don’t squish them’ type of person, y’know?.” 

“Yeah, tell that to the broomstick shapes welts on my body!” he retorts. “You need to get your side piece a leash, goddamn.” 

“Excuse me?!’ You shove past Osamu to look at the bleach  blonde double. “Bitch I live here, and I ain’t no one's side piece. I don’t care whose face you have, don’t sneak into my apartment if you don’t wanna get whacked asshole!” 

 “And you!” you turn to point to Osamu. “Since when do you have a twin brother?!”

“Since when did you start rooming with a girl?” his brother pipes in. 

Osamu looks at  you with wide eyes. “What? Slow down.” he rubs his forehead. “It's too early for this.” he mutters. “Atsumu, Y/n has been my roommate for like four months now, Y/n I told you I had a brother before. I complain about him 24/7 and there's a photo of us together hanging up at Onigiri Miya.”

“Wait-” Atsumu cuts in,turning to you. “How do you know my brother's face and not mine? I’m literally famous.” Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.“Atsumu Miya? The setter for the MSBY Black Jackals?” 

You shake your head. “Dude, I get winded going up the stairs, there's no way i'm interested in sports outside of the occasional gay anime, thank you.” 

Atsumu looked absolutely appalled as Osamu covers a laugh with a cough. “And you mister!” you point at him. “First, you complain about your brother like he’s a prepubescent tweenager, I thought he was still in middle school, not grown.”

Atsumus mouth only widens in offense and disbelief. 

“Second, I go to Onigiri Miya to eat, pick up food to eat, or to help clean occasionally. I don’t look around.” 

Atsumu pouts. “Just what have you been saying about me?” 

“Oh no, I'm not done with you, bleach blonde!” Atsumu fiddles with his ends in defense. “I don’t care how big of a deal you are in the sports world, you don’t have the right to sneak in unannounced in the middle of the night!”

“I didn’t know he had a roommate!” 

“Doesn’t matter! Still rude AF. I thought you were a serial killer or something.” you retort.

“So, you think there's a potential serial killer, so your first thought is to grab the broom.” Osamu says slowly. 

Your face reddens. “W-well I wasn’t just gonna do nothin!”

“But a broom?” 

“Y’know what? I haven’t slept in 38 hours, and the only things keeping me up are the ungodly amount of caffeine I ingested, true crime podcasts, and the blessing of whatever god is taking pity on my grades right now. Rational thinking has vacated the building hours ago.  Y’all are just lucky I didn’t grab a knife!” You almost whisper shout- which Osamu learned from his mother is scarier from a woman then any screaming can be. Shouting is just irritation, or frustration, but whisper–shouting? Nothing made the twins  straighten up  quicker. 

“I, for one and VERY grateful, thank you very much.” He quickly adds. “In my recent first hand experience, being whacked with a broom is very painful and can put the fear of god into any intruder.” he reveals.

“See?” you point. “Besides! Going straight to the broom was not my intention. I tried waking you up  first since you are built like a dorrito, with fuckin’ cantolope arms and I very much am not.” you wave your hand up and down your body, showcasing the Pikachu onesie and unknowingly, part of your sports bra. Osamu tilts his head away guiltily once his eyes land there, catching his(now smug) brother's attention. “But I learned that if there ever was a fire that your ass would be getting left because you might as well have been in a coma! If there wasn’t a strange man trying to unlock the door I would’ve checked your pulse!” You share before pausing. “Wait a damn minute, Atsumu, do you have a personal key?”

Atsumu shakes his head. “I just used the one under the mat..” he muttered. 

“The WHAT!” you shout, causing the twins to step back and Osamu to start mentally writing the apology letter to the neighbors. 

“Osamu,” you take a deep breath in, lowering your voice. “ Why oh why is there a key under the mat?!” you seethe. 

“I- uh- I was tired of Atsumu blowing up my phone trying to get in, and I thought it would be nice to have if I ever forget my keys at the restaurant?” He replied, almost like he was asking a question himself. 

You blinked. Once, twice, three times.

Shit. I’m really in for it. He thinks.

“Did it ever, yknow,” you start. “Cross your mind,” your face tightens. “That your car keys are also attached to your keyring? So you wouldn’t have the possibility of leaving the restaurant in the first place? Or maybe you could just give Atsumu a key?”

“..But then he’d use the key to sneak in whenever he wanted.” he murmurs, regretting it almost instantly.

