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up on tokio hill (msby bj)

masterlist, ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)

upon arriving in tokio hill, a misunderstanding occurs the moment you show up. your new housemates seem like a lot to deal with– and a lot more handsome than you expected. but things will work out, will it not?

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“I swear I’ll call security on ya if ya don’t leave right now!” The blonde man before you shook his phone in the air, ready to fulfil his threat. His orbs were flaming with the fury of a thousand suns and his face was pulled back to a snarl– he looked like he was ready to drop-kick you out of the house itself.

“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. I don’t even know what’s going on!” You held up your hands defensively and stood firmly (as much as you could without shaking).

The urge to take flight in the face of a livid, insanely handsome dude was so strong that you may just leave the country altogether. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first day at the share-house would go.

“Everyone calm down!” Another man begged. Behind the silver haired man is an oven with smoke leaking out of. His hands were held up as well, like the scene in Jurassic World and the raptors.

For the love of the gods, Uncle Tai, what have I gotten myself into…?

(A few hours ago…)

Tokio Hill was a quiet suburb in the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t exactly what it sounded when Uncle Tai had introduced it– you’d imagine it was a bumpy piece of land with tall grass and mice scurrying about. According to Google, it was home to plenty of rich folks, celebrities and some of Japan’s biggest sensations. It used to be a paparazzi hotspot until the local authorities decided to protect the inhabitants by conducting regular security checks. There were even a couple of police outposts in the area.

It was a wonder how a normal person could afford living in such a high end place. If it weren’t for your ‘niece discount’, you would never have moved into the area. Uncle Tai barely told you about the other tenants, but they must have been loaded. With that said…

“How on earth did Uncle Tai bag this place?” You wondered aloud as you stood outside a gated property, a pet carrier in one hand and a luggage bag in another.

This house was unlike the (extravagant) others down the road. An off white coat of paint with a deep, navy blue roof. It had a number of floors, you guessed three altogether. The fence had barely any gaps between them, preventing you from peeking through. It did a splendid job obscuring the ground floor from public view, but the other floors were visible.

A meow came from the carrier. You peered inside; a stubby Sphynx sat comfortably inside, whiskers twitching curiously. You slipped your fingers through the gaps to rub its hairless head.

“Oh Meru, I guess our new life starts today,” you whispered. Its bright blue eyes twinkled with (what you assumed was) curiosity. Your pet mewed back as you returned your focus to the house.

It all starts here. A fresh start. You inhaled deeply then exhaled. It’ll work out– it has to.

You approached a smaller gate that was off to the side of the entrance. A silver intercom was built into the gate. You pressed the biggest button, probably the doorbell. It didn’t take long before you got a response.

Static buzzed from the intercom. A man’s voice crackled, “...Ello? Hey, hello?”

You straightened up, “Hi! I’m new here. Today’s my first day, and–“

“Oh, I know you! Yeah, come on in,” The man interrupted. The crackling stopped and you the gate clunked. Gingerly, you pushed it open and entered the estate.

The front yard was huge, accommodating two shiny cars and a front yard. Concrete seemed to extend around the area, tall enough that you doubted you’d be able to see the other side without a ladder. Lining the walls were hedges; green and freshly trimmed. Off to a corner was a grassy area with an outdoor swing and bird fountain. A fish carved from stone spewed a steady stream of water into the pool.

Your eyes wandered around as you moved towards the main door. Footsteps thudded inside the house before the door swung open. A giant loomed over you and Meru. Your pet cat and you simultaneously tilted your heads up to look at him– a man with silver hair, peppered with grey tips. He was all smiles in a frilly apron.

This guy must be almost two metres tall! Both your cat and you stared in awe. You stared holes at the super girly apron. A magical girl was printed on the front. M-Moe gap…

“I was expecting you! Come on in,” he patted his hands on the apron, “I’m in the middle of something, so you can just do the second floor first.”

“Okay. Wait, what-?”

An alarm sounded inside the house. The man whipped his head towards the source before turning back to you. “Uh oh, we gotta hurry! Come on in already,” Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.

You clambered in, luggage and all, and Meru screeched from its rocking carrier. Full of apologies, you tried to console your pet whilst he shut the door. He noticed Meru, who stood on its haunches at the salt and pepper haired man.

“You can leave your things here first,” He gestured where you stood. When you set Meru on top of the shoe cabinet at the entrance, he reached out to you. His larger hand enveloped your wrist effortlessly and he began pulling you along. His hold was gentle enough so as to not bruise, but secure enough to make sure you couldn’t run. The unwarranted warmth on your wrist gave you goosebumps.

What on earth was going on? This was some sort of misunderstanding, right? Before you could process that thought, he stopped at the end of the hallway, where a closet awaited. He rummaged through it and produced a few items.

“Here’s what you’ll need. This, this– oh, this too…” Without looking, he handed you cleaning tools: bleach, sprays, gloves and more.

As he progressively piled more into your arms, the alarm continued beeping in the background. You practically cradled the load, “Umm, mister, I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I’m actually-”

The man ran off to the kitchen, where a cloud of grey began seeping from an oven. He screeched incoherently and began fussing over whatever it was inside. As he began murmuring to himself, you sighed. There was no way of getting through to him. At least, not now.

You took in the living room slowly. In the corner of the house was a flight of stairs. The rest of the place was split into three areas: the lounge, dining area and kitchen. The lounge was furnished with a massive flat screen television and a long couch. In-between was a paper strewn coffee table and magazines haphazardly stacked. Meanwhile, the kitchen was occupied by none other than the silver haired man, who stood by marble countertops. There was an island table as well, though it seemed counterintuitive when there was a dining table present.

The layout of the place was exactly like the photos Uncle Tai had sent you. And the place was big. As expected of a private estate in a posh area. Again, how did your good for nothing uncle score this place…?

You looked at your cleaning supplies. He said just the second floor, right? Maybe he’d listen to you afterwards. You waved goodbye to Meru and began your way up the flight of stairs, tools in hand.

When you reached the second floor, you peered around the corners to view the hallway. There were three rooms available, two on either side. One of the doors had a little sign that read ‘bath and laundry’. You peeked inside: there was a common area with a sink and mirror that stretched across one wall. Laundry machines and baskets were on the other end, with one of the baskets piled up with off-white sheets. You walked deeper in and into the connected shower room, which had a huge bathtub. On the shelves built into the walls were a mess of different bottles of miscellaneous hygiene items.

There was a lot to be done, you realised as you walked out of the shower room. You approached the laundry and realised there were jars of different powders on the shelves hanging above the laundry machines. There was even a note, a handwritten one with a few annotations. You scrutinised it with a squint.

“For every extra bedsheet, use a third of a cup of detergent. Only use this brand of fabric softener for the sheets. I will come after you if they are not properly washed,” You read aloud. A giggle escaped you, “What the heck? They sound like a troublesome person.”

You eyed the baskets– you could start with this one. The instructions written by the troublesome person could guide you for your first task. The counters and shelves could do some wiping and reorganising as well.

“Guess I better get started,” You left to return downstairs, “I better set these things down first before I drop them.”

While you laid out your cleaning appliances, a man entered the laundry-cum-wash room. The man pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his blonde hair. It fell to the floor, along with the sweatpants he had shimmied out of. He swooped up his clothes and hung them over one of the baskets. Quietly, he closed the bathroom door behind him, forgoing the decision to lock it. After a shower, he stepped into the bathtub for a soak. With a long arm draped over one side, he closed his eyes and began dozing off. Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the door, you had begun to do the laundry.

　The tumbling of laundry filled the room. You watched the sheets toss and turn inside the machines as you squatted, hands on your knees. Thanks to the meticulously written notes, it was easy to figure out the buttons and amount of detergent to use. While they were washing, you wiped down the counters and surfaces. Your cleaning rags were coiled up in the bottom of the pail beside you.

While cleaning, you came to the conclusion that the guy in the kitchen had mistaken you for a cleaner. Uncle Tai must have told the tenants that you’d be here, right? There’s no way that bozo would forget to inform them… right?

“Knowing him, maybe it’s not out of the picture,” you sighed and rested your face in your hands.

You heard footsteps from the hallway and your face lit up. Was he finally free to speak? You turned expectantly but came face to face with another stranger. A half-naked man wrapped in a towel around his torso stood at the doorway of the shower. His hands tried to hide his exposed chest and his face was…

Oh– This isn’t good.

He let out an ear-piercing scream.

. . .

Oh right, so that’s what had led up to this situation.

You blinked at the blonde who droned on about the cops and trespassing. This guy was a broken record, nothing was going through him. His shoulders heaved up and down aggressively. Was it from anxiety or anger? It was hard to tell.

“Tsum-tsum, you gotta chill out! It’s the new maid Taichii hired, remember? He told us about it last week!” the silver haired man clarified. He still adorned the frilly apron with the magical girl.

“The new maid’s only supposed to be here when we ain’t around, ya moron!” The blonde man said, eyes wide. “I can’t believe ya let a stalker into the house, Bo-kun! Besides, it looks like she’s moving in, not cleaning for the day!”

He jabbed a finger in the direction of your luggage. Meru, who had been anxious throughout, flinched. It hissed in the direction of a frowning ‘Tsum-Tsum’.

You blocked his line of sight to Meru, “Woah there, you’ve really got the wrong idea. I’m not your stalker because firstly, I swear to the gods that I don’t even know who you are. And secondly, I’m your new housemate– I have the contract and texts to prove it!”

The blonde raised his brows before returning to his scowl. He seemed to ponder it over.

“Huh? So you aren’t our new housemaid?” The man named ‘Bo-kun’ blinked incessantly.

“Or a stalker?” The blonde folded his arms crossly.

Before you could retort, the main door clicked open.

“I’m home!” You heard a voice call out. Footsteps thumped in the hallway before another man appeared in the scene. This person carried a bag of groceries in one hand, and a cap in another. His bright ginger hair contrasted against the cream walls of the living room.

“I saw another pair of shoes at the entrance. Is (l/n)-san finally-“ He made eye contact with you and the others, “–What’s going on?”

“Hinata! Help–” Apron guy cried as the ginger hurried over. “Tsum-tsum thinks our new maid is a stalker-!”

“For the love of– How many times must I tell you guys that I’m neither!” You threw up your hands in desperation.

The ginger blinked once at you before looking at the others, “Did you guys forget? Taichii-san’s niece is joining us here starting today. Isn’t this (l/n)-san?”

The three men turned their heads to you. A long sigh escaped you. It seemed like they would finally listen. Thank the gods for this man named Hinata.

　Meru roamed freely in the living room, sniffing the kitchen counters. It approached the oven, which was half-open. A tray of burnt cookies sat inside, and your cat ran off after a tentative sniff. Meanwhile, you stared at the men sitting across from you. They had introduced themselves briefly, and the three men across from you were known as Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.

Uncle Tai forgot to mention that I’ll be living with a bunch of dudes, you side-eyed your sphynx. As if it could hear your thoughts, the hairless cat mewed back.

“I’m so sorry, (l/n)-san,” Bokuto blushed. He sat across you at the dinner table, his forehead practically squished against the surface as he bowed apologetically. His form was shrunken with embarrassment, his broad shoulders drawn in.

Atsumu sipped on his mug of coffee. He appeared indignant over the situation, as much as someone could be after accusing an innocent person of a crime. He would send not so inconspicuous gazes your way too. As you stared pointedly, your eyes met and he averted his gaze. An irk mark formed on your head.

This guy hates to swallow his pride, huh? What an asshole.

Whilst sparks flew between the two of you, Hinata scratched his cheek. He sat in between the others awkwardly. “This vibe makes me feel like I should apologise too…”

“It’s been a while since I heard of the news and I… completely forgot… and mixed up the housecleaning visit with your moving in. I’m terribly sorry for making you clean the place up–!” Bokuto added, still grovelling.

You held up your mug of coffee, “It’s fine now, Bokuto-san. And please, there’s no need for you to do this. It’s okay.”

He lifted his head cautiously and you reassured him with a nod. You took a tentative sip.

“How can we make it up to you?” Hinata spoke up, to which you rubbed your chin.

Meru mewed at the foot of the table. You lit up and turned to the trio, “Oh, I know. How about you show me around the house?”

It didn’t take much convincing for a house tour. Although, a certain blonde had slipped away during the tour, refusing to entertain your questions. The remaining duo properly showed you around the house, including the backyard. They shared that sometimes, they would have barbecues with friends, though rarely. You learned that Atsumu and Bokuto stayed on the second floor, which probably explained how the former had entered the bathroom without you knowing, due to it being right across his room. Meanwhile, Hinata, another tenant and you stayed on the third floor. As for the toilets…

When you enquired about it, the guys exchanged a look before Hinata sheepishly said, “Taichii-san had specifically requested that you use the third floor’s bathroom only… Um, he mentioned that it wouldn’t be right for a lady to share a bathroom with men she had no familial relation with.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being a bother,” Your eyes widened.

“It’s totes fine. We’re not at home much... Besides, we only have toilet fights when Tsum-tsum’s in the kitchen. Which is rare-” Bokuto rambled before Hinata slapped a hand over his mouth. The man with salt and pepper hair blinked in confusion.

“Don’t worry about it!” The ginger grinned. You raised a brow. That wasn’t reassuring one bit.

They led you to your room and the duo retreated downstairs. You watched them leave with Meru in your arms. You stood outside a room, the only one with a sign hanging on the door. It was your name arranged in hiragana with wooden blocks. A flower was even glued to the end.

Does Uncle Tai think I’m still in preschool? You tried to take it down only to realise it was superglued to the door. An irk mark formed on your head. A certain bozo was about to hear it from me later on the phone…

You closed the door behind you and set Meru down. Its tail trembled curiously as it inspected the floor. Gazing around the room, you noted the stacks of cardboard boxes in a corner. Huh, Uncle Tai really wasn’t lying when he said this place was bigger. You sat down on the bed. The naked mattress was soft yet firm, awaiting to be clothed in sheets. The evaporated stains of cleaning liquid on surfaces notified you of its recent cleaning. And much to your pleasure, the room was modestly furnished the way you had requested it to be. Just a table, wardrobe and cabinet.

Suddenly, you were reminded of your luggage at the door. You had forgotten about it during the chaos. It was the least of your worries when you were dealing with the probability of being arrested. You opened your door and peeked out of the room. Unexpectedly, your luggage bag was waiting outside. You glanced around the hall and at the stairs.

Someone has helped you out! You watched for any movement at the stairs but neither saw nor heard anything. With gratitude, you muttered thanks and wheeled it in.

You spent the rest of your time unboxing and decorating your room. Meru helped by laying on the bed and its new sheets. It dozed off in the warmth that filtered through your windows. You made quick work of unpacking clothes and arranging your decorations and merchandise. As you finished setting up your monitors, you pondered over the earlier argument.

Why did the blonde guy react so explosively earlier? Was he a celebrity of sorts? You were certain that you were up to date with pop culture, but neither his face nor name rang a bell. Though you wouldn’t doubt if he wasn’t famous. He was as prickly as a sea-urchin but undeniably a handsome man. You rummaged through your pop culture schemas but produced nothing.

A thump outside your room broke your train of thought. You peeked past your door to investigate and found yet another giant in the hallway. What did the tenants of this house eat…? This man was dressed in a stylish turtleneck and coat, and he stood across you, fiddling with the keys to his room.

Suddenly, Meru mewed. The man in the coat spun around, keys in hand. Your cat yawned and nuzzled the bed. You met his obsidian eyes nervously.

“Umm, hello…” You started. He stared back.

Despite wearing a mask, he was also quite the looker. Why was this house full of good looking dudes? Was he a celebrity of sorts too? The man had a mop of curly dark hair atop his head and two moles above an eyebrow. Wait, two moles? Your eyes widened in recognition, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!?””

Sakusa knitted his brows together. His mask twitched as he spoke, “Do I know you?”