“YES, CAUSE THAT'S BETTER THAN SOME RANDOM ASS MAN SNEAKING IN WHENEVER THEY WANTED!” 

Both men physically recoil but you continue. “Oh, I know for a fact that the creepy dude upstairs would love to creep around my room and use my toothbrush when I'm away. He’s always a bit too willing to help me carry my laundry.”

Osamu's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before giving a deep sigh. No doubt, she’s been listening to too much true crime. He thought “I’mma regret asking, but why would our upstairs neighbor wanna use your toothbrush?” 

You shrug. “Dunno, ask the creep that got off on using my best friend's toothbrush for weeks. Pro tip, never live above a bar. Especially in a college town.” you share. Huh. Not the answer I was expecting. 

“But thats!” you sigh deflating. Huh. I guess the caffeine is wearing off. “That’s beside the point. Atsumu,” you turn to him, much more calmly than before,  “I would say I'm sorry for beating you with the broom, but that was totally on you.” Atsumu frowns at the non-apology. “If you want to crash here, fine, but let someone know beforehand? It had to have been months since you last crashed since it was before I moved in, Osamu could’ve easily thought you were an intruder too. Showing up here uninvited and out of the blue is both rude and problematic, even if he’s your twin brother.” Atsumu nods in agreement, shly looking at the ground like he just got a ‘stern talking to’  from Ma. “Now let's get you some frozen peas for that bruise.” you say, clapping your hands together before making your way to  the kitchen. 

As you look through the freezer for frozen produce Osamu takes a minute to process what the hell just happened. He always knew he would have to introduce the two of you at some point, but he never thought in a million years it would end up like that. 

“And Samu,” you call while handing the frozen peas wrapped in a paper towel to Atsumu. “If I find a key to our apartment under the doormat again, I will change the locks and leave your ass outside to freeze in the hallway. You’re gonna be the one crashing at your brothers. Understood?” You threaten. 

He nods quickly. “Yes, maam.”

You give a small smile. “Good. Now if that's settled I'mma attempt to get some sleep before my test, which is in,” you look at the stove clock. “Five hours. Great.” you grimace. 

“I '’’m sorry!” Atsumu apologizes sheepishly. “Is there anything i could do to apologize?”

You ponder before sporting a wicked grin. Osamu knows that look all too well, and it never seems to mean anything good for him. “Well, tonight is movie night. Every friday Osamu stay in and watch a movie or two, usually shitty ones that we just roast. You are invited if you buy snacks.” the smirk widens. “Plus, I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories you have about ‘Samu only a twin would know.”

“And there it is.” Osamu mutters as you giggle. 

“Ill see you there, kay?” You said before (finally) clocking out for the night, leaving the twins in silence for teh first time since Atsumus arrival. 

“So..” Atsumu starts. “She’s cute.”

“Don’t even start.” he states dryly.

“C’mon, I saw the way you checked them out!”

Osamu shakes his head, trying to fend off the blush taking oover his cheeks “I was just trying to be respectful!”

Atsumus shit eating grin only grows. “Sure, Mr. ‘Built-like-a-dorrito-with-cantolope-arms. Keep tellin’ yourself that.”

Needless to say, Atsumu  ended up with several more (non-broomstick shaped) bruises that night.

[airbendertendou]

you fill, you fill, you fill ♥︎ sakusa kiyoomi 

synopsis : reader remembers their childhood friends and it causes them to get drunk ; weekly. sakusa and the miya twins are there to hold you ; always.

timeskip!haikyuu + bonten arc!tokyo revengers ; they / them pronouns used

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He doesn’t ask questions. Sakusa doesn’t ask why you moved here so young ; he doesn’t ask why Osamu was so quick to hire you with pitying eyes. He doesn’t ask why you stare at the stars longingly ; he doesn’t ask why Atsumu is tender and gentle when you’re around.

And he really doesn’t ask why he always finds you here ; drunk and incapable of doing anything other than sob.

“My water heater is broken,” you’re crying to the bartender. Suna sees Sakusa and relief floods through him — crying, he can not deal with. Your bottom lip wobbles with another wail, “if there’s a god, they’re against me! There are so many in Greek history, how can they all hate me?”

Blubbering, garbled words escape as you let out a whine and flop your head down on the bar. Sakusa sighs — that’s his queue to get you home. Cold hands nudge against your shoulder as you jolt, suddenly alert with the touch. When your eyes meet his, you soften, lips pouting even further.

“‘Kusa,” you cry. He sighs again and prepares himself for the way you’re going to drape over him. You do just as he thought ; just as you always do. “Why? Why do I still miss him? Why can’t I stop crying?”

“You’re drunk,” he answers simply. These questions aren’t new — you ask them every time he takes you home. And his answer is always the same. “Your emotions are heightened by the alcohol. Are you ready to go home or do you want to go somewhere else?”

You sniffle into his shoulder — Sakusa cringes but sucks it up. “Miya,” you mumble, “wanna see my Miya’s.”

They do always make you feel better, the twins. Their dynamic reminds you of two old friends ; the bickering pair reminds you of two others and suddenly you’re frowning again. You whine into Sakusa’s neck, “why can’t I let you in?”

That’s something new, Sakusa thinks with wide eyes. His mouth parts under his mask at the question. Instead of answering, he slides you higher up his body, cradling you awkwardly. “Let’s go find your Miya’s, hm?”

As soon as Atsumu is in your sights, your arms are slung around his neck. He’s giggling into the top of your head, squeezing you as you sway side to side. You’re blabbering again, but he answers every word enthusiastically. Osamu shuts the door to his restaurant, leaning against a table as joins Sakusa to watch over the two of you.

“Bad day, huh?”

Sakusa sighs, exhaustion laced in the sound. He rubs the curve of his nose with closed eyes before nodding. “It’s been a while since they’ve been this drunk.”

As Osamu goes to answer, your phone vibrates in Sakusa’s pocket. He had to keep it for you, you said. “Have no pockets or grippy fingers, ‘Kusa! I’ll lose it!” Against his own thoughts, he smiles as he remembers the tone of your voice. Another vibration and he’s pulling your phone out before he can think.

rinnie ! i know today’s a tough day… we miss you, [name]. all of us do. i just wish you wouldn’t have run away, you know? wish you would be here, with us, so we can all grieve. together. … visit soon.

stinky haitani ):< thinkin of u today sweetheart n missin u always …i’ll tell him you said hi call me later, hm?

Sakusa tilts his head before pocketing your phone again. So you had been drinking more today — he didn’t think this was as usual for you. Before he can speak, arms are thrown around his waist and you’re crying again. With a sigh, Sakusa meets Atusmu’s wasn’t me! gaze before drifting down to meet your teary-eyed one.

“They’re liars,” you sniff. You’re staring right at Osamu now and it’s a little unnerving but he allows you to — you aren’t looking at him, not really. You’re so spaced out and in your head that Sakusa doesn’t think you know where you are anymore. “Those dumb brothers. It doesn’t get better ; it hasn’t and it won’t.”

Sakusa is gentle as he rubs a hand down your back. “It might.”

“It won’t,” you argue. Your bottom lip trembles and you bite it hastily. “It never will. I’ll miss him forever and they’ll go on with life and forget about him. I can’t ; I won’t.” A deep breath and then you’re snuggling your face into his chest. “I don’t think I want to stop hurting. Reminds me of him.”

“Kiyoomi,” he finds himself saying. Anything to get your focus back ; anything to get you to stop crying. “You never call me Kiyoomi.”

Your sniffling stops abruptly as you pull away from his chest with a frown. “Didn’t think you wanted me to! Are we close enough for that?”

“I pick you up from Suna’s bar weekly,” there’s the ghost of a smirk on his lips as he peers at you. “Think we’re close enough.”

“‘Kay,” you snuggle into his chest again with a yawn. Osamu is watching the two of you fondly as Atsumu takes a picture of your cuddling figure. “Kiyoomi. Thanks for takin’ care of me all the time, ‘yoomi. Sorry I’m so drunk and a crybaby.”

Kiyoomi stays silent as you nod off, the alcohol in your veins simmering and lulling you to sleep. He shakes his head with one thought — I’m screwed.

— idk how obvious it is but reader is grieivng izanas death </3 the way these guys would never cross paths but hehe oh well!! i was washing my face n this idea came to me so um here it is!

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[bicsbec]

The Underlying Unspoken (ao3 link)

The Miya household was, in a word, loud.

Laughter and muffled conversation could be heard from outside.

The second they stepped through the threshold, Atsumu seemed to switch gears, falling back into something well-worn and comfortable—and completely foreign to Kiyoomi.

"Kaa-san, 'm home!"