“Are you for real? We attended class together in highschool . Remember, with your cousin Komori-kun. I was with you for all three years!” You gestured at yourself. He stared hard, as if considering what you had just said.

Heavy footsteps filled the stairway and Bokuto reappeared, “Oh! I see you guys have met already. That’s awesome,” He grinned and gestured over his shoulder, “C’mon, we’re heading out for dinner!”

“Huh? But I just got back,” Sakusa rubbed his temples with a sigh.

Bokuto simply placed his hands on his hips, “It won’t be good if you miss out, Yoomi! Besides, we’re having a welcome party!”

　By the time you set foot, it was already evening. The restaurant they intended to visit was within walking distance, on the outskirts of the city that edged towards the suburbs. Rows of shops were situated on one side of a river, where cherry trees lined along. With spring fleeing from Japan’s grasp, the trees had already lost most of their blossoms. That didn’t stop you from catching a lone fluttering blossom as you stood outside a restaurant. Warm light filtered through the paper screen doors as the sign above read Onigiri Miya.

The guys opened the doors and a windchime rang in the doorway. You peeked past their broad shoulders to take in the place. The interior was a modest mixture of Japanese and modern design, with cream walls and wooden floorboards. Customers dined at the counter that looped around the kitchen or on the floors, at the low tables. The clamour of conversation and oil crackling was almost homely, like the izakayas in back home. As your eyes scanned the place, a waiter with freckles practically bounded towards your group.

“It’s been a while since I last saw you guys!” The boy said. He must have been in high school with his doe-like gaze.

“Sup,” Atsumu grinned. He was surprisingly cheery despite the earlier situation, “Is Samu here?”

“He left earlier for a catering event. The boss has been busy lately!” He noticed you and quickly added, “Oh, who’s this?”

“She’s our new housemate. Taichii’s niece,” Hinata added, gesturing at you with a smile. You nodded shyly and the waiter beamed.

“Arighty! My name is Yuuma and I’ll be your waiter for the day!” He swooped up a few menus and gestured, “Please follow me!”

Yuuma led everyone to the back of the restaurant. This area was partitioned off with screen doors, and it was far quieter here. These rooms must be reserved for special customers. You entered the room last and everyone took their seats, leaving the only open spot next to Atsumu. It wasn’t your intention to sit beside him, so you made it clear by respectfully scooting an inch away from him. After inspecting the menu, and with thoughtful insight from the guys, you decided on a warm bowl of curry udon, with a side of a speciality onigiri.

An awkward silence fell in the room the moment Yuuma left to place the orders. You half-heartedly scratched the fabric of your clothes when Hinata spoke up.

“We haven’t had a proper opportunity to introduce ourselves, so let me start,” the ginger smiled. His amber eyes held a homely warmth that could melt the barriers of anybody’s heart. He gestured at himself, “I’m Hinata Shouyou. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”

“I’m (l/n) (y/n). The pleasure is mine,” You bowed your head. Mirroring Hinata’s smile, you added, “Uncle Tai and I share the same family name, so feel free to call me (y/n), if you’d like.”

“Can I call you (y/n)-chan? That’s such a pretty name!” Bokuto straightened up and thumbed at his chest, “Ah– And I’m Koutarou Bokuto! It’s real nice to meet ‘cha!”

Bokuto’s gaze arrowed at the blonde beside you. The former seemed to be staring expectantly for him to introduce himself. Maybe because of the awkward incident from earlier. Ah… this awkward introduction gave the vibe of adolescents during a mixer, or something.

“Miya Atsumu,” the blonde practically exhaled. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. He thumped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on it, “Nice to meet ‘cha, I suppose.”

“Y-Yeah, it’s nice to meet you, Miya-san,” Your smile wavered. Even if he mistook you for a stalker.

“Atsumu will do just fine.”

A half hearted sigh escaped you internally. Then there was Sakusa, who seemed disinterested in the conversation from the start. He had his gaze fixated on the wall behind you this whole time. Your eyes met for a brief second.

He spoke up softly, “Sakusa Kiyoomi. But you seem to already know that.”

“I’m surprised you don’t remember me. I was the class president in all our years in high school,” You leaned forward a little. Would that be enough to jog his memory?

Sakusa looked up at the ceiling, seemingly disinterested. You sighed with a dejected smile. Figures. It had been a number of years after graduation. So this reaction wasn’t much of a surprise. Your shoulders drooped in defeat.

“Sooo… does that mean you attended Itachiyama Institute?” Hinata spoke up. “What was Sakusa-san like?”

“I’ve attended since middle school all the way to high school. I may be wrong, but Sakusa-san transferred at the start of his first year of high school,” You lit up. Grinning, you cheekily added, “Girls were all over him for the next three years. It was never a boring day.”

“It was annoying,” Sakusa admitted. His focus remained on anything but you, but he indulged in a half-smile. “The only good memories I had were on the court.”

“Somebody’s shy,” the blonde beside you sniggered, “I’m surprised he had chicks when he’s this much of an asshole– Ow!”

Something thumped under the table. You could only assume Sakusa had kicked Atsumu under. A nervous smile creeped up on your face. Beneath his mask of calm he must have been riled up a little by that comment. Who knew he’d grown to be so petty.

Meanwhile, Atsumu grinded his teeth, “Fall over and shrivel up!”

The waiter returned with trays in hand. In a sing-song voice, he said, “Atsumu-san, please keep it down.”

Atsumu rolled his eyes and pouted. What was he, five? While Atsumu hyper-fixated on a dent in the floor, Bokuto helped Yuuma place the dishes on the table while Hinata began distributing cutlery. You took a pair of chopsticks and pulled your meal closer to you. The five of you shared a quiet meal, as much as one could when a blonde was seething beside you.

After some time had passed, you asked, “So are you all from the Kansai region? Except for Atsumu-san, the rest of you don’t sound like it.”

“Yoomi and I are from the capital, but Hinata’s from Miyagi.” Bokuto responded with a mouth full of ebifry. He took a swig of beer before exclaiming, “Woo! This stuff is great!”

Sakusa leaned away from Bokuto, a disgusted expression on his features. He shifted his meal away from the guy, who dropped a shrimp tail from his mouth. Meanwhile, Atsumu nagged at the guy to eat less sloppily.

Hinata chuckled before turning to you, “Yup, I’m from the more rural side of the prefecture. What about (l/n)-san?”

“I also lived in the countryside up until grade school. That’s when I moved to Tokyo,” you took a bite of a potato. It was soft and tender, like the rest of the veggies in the curry.

“I totally get it,” Hinata grinned. I can imagine it was a big change!”

“And now you moved from Tokyo to Osaka.” Bokuto prodded with half another ebifry sticking out from his lips. “Why’s that?”

You stopped mid bite. You raised your head to meet Bokuto’s eyes. The others were preoccupied with their food, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t listening. Like wisps of steam on a hot day, your appetite dissolved. Suddenly your curry udon and speciality onigiri didn’t smell so appetising anymore. With a far off look in your eyes, you managed a timid smile.

“I… guess I needed a change of pace.”

. . .

“And then she said to me… ‘Who do you think you are, asshole?!... And- Oh, I don’t feel sho gud…’” Gurgled Bokuto, who remained limp in Hinata and Sakusa’s grasps. They were practically dragging him at this rate, with how in and out of consciousness he was.

“He’s a goner,” Sakusa announced. He jabbed a finger into Bokuto’s face before clicking his tongue, “I even told him to hold back a little.”

Hinata chuckled. The tips of his ears were dusted pink but not as saturated as Bokuto’s. “He’s the life of a party. You’d know by now that Bokuto-san can’t stop once he starts.”

“I’m well aware of my teammate’s awful drinking habits, but we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. He’s going to whine about his hangover during practice…” Sakusa trailed off.

Night had long fallen upon Osaka, and the way back was arduous with a passed out drunk in your party. You laughed light heartedly as the trio in front of you stumbled over a pebble. A flurry of insults at the unconscious man in the group spewed from Sakusa. Poor Hinata tried to defuse the situation on behalf of a man who was too drunk to care. Frankly, it was hilarious.

“What’s so funny?” Atsumu mumbled beside you. He was also tipsy, but not as bad as Bokuto. The two of you trailed behind the others.

Your smile fell, “Umm, it’s nothing.” You didn’t want him to misunderstand, so you quickly added, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I’m really happy.”

He hummed, seemingly in thought. A few moments of silence passed, and just when you figured that was the end, he muttered.

“Hey, about earlier.”

“Earlier…?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the blonde said quickly, jamming his fists into the pocket of his hoodie. The warm light emanating from the street lamps cast a gentle glow on the contours of his handsome face. His brows furrowed, “I’ll be honest with ya, I jumped to conclusions and said some pretty awful things, my bad.”

He must not have been used to this– he was chewing on his bottom lip. It looked like it took everything in him to apologise, if you could consider this an apology.

The corners of your lips tilted up, “It’s okay. I would’ve been pretty spooked if some stranger appeared in my bathroom too. I may have done the same.”

“Oh, I mean. It’s not like ya did something wrong. Something like this happened before… sorta.”

This had happened before? Your surprised gaze was missed by Atsumu, who fixated on the path ahead. His eyes were downcast, and you frowned. With a face like his, it wouldn’t be out of the question to have obsessive fans. But stalkers were a different thing, no?

“I think I misjudged you,” you commented. “You seem like an okay guy, Atsumu-san.”

He gave you the side eye, “Hey, just because I apologised doesn’t mean you can make fun of me.”

“You call that an apology?” You chuckled when Hinata called out suddenly.

“(l/n)-san, Atsumu-san! Can you help buy us some painkillers? We ran out and need some for Bokuto-san tomorrow!” He gestured at the FamilyMart nearby.

Atsumu groaned. He flashed an okay-sign to the guys before looking at you. “Boy, yer going to witness an ugly sight tomorrow. We’re going to buy five different types of painkillers only for Bokuto to refuse to eat any.”

He entered the store first. Staring at his back, you looked behind your shoulder at Hinata, Sakura and Bokuto. They were fussing over the guy in the middle whose eyes were barely open.

A smile crept up your face. Who knows? Maybe living with these guys is going to be alright.

“(y/n)-san,” Atsumu called. He stood at the doorway, arms crossed.

“Be there in a second!” You hurried over, shoes clacking on the pavement.

With the trio waiting outside, Atsumu and you searched the aisles for medicine. You took a handful which Atsumu dumped into a basket. As the two of you waited in line, your phone– which you had left behind on your desk– buzzed with notifications.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

New Nail Day with MSBY

MSBY! Black Jackals (including Barnes and Joffe) x GN! Manager

Warnings: fluff

AN: just expressing my love of new nail day 🤩

Everyone needs selfcare Yn

Especially you 🥰

Because let’s face it, you have one of the toughest jobs on the entire planet

While you love your job and adore the guys, man do you need a break 😅

And one of the activities you do often is pampering yourself with new nails 💅

Whether you DIY them or go to a tech, your nails always look perfect!

Sometimes you go for simple, like an ombré or a French tip

And sometimes, when the guys are EXTRA annoying, you splurge and do a design or some bling 💎

No matter what you get, the nails do their job

And let’s just say, you look FABULOUS 🤩

And there’s one thing you can always count on

The guys noticing your new manicure!

It’s almost kind of weird how much these guys notice

Like your pretty sure they look at your hands everyday just waiting for a new set

The moment you walk into the gym and the glimmer of a new set sparkles, it’s game time

“YN LET ME SEE THEMMMM!” Bokuto shouts, running full force towards you as you brace for impact

“NEW NAIL DAY NEW NAIL DAY!” Hinata shouts, bouncing towards you

“Don’t break them right away!” Atsumu shouts, following behind the first two dummies

“You shouldn’t go near them either Miya, they are expensive!” Sakusa scolds him

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes, Thomas and Joffe all just stand aside, waiting for the hype to die down

Bokuto and Hinata each grab a hand and began to dissect everything

The shape, the design, the bling 😩

“Oh wow YN, look at all the sparkles!!” Bokuto chimes, so excited

“I don’t understand how the shape is so perfect on every one of them! There is like no imperfections!” Hinata comments, observing your perfectly manicured cuticles

Sakusa whistles, looking over Hinata, “man YN, did you have to take a loan out to get those done?”

Meanwhile you just stand there, waiting for their gasping and oohing to finally calm down

“Alright idiots, back off of Yn!” Meian finally says, interrupting their party

“But captain, YN’s nails are always so pretty!” Hinata gushes

“They are very pretty-” Meian adds

“And YN is super pretty too!” Inunaki interjects

You 👉🏻🥹

“Yes Yn is very pretty-” Meian continues

“Wow YN how do you even get to see those gems to stay on?” Barnes asks

“It’s a cured gel that makes them super strong!” You say, banging your nails against the wall to demonstrate their durability

The team 👉🏻😱😱😱

“I can’t believe how well you work with nails like that YN, truly remarkable!” Thomas compliments

“Well YN is the best manager in the entire V.League,” Joffe boosts

“Ok YN’s nails are great but we need to get practicing,” Meian sighs as the guys continue to ignore him

“You can’t expect us to practice with such perfection in our presence!” Atsumu exclaims, grabbing your hand and pushing it into Meian’s face

Meian 👉🏻😐🙄

You can tell Meian is about to lose it, so you decide the guys have done enough simping for today

“Ok guys, let’s get to practicing!” You say, walking towards your office

“But Yn what if you break a nail!” Bokuto scream 🙀

“That would be a tragedy!” Hinata yells back

“Well it’s a good thing YN doesn’t actually play Volleyball then,” Sakusa adds

“Yeah but what if one of Atsumu’s rogue serves gifs YN in the hand!” Inunaki interjects

“Hey-” Atsumu asks confused 😐

“Or what if one of Atsumu’s really bad sets hits Yn and they have to block their face?” Joffe questions

“HEY MY SETS ARE PERFECT!” Atsumu shouts back

“Atsumu shut up and get on the court!” Meian yells

Atsumu 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

“Oh and by the way Yn, your nails look amazing,” Meian winks before walking onto the court

Seriously Yn, you are so freaking lucky 😭

[smuttyanimeslut]

Accidentally You Pt. 8

Parings: fem!reader x MSBY!Sakusa, fem!reader x MSBY!Hinata

Warnings: cussing

Description: Y/N didn't mean for these things to happen to her. But they always do. One drunk night make out session and an online friendship could tear a team in two.

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Hi Wolfie!! I've been following you for a while now, and I absolutely adore your works! (I hope you don't mind having me here 😓) I was wondering if we could get our beloved Omi-Omi + 8 & 9 for your follower event, with fem reader :3 Omi's just a confused, silly little guy with feelings he can't really explain- and he's just so lovable nwjshiwjdksdhsjshwjw

(ohh, btw do you think it can be timeskip version, where reader is the manager for MSBY BJ/National's team? 😋)

That's all!! Take your time, take care and stay healthy!! 🫶

MSBY!Kiyoomi x manager!fem!reader

Ahhh choco you're so sweet you got me giggling in my room at 12 pm😭😭 i'm actually very excited to write this one in particular!! it's fine for you to follow me and like my stuff, don't worry

it feels a bit strange actually recieving this many asks, this must be how a popular blog feels ( •̀ ω •́ )

"Great. We're locked in." Sakusa sighed after pulling on the door handle, the door refusing to budge.

The thing you probably least expected to happen today is being locked in a room with Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one player in the MSBY Black Jackals who disliked you.

"Do you have your phone on you?" He asked, annoyance showing in his voice. You checked your pockets, quickly realising you forgot your phone on the office desk. You groaned, cursing under your breath.

He realised the same thing as you, also cursing himself out internally for somehow forgetting to charge his phone this morning.

"When do the others come back?" You could sense the impatience and discomfort in his voice, sighing silently to yourself. Of course, neither of you were happy to be locked in a room with no way out, but the fact that it's you he's trapped with must make it even worse for him.

Somehow, it hurts you immensely that the two can't seem to get along. You know that it's just like that with some people in life, but why Kiyoomi of all people? A player that you have to interact with a lot as a manager, a player who's... kind of hot...

No! This is weird! Why would you think that for even a second?!

"...Are you going to answer me?"

"I HAVE NO IDEA!- I don't know!!" You stammered out, embarrased at your own thoughts even though you knew he couldn't read them.

He furrowed his brows at you slightly before sitting down on a chair in the room, making sure to dust it off beforehand. He muttered something under his breath that you vaguely registered as a curse word.

Oh, he hates you that much.

You swallowed your spit, not knowing what to do yourself. You sat down on the floor, placing your arms on your knees in anticipation of an uncomfortable time.

"Don't sit on the floor. Sit here." His suggestion surprised you, looking up at him to find him pointing to the chair next to him.

You did so silently, not wanting to make him annoyed or angry. God, this was the most awkward you've felt since confessing to your crush back in middle school. You glanced over at him, and he looked to be deep in thought.

You couldn't tell what his expression was like exactly because of his mask, and you had a feeling that you've been looking at him for far too long anyways.

"I'm going to regret this later." He said quietly, and before you could even question what he meant by that, he was sliding his mask down his face and pulling you closer by the waist. Wait... what?!

You had no time to think about what was happening because before you knew it, his lips gently pressed against yours. You made a noise of surprise, slightly muffled by his lips.

He pulled away far too soon, making you whine lowly. He looked away.

"I'm sorry. I usually think things through well, but I-"

"I liked it!!! I liked it a lot!!" That was the only thing you could say right now, still in a state of shock. But he hated you?! What in the world...

He simply hummed in response. He himself doesn't know what came over him there. He's always been distant towards you since you made him feel something weird, something new. He felt a little too safe and comfortable around you, despite you becoming the manager only a few short months ago.

And it bothered him to no end, considering his cautious nature. Up until now, ignoring it was the best route. But being trapped in a room with you for god knows how long made something snap within him.

It made the feelings he tried to desperately supress bubble up.

And you took it... well. Almost as if you felt the same way.

"Oh my god..." you groaned into your hands, feeling very overwhelmed with emotions yourself. And you're going to be trapped in a room with him... for how much longer?

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[creative-crybaby]

Fly on the Wall

PAIRING: yan!timeskip!Sakusa Kiyoomi x fem!reader

GENRE: smut | dark content (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: yandere themes, noncon, stalking, somnophilia, semi-public masturbation (m), nipple play, fingering (with leather gloves), dacryphilia, cum eating, creampie, size kink, breaking and entering, panty stealing, basically Sakusa is a perv

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 8.7k

SUMMARY: The new Black Jackal’s manager catches Sakusa’s eye. Unfortunately, whatever distance, physical or otherwise, is between you two, is too far for his liking. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Not meant to be a Christmas gift, but my timing does wonders, I guess :/

© creative-crybaby, do not repost or modify

The Black Jackals getting a manager didn’t excite him the way it did his teammates. The idea itself didn’t bring him dread, of course, but the knowledge that certain players may get distracted–or worse: rowdier–brought more stress to him than he’d appreciate. 

Bokuto and Hinata were already babbling on to each other about what you might be like, reminiscing their high school days when they both had two managers on their respective teams. Atsumu joined in, whining that Inarizaki wasn’t as lucky to have a girl manager, let alone two attractive ones. He also bet that you’d be cute—Sakusa could only roll his eyes at the exchange.

You carried yourself with a grace often unfound in volleyball when meeting the team, offering a polite smile as you introduced yourself. Even when bombarded with questions from the boisterous ones (you know the ones), you didn’t falter, even assuring Meian that you didn’t mind the energy: “It’s nice to know I’ll be supporting a passionate team.”

Pretty, Sakusa thinks. You didn’t blow him away, but it was enough for him to acknowledge upon first laying eyes on you. Even he found himself momentarily frozen when you two made brief eye contact. 

Regardless, you’re not here for a modelling contract; you’re here to help the team grow to its full potential. The wing spiker may not be praying for your downfall, but he certainly isn’t going to celebrate your arrival too soon, either. 

Anyone can refill water bottles and hand out clean towels to sweaty giants. The same goes for taking notes on their progress, especially since you should know how volleyball works. From what Sakusa has observed, you do more than well in that department, too, always ready to correct someone’s form or have a report prepared for Meian in no time. You’re organized, punctual; it helps that you also sprinkle in some encouraging words when necessary. (Certain members are more than happy to gain that praise, which means more headaches on the ravenette’s end.)

It doesn’t take long for you to get him to accept you into the team—in his own way. He doesn’t avoid you like the plague, per se; he merely never saw any reason to put in as much effort to get to know you the way someone like Bokuto or Atsumu would. He was just glad to have one more person to give him some proper feedback. 

That distance Sakusa created is seemingly one-sided. There’s no special occasion, either: it was after a practice that partook a few days after a game against the Tachibana Red Falcons. A close match where the Black Jackals managed to pull through, though that wasn’t precisely what consumed the wing spiker’s thoughts at the time. You handed him a neatly folded towel during the athletes’ break, and he nods his thanks. You stay before him, and he peers up at you curiously after wiping his face. Stretching your hand to him, you carry a mini hand sanitizer pack. Nothing special: it’s a standard bottle in a dark red and attachable case. 

“Noticed you weren’t a fan of the gifts from some of your fans and would look grossed out when a kid would touch you,” you explain, offering a small smile. “Hope you don’t already have one of these. This was the only normal-looking one I could find. Wasn’t sure how you’d feel about having a giraffe case dangling from your bag.”

You offer a sheepish laugh that Sakusa would refuse to admit is something he’d want to hear again. Not wanting to leave you hanging any longer than he already has, he takes your gift, eventually muttering his thanks. 

It’s like a boy clinging onto that one compliment he got a few years back because it’s all he received. A rational voice in his head dismisses your observation as something someone on the team probably mentioned to you—maybe Atsumu made a joke about him being a germaphobe, and you took it seriously. 

Still, that’s not a possibility the wing spiker wants to entertain. Not as he goes on with the rest of practice, not when he’s in the changeroom, not when he’s attaching that case to his gym bag, not when he gets home, and certainly not when he goes to bed that night. A small gesture, one probably wouldn’t overthink, lingers in his thoughts until Occasion #2 appears. 

Coming back from an away game is one of the few opportunities the volleyball players get to recharge. After packing everything into the bus, each member sits in their unassigned-assigned seat. Or, at least, most of them would. Some chose to sit wherever it was convenient for them: they wanted to carry on their conversation with one of their teammates or maybe get some shut-eye. Sakusa was the latter, opting for a window seat far away from his boisterous colleagues as possible. Ready to close his eyes, he only got a few seconds of relaxation before he sensed some shifting next to him. With furrowed brows, he opens his eyes, ready to tell Atsumu off (let’s be honest, it’s always Atsumu), only to find you making yourself comfortable in the spot next to his instead. 

You turn to him somewhat sheepishly. “Hope you don’t mind. I wanted to get some rest, and you’re pretty quiet, so I figured having you as my seating buddy was my best shot.”

You don’t say anything afterwards, waiting for him to tell you to leave him alone. To his surprise (and yours, he’s sure), the wing spiker mumbles a stoic “Go ahead,” his eyes trailing towards the window as he readjusts his mask. Even with his gaze no longer on you, he could hear the smile in your voice as you thank him. 

For the next several hours, Sakusa remained awake, thinking about everything and nothing all at once as he’d glance over to your sleeping form every few minutes. Even people like Bokuto and Hinata lost enough energy to fall asleep, but the ravenette didn’t notice. If anything, his entire world dissolved into nothingness as soon as your frame unconsciously leaned on his shoulder. His whole body froze, but surprisingly, not out of disgust. Awkward, perhaps, but he didn’t feel the need to wake you up, let alone push you away. 

His senses heightened. With you so much closer, his eyes scanned every detail your face had to offer, every reaction you had in your sleep, from stirring after hitting a speedbump to sighing whenever Saksua dared to take a breath too deep. Speaking of breathing, even with yours being so shallow, he can hear the steady rhythm loud and clear, despite Bokuto’s snoring somewhere in the distance. Your scent attacked his nose, even with the mask shielding most of his face, and he can at least admit to himself that it was refreshing to smell something that wasn’t a bunch of sweaty athletes. It’s just your head on his shoulder, but the ravenette felt you burning your mark into his skin, one he didn’t ever want to wash off. Every sense except for taste—

A speed bump. The last thought retreated as fast as it invaded. The remaining hour and a half to return home flew by with his guilt as a distraction. Even when Atsumu woke up and teased the wing spiker for trying to get close to you, Sakusa didn’t feel the need to reply. He merely looked down at your still-sleeping form for several seconds more before eventually trying to wake you up. He’d rather he didn’t, but something about others seeing you in such a vulnerable state irked him in a way he can only describe as filthy. No amount of water and hand soap can scrub away that dirt, but as soon as your eyes opened and met his before anyone else’s, that itch got scratched. He didn’t register your profuse apologies until a couple of other teammates decided to join in on the teasing, and suddenly Sakusa found his voice. 

“It’s fine.”

But it wasn’t fine. And it still isn’t. Maybe you forgot about it or saw that moment as a funny story to share over drinks with friends, but it’s different for the wing spiker. He knows it shouldn’t be, yet here he is, replaying every minor interaction between the two of you. There was a reason for him keeping his distance from you when you first started: you both stick to your tasks during practice and games, only interacting when progress and strategy are the focus. Otherwise, the athlete is back in whatever vacant corner he can find, shrinking his almost 6’’4 frame as much as he can in hopes that he can avoid possible interactions. (And if that means he gets to watch you laugh at something Atsumu said or go over strategy with Meian, then those times in his hiding spot have come with new benefits.)

But he’s not in a corner right now: he’s at Onigiri Miya with his team and EJP Raijin, eyes boring into your frame as his cousin says something he doesn’t quite catch. 

The ravenette hums. “What was that?”

“Your new manager’s pretty cute and all,” Komori starts, not too loudly for others to hear, “but if you keep staring at her, you’re going to look like some creep.” Sakusa’s head snaps to the libero, who sheepishly smiles as he scratches the back of his neck. “I mean, I get that you were never all that good with girls, but even you should know this stuff by now.”

The wing spiker scoffs at his cousin’s joke, opting to take a bite out of his onigiri instead of replying. You’re listening to whatever story the blonde Miya twin has to share, laughing whenever the younger one butts in with commentary to embarrass the former. Now you watch in amusement as the two lookalikes bicker, and it makes Sakusa realize something: besides the few moments he recalls oh-so fondly, you don’t interact with each other much outside of volleyball. 

He glides his thumb across the nori on his food in irritation. The moments shared between you rarely involve anything outside of the sport. For someone as observant as him, the ravenette is almost ashamed he let his very few one-on-one memories of you two distract him from such an obvious (and somewhat embarrassing) fact. 

You’ve probably spent more time with a handful of his other teammates. Sakusa recalls Bokuto and Hinata inviting you to a movie marathon at the latter’s place on your day off, though through all that excitement exchanged between them, all he could do was mutter under his breath about them wasting your time. It probably doesn’t matter whether or not you accepted their offer; they still approached you. 

The same goes for whatever Atsumu says to you that makes you two snicker under your breaths. Inside jokes, Sakusa is sure of it, though it doesn’t make him scoff any less. If anything, his mood grew sour with every interaction you had that wasn’t with him. Another fact he wasn’t aware of until the blonde setter asked him if the stick up his ass was bigger than it used to be. (The wing spiker’s response to the harmless joke needn’t be shared.)

“Just talk to her.” Komori’s voice brings Sakusa back to Onigiri Miya. Staring; again. Lovely. The ravenette faces his cheerful cousin once more, who offers a chuckle. “I’ll even play wingman if you want.”

The quieter of the two finishes his onigiri before getting up from his seat. The libero watches as his relative puts his MSBY jersey on before heading for the exit. “I’m good, thank you.”

The ravenette risks a glance your way once he makes it to the door. You don’t meet his gaze, still occupied with the twins. No surprise there, but that doesn’t stop the disappointment plunging into his chest as he exits the shop.

That one-sided has seemingly returned since then, though the roles are reversed. Even with the few moments exchanged between you two, Sakusa struggles to pinpoint when he started to care for your attention in the several months you’ve been part of the team. The days when he felt indifferent involved less overthinking and even lesser restless nights; now, he can’t stop nitpicking at whatever detail catches his eye. You styled your hair differently one day; you’re snacking on cheesecake-flavoured Kitkat because it’s your new favourite snack. These notes follow up with nothing on his end except an extra bullet point in his brain’s buzzing list. 

It’s a winter evening when he adds his first crucial fact: your home address. An abyss swallows the sky at what seems to be only half past five. Not a usual time for practice, though nothing that disrupted Sakusa’s schedule. He’s making his way to his car when he sees you standing aside, eyes glued to your phone. A rare sight, though not an unwelcomed one. 

You’re frowning, the wing spiker notices. He’s approaching you, he notices too little too late. You notice him. 

“Oh, Sakusa!” you smile, pocketing your device. “Good work today.” The ravenette doesn’t need his mask to hide his contentment at your praise, though the pride that swells inside him grows challenging to swallow. “Off home to relax?”

His tongue rests between his teeth as he nods, and you hug your coat tighter to your body. His brain screams to carry on a conversation, no matter how small or meaningless, but his eyes seem to do enough as they rake through the parking lot. He’s looking for your car, he realizes, but has no clue as to what it looks like. 

“Had to bus here,” you explain sheepishly. Sakusa watches you from the corner of his eye, internally sighing in relief at your (alleged) mind-reading powers. “My car needs fixing, and with practice taking place later on in the day, finding a bus worked better.” Your gaze trails to the streets only a few meters away, exhaustion making them droop. “Guess my supposed ride is being held back, huh?”

“Let me take you home.” 

Your head snaps in the wing spiker’s direction, whose eyes slightly widen in shock at his proposition. Now he decides to talk. He digs his nails into the strap of his gym bag, jaw clenching as he tries to appear calm as he awaits your response.

Your brows crease ever so slightly. “I wouldn’t want to cause you any trouble.”

Your voice shrinks at your concern. Sakusa imagines you shrinking under his gaze as well. “You never cause me any trouble.”

Not how he would’ve liked to word it, but it’s too late to take it back. You beam at him, offering your thanks and letting him know you owe him as you step closer to his tall frame. He doesn’t flinch away, instead facing the parking lot once more as he chews on his bottom lip under his mask.

The car ride holds silence throughout the fifteen-to-twenty minutes on his end, with you giving the ravenette directions and discussing the team’s progress. He only offers curt nods and soft hums, not that he minds this time; your sunny tone and presence in such a closed space were more than enough for him. Besides, his brain is occupied with carrying your guidance as you get closer to your destination. Because he’s the driver, and you ought to return home safely. It’s been a long day for both of you: you’re exhausted, and you don’t hide this fact as you slump in the passenger seat and sometimes yawn. 

And when you finally tell Sakusa to pull up into your driveway, he can’t help but scan your home with his eyes, wondering which windows expose which room. He sees one with lavender curtains from the interior, and he’s willing to bet that’s your bedroom. 

You thank him, and the thought evaporates. He’s tongue-tied once more; he nods, unlocking the passenger door. Offering one more smile, you exit the car, and the wing spiker’s eyes bore into your frame as you walk up your porch and enter your home. 

He’s backing out of the driveway when he begins to wonder if there is something different he could have done. The small talk was calming, but he found that he wanted more. 

The drive back consists of Sakusa glancing over at where you sat every chance he got. He swallows harshly, fingers tapping impatiently against the steering wheel at a red light. Even with practice done a while ago, he feels hot. His clothes hug him uncomfortably, and it isn’t until his brain entertains the idea of peering down does he understand why. 