Somewhere distantly, a woman's voice came.

"Welcome home! Kitchen, darlin'."

Atusmu kicked off his shoes and hurried along barefoot, dropping his bags next to his discarded shoes. Kiyoomi watched him disappear into the house, leaving him somewhat lost. He didn't want to be rude and not greet his host, but he didn't want to be rude and leave a mess right at the entrance.

The conversation was reinvigorated inside the house, the accent he was so used to hearing getting thicker around the edges, like Atsumu was relaxing his vowels.

Kiyoomi shuffled off his shoes, tucking them neatly together and sliding them next to Atsumu's.

"Sakusa-kun! Who'd've thought," Osamu said a tad too loudly, startling Kiyoomi. "Where's Tsumu."

By the way he was leaning on the wall and the Sapporo in his hand, Kiyoomi thought Osamu was perhaps tipsy or lightly drunk.

"In the kitchen, I think."

"Well, drop that shit," he gestured to his bags. "Come on in. KAA-SAN!"

"KITCHEN!"

"TSUMU BROUGHT YA SOMETHIN'."

Kiyoomi felt his face warm realizing he was Atsumu's something. That was why they were visiting, but it didn't make his stomach swoop any less.

Kiyoomi realized that there were other voices aside from the twins and their mother, but they were out of sight.

He tried to distract himself from what felt like walking his own funeral procession. His eyes caught on the walls and the frames that filled them.

Ribbons and MSBY articles on best plays and a few select scandals starring the one Miya Atsumu. Kiyoomi thought it strange to frame those, but it seemed oddly fitting. The other frames were mostly of the twins growing up.

He could tell which one was Atsumu by his eyes and the dimple that showed up in his side smirk, which he apparently had since birth by the looks of it. Rambunctious and messy and warm, that's what those photos told Kiyoomi.

That summer had been sticky, the watermelons sweet and refreshing. That middle school tournament had been the one, the one that hooked Tsumu on volleyball. That festival had been boring for the kids, but Miya-san held her boys' shoulders like there was nothing possibly better to do, like she'd been looking forward to that one day off with her sons.

The walls told Kiyoomi of a family, a proper family. Messy and loving. It's beginning and progression and the expectation of continuation.

And then he was in the kitchen, the Miya-san before him noticeably older than the one on the walls, but still the loving mother with the kind smile and warm eyes.

Atsumu was leaning on the counter with a lazy smile, an it's-so-damn-good-to-be-home smile, turned toward her, his focus entirely on her and the questions she asked.

"What's Samu on about? Sayin' you brought me somethin'."

"I dunno, Kaa-san. Samu says alotta shit."

"Deliverin' one MSBY outside hitter," Osamu piped in. "Do I hafta do the rest for ya, Tsumu?"

"No, scrub. That'll be all."

Atsumu's eyes fell on Kiyoomi, who was standing oh-so awkwardly in the kitchen door of that well-worn, well-lived kitchen, and his smile widened, that stupid dimple making its appearance. They had practiced and scripted and memorized how they were going to do this.

Kaa-san, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. You've met him at the last Christmas gala. We've been dating for sometime and I wanted to formally introduce him to you.

Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. Your son—

"Kaa-san, this is the love of my life. I believe you’ve met already."

Kiyoomi was drawing blanks.

"T-that's not w—" Kiyoomi fumbled. Readjusted. Refocused. Bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. Your son is the idiot I'm in love with."

Miya-san looked between them for a second, the smile on her face spreading.

"I like 'im, Tsumu," she said brightly. "Please treat my idiot son kindly, he's gen'le like that."

"Kaa-san!"

Miya-san laughed. "Come on in, Sakusa-kun. You look stiff as a board standin' there."

Kiyoomi walked in, one leg out in front of the other. Atsumu chuckled, holding out his arms for Kiyoomi to walk into.

"There, Omi-Omi. The bandage's been ripped. Breathe," Atsumu said half-mockingly, running a soothing hand down his back.

Kiyoomi simply slumped into him, drained beyond belief. No screaming, no shouting, no think of the family. Just a smile and joke.

"You stayin' the weekend, Sakusa-kun?"

Kiyoomi stood up and turned toward Miya-san in the cage of Atsumu's arms. It felt so natural, like they had been in that kitchen before many times over, asking the same question, giving the same answer. "Yes, ma'am. If that's alright."