He recognizes this street. The ravenette pulls over to a secluded area, quick to unbuckle his seatbelt before throwing his mask off. His chest heaves as he slowly looks down once more as if the first time was just a trick of the lights. 

He’s hard. Being alone with you for less than half an hour is enough to make him fucking hard.

He’s also alone. For a second, he recalls keeping a pack of tissues in the glove compartment. 

He’s also in his car. His home is not too far from yours, he noticed as you gave him directions. 

You were also in his car. The passenger seat pulls Sakusa’s gaze towards it. He’s leaning into where you sat not long ago, and if he focuses hard enough, he can catch a whiff of your perfume.

His cock stirs in his slacks, and the ravenette climbs over the gear shift before his brain can reason with his body. 

The passenger’s seat is still a bit warm, he notices upon making himself comfortable in his new spot. The wing spiker shakily exhales as he unzips his pants with great haste, shimmying them down to his thighs. His pace doesn’t slow down when he gets to his briefs, either, opting to tuck the waistband between his balls and dick’s base to free his shaft of its confinements. Only then does he pause, breathing still trembling as he tries to calm himself. 

There’s not much time. An empty parking lot when he got there, but it won’t stay that way forever. Sakusa spits into his palm, needing some makeshift lube to start slowly stroking himself. The relief has his eyes fluttering closed and lips parting with a sigh. It isn’t long until he feels some precum sliding down from his slit, and he spreads the stickiness to help with his movements. He takes a deep breath through his nose and again catches your scent. 

What if it was your hand pumping his cock instead? It should be. You’d be smiling as you do so, peering up at the wing spiker through your lashes as you ask him how he likes it. Always there to help during practice; how is this any different? You want what’s best for the team, for him. Anything for him—

Sakusa’s choking on a groan as he paints his hand and the glove compartment a creamy white. He doesn’t open his eyes until his high finally descends him back to earth, where he realizes what he’s done. 

He groans, in both exhaustion and disgust from the mess in his car and thoughts. He was a teenager when he lasted this long, though the quantity of his release takes him by surprise. Has he truly been pent up for too long? Did you do this?

Sakusa’s quick to take out that tissue pack. 

You thank him for the ride home once more the next time you see each other at practice. Other than that, the wing spiker continues to keep his distance. Mainly due to the shame that follows remembering what he’s done after dropping you off, but the one time you two shared eye contact for more than a few seconds when you handed him a towel during a break brought another feeling into the mix: excitement. What for, Sakusa has yet to find out. Or maybe he’s trying to avoid that explanation. Like any minute, you’ll tell him, you know, eyelids heavy as the emphasis tells him more than enough of what you’re talking about. The thought makes his lower stomach churn in an agonizing blender. Then, you’ll pull him into the storage closet, where you’ll—

Say his name. Well, no. Not you. Someone else is saying it. Again and again. 

The ravenette blinks back into the real world, masking his fantasy with a blank slate for a face as he turns to look at whoever could need something from him.

“Oh, so yer awake?” Atsumu. Of course. “Still got some energy in me, and I need t’kill a bit of time. Wanna set fer ya fer a bit.”

The grin the faux blonde offers isn’t reciprocated as Sakusa notices front the corner of his eye some of his teammates entering the changeroom. A part of him wants nothing more than to follow them, the clothes clinging to his body from all the sweat making him internally recoil as he wishes for a shower. He also knows this is an opportunity to improve without you there: as much as he enjoys your presence, you become a distraction as a drawback. 

The wing spiker sighs. “Only for a little bit.”

Atsumu beams at his teammate’s (albeit reluctant) acceptance, already jogging to fetch a ball to begin.

Sakusa finds his focus coming back with every spike he lands on the other side of the court, slowly but surely returning to normal. Another way to release some steam; he tries not to cringe at the memory of the other tactic from the night before. 

The attempt fails as soon as you enter the gym with Meian by your side. The two of you are speaking to each other—about what, the ravenette isn’t sure. He doesn’t get a chance to listen in, anyway.

“Nice kill!” Atsumu chirps, gaining the attention of not just his teammate, but his captain and manager as well. With a final nod, you and Meian go your separate ways; him towards the changeroom and you, the other two athletes. 

“Don’t push yourselves too much, guys,” you chuckle. “You already worked hard during practice. Take the time to relax as well.”

Sakusa can barely give you a nod while the setter grins at you. 

“I’m gonna get cleaned up before we head out, ‘kay?” The wing spiker’s head snaps towards his teammate with a raised brow. Neither you nor the faux-blonde acknowledge his confusion. 

You smile. “Take your time. I’ll just put the net and volleyballs away while you’re at it.”

Atsumu nods before slapping Sakusa’s back and jogging to the changeroom. The ravenette can only look down at a stray ball and pick it up. He remembers enjoying the silence between him and whoever he was with. 

“I’ll help,” he mutters, walking away before he can witness your reaction. It’s ridiculous, like some middle school crush: wanting nothing more than to be close to you, but freezing up as soon as it happens. And he can’t avoid you forever–he doesn’t want to–because you eventually meet him at the ball cart, dropping the armful of volleyballs into it. “What was that with Miya earlier?”

His voice finds itself whenever he’d rather it didn’t. He’s curious, sure, but he didn’t need his tone to give away his distaste. He can only hope you dismiss it as Sakusa being Sakusa and nothing more. 

With the small smile you give him, the ravenette is certain he’s safe. “Oh, ‘Tsumu invited me to check out this restaurant that recently opened with him after practice. Heard they made some of my favourites there, and I wanted to try them ASAP.”

Sakusa pretends that you being on a first-name basis with the setter doesn’t bother him. He doesn’t respond to your explanation and remains silent as he brings the net down with your help. The next time he acknowledges you is before he rushes to the changeroom to shower, ignoring Atsumu as they cross paths.

He’s at the wrong house. 

You’d think one knew the directions to the place they called home, yes? At the very least, have an idea of the area. Yet, it’s only until your driveway makes it to his peripheral vision does the ravenette realize his mistake. And he’s just in time to watch you walk up your porch. 

After another restless night, the wing spiker needed to clear his head. His home brought him no distractions, already too tidy to clean, and his mind continuously drifted away when watching recordings of volleyball matches. With a day to himself, he might as well go around town—there’s a mall not too far from his place, he recalls. It was a better attempt at keeping him occupied, though he couldn’t help it when he passed a perfume shop and wondered what scent was your favourite. Or the neighbouring lingerie store, putting whatever scandalous pieces of lace out on display, giving the athlete’s spiralling mind suggestions on what you would look best in. (White, he concluded before processing.) 

He didn’t want much, nor did he need much. More or less satisfied with his purchases (and dissatisfied with failing distractions), he’s in his car, ready to head back home. 

But he’s not home. Or rather, his house. The latter is a mere building; the former, a sense of comfort. And while there’s guilt bubbling in his chest, witnessing you carry on with your everyday life has him relaxing in his seat.

You were on an errand run, Sakusa observes. Groceries, from what he sees. What would you be making for dinner tonight? He’s too far away to catch what exactly is in your bags. The weather’s fallen to a frigid slumber—stew, perhaps? Or maybe you’ll make some umeboshi—those appeared to be your favourite whenever the team stopped by at Onigiri Miya. He and his teammates have had the opportunity to try some of your cooking firsthand; the ravenette is positive whatever you make will be just as delicious.

Then he remembers yesterday’s interaction, and his grip on the steering wheel tightens. Where did you two go? And when did Atsumu get so comfortable with you to take you out? You seemed content and—

And getting angry during this opportunity won’t do him any good. Surprised, Sakusa manages to calm down a little, opting to distract himself with other scenarios.

What could you two eat together? What would you serve him? He lets his thoughts waltz. The two of you share a meal after a long practice, or maybe you cook together on your day off. He’s seen a few romance movies in his life; he can imagine hugging you from behind as you prepared the food, him nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck as you both talked about whatever was on your mind. The conversation would continue as the two of you ate at the dinner table, his hand itching to find yours across from him. 

And for dessert, he’d have you sitting on the kitchen counter with your legs wide open as he ravaged what’s in between them, your hands clawing at his dark curls as his greed controls his tongue. Or, maybe you’re feeling extra generous and decide to help him relax after a tiring practice, lowering to your knees to take every inch of his—

You’re struggling to open your front door. Too many bags in your hands—the wing spiker has half a mind to get out of the car and help you. As crazy as you drive him, he still has some sense to remind him that whatever excuse he has to be in your neighbourhood won’t be convincing, even from him. And with the evergrowing tightness in his pants, he has another problem he can’t hide. Worse, he doesn’t feel as bad as he used to anymore.

You finally manage to get inside, and the athlete starts the engine to find a secluded area once again.

Sakusa has to refrain from spiking the ball at the faux-blonde’s face in the following practice. A match among teammates, and noticing the setter’s little pep in his step upon entering the gym that morning had the ravenette glaring hard. A part of him was relieved being on Atsumu’s opposing team, doubting he could work alongside him for the day. 

For now, the wing spiker aims his spikes at the older Miya twin. Anyone could view the action as part of his strategy; aiming for the setter to prevent them from setting is an old trick in the book, but still in the book. 

“Damn it, Omi!” Atsumu exclaims in frustration after not properly receiving Sakusa’s spike. “Quit pickin’ on me! Ma arms are gonna fall off!”

A twinge of satisfaction plucks at the ravenette’s chest from the outcry, though he masks it with a huff before walking back to his position. His eyes automatically make their way to your form on a bench, keeping track of the points while scribbling some notes whenever possible. You don’t catch his gaze, seemingly occupied with whatever’s on your clipboard. The lack of attention makes Sakusa frown, as he had hoped you’d see him on his little winning streak. 

It doesn’t stop him. If anything, it adds fuel to the fire, the flicker of pride from before blooming into something dangerous. 

His plan doesn’t change: Atsumu will remain his target until he decides otherwise. The next time he’s given a chance to spike, his eyes make the mistake of gluing themselves to his victim. Barnes quickly steps in front of the faux-blonde’s spot, flinching from the impact but still blocking the ball perfectly. 

It’s just one point, one that he can easily take back. Still, Sakusa can’t help but aim his glare at the setter on the other side of the net, something that doesn’t go unnoticed. A hand lands on the wing spiker’s shoulder, snapping him out of his spiralling daze. 

“Take a seat, Sakusa.” Meian’s expression appears relaxed, though there’s a rough edge to his tone telling him it’s not a suggestion.

The bench you’re sitting on is opposite his team’s side of the court. Had that not been the case, the ravenette would try to take the opportunity to sit with you, even if words wouldn’t be exchanged. Instead, he settles onto a bench too far from you for his liking. Even if he were to try and take a peek at you, players from the other team block you from his vision, what with their constant moving. 

He’s observing their movements; anyone can assume that. Sakusa can no longer remember the time he’d do something like that unless he was watching videos of matches at home. If he’s not keeping the ball in the air on his side of the court, then he’s scavenging for a chance to even be reminded of your existence: you handing the athletes water and towels, the captain calling your name to gain your attention. Anything will do. So no matter the frustration that comes with the package, he’ll find a way to catch you. 

It isn’t until he watches you rise from the bench does Sakusa realize that practice is done for the day. He didn’t notice his teammates walking away from the court and giving him a clearer view of your frame; he was glad he could see you at all. His posture straightens as he watches you approach Atsumu, and his hands ball into fists when you rest your hand on the faux-blonde’s arm. Whatever you two may be discussing, the ravenette can only assume it has to do with his teammate being on the receiving end of his pent-up aggression. 

Your conversation ends short and sweet, with you walking towards the storage closet. Sakusa’s only half-listening to his captain when he asks if everything is okay with him. Meian is offered an unenthusiastic response of “Everything is fine” before the younger athlete stalks away.

You’re struggling to roll out the ball cart from its spot when the wing spiker enters the storage closet. He doesn’t hesitate to approach you from behind and grip the handle about an inch away from your hold. You gasp, jolting back slightly before turning your head to face the brooding ravenette. 

“You startled me, Sakusa,” you sigh, clutching your chest. “Is there something I can help you with?”

Always so eager to please, aren’t you? The wing spiker has to refrain from smirking at the thought. 

Still, he ignores your question. “The wheels on this cart have been acting up lately.” With newfound confidence, he places his free hand on your shoulder to gently pull you out of the way for him to yank the cart. It jerks out of its place with a loud screech, and you wince. “You just need to give it a tug. Until it’s fixed, anyway.”

Sakusa looks down at the cart upon realizing this is probably the most words he’s spoken to you without having you carry the conversation. 

You grip the handle after a few seconds of silence. Your voice, suddenly meek, shakes as you thank him. He’s blocking your way; nothing you need to point out to him, but your silence says plenty. His feet stay planted on the ground, and your loss of confidence makes his cock stir in his pants. 

“You were pretty tough out there earlier,” you point out. The wing spiker knows you purposefully left out who he was giving a hard time. He also knows, based on your concerned tone, that you’re asking him for an explanation. 

You aren’t offered a response. Sakusa only takes his time turning his head to peer at you, the darkness of the storage closet and the way his black curls frame his stoic face giving him an intimidating aura. But what has you subconsciously shrinking into your corner are the onyx caskets for irises boring into your frame, beckoning you to crawl into the empty pools of demise. 

“I have to be if I want to win,” is his response before finally leaving you be, exiting the changeroom with the same intensity you witnessed mere seconds ago.

He’s back: closer. 

Parking his car nearby doesn’t cut it for him anymore. Sakusa doesn’t think it ever did. With the amount of patience lost for every practice with his team, the initial distance was just a formality. 

Now, his car hides nearby as he approaches your home, giving a quick yet thorough peek over his shoulder to make sure he’s in the clear.

It took him the third visit to learn where you hid your spare key, having seen you take it out from under the cushion of a little bench on your porch. And luckily for him, it hasn’t left its spot. 

Even with his morals flying out the window, the wing spiker neatly places his coat, scarf and boots aside after removing them, then ponders over his leather gloves until ultimately deciding to keep them on. He eyes the spare slippers by the entrance before concluding they won’t be necessary (for this visit, anyway).

Based on the house’s layout, it shouldn’t take long for Sakusa to find your bedroom. But it’s not going anywhere, and neither are you. Why not get to know you via your home?

It’s a small house: one story and cozy. The ravenette wonders how you afforded it, even with your salary. With how minimal the style appears, he can only assume most of your income went into the building itself. Would it be too much for him to buy you things for the interior? As a gift, perhaps when the occasion calls for it. 

Then again, is he really in any position to ask himself about doing too much? He almost chuckles at the thought. 

A quick yet thorough tour of your home gives him a more detailed layout, though he’d love to stay longer had he had the time. Or better yet, your company. As satisfied as he was to find your living room and kitchen tidy–and by his standards no less–he’s not done getting to know you. 

People don’t really need an exploration of the bathroom. It’s as clean as any other room, though it’s a cast-aside note when his eyes land on your laundry basket. Half full, too. Squatting closer to the dirty pile, a subtle yet musky scent hits his nose. Sakusa almost groans, cock stirring in his slacks; for such a clean freak, he’s never been more excited.

His eyes scan the basket’s contents, eventually landing on flimsy lace. Part of him wishes he wasn’t sporting gloves for the occasion, but he doesn’t let that stop him as he picks up the article of clothing. Underwear, of course it is, and a flattering magenta nonetheless. You wear this to practice? Or are there other times you put it on? Do you have a matching bra? The wing spiker can’t find anything in the basket, though he’s sure–no, he knows–you’d wear it like it was made for you. 

Are you wearing something similar right now?

The ravenette stands from his position, pocketing the lacy undergarment before exiting the bathroom. Consider it a welcoming gift. 

Again, it doesn’t take long for him to find your room. Being in such an intimate location is a different experience compared to looking in as an outsider. Everything is you: the way you organized your shelves and vanity, the colour palette—your scent is more prominent here. Sakusa doesn’t catch his eyes fluttering shut until he distinctly hears shifting. 

To his right, you lay on your mattress, your sheets messily hanging off parts of your body. You’re barely a silhouette in his eyes; the moonlight stalking past the crack between your curtains is the only thing helping the ravenette navigate your room. Parts of the glow highlight a bit of your face, though a shimmer from the light’s reflection teases his peripheral vision. 

You have a bookcase headboard, and on it lays a necklace in its case. Nothing fancy; a golden heart hanging off a thin chain. It’s more the note next to its box that catches the ravenette’s eye:

Thought this would look good on you ;) Hope you like it!

— Tsumu (your favourite setter <3)

If it weren’t for the fact that you’d notice, Sakusa would crumble that note and follow up with the faux-blonde’s neck. When did you get this? He surely would’ve noticed if you received it during practice. 

There’s a good chance the setter gave it to you before or afterwards. The wing spiker’s aware that the two of you spent time together outside of training, though for it to happen enough times that Atsumu found it appropriate to give you a gift as intimate as a heart-shaped necklace has the ravenette glaring at the piece of jewellery. (As open as his teammate may be, Sakusa doubts he’d buy something like that for someone after a single meet-up.)

He hears a sigh: yours. Your body shifts in its spot again, opting to lay on your back. The wing spiker freezes for the slowest seconds his alarmed brain can count, only to relax once you stay in your new spot.

They say an average of eight spiders crawl into your mouth yearly while you sleep. A myth, of course, but maybe that’s what we tell ourselves to ease the paranoia. Maybe, that’s what he is, Sakusa thinks; a spider. Soundless, observant—he’s certainly made himself at home. 

Maybe not, he reconsiders. Most people would carefully trap the eight-legged creature before bringing it outside. Or kill it; no mercy necessary. You have yet to do either. 

Then again, you aren’t like most people. Not in his eyes, anyway. No, his eyes entertain themselves with your every move, and no matter how deep those holes in the side of your head are, you don’t catch his stare. Whatever he may be, he’s always the perfect distance to observe you.

Sakusa’s brain buzzes mindlessly as his hands draw closer to your form, long fingers pinching the hem of your pyjama shirt before lifting the material. No bra: not a surprising observation, what with your nipples poking at the fabric from the cold. Even with how dark it is, the ravenette salivates from the sight, his cock stirring in his pants. He’s grateful for the lack of witnesses, though it’s still embarrassing to be as affected as he is. You’re not even fully nude. Yet.

He waits for a reaction. Other than you moving in your sleep, the wing spiker receives nothing. He exhales through his nose, never thinking that gaining the knowledge about you being a heavy sleeper early on would be an advantage for him. His fingers twitch before slowly landing on your stomach. Again, no reaction; he then lays his palms to join the digits. With a deep and shaky breath, the ravenette glides his hands up your torso until they reach your breasts. 

They feel perfect in his grasp, even with the thick layer of the leather gloves creating that barrier. Your face scrunches when he gives your mounds a light squeeze, though you remain asleep. As deep of a sleeper as you may be, one wrong move could ruin everything. Sakusa gulps, dragging his middle finger to flick at your nipple. A shaky breath from you is enough for him to shift into a more comfortable position on your bed before he continues his ministrations more confidently. 

He’s careful, he assures; eyes flickering from your chest to your face, reading your expressions to discover what you like and making sure you don’t wake up. All the while, the athlete tries to ignore the tightness of his pants, although watching you squirm beneath him because of his touch makes that a challenge. 

“Hnngh….”

It was barely audible, but enough to make the athlete stop everything. You’re still asleep, of course—he’s almost impressed, a bit jealous, even. Countless nights of insomnia on his side because of his fantasies playing on a loop, but yours give you a good night’s rest.

Regardless, the wing spiker gears to earn another reaction like that. Dipping his toes further into the water, he gets a little rougher, tweaking the sensitive buds between his covered fingers. Your back arches in his hold; more than enough confirmation for him. 

Shifting his position once more, Sakusa wraps his lips around one of your nipples, dragging his tongue against it while groping the other breast. You whimper when he begins sucking: a shallow sound, but it travels down to his crotch. He already has to deal with the embarrassment of finishing early because of you; if he cums in his pants without any stimulation, you’ll surely be the death of him.

He can’t rely on you being a deep sleeper forever: the wing spiker must work quickly. Pulling away from your chest, Sakusa brings his attention to the lower half of your body. His hands glide down to your hips, hooking his index fingers past the elastic waistband. He wonders whether he should take his time removing the article of clothing or pull them down in one motion. You help him make a quick decision when your leg accidentally brushes against his hard-on. And while he refrains from letting out a groan, his hands make fast work of harshly tugging your pants to your knees. 

Silence: not a sound from you, not a breath from him. Your thighs clench momentarily out of reflex once the cool air hits the exposed skin. Not fast enough—Sakusa managed to catch a peek at your drooling cunt. And it isn’t until you finally relax again does he exhale with a light shiver from the sight. 

Now, with a clear view, the athlete reaches for his opportunity by swiping some of your essence and bringing that same finger to your clit. Your hips buck into his touch as he rubs slow but tight circles on the pearl, making his brows furrow in concentration and chest swell with pride. It isn’t long until he adds to his pace and slides a finger from his other hand into your sopping hole. Your thighs clench on impulse, a mewl leaving your throat as the air remains stuck in his. His movements are forced to a halt due to your hold, and it takes several seconds for you to settle. Do you enjoy the sturdy material of leather rubbing against your insides? Maybe you’re unaware of the answer, but God, wouldn’t the ravenette love to know.

Dipping his toes in the water is long out of the discussion; if anything, he’s in too deep, the water rising every second he proceeds. He might as well follow the rest of him down, no? Take that final gulp of air before dipping his head in and letting that frozen abyss swallow him.

Sakusa experimentally wiggles his finger inside you and, after gaining no reaction, slides in another. With how wet you already were, it doesn’t take much effort on his part. You gasp, but your eyes stay closed. Even with his morality slipping away each day he sees you, the wing spiker still finds himself surprised (and grateful) that you can sleep through his actions. He wonders how far he can go. 

The longer and deeper he pumps his digits inside you, the more reactions he earns from you. The squelching noises between your legs also become louder, especially with the leather material of his gloves. He’s no longer worried, just curious about what sounds and expressions he can pull out of you. 

A particular response tells him he’s found your sweet spot. With a drawn-out yet breathless wail, you lift your hips off the mattress once the ravenette prods at a certain part inside you. 

Where there is darkness, there is also light, and that’s exactly what could be said to describe the glimmer in his eyes upon discovering this hidden gem of information. He continues his ministrations, watching in fascination and lust as you grind into his touch. 

Meanwhile, his cock is begging to be released from its restraints, throbbing due to the display. Sakusa was hoping to hold out for a bit longer, mapping out your body in ways he hopes no one else has, but along with any logic and morality, his patience flies out the window. 

You whimper when the athlete slides his fingers out; he almost wants to coo, assure you that he’ll make you feel all better. He can’t, of course, so he opts to taste you, lick his digits clean of your slick. He’s certain he almost cums on the spot, your sweetness consuming his tastebuds (as well as a hint of bitter leather) and leaving its mark in his memories. The wing spiker’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he tries to refrain from groaning. 

When his gaze returns to your form, he’s swift with your pants, further sliding them down before doing the same to himself. Having his cock out of its confinements already does plenty for him, but not enough. Sakusa recalls how your cunt squeezed his fingers, practically sucking them in. You were warm, dripping, even with his gloves in the way. And with how eager he is to have you make a mess on his dick, he knows he’s no longer the same person he was before meeting you.

The athlete taps the tip of his cock against your clit a few times, just to watch you squirm, before sliding into your entrance. Only a few inches in, and he already has to dig his teeth into his bottom lip. None of this was a part of his plan—he’s not even sure he had one in the first place; he just needed to see you, feel your presence in some way, shape or form. And the latter is more than he could ever ask for, your insides hugging him just as tight as they did his fingers. The lack of a barrier is the icing on the cake. 

He’s bottomed out before he knows it, and Sakusa doesn’t know where to look: your face contorting from being filled to the brim or your cunt stretching open to accommodate his size. Either one intensifies the swirling of his lower stomach. All he can do for now is play with your clit until you appear to feel better. (And if that means you clench harder around him, then so be it. He’s come this far as is.)

After a few minutes, the wing spiker reels his hips back with a deep breath. His thrusts are gentle, as much of a challenge as it may be to hold back. He bites his bottom lip as he feels you hug every inch of his cock, threatening to milk him for all he’s worth when he’s barely begun. You’re so much better than his hand; no fantasy can compare. 

A few strokes in, and Sakusa’s restraint is thinning. Every time, he thrusts in a bit deeper, a bit faster, a bit harder. You’re quietly moaning between pants, your face twisting from a pained expression to one much lewder. Pretty lips parted with brows both furrowed and raised, you have the ravenette throwing his head back with a silent groan. 

Unfortunately for him, that’s when he catches sight of that damn necklace again. His grip on the sheets next to your head tightens, his thrusts sloppy as his mind races. What made Atsumu think he had the right? Does he think a necklace is all it’ll take to get you? Sakusa drops his head to glare daggers as you continue to mewl and whimper. What do you think is happening right now? Who are you thinking about right now? 

His mind keeps reeling, and the wing spiker fails to notice how he’s taking out his aggression in his thrusts.

Your whimpers grow to pathetic cries, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, and his hold on your sheets move to your wrists on instinct. With the mental spiral and physical force, the ravenette fails to notice your eyes shoot open.

Then, you gasp. “Sakusa!”

He hears the fear in your voice, no doubt. Yet, in a situation like this, with you beneath him, tears streaming down your cheeks as your sobbing and panting mix together, he can’t help but create a more beautiful scenario. You’re begging for him, his cock, needing him to fuck you stupid and fill you up to the brim, the pleasure so overwhelming that your nails are digging into his back, only his shirt shielding his skin from the potential marks. 

The athlete doesn’t think; he slams his lips against yours, his tongue quick to explore your mouth as his release hangs on to the edge. And when your pussy flutters around his dick, creams around it, it’s the push he needs. Hot spurts of cum paint your insides white as Sakusa kisses you harder, his hips stilling. Even as he groans against your mouth, he can hear your choked moans, and he never wants any of this to end. 

But that’s not how it works. Eventually, you both come down from your highs, his cock going soft and out of cum to give you. The wing spiker doesn’t pull out, but it doesn’t stop the white liquid from trying to seep out. It makes him shiver, slowly ending your kiss for you both to catch some air. The string of saliva connected to your lips that follows him as he sits up distracts him; something else to bind you two together. It’s messy, so so so messy. 

He loves it. 

You’re both breathing hard for the next several seconds, your terrified expression not faltering as your body trembles lightly. 

“Wha—How?” you gasp, sob, you’re not sure, and neither is he. He’s only half-listening, still floating on that release and too far away. “Sakusa, how did you get in?”

There they are again: those eyes. Empty pools, yet always full of judgement. Like you’re the crazy one. Tracing the river streams down your face and clumps of shields for lashes, they seemingly do more talking than his mouth. 

Then, Sakusa reaches a hand out to cup your cheek. You flinch, but it doesn’t stop him from wiping a stray tear. Even with your helpless sounds quieting down, the silence isn’t any less deafening. And when his voice, smooth and deep and a little too nonchalant, invades the room, you shiver.

“I was always here.”

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[miyasins]

bokuto kōtarō absolutely loves waking up to you by his side and he never fails to show you how. he’ll always have you in a mating press every morning before he’s off for practice despite sleep still lingering on you both. lazily swivelling his hips as he drags is thick cock deeper in your drooling little pussy, messily sharing kisses while both your eyes are closed, only soft pants and moans echoing your shared bedroom before you’re creaming around his dick and he’s filling you up. and by then bokuto would be fully awake and might be a little cuddly after your first round of orgasms, has flipped you both with you propped on top of him with his length still inside your pussy. he’d run his fingertips up and down your back, relishing the way you shiver from his touch and press your body against his, acting so whiny and needy, whimpering a “more, daddy, fill me up moreee” while you’re clenching on his hardening cock. and yeah he’ll be late for practice again, and yes meian will have his head on a platter for being so 3 days in a row, yet he can’t help but indulge you every time, even though he’d already be rutting into you before you’re even begging for him.

[shoyosthighs]

1 Month Challenge

Hinata Shoyo X f!reader (SMUT 🔞)

Sum: A challenge came up by Hinata before he leave for a month of intensive volleyball training 🤭 (timeskip MSBY Hinata)

Warnings: +18 MDI, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral receiving (both ways), hard edging, dirty talk, daddy shoyo, 69, hard orgasm deny, creampie, basically really filthy smut

Word count: 2504 words

Author’s Note: Its been 8 years since I last written smut HAHA please spare me 😭 Im loving timeskip buff hinata currently and this plot is something similar I saw on p*rn so I decided to write it 🤭

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“Sho! Have you packed all your stuff?” You shouted from the kitchen from you and Hinata’s apartment. Preparing breakfast for him before he leaves for his intensive training in Brazil with the MSBY team in an hour.

“Yes baby” Hinata whispered in your ears from behind while snaking his arms to your waist and pressing you to his chest. “Can you pass me the soy-sauce, I made your favorite” you kiss him on the cheek while preparing his favorite Japanese rice with raw egg and soy-sauce.

“What did I do to deserve you baby” he wipe his fake tear smiling at you while passing you the soy-sauce.

“Baby girl, remember to take care of yourself okay? I will be back in a month. I know your college exams are coming soon but without me reminding you to eat you wouldn’t eat, so please remember to eat okay?” You nodded while pouting, didn’t really want him to leave.

“I will tell Yams to check up on you too” he side-eye you, knowing you will forget to take care of yourself once you indulge yourself into studying. “You’re so nagging haha” you pass him a cup of ice chocolate while ruffling his hair.

“Anyway baby, before I leave let’s come up with a challenge?” he asked while helping you wash the dishes and drying it. He pulled you to the couch and sat down while pulling you onto his lap, straddling him.

“What’s up your sleeve again?” You run your hands cupping his head from behind and play with his fluffy orange hair. “You see, I will be gone for a month and we won’t get to fuck” he said in a teasing voice. Knowing him, your high sex drive boyfriend for 2 years he will be having this dirty thoughts 24/7.

“And yeah what about it?” You rest your cheek on his chest and hug his waist instead. “Don’t touch yourself for a month, and when I come back I will breed you till morning” he smirk at you. “Hey not fair, what about you?” Knowing his horny ass he will probably run to the bathroom to finish himself off, “Both of us, it’s a challenge for both of us”

“I am up for it, but can you?” You tease him back. “You bet” he kiss you on the lips while carrying you into your shared bedroom, breeding you for the last time before he leaves for training.

It was already the 3rd week since Hinata has gone for his intensive training in Brazil, he had been sending you photos of himself shirtless almost everyday, but a prominent outline of his hard dick is seen on this jersey pants in every picture.

my ninja sho❤️: Im sooo horny baby🙁 i wanna ruin you so bad 😘

you: shoyo… HAHAHAHAA just how hard are you 🤣🤣🤣

my ninja sho❤️: Just you wait, 1 more week and you won’t be able to walk after im done with you 🙃

you: 🤭🤭🤭🤭

Truth to be told, you was so close to touching yourself and relieving yourself, but you really wanted to see how long can you hold onto it. You busied yourself with studying, playing the new game you downloaded, eating lunch and having tea time with Yamaguchi in the cafe that you, Hinata, Yamaguchi and Tsukishima like to hang out in your free time. Yachi and Kageyama joined sometime too but Yachi has moved to Osaka for college and Kageyama was busy with travelling because of his volleyball career.