"'Course it's alright! Fair warnin', though, we're a rowdy bunch. You seem like the quiet type."

"He ain't so quiet when—"

Kiyoomi dug his heel sharply into Tsumu's foot.

"I'm sure that's no problem at all, Miya-san."

"So proper," Miya-san giggled, patting his cheek. It took all his self control not to make a face or pull away. "Cute."

"Kaa-san, Omi's too polite to say it or he really wants to suck up to ya, but either way, don’t touch his face. He's got a germ thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, yanking her hand further back.

"Can I go wash up, please?"

"Bathroom's the second door to the right," Atsumu said, pushing him toward the entrance.

Kiyoomi nearly had a heart attack as he heard Miya-san's fading voice ask Atsumu, "A germ thing? How'd you manage to even sleep with 'im?" Which was quickly followed by Atsumu's cackle.

It turned out that the other voices in the house were Sendai Frogs' Suna Rintarou and Red Falcons' Ojiro Aran. Kiyoomi knew that they had known the twins back in high-school, at least. They were part of Inarizaki's team back then.

"Samu's cooking ain't shit next to this," Suna said, immediately grabbing at an onigiri ball before Miya-san had finished setting the plate down.

"Don't fill up on balls alone, Rin," Miya-san scolded. "Dinner'll be done in a bit. Come and help, Samu."

"Yeah, Rin," Atsumu said, winding up for a joke, making sure his mother was out of earshot. Suna was already rolling his eyes. "If you're gonna fill up on balls, best it be Samu's not Ka—."

Osamu hit his brother upside the head as he passed on the way to the kitchen.

Atsumu just chuckled. "Since when are you fussy about fuckin' Rin?"

"I hope Baachan gets here just as you're saying some shit like that," Osamu said.

Ojiro chuckled, shaking his head at the scene, like it was something he was intimately familiar with.

He caught Kiyoomi staring at him and smirked. Kiyoomi felt more like a witness than a part of the group, but he'd never minded that. It seemed Ojiro wanted to remedy that.

"How'd Sakusa Kiyoomi end up with our Tsumu anyhow?"

"Hard to say," Kiyoomi shrugged. Atsumu perked up at the sound of his name.

"'Cause I'm a charmer, Aran. Easy as that."

Ojiro ignored him. "He's a slob—"

Yet surprisingly fastidious.

"—short fused—"

Passionate. Single focused.

"—obnoxious—"

No objections.

"—and far too cocky for his own good."

Charming.

"Do you even like me, Aran?" Atsumu whined, kicking the leg of Ojiro's chair.

Ojiro shushed him and regarded Kiyoomi, waiting for some form of explanation.

Kiyoomi thought about it for a moment. "He grows on you," he said finally.

Ojiro cracked a smile. "I think he's a keeper, Tsumu."

Dinner was unsurprisingly delicious. Osamu had clearly picked up his skills from his mother and the two of them working together did wonders.

Kiyoomi watched Atsumu throughout the meal, his uproarious laugh, his barely there table manners, how he made crude jokes just to get a reaction out of Ojiro, his easy banter with every member of the table. It was still his Atsumu, but something about him seemed unhampered, like being home dislodged something in him. Kiyoomi sat quietly beside him, endeared by the way Atsumu kept playing with his foot under the table.

"So," Miya-san said somewhat ceremoniously, taking over the conversations at the table. "Because this is Sakusa-kun's first dinner with us, it's time for embarrassin' stories. He must be briefed on all he's missed out."

Atsumu groaned, putting a hand over his face, but he still wore a smile.

"Being his teammate for a few years, I already know plenty, Miya-san."

"Thank you, Omi," Atsumu said, relieved.

"But I could stand to hear a few more."

The men around the table chuckled, gearing up for their tales of Atsumu's misfortunes. Atsumu held a hand to his chest, feigning offense.

"So this is what betrayal feels like."

The conversation around the table grew louder as the night went on. Laughter and fists pounding the table rattled out of the dining room, competing with the cicadas outside.

"Sakusa-kun, didja know the one with the bar an' the backflip already? It blew up on Twitter," Osamu said eagerly, leaning forward on the table. His cheeks were a splotchy red, his eyes almost as bright as Atsumu's. Kiyoomi couldn't have fought off the smile on his face if he'd wanted to.

"Yeah, I know that one. I took the video."

"Fuck, yeah," Suna said loudly, in drunken approval.