“So how are you coping without Shoyo?” Yamaguchi stop scrolling his phone, looked at you while sipping his frappe. “What do you mean?” You acted blur, you know what Yamaguchi was implying. But you didn’t want to remember anything of Hinata that will get you riled up.

“Oh come on, you two are the second horniest couple I have know. Well Tsukki and (tsukki’s gf name) being the first” he laughed since all of you had been friends since high school years.

“Not saying anything~~~~ don’t ask anymore before I tell your girlfriend you wanna get it” you smiled not hiding the intention of killing. “Jeez ok ok im kidding” he laughed while seeing his girlfriend of 4 years outside the cafe. You and Yamaguchi then meet her outside and walked home for a movie night.

Hinata had just landed into Japan, after getting into the van with the team he texted you to let you know that he will be home in 2 hours. You were eating dinner when your phone pinged, you replied him with a ‘Okie hurry up 😭’ you had missed him, 1 month without hugs from him was quite depressing for you, the house seems quiet without him singing loudly while showering.

You had brought a white crotchless underwear to surprise him, you quickly showered, change into an oversized white t-shirt and slip on the lewd panties. You turned on the tv while watching the 7pm show that you had been chasing since last week.

Time passed by quickly but you were getting sleepy, so you grab your blanket and wrap yourself on the couch snoozing off for a bit, thinking to have a 10 minutes nap before Hinata comes home. But your snooze was interrupted by Hinata’s loud “MY LITTLE BABY!!! YOUR FAVORITE ABS IS HOME!!!”

You jolted awake and rush to jump onto on Hinata, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. Luckily your shirt was long to cover your ass because Hinata’s quick reflex supported them before you could fall. “I miss you so much baby” you whispered lightly while peppering kisses around his neck.

“I miss you so much too” he put you down on the floor and wrap his arms around your waist and kisses your forehead, nose and lips. After the small reunion, Hinata was in the shower and you were on the bed thinking about the steamy night that was about to happen. Just before Hinata went to shower he whispered “Prepare to be ruin by my cock tonight my little slut” this little cheeky tangerine, you thought as you clenched your pussy getting excited.

Hinata’s hands were running up and down your body as soon as he came out of the bathroom naked, “What? Im gonna fuck you anyway, why bother wearing clothes hehe” he chuckled when you glance at him in disbelief. He was kissing you slipping his tongue in to taste you while pulling off your t-shirt, he knew you didn’t wore any bra so he when straight at sucking your nipple while toying the other, his other hand going straight down south, wanting to feel how wet you are outside your panties but was caught by surprise when he touched skin.

“Do you like my surprise?” you said softly to his ear. He glanced up at you, “You are driving me crazy holyshit” he pushed you down onto your shared bed, brought both your legs up and spread your thighs wide to look at his surprise. “You are so fucking wet, you’re literally drenched” he move down collected some of your arousal and show it to you, “Sho, stop it. It’s embarrassing” you cover your face with both hand. Who knew not touching yourself and not cumming for 1 month made you this wet just by kissing your boyfriend.

“If you don’t move your hands away now, you won’t be getting any dick tonight” he said sternly. You were quick to remove your hand and he chuckled at how desperate you are. “You better not hold back your moans if you want to get fucked tonight you little slut” he turned your hip sideways, slip your panties off and slapped your ass, you moaned feeling yourself clenched again. “Do you hear me?” Hinata slapped your ass again when you didn’t answer, “Yes daddy” you whimpered, feeling extremely horny by how Hinata is treating you. Its really been awhile.

Hinata placed you back on your back and spread your legs again, hands holding onto the back of your thighs and diving into your drenched pussy, “Oh fuck daddy it feels so good” you clench your fist onto the bedsheets, back arching. You had been eating pineapple for the past 3weeks in prepare for today, “Why do you taste sweeter than usual baby? Did you had pineapple or what?” He lifted his head up to look at you, man the sight of him wet chin, wet lips full of your juice. You just nodded and clenched your pussy feeling the lost of touch, Hinata look down and the sight of your cunt clenched while juices dripping down made him want to just take you right here right now, but he steadied himself and dive back down to your pussy slipping his tongue into your tight pussy, tasting everything you have to offer.

Not even a minute had pass but you were writhing under Hinata, “Im gonna cum daddy” you whimpered, arching your back and grinding your hips into Hinata’s face desperate for the first orgasm after a month. You almost screamed when Hinata lift his face off your wet aching pussy, “Tonight you are gonna cum on my cock and only my cock” you whimpered a small yes daddy, panicking a little. When Hinata is serious he won’t hesitate to deny you orgasm and you wouldn’t want that.

“Now come and suck daddy off before I fuck your brains out” he lay next to you and you didn’t hesitate to take his already hard cock around your hand slipping the head to your parted lips, Hinata glances sideways to see you still dripping from your pussy, he tapped your ass and you turn back to look at him, lips still on his cock. “Sit on my face” knowing he loves 69 you quickly lift one of your legs and drape it over his head. Shifting your drenched slick infront of his face you move your mouth down to take Hinata’s warm cock into your mouth, “Oh fuck, your mouth feel so good” at this point Hinata wants to see how long he and you could stand denying orgasms before snapping.

You were a hot mess above Hinata, he had denied your orgasm 5 times while you had denied him 3 because you took slower stroke to work him up. Your pussy is literally drenched and sticky, you really couldn’t take it anymore its starting to hurt and you really need to cum, “Daddy please fuck me I need your cock” you turned behind and look at him. “My favorite” he lift himself up and you got on all fours facing the headboard, back arched with your cheeks squish onto the pillow. “Please daddy i am so wet for you, I had been a good girl, I want your cock please”

Hinata thinking he too couldn’t hold it back anymore line up his cock up your pussy lips rubbing up and down to tease you for a bit, he chuckled when you whimpered another please daddy and slip in all the way. You were so tight despite how wet you was prior to the foreplay and its driving Hinata crazy by how warm and wet you felt. “Holyshit baby you are so tight and warm”

You couldn’t think straight, all you could think was if Hinata were to move a few times you will cum soon. He slowly slip out dragging his thick cock veins around your walls and then slamming it back, “Fuck daddy im gonna cum” he continue to slam his cock into your pussy and then pull out completely and look down at your pussy, you were literally sobbing by now you clenched onto nothing and grind your hips wanting Hinata to just fuck your brains out.

You subconsciously slip your finger between your legs to relieve some tension on your pussy but Hinata hold your fingers by your folds, using his hand he guide it and circle it on your hole, you whimpered at how drenched you were, “Look at you wet and horny for me, since you’re being such a good girl daddy won’t hold back anymore okay” He line his rock hard cock back on your pussy and slip in, “I want you to cum hard on my cock okay” he leaned down and you nodded, preparing for his brutal thrust. At his 5th thrust your pussy had clamp down his cock and had you squirting all over your leg, you didn’t had the chance to tell him you were coming, Hinata had to pull out and watch you squirt all over the bedsheet and thinking how fucking hot you were currently.

“Look at you, so desperate to cum that you squirted all over our bed. What a little slut” he was gripping your ass and had continued his fucking your brains out. Your pussy is clenching onto him for the 4th time cumming hard on his dick and he had emptied 3 load of cum into your womb by then, holding you down while shooting his load into you. He weren’t kidding when he say he wanted to breed you.

Your lower half was sore by midnight, Hinata was now lying down with you on top of him grinding and whimpering at how hard he still is, both of your cum making your lower body full of white stains. “Sho- I-I can’t-t im gonna cum again” you grind harder onto his cock while throwing your head back, “Me too baby” he thrust up and hold your hips making you fall to his chest taking in the loud skin slapping and wet squelching sound you both produced, “Shoyo omg please please please harder im so close” he feel your walls clenching hard on him again and you cum hard onto his cock again for the nth time tonight while he shoot his almost nonexistent cum into you again, he really unloaded everything with nothing left. Soft moans filled the room as you lift yourself off his finally limped dick and plopped yourself beside him catching your breath.

“Stay here while i prepare the bath for you okay” you gave him a tired smile and close your eyes for a bit still feeling your body hot from the activity. Hinata came back and gave you a kiss on your sweaty forehead and carried you bridal style to the bathtub filled with warm water with your favorite bath bomb scent.

(EXTRAS)

Hinata was at the MSBY locker room the next afternoon for their short meeting/training regarding an upcoming match. He was shirtless was trying to put on his training jersey when Atsumu gasped, “HOLYSHIT SHOYO WHAT HAPPEN TO YOUR BACK?” All he could do was smile sheepishly and said “My little cat scratch me”

You weren’t spare either, you had to call Yamaguchi telling him you were sick the next morning because of how sore you were and you were literally limping even going to the bathroom. And had to cover the hickeys around your neck before going to school.

(A/N:It’s literally almost 4am here and Im also drenched after writing this fic, I HOPE YOU ENJOY 😭😭😭 reblog and comments welcomed ❤️)

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genre: fluff hcs

boyfriend!atsumu who always makes you try the new video games he brought. Mainly to watch you lose and to fuel his ego but also to watch you get invested into the game no matter how good (or bad) you are at it. He always laughs when he comes over only to see you playing the game so that you can beat him

boyfriend!atsumu who secretly loves listening to classical music. Once you find out and he notices that you don’t judge him, he sends every new piece he finds to you. He loves that you give it a try. It’s mainly because of the huge grin on his face but he doesn’t need to know, he’s happy you’re doing the things he likes

boyfriend!atsumu who treats you to samu’s onigiri. He always makes sure to get you some if he ever visits his twin.

boyfriend!atsumu whose always so focused in his games, yet searches for a particular set of eyes in the stands after every point he scores. Your smile is all he needs to be motivated and mouths an ‘i love you’ or screams ‘this one’s for you’ almost every time. That’s the shot he never fails to score a point with.

boyfriend!atsumu who gets a little too angry sometimes but always sets his ego aside and apologises. He hates to make you cry. If he does, he makes sure to apologise at least a thousand times and kisses you like there’s no tomorrow. You’re his everything, there’s no way he’s disappointing you like that ever again.

boyfriend!atsumu who only cries when he’s with you. He hates to in the first place, but is comfortable enough to show you this side of him. The one that’s vulnerable and soft. He holds you tight, never wanting to lose you. Your words of assurance are all he needs to get back up on his feet again.

[watevermelon]

✧ MSBY Soulmate!Atsumu x Reader

➳ Summary: You knew all about his personality, whether through the rumor vine or the numerous warnings your friends gave you. But there was no avoiding it - he was your soulmate after all.

➳ fluff; mutual pining; small jealousy; slight angst with a happy ending ➳ Navigation

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When he first met you, Atsumu hadn’t wanted to hear it.

This was in the prime of his life, being scouted for a Division 1 volleyball team was his life-goal and the only thing standing in his way was the upcoming Olympics. Which, of course, he was rumored to be included on as well.

Even back in high school, there were tons of fans and girls alike who would willingly fall to his feet. Regardless of his reputation, they were eager to share a single night despite knowing it would probably be their last. And Atsumu reveled in the excitement of the attention, feeding off the cheers and shallow admiration many threw at him both on the court and in the bedroom.

Atsumu didn’t want a soulmate, someone whom he was shackled to for the rest of his life.

No, initially he didn’t want you.

As for you, the feeling was mutual to a degree. Soulmates were a touchy topic for many, conversations about colors and contrast was something you could not personally relate to. The moment you met your soulmate, it was described to you as suddenly bathing your entire life in color.

A part of you was curious about your soulmate, where he was in the world, what was he doing and who he was with. But never had you centered your life around it, more like a passive curiosity that you hoped would one day be satiated.

You were a student of Inarizaki during its prime, the members of the volleyball team very popular among the student body. You had made acquaintances with Osamu and Suna through one or two classes, but never were you particularly close to them.

Your close friends often warned you about the leader of their trio anyway - Atsumu Miya and his drove of fuckboy energy. 

There was no doubt that the twin had multiple fan-clubs and obsessive flings surrounding him. You remembered once feeling sympathetic for his soulmate - thinking about how hard it would be to get him to saddle down to a single person. Especially, with the way he lived his life, it seemed the setter could care less about the concept of soulmates to begin with.

No, Atsumu would be a terrible soulmate for whoever was unfortunately linked to him by the red string of fate.

And while he was admittedly very handsome, you did not particularly care about the setter to actively reach out to him.

Besides, it was not like he even knew who you were to begin with.

The years went by and any thoughts you had about the setter were filed away in the quiet recesses of your mind, only appearing once in a while when Miya  Atsumu showed up on some article or newspaper cover for something regarding volleyball. You were silently proud of his accomplishments and representing your school and perfecture, achieving his dream and all, but hadn’t particularly cared about him in the first place.

That was all until one day, you walked into Onigiri Miya years later.

Even though Osamu was the quieter twin, he either had a good memory or was oddly sentimental, since he remembered your name immediately when you took a seat at the bar.

“I see the years have treated ya well.” Osamu started casually, almost making you blush at how the twin could say something like that as if totally normal between old friends. “How’ve ya been doin’?”

“I’ve been working in the city, just something temporary while I finish grad school.”

“Ah, you’ve always been smart.” He complimented.

“Nothing compared to you though.” You countered, “You look really happy doing this. And you have a few branches opening, I heard.”

“Keepin’ tabs on me?” He baited.

“Just like hearing about the success of our classmates.” You shrugged.

You were sure Osamu had something sassy to say back to you before he got called away by another customer. He motioned for you to stay as he walked to the other side. 

Your eyes followed him for a few seconds, watching how despite working around food constantly, he still had an athletic build after all these years. 

(Really, the dude was built like a dorito chip.)

And while you would have liked to stay and flirt with the pretty onigiri twin, a similar voice started from the door. A light chime signaling the front door opening, you heard a greeting toward Osamu, making you turn in your seat in interest.

Only to double-over in surprise as your world was suddenly too bright.

You had no time, not even seconds to get your bearings. Your life of white and black tones was suddenly full - the table covers were black and red, the plants at the windowsill were green with different arrangements of orange. You took in your surroundings quickly, soaking up colors for the first time in your life.

It seemed the other man was just as surprised, cursing as he went before you lifted your eyes simultaneously to look each other in the eyes once more.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Atsumu asked under his breath, but you heard it all the same.

What on earth could you possibly say to that?

Within seconds, the situation was whirling around in your brain that this was possibly the worst possible moment of your life.

You were soulmates that didn’t want each other - for opposite reasons, surely. You did not want to be with Atsumu since he was too much of a player to take the concept seriously and attempting anything with him would only result in heartache. And Atsumu didn’t want you because he surely had an endless amount of women he would rather be with.

“That’s what a girl wants to hear.” You countered as you crossed your arms.

You hadn't expected your first meeting with your soulmate to be met with expletives and it seemed Atsumu finally remembered a semblance of his manners.

“Sorry, ya caught me off-guard.” He started, “Now ain’t the greatest time for me.”

“Oh boy.” You murmured as you turned back in your seat at the bar, Atsumu taking the open one next to you.

“Wait, (L/N)? From Inarizaki?” Atsumu asked after he motioned toward Osamu in greeting.

“That’s me.” You formally introduced yourself, extending a hand out to him. He regarded you quietly before taking his phone out for you to take and put your number in.

“I knew it, I don’t forget a pretty face like yers after all.” Atsumu smoothly said. This was your soulmate and all you felt in response was resentment, thinking about all the women he probably used that line with. You handed him back his phone as he continued, “Wow, look at ya all grown up.”

“And look at you, a professional volleyball player.”

Atsumu looked at you with a critical eye, not one that you could really decipher, but it was clear he was looking at you very thoroughly. “Been to one’ve my games before?”

“Only a few times in high school.” You replied, facing his stare head-on as his smirk only widened. You weren’t sure what this was, but with a player like Atsumu, you were sure he was already sizing you up in a way you didn’t want.

Something told you that if you looked away, you would lose.