"Wait, are you serious?" Atsumu cut in.

"Atsumu, you had insisted that someone had to record you," Kiyoomi said, recalling how Atsumu had jostled his shoulder until he pulled out his phone. "You said, 'Omi, watch this, look.' And then, 'No wait, record it. Come on. Don't be a bitch'."

"Sounds like 'im," Osamu said.

"Then you stood on the bar—"

"I know—"

"You tried to do the back flip—"

"Yes, Omi—"

"—kicked the bartender in the jaw—"

"Omi—"

"—fell flat on your stomach, and looked up and asked, 'Did ya get it?'"

The table roared with laughter. Atsumu playfully shoved Kiyoomi.

"I mostly remember havin' a bruised everything the next day."

"The Jackals can no longer set foot in the establishment or until your contract is over."

"Sounds right," Suna chuckled. "We once got kicked out of an arcade 'cause of these two. I got it on video, too."

"Oi, it's Tsumu stories not twin stories," Osamu nudged Suna.

"Actually, I've got most of their fights on my phone," Suna lit up, like he'd just remembered.

"Do ya?" Miya-san asked, intrigued.

The twins went rigid. "NO."

"He's kiddin', Kaa-san."

"He's drunk."

Kiyoomi chuckled. He'd spent hours agonizing over how this weekend would go, how he had to show Miya-san that he was a good fit for Atsumu, put his best foot forward. He never realized that Atsumu had been serious when he told him to not worry.

The Miyas were drastically different from the Sakusas. They were teasing and loud, lively, present. It was an unspoken warmth Kiyoomi had never witnessed before. It was weirdly welcoming.

"Omi."

"Hm."

"Omiii."

"Shh." Omi's hand flew back at Atsumu, smacking him in the face, an undignified sound escaping his throat. "Quiet."

"Oi," Atsumu started to shake him.

"What. What," Omi turned on his back, squinting up at Atsumu.

"Mornin', hot stuff," Atsumu grinned.

"I'm going to strangle you."

"Save the foreplay for later, Omi. My gran gets here today, so get the fuck up."

That seemed to do the trick, because Omi's eyes widened before he was nearly sprinting out of bed.

"What time is it?" he asked, frantic.

"Ya still got time," Atsumu waved a hand dismissively.

"You are fully dressed, which inspires zero confidence," Omi said, turning to scramble through their bags.

"Fair," Atsumu muttered to himself.

He watched Omi stumble to the shower with his clothes precariously gripped in his hand, looking absolutely frazzled and adorable. Atsumu leaned back in bed with a satisfied sigh. It was so fucking good to be home. It was even better now that he got to bring Omi with him.

He hadn't been worried about his mother meeting Omi. At the gala she had told him that out of all his teammates, Omi was a perfect gentleman. Meian didn't count (Meian had a wife, Meian did his own taxes). She'd been impressed more by Omi's age than by his manners.

"He's your peer?," she'd asked him. "Not your senior?"

"Nah, Kaa-san, ya can't date him."

She'd giggled and smacked his arm. "Tsumu! That's not what I meant."

His gran, however, made him worry. To the point where he'd woken up early, helped Samu with breakfast, retouched the yard, and taken a shower, all the while feeling an itch in the palm of his hands that didn't let him sit still.

But there was no need to worry Omi with all of that until it was absolutely necessary. And Gran would be arriving in under an hour, so Atsumu thought it was necessary.

It wasn't that his gran was homophobic or anything. Thankfully. She adored Suna. The man was her third grandson, maybe even her favorite grandson. She was, though, scrutinizing.

And as much as Omi had been raised under a magnifying glass, he was unsettled by his gran's high standards for her grandsons.

It's not like it would matter, really. Omi was it for Atsumu, as prickly as the bastard was. It was as simple as that. Gran not approving would only mean annoying family reunions where Omi would get the perpetual stinky eye from the old woman. Nothing to worry about.

Atsumu's hands itched.

"Osamu, step up here," Gran pushed a stool beside her, handing the boy a peeler. "Atsumu, fetch me a bowl."

Whenever Gran looked after them, they always worked on projects together. Gran said they were surprises for their mom for when she got back from work. They would clean their rooms or tidy up the genkan or bake like they were doing now.

Atsumu dutifully handed her the bowl and cleared out the counter so she could work more comfortably.

"You boys are special, y'know?" Gran started as she mixed the dry ingredients together. "You're the reason yer mom smiles, the reason she tries, you’re her happiness."

Gran nodded firmly, like these were reasonable statements and not like she'd told them that they're the reason their world spins. Because they both knew, without ever having to say it, that their mom was their world. It was a natural fact.

"That's that," Gran said. And that was that. The rest went unsaid, but known. Decidedly, if she could help it, Gran would move a mountain and hang the stars for Atsumu and Osamu, if it meant their happiness. They were her greatest treasure, in a way that a daughter could never quite be. Their mom was happy through them and Gran would propel that happiness forward, as much as she could, however she could. And she did.

After his shower, Omi seemed far more composed. His eyes were still flitting around, and his hands were fidgeting, but he seemed to be reigning it in. Atsumu knew he could do this.

His palms were itchy.

"Tell 'im it won't be that bad, Samu."

Osamu was smirking like a dipshit, watching Omi pace.

"Why should I? Ya made Rin so nervous, he almost sat up straight," Samu said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but Rin's my friend, too. I was just fuckin' with 'im."

Samu shook his head, about to be the most stubborn bastard alive—

"You'll be fine, Sakusa-kun," he said easily. "'S long as Baachan thinks this prick is yer reason for breathin'."

Omi stopped pacing, arms slacking at his sides. "I'm fucked."

"Omi!"

Samu could only laugh. Bastard.

Lunch was ready when they heard Gran arrive. Omi was in high stress, becoming increasingly fussy. He had already pulled on a disposable mask and was carrying his hand sanitizer in his pocket. At the sound of the door opening, Atsumu watched Omi reflexively squeeze more sanitizer into his palm.

Omi had insisted that they'd have something to say with his mother, some preamble to, "Hey, this is my boyfriend." Atsumu had gone along with it to soothe his nerves, but he'd known he'd throw their script out the window immediately. With his gran there was no preparation.

"Just be yourself. Trust me."

Omi had straightened in his chair then, nodding.

"I can do that."

He didn't look so confident now. Their mom was trying to distract Omi in the kitchen, helping her set up for lunch. Atsumu was clearing the dining table as they heard Gran's shuffling in the genkan.

Gran was led in by Rin, holding onto his arm for the simple joy she got out of it. Atsumu could sense the steel bar lodged in Omi's spine from across the room.

"Baachan! How was the ride over?" Samu wandered over, scooping her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

"It was fine. Rintarou still remembers how to drive," she chuckled.

"I didn't even crash that time, Baachan," Rin said in his defense.

"Coulda fooled me. Now, where's my grandson?" Gran asked, pulling away from Samu.

Atsumu stepped in, swinging her around once. "Baachan!"

She giggled in his ear, patting his shoulder. "Put me down before ya kill me."

"Ya ain't delicate," Atsumu said, setting her down. He turned to find his mom leaning against the kitchen door watching Omi look somehow more of an awkward fuck in the hallway.

This time, Atsumu stuck to the script. Springing surprises on Gran hardly ever went well. "Baachan, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. We've been datin' for a while and I wanted him to meet ya."

Omi bowed deeply. Atsumu resisted the urge to bonk him in the head.

"Why? Are ya planning on marrying him?" Gran asked, her eyes following Omi as he stood straight again.

"Baachan."

"Hush, I'm messing with ya."

"It's an honor to meet you, Aoki-san," Omi said firmly. The side of his mouth was probably twitching. Omi had learned to fidget comfortably in front of people without them ever noticing.

"Could ya," Gran mimicked a pinching and pulling down motion. "I feel like I know ya."

Omi pulled down his mask, still keeping his distance. His face was controlled and calm.

Gran's eyes widened. "Tsumu, have ya lost yer mind!" She smacked him upside the head. He heard Samu snickering from the kitchen. "He's yer teammate!"

"And roommate!" Samu supplied from the other room.

His gran proceeded to berate him, going on about how he was risking his career and his homelife and what the hell were you thinking and do you realize how reckless that is, but gran could talk his ear off all she wanted. He had already thought of that, had already weighed his options, had already calculated the magnitude of how this could fuck him up. He'd tortured himself before settling in his feelings, he'd done the work.

And he knew it was the right choice. He knew it as his fingers knew how to flex for a set and he knew it when he turned to see Omi's shoulders relax and a soft smile reach his eyes.

"And you, young man, must be just as insane," Gran turned her reprimands on Omi.