And so you held your ground, matching his intense stare as your onigiri meal waited for you at the bar-side.

Thankfully, his name was called out by his twin and Atsumu’s attention was grabbed away before you could break. 

“I didn’t know ya knew each other?” Osamu started as he returned, a glass in hand as he wiped it dry with a towel.

“We don’t.” You said instead.

Atsumu’s smirk tightened as he answered, “Just found out we’re soulmates, actually.”

Osamu put the glass down and turned to you, “'Tsumu fucking with me?”

“Unfortunately, no.” You answered.

“Unfortunately?” Atsumu emphasized as he turned to you more fully, the infuriating smirk still on his face for some reason, “I’ll have ya know that Imma great catch.”

“Debatable.” Osamu countered.

You laughed at his quip before looking at Atsumu, “Yeah, but I’m sure you don’t even want to be ‘caught,’ right?” You shot-back at the setter, “Unless you’re going to try to convince me that you still don’t want to entertain the droves of women at your feet?”

“Think ya have me all figured out?” Atsumu asked as he leaned closer to you, a quirked brow on his face. You looked toward Osamu who looked strangely amused, eyes going between you and Atsumu.

“I think I know enough to know why ‘now ain’t the greatest time’ for you.” You replied sassily as you shot back his first words to you, pushing at his chest to give back your personal space.

Atsumu just took your hand and put it in his own, calling your bluff. “Oh? Like how my time and attention are on Olympics while I’d rather treat my baby properly?”

“Oh god.” You said as you laughed.

You laughed.

To his face?

All the setter could think about was how interesting you were.

He had expected his soulmate to ‘fall at his feet’ as many had in the past. To cling to him for attention and to demand an exclusive shackle to them. But here you were: beautiful and independent and even physically pushing him away.

You grabbed your hand out of his light embrace and turned back to your food, smiling at what you thought was just another line he would feed to his other one-night stands. Atsumu bit his lip in frustration and looked briefly at Osamu, who was watching the two of you like his own personal source of humor.

If you were any other girl, Atsumu would wave you off. Say that he didn’t have time for one girl who didn’t care, he had dozens who would willingly take the spot instead. 

But you weren’t just any other girl, you were his soulmate.

And he could already feel the strange draw towards you.

Not even a few months ago he would scoff at the supposed soulmate bond. All the other members of the Black Jackals had found their other half and what they ranted on and on about made him sick. Bokuto somehow found a way to insert something about Akaashi at almost every conversation and Atsumu would constantly catch Hinata, even during midgame, staring at Kageyama.

They sickened him.

And yet somehow he now understood.

Seeing his soulmate before him, you were one of the first few people in a while that he felt like he had to prove himself to. There was probably an endless amount of expectation against him, he was sure. Being old classmates and seeing his name on a tabloid almost every other month would definitely do that.

And somehow only minutes into speaking to his soulmate, Atsumu wanted something different.

“I could always prove it to ya.” He shot toward you, making you laugh again. 

Alright, this shit ain’t gonna cut it.

Atsumu licked at his bottom lip before pulling your bar stool closer to his, relishing in the way your eyes widened in surprise as he did so. “Come on, ya lookin’ at yer soulmate. Just say what we both want and we can leave here together right now.”

You shot him back an incredulous expression, a challenging look in your eye as he put the ball in your court. It was strange to feed off the provocation of someone else; a new type of adrenaline in him as he wanted to get to know you.

“Sorry, but I’d rather not leave with a man who has hickies down his neck from some other woman.”

Atsumu almost felt himself click his tongue in frustration, but you were not exactly wrong. Just a few hours ago he was inside someone he couldn’t even name with a gun to his head, but that was a world before you.

A world before color and the sassy soulmate who seemed to want nothing to do with him. 

And while Atsumu wanted to prod a bit more, or at least get you to concede that he was the greatest option in the world, his phone rang out with Sakusa’s icon flashing on the screen.

Your eyes were drawn to the noise and you commented, “I’m sure you already have plans today anyway.”

Dashing that thought away, he lifted his phone to your eyes and showcased the proof to you. “Think again, my teammate is on the other line ready to chew my ass out.”

“Oh.” That shut you up, before shrugging and turning back to your food, “Well, I’ll see you around Atsumu.”

He leaned toward you, lips dropping beside your ear and lightly stating, “Keep ya schedule open this week.”

You hesitated for a second before saying, “Maybe.”

Atsumu answered the call and started gathering his things, his thoughts only half on Sakusa as the spiker complained about his cleaning habits in the locker room.

“We should probably exchange numbers again.” Osamu took out his phone, motioning it in your direction. 

You took it with a smile, to which Atsumu scowled and made a point of reminding his twin. “Yer better know she’s my soulmate.”

Osamu sighed outwardly and you just laughed adding, “And he’s the better twin afterall.”

Atsumu’s eyes darkened, phone completely forgotten as he took a step toward you, “I’ll remind you later who really is the better twin.”

He made it so easy to tease him, to challenge the world Atsumu built-up around him. You wanted to break it for some reason, to knock him down a peg for being stuck with a player as a soulmate.

And so you shot back, “I’d like to see you try.”

Atsumu smirked as his hand casually grazed up your thigh and squeezed at the skin there. “That’s a promise.”

He shot both of you goodbye’s before returning to his phone call and walking out the door. Atsumu had the last word for now, but you weren’t going to fall to his feet so easily. Turning back to Osamu was no help either, his expression amused as he watched the entire moment play-out.

“An here I was wantin’ to ask ya out.” Osamu stated plainly before shrugging as you sat still in your chair at the irony.

You expected that to be the last you’d see of Atsumu for a while - weeks or months or maybe even years as he entertained the long list of women that would be much easier to maintain than a soulmate.

He called you the next day, inviting you over for dinner and a movie before the weekend started.

You steeled your spine, telling yourself that the gorgeous setter was not going to get to you in a single night. He lived on the better side of Tokyo, just his zip-code alone was a flex of his wallet. And so when you reached his penthouse floor, you took a deep breath in the elevator before you entered his domain.

Again, you expected him to make good on his promise before, to make a move and prove to you that he was a playboy, asshole that you knew from high-school, but instead you had a pleasant first night.

Atsumu Miya entertained you with a home-cooked meal of all things, the two of you sat across from each other at his mahogany dining table.

“Who would’ve thought you would know how to cook well?”

“Ya know who my brother is?” Atsumu joked, “As if 'Samu will me live if I was an ass in the kitchen.”

“Of course, you’re just an ass in other places then.” You shot back, receiving a playful look of offense from the setter, before continuing. “But this tasted amazing, so thank you.”

Atsumu had that smirking expression on his face, like he was carefully watching you, picking you apart in his mind as he thought about the next ten moves in this strange game.

The setter put a hand on your knee under the table and you expected that to be the move, for it to slide up the rest of the way. But instead he tapped the area twice before he stood, grabbing your empty plates and motioning for you to go to the living room. 

“Why dont’cha get comfortable for the movie while I wash these?”

You weren’t disappointed, per se. 

Just surprised, if anything.

And the night continued on just as tamely, playful and even flirty banter between the two of you over the action movie that played out. At one point he draped a casual arm across the back of the couch, resting his hand on your shoulder and pulling you to lean against him.

You had witty banter back and forth and when the movie finally ended, Atsumu commented how it was getting late. Surprised again, you took the out and allowed him to call a car for you. Atsumu walked you down to the street and only when he was opening the door for you, did he lightly pull you at the waist to chastely move your lips together.

Lasting only seconds, he pulled away just as quickly and ushered you into the car and whispered in your ear, “See you soon, (F/N).

Everything you had expected of the playboy you thought you knew was shattered, no sudden move to get you on your back on his bedsheets. Yes, he still said plenty of flirty things to you, but he had yet to actually act on it. Was that simply a bluff before? Or was he playing a longer game to get you off the defensive?

“Yer so cute, (F/N).” Atsumu complimented you once as you lounged on his couch another day, “There are days I can barely keep my hands off ya.”

And before you could recognize how quickly your life was changing, that first initial date snowballed into more dates and somehow you had gotten to the point where you would visit his place fairly often. Whether for dinner or a simple hangout, it seemed Atsumu was keen on inserting himself into your life little by little.

And somewhere along the way, you started to doubt your earlier musings of a fuck boy with no regard for a soulmate. Maybe he had changed from high school? Or maybe, he had changed when he met you?

Or at least, that’s what you wanted to believe.

He had convinced you one night, when you came over for dinner or whatever it must have been, when it started to absolutely downpour outside. He insisted that he did not feel safe sending you home in this weather, to which you countered that you had travelled in worse.

That did little to subdue his worries and instead you found yourself in an oversized jersey getting tucked into his bed that night.

“What’s that face about?” He asked as you laid there together, bed sheets up to your shoulders as he placed an arm beneath your head.

“Nothing, just thinking.”

You thought the first time you’d ever see his bedsheets would be when he was inside of you, not tamely laying beside you and kissing your forehead goodnight. And when he pulled you closer to him, cuddling you to sleep that night, that was one of the safest times you had ever felt.

If this was just a game, if you were just another one of his girls, he would have made a move that night, right?

And so you believed that Atsumu was honestly as earnest in his actions as he said, trying to get to know you for you. Not because you were just another woman to put as a notch on his bedpost, but because he was genuinely interested in you.

That was until you saw the first dating scandal since you had met the setter.

He had plenty of other scandals before this, many women had been attached to his name before, but never had you cared in the past because that was simply his reputation and you barely knew him. But now you had an active role in his life, how could you not know about some woman he was apparently also spending time with?

You did not want to believe some random tabloids over the trust of your soulmate. At least, that was until one day you overheard Atsumu on the phone with his twin.

“Listen, I took out (F/N) that first time cause ya told me to.”

That shit hurted.

The entire foundation of your relationship was based on the fact that his twin pressured him into getting to know you? Did Atsumu even want to get to know you in the first place? Was he really playing with your feelings this whole time?

You turned and went back to his living room, filing this away in your mind as you took a seat. If Atsumu didn’t actually want you in his life, then you would surely give him the space he wanted to begin with.

But you had missed the rest of that phone conversation.

“But I feel like I’ve already fallen for her. I don’t know, she’s different. Ya, ya. I know, I won’t fuck it up this time.”

And so you resolved to put between each other the space he wanted initially.

When you first met, he was pretty vocal about not wanting a soulmate at the time. But he had convinced you along the way, that maybe this was something the both of you wanted.

You were wrong.

Phone calls went ignored and you stopped replying to texts after a few curt replies. You needed distance if you were going to get over Miya Atsumu and his inevitable line of one-night stands.

Your soulmate was supposed to be the one person in the world who completed you, who understood you whole and made you feel loved. And while you were on the precipice of those feelings, it all quickly came crashing down with reality.

Atsumu Miya did not want you.

One night, as you were studying for grad-school, you were working on your part of the group project and were expecting a call any moment now from your other partners. 

When the phone rang out, you picked it up without regard to the name on the screen until it was too late.

“Hey, (F/N)? Haven’t heard from you in a while.” Atsumu’s voice started immediately and it was not like you could hang-up on him now.

“Sorry, I’ve been busy trying to make rent, y’know. Not everyone can be a world-renowned professional athlete.”

There was a small pause on his end before, “... you could always stay with me if you have financial problems.”

What?

Why would he offer that? Just to make you suffer when he brought other women home?

“Don’t say things you’ll regret, haha.” You try to put back that earlier distance, “I’m sure you have a laundry list of girls who are eager to hear back from you after all.”

“What? (F/N), that’s not--”

You cut him off there, “Listen, I’m waiting on a couple people for a school thing. I’ll see you around, Miya-san.”

Miya-san.

Miya-san.

Where had he fucked up?

In the weeks Atsumu had gotten to know you, it was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach that he hadn’t felt for anyone. It was like the unspoken bond crap that Kita had explained to him in high school or that Suna, who recently found his own soulmate, raved about was actually real.

For the first time in his life he wanted to spend time with a woman for longer than a single night. He wanted to bring you home, kiss you good morning, and possibly have a home with both your names on the mailbox.

And while not even a few months ago he would have scoffed at shit like that, Atsumu wanted it and felt that for the first time it was in his grasp.

So where did he go wrong?

The last thing he ever wanted to do was actually make you feel unwanted and he feared that his initial words might have sparked something within you.

It was no surprise when Atsumu showed up at your apartment unannounced the next day.

Not expecting any company, you waltzed over to the door, thinking it might be a package delivery, and opened it in your pajamas.

Atsumu walked right past you and into the living room, words striking with the specificity of a cobra. “Are you just fucking with me?”

You sputtered before closing the door, “What? 

He ran a stressed hand through his hair, but maintained eye-contact with you. “Yer my soulmate and I wanna get to know you. Am I alone in wantin’ this?”

“Shouldn’t I ask that of you?” You shot back, “You made it clear as day that you didn't want me as your soulmate to begin with!”

Atsumu sighed and took a step closer to you, closing the distance to lightly grab at your elbows. “For fucks sake, that was months ago. Don’t tell me that all that time together meant nothin’ to you?”

“Of course it meant something to me!” You exclaimed back, before pushing at his chest while he did not budge a single inch away. “Don’t act like I’m the one half-assed in this.”

He scowled back, “What is that suppos’ed to mean?”

You did not hesitate, "I know you only spent time with me because Osamu told you to.”

Atsumu recoiled in surprise and you took that as your escape, pushing his lingering hands away as you made for the kitchen. But the setter was out of his stupor quickly, trailing behind you.

“Fuck, what did ‘Samu tell you?”

“He didn’t have to tell me anything, I found out the truth myself.”

You could tell Atsumu’s stress level was skyrocketing, from the way his hair was mused without care and angled strangely in certain ways.

“Ya got it all wrong, it was just that first time!” Atsumu replied right behind you.

“What do you mean?”

“‘Samu was the one who told me to call ya the next day, but I was going to eventually ‘cause I wanted to get to know ya myself.”

You slowly took in his words, but it was hard to make any sort of decision with the setter right in front of you. A part of you, one that attributed it to the soulmate bond, was basically begging you to forgive him and wrap yourself in his embrace. That part wanted to feel those muscular arms around you once again, to feel safe in the arms of the one person in the universe meant for you.

But, afraid of getting hurt and without much argue left within you, you tossed back. “Yeah, eventually.”

Atsumu put a strong grip on your waist, holding you there in place before you could run away again.“‘Samu told me to, but I could’ave easily not done nothin’ that first night or any time after.”

You bit your lip at his words, Atsumu was laying all his cards on the table and he wanted a response from you. 

And he wanted it now.

“Please, ya know me better by now.” Atsumu turned you in place to face him, leaning down to whisper his words against your forehead. “I know Imma bad deal - I can’t imagine what ya thought of me back in high school and even earlier this year. I have a bad history and an even worse reputation.”

“But after just a few weeks, I don’t want ya out of my life ever again. Just hearin’ ya call me by my last name yesterday nearly killed me.” Atsumu continued, trailing his lips further down until your foreheads were touching, “Lets give this a try - a real one. Give me the chance to make you happy for the rest of our lives.”

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the insistent inner tug on your heart and how the setter was encompassing all your thoughts. “Atsumu… I--”

“Stop overthinkin’.” He interrupted, “I don’t want to bombard you. But I promise I won’t ever purposely hurt you.”

You took in a harsh breath, wondering how on earth this could be the same Miya Atsumu who plagued your high school. He had changed, not just from then but from the short amount of time you had already shared together. Opening your eyes slowly, Atsumu was still clutching you around the waist, but his eyes were carefully scanning your expression.

“Okay.” 

You replied, leaning into his touch more as the smile on the setter’s face widened.

He did not waste a single moment, leaning down to capture your lips with his. You stood surprised for a second, before pushing up to meet his gentle touches. There was no sudden epiphany, no instant speech of undying love after. But there was no denying the harsh flutter intensifying after every inflamed touch. 