Omi startled slightly at being addressed by her.

"I guess I am," he said. His smile didn't fade.

Gran grinned in turn. "Good."

And that was that.

* * *

"Omi-Omi," Atsumu poked at his thigh with his foot. Kiyoomi was sweeping their common area and Atsumu always planted himself on the small couch "for the view."

"What."

"I was thinking of visiting my ma for a weekend. Y'know, before the season starts up again."

"Sounds nice. Lift your feet up."

Atsumu pulled his legs into the couch, crossing them under him. Kiyoomi leaned over, crouching to get under the couch.

"I was wonderin' if you'd like to come. Like, home with me."

Kiyoomi stopped sweeping to look at Atsumu.

"You sure?" The last time Kiyoomi had his parents over for dinner, they had almost made Atsumu bust a valve in his tolerance gauge with their prodding and condescension. The whole meet-the-parents thing wasn't their strong suit.

Tsumu leaned up to catch his lips, dragging him down to sit on the couch. He pulled away with a smile.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, Omi."

He gave Tsumu a skeptical look.

"Kaa-san already met ya, wanted to scoop ya up all for herself, and Samu'll be there. Ya might have to worry about Baachan, but it'll be nothing like dinner."

"Right," his heart started to pick up. He could feel the disaster incoming. Tsumu kissed him again, chuckling into it.

"Don't start," he said against his lips. "You'll get fussy."

Kiyoomi scrunched his nose, pulling away, hands pushing at Tsumu's thighs.

"I don't get fussy," Kiyoomi said stubbornly, leaning into Atsumu's hand as he played with his curls.

"Sure ya do. It's cute, but it's shit for yer nerves." He tugged lightly at his hair. "They'll love you, ya bully me and keep me in line. They'll be swooning."

Kiyoomi couldn't help his snort. Atsumu lit up at the sound. "Sure, alright. I'd love to meet them."

And that was that.

[theheightofdishonor]

there’s just something about the flashback of atsumu telling his brother that he’ll die the happier twin taking place right as he performs his quick (even faster than the one he did with osamu, faster than anyone’s ever done it)  with Hinata.

[broc-e-coli]

okay, BUT kiyoomi thinking of the lyrics of jolene while seeing hinata interact with atsumu

[hitozy]

okay so, you do the ‘hide! my boyfriend is coming!’ prank with atsumu and just-

Imagine:

He’s in the living room, watching on the adlers match to get a grasp of what to expect on their next match. you put up your phone and start recording getting the whole living room on view. he’s so engrossed by the game that when you yell at him, “’Tsumu hide! My boyfriend is coming!” He doesn’t even register what you say and hides behind the couch.

A minute goes by when he finally gets it; he glares at you, standing in front of him, trying to stay in character and just when he’s about to say something the door opens and, “Hey YN! I missed you baby.” Osamu walks towards you, hugging you and nuzzling your cheek. His twins grey eyes meets his own brown ones.

"What the fuck?” 

You can’t hold it in any longer and burst out laughing. “It’s a prank baby!” , Osamu joins you chuckling at his brothers face, Atsumu wants to wail. 

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Not fair! -Atsumu

Totally worth it~ -Osamu

Osamu Version

[teacrying]

In the new chapter of Haikyuu I saw something that is my new favorite thing

HAJIME IS THEIR GET ALONG SHIRT LEBDJDJEJD

[tsumtsumland]

Oh ho ho? For me? Why thank you @starshaped-raindrops 💕💗💕💗💕

atsumu x palette

[green-character]

Sakusa and Motoya conversing, Komori though it was going elsewhere

Sakusa : oh no

Motoya : what ?

Sakusa : I am going to hell

Motoya : No you're not, why would you be ?

Sakusa : but I mean it

Motoya : listen carefully Kyo, you're not only my cousin, you're my best friend, and one of the best person I know. I know teenage years can be difficult, figuring yourself out and all that, but you can come to me, who-whatever is the problem-

Sakusa : that's what I'm trying to do right now, look at the email, I'v gotta go to a training camp, specialized in spiker/setter

Motoya : oooh that's just that, that's not a problem

Sakusa : You're the one being dramatic in the first place

Motoya : dramatic ? Me ? You mentioned hell, I was worried you- wait why is it hell then ?

Sakusa : Ushijima can't go, and Miya already sent me a message

Motoya : * laughing* oh I'm sure you'll survive just fine