Your heart pounded hard in your chest as you leaned more into the setter, knees going weak as his tongue roamed your open mouth. Your only focus was on how soft he felt against your mouth, how addictive it was to have Atsumu invaded all your senses. From the intense smell of his cologne to the light tickle of his blond hair against your head, Atsumu was dominating your every feeling.

And so it was quite a surprise when Atsumu gave you one final peck, before moving to your forehead and placing a light butterfly kiss there and backing off entirely.

“Fuck, just look at you.” He commented as he leaned back, looking at you up and down. There was no doubt the sight that greeted him, you messy with drool, tousled hair, and rumpled clothing. “Even in your sheep pajamas, it’s hard for me to keep my hands off ya.”

Your blush intensified at his words, putting a playful hand on his chest and muttering a small, “Shut up.”

“Never.” He quipped back, putting another kiss on your forehead before pulling away, only your hands still joined. “Now let’s get your apartment packed.”

“What?” You asked, confused. Your mind was still nothing more than a cup of spilled milk after Atsumu had all but ravaged your senses.

He smiled before pulling you back to your living room. You followed wordlessly, his previous statements slowly pouring into your brain after the intense liplock. It was hard to focus on anything when the attractive setter was making a point to kiss you at an open chance.

“As in packed to move in with me.”

[ichigoromi]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐌𝐞𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐨 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 | 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧

Meian, damn, he is so freaking HOT. MSBY is a team full of hot guys. Sorry for thirsting over them.

AH, this is my first Meian Shugo Headcanon, and he is 12 years older than me👉🏻👈🏻.

DAYUM, okay, don't worry, the y/n is just a few years younger than him, not much of an age gap that will be controversial.

Hope y'all will enjoy this!

Pairing: Meian Shugo x fem reader (she/her)

Genre: Romance, fluff

Enjoy!

Meian Shugo

You and Meian met in college when he was in his junior year, and you were in your freshman year.

He hit you with a volleyball by accident. You suffered a concussion that landed you in the hospital for a few days.

After you got discharged, Meian was at the entrance and offered to take you home.

But you don't even remember who gave you a concussion, and this giant is trying to take you home; who knows what might happen.

So, you ran away, as fast as you can. You got into university with an athletic scholarship on track and field. Running is your expertise.

He was shocked and confused.

Every time you see him and he tries to approach you, you start running.

He tried to approach you for weeks, but you desperately ran away until you got tired and decided to confront him one day.

He explained that he was the one that gave you a concussion and wanted to bring you out for a meal as an apology and won't take no for an answer.

And look where that lead you two now, engaged and bought a house together.

After a day off from work to visit the hospital for a check-up, you decided to head to his workplace and surprise him.

You decided to order a bunch of healthy snacks and drinks for the team and staff team.

When you pull into the parking lot, your phone was bombarded with tons of messages from his teammates sending their thanks, and multiple missed calls from your worried fiance.

You were sick for weeks, and finally, you decided to take a day off to see the doctor.

He was so worried that he almost took the day off, too, but you assured him that it was just some stomach flu.

Jokes on you, it isn't some stomach flu but a freaking growing baby inside you.

Meian still doesn't know that you are here at his workplace and just send some food like you do quite often.

The manager slips you into the gymnasium, where you took your seat beside him.

"Shugo-!" You yelped and pushed the ball away in reflex. He looked horrified and immediately rushed to your side and checked if there are any signs of concussion. You let out a laugh and assure him that you are fine.

It was like Deja Vu.

"Oh my god! I didn't mean to hit the ball in your direction! You sure you're not suffering from a concussion?" He checks your forehead, and you shook your head.

"I am perfectly fine; I've learned to block an incoming ball from a certain someone. " You playfully poke his stomach. He frowned and motioned the team to take a quick break.

The other guys took a quick drink break, and he remembers about your doctor's appointment and asked you about it.

Seeing his worried face, you took his hand and placed it on your tummy.

"Wait? Did you have stomach flu? Are you still having cramps?" Oh my, how innocent could this man get?

"No, babe. I'm pregnant." You tip-toed and whispered in his ears.

Pregnant? He gasped and pulls you into his arms.

"This is not a joke, right? You have a baby growing in you? This is good news!" Now, everyone has heard most of the conversation. His teammates were all coming up to congratulate you two.

It seems like wedding plans have to be set aside for some nursery planning first...

Hehehe, I know it's a short one but yay! I don't know why but Meian, hits differently. I like older guys but not too much of an age gap. For meian, I can make an exception😂😂😂Thank you for reading!

Stay safe and healthy!

With love,

Rosalie🍓

[cloverque]

up on tokio hill (msby bj)

synopsis: your days as japan's top vtuber are over after a spicy scandal. with your contract terminated (and lease expiring), you decide to leave the past behind and relocate to osaka. located in the quiet suburbs of tokio hill, you move into a share house owned by your uncle, under the impression that your fellow tenants are unassuming and withdrawn like you. unbeknownst to you, four famous athletes are living under one roof. and with you in the picture, this makes five.

multi-chapter series ft. msby bj and other hq!! characters (social media + writing)

slice of life, shoujo-genre ish, the boys always get into questionable situations

masterlist.

prologue

ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Breaking Through:

Future Mrs. Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: mild swearing, all fluff

AN: this is an anon request and a sequel to Being Itachiyama’s Manager: Breaking through Sakusa’s Walls. I did change up the request a little from proposing at a game to a more private proposal just because it fit with the scenario a little better 🥰

Well congrats Yn 👏🏻

You’ve made it through your first year as MSBY’s manager

Honestly, your survival wasn’t assured

I mean, just look at the working hazards

*cough* BOKUTO, ATSUMU AND HINATA *cough*

If you don’ constantly hear, “yN i NeEd HeLp” 🙄

But seriously though, acclimating to this team wasn’t your only chore

You were also navigating your relationship with MSBY Spiker, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Now as we all know, you and Sakusa have been dating for quite a while

High school, college and now pro-volleyball

Seriously it’s been almost like 5 years that’s you’ve been hanging onto Sakusa

It hasn’t always been easy

His constant concern for germs and his annoyance of his idiotic teammates were a struggle

You’d gone through some tough times in college and beyond

Dealing with losses of games and a grueling Olympic journey

It was a lot to say the very least but your love and commitment to Kiyoomi held strong 💪🏻

Now Sakusa knew he wasn’t an easy person to deal with

Heck before you came along, Komori was literally the only one who could deal with him

You might have been the opposite of him but you meshed well

You learned to deal with his quirks and his need to cleanliness

He learned to deal with you and your extreme desire to keep Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu alive 🙄

He knew you were the one a long time ago and he loved/adored you more than anything!

He had long been thinking about the next step but he wanted it to be perfect

He knew you deserved the best and he was going to give it to you

He had been saving up for a ring for a while now and he’d managed to keep it all a secret

Until one day when Meian and his girlfriend announced their engagement during practice

He watched as you became so excited for them, giving them hugs and admiring the ring on her finger

“It’s gorgeous!! Shugo you did such a great job!” You cried as you celebrated for your friends and teammates

Sakusa couldn’t help but imagine how excited you would be for your own engagement to him

He loved the idea how you wearing his ring and eventually his last name

And Sakusa wasn’t the only one to notice your excitement 👀

Because Atsumu had seen it as well and being the little shit he is, he most DEFINITELY was going to bring it up

“Sooooo Omi, when are you gonna put a ring on YN’s finger?” Atsumu asked later in the locker room as the team changed

You were happily cleaning up the gym like you did normally, clueless to the entertainment behind closed doors

“Sumu back off! Don’t pressure him,” Barnes scolded as Sakusa tried to ignore Atsumu

Way easier said than done 🙄

“What? I saw how excited Yn looked when she saw that ring! You can tell she’s itching to get engaged. Come on man, it’s been what, like 5 years with her? Don’t you think it’s time to lock her down?”

An audible sigh filled the locker room as everyone tried hard to ignore Atsumu

Again, easier said than done…

“YN doesn’t care about stuff like that! She’s loved Omi and I’m sure she’d be happy if they never got married,” Shion adds as Atsumu shakes his head

“Whatever you guys say but I know women and women want diamonds!”

“Says the man who can’t lock down a girlfriend to save his life,” Meian interjected at the locker room burst into laughter

Sakusa shut his locker, not making a sound as he made his way to the showers

Unbeknownst to the guys, he’d been thinking about asking you and with your anniversary approaching, he thought it would be perfect

Since he didn’t want the stress and potential cover of his operation to be blown, he asked Komori for help

He wanted to make your engagement perfect

He’d come up with the perfect idea and he made the plans to the T

On your anniversary, he texted you saying he got caught up with volleyball stuff and that Komori would drive you too the restaurant

You agreed because you truly believed Kiyoomi was busy

But when Komori pulled up to Itachiyama’s volleyball gym, you looked at him confused

He just shrugged as you narrowed your eyes and got out of the car

You were wearing a beautiful dress, looking like an absolute dream as you walked to the doors

Getting closer, you noticed a picture on the door

It was a team picture from your second year at Itachiyama when you had first met Kiyoomi

You smiled at the picture, remembering how you first grew attracted to the finicky winged spiker

Opening the door, you saw candles, flowers and what looked to be an aisle lined with photographs

You made your way thought the gym, looking at every picture and reliving every memory

They were all pictures come your relationship with Kiyoomi

Your first date, graduation, first apartment, and first day with MSBY

Your eyes began to well with tears as you relived all the memories

Looking over, you saw Kiyoomi standing at the end, looking extremely handsome in a gorgeous suit

“Kiyoomi, this is beautiful!” You cried as he smiled and wiped your tear away

“That’s not all Yn,” he said, getting on one knee as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“YN LN, I’ve known since high school that you were the one for me. You’ve put up with me for years, supported me in everything I do and I couldn’t ask for better life partner. Would you do me the ultimate honor and marry me?” He recited perfectly as you nodded, tears streaming down your eyes as you cried tears of joy

He slipped the beautiful ring on your finger and stood to his full height of 6 FOOT 4 INCHES and kissed you 🥹

Honestly dreams!

You spent the night and weekend celebrating with your new fiancé before venturing back to work Monday morning

Sakusa was actually shocked that you’d somehow managed to keep your engagement a secret

Only your families and of course, Komori knew

But that went all out the window the moment you stepped into the gym

“STEP OUT OF THE WAY LOSERS BECAUSE IM THE FUTURE MRS. KIYOOMI SAKUSA!” You screamed, showing your rock to everyone within your eyesight

Bokuto and Hinata 👉🏻🥹🥹😭😭

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes and Thomas 👉🏻🥳🍾🎉

Atsumu 👉🏻😏

Sakusa 👉🏻 😐🙄

Don’t worry Yn, he’s secretly so happy 🥰

[heyhoneyybunn]

| SOLD TO MSBY |

Relationship: MSBY

Warnings: wattpad writing, the silliest piece of writing I’ll probably ever write (no promises though)

A/n: April fools ig (nothing scary, promise)

(Also if you’re new here, I don’t actually write like this okay😭💀)

The alarm from my phone rings very loudly, jolting me awake. Rubbing my eyes, I sigh, another day of school. Stepping into my floral skirt, I slip into a cute mustard top and my red lumberjack flannel, topping the outfit off with a green woolly winter hat – even though it’s summer and it’ll be hot, I’m just not like other girls. Checking my appearance in the mirror one last time, I nod in approval before slinking down the stairs.

“Okay! I’m heading to school now!” I call out, a slice of raw bread between my lips. It turns mushy in my mouth, so I decide to swallow it like a seagull.

I don’t receive a reply. All he does is stare back at me from his bowl, with the same lifeless eyes. Chad, my dad’s old friend, is a fish. Ever since my dad died, Chad’s been looking after me, but he’s not very nice. From the way he flares his gills when I walk in the room to the absolute silence he subjects me to whenever I try to talk to him, he makes it a sport to make me feel unwelcome.

Before I could even leave the room, the bang of the front door and thud of footsteps ring out. Whirling around, I see a few tall, chunky hunky men fit through the doorway and crowd the kitchen. Their faces are so familiar, oh my gosh, it can’t be!

“What is going on?” I splutter, bits of bread flying everywhere.

Chad lets out a few bubbles and you gasp at the vulgarity of them, in simple he said, “I’ve sold you, to the MSBY black jackals.”

“How could you do this Chad?! I knew we weren’t close, but I always thought you had some sort of soft spot for me!”

The bubbles in the bowl intensify, I can’t help but gulp at the expletives he lets out.

“Don’t speak to her like that again,” said a firm voice from the corner, the stoic man huddled away from the rest, his curly hair brushing against the moles on his forehead. He natural musk smells like disinfectant, that must be Sakusa.

“Yeah, or I’ll drain the water from yer bowl!” The blonde one pipes in. Although grateful for his input, your nose scrunches as his stenchful breath. From his foward nature, I deduce him as Atsumu.

“Let’s calm down everyone,” a bubbly ginger boy slices through the tension with a beaming smile, “She’s ours now.”

“Yeah, let’s just go,” The hunky two toned male booms right in your ear, his body odor even worse than the other guys breath, my eyes water involuntarily. My tearful expression drives him to ask if I’m okay and I tell him I’m just sad about the situation – he believes it.

Turning to Chad absolutely heartbroken, his eyes narrow as I ask, “Is this how you really feel?”

He emits one bubble. And that’s all I really need.

“Fine,” I choke back a sob as the chunky one rests a hand on my shoulder consolingly, “Don’t waste any more tears on him,” he soothes, “You have us now.”

Without a word, they slip you into their limousine before shooting off to their penthouse suite. After a great betrayal from my dad’s dearest friend, I find myself sold to the Black Jackals.

if you read the whole thing, pls forgive me 🙏🏽

[smuttyanimeslut]

Accidentally You PT. 7

Parings: fem!reader x MSBY!Sakusa, fem!reader x MSBY!Hinata

Warnings: cussing, mentions of drinking, y/n is a whore

Description: Y/N didn't mean for these things to happen to her. But they always do. One drunk night make out session and an online friendship could tear a team in two.

Masterlist || Previous Part

Masterlist || Next Part

[kisskeiji]

10. Wandering Romance.

Lost & Found.

WARNINGS: language, descriptions of anxiety.

You never were one to yell, it was unusual for you to burst the way you did at Iwaizumi the day before, the pain in your voice and the angry tears running down your cheeks haunted the trainer the whole ride home. Everyone was used to your calm resolve and monotone voice when you were angry, not even him, after all those years knowing you, was graced with the sight of you and your raw emotions more than once. Did he caused all that or did you became someone he didn’t know anymore?

Your words were like an endless loop in his head as he sat on the dusty couch, his body felt heavy, and he could only stare into space. It took a while for everything to sink in, the damage he did went deeper than he anticipated, it affected him too. And it didn’t matter how many times he tried to get his point across, you were not going to accept his apology, a simple ‘sorry’ wasn’t going to cut it for both of you. Being in each other’s lives would create another cycle of hurt and vengeance. He would be miserable as he watched you build your life with Atsumu, he couldn’t explain the origin of his envy and the ill intentions that bubbled up in the back of his mind.

Your happiness shouldn’t be the reason for his dreariness. He really was fucked up inside, as you said before.

He sighed, basking in the silence of his apartment for a few minutes when the sound of the door opening made him look to his side.

“What are you doing here?” Hanamaki asked, taking off his shoes. “Why are you back so early? I thought you weren’t coming back until next week.”

“Change of plans, I guess.” Iwaizumi said, closing his eyes.

“Are you okay?” His friend inquired, sitting by his side on the couch, he noticed Iwaizumi’s eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Do you want to talk about it?” Iwaizumi looked at the pink-haired man for a second.

“I saw Y/N. I wanted to talk to her and apologize, but I fucked up again.” He ran his hands over his face as the images of your angry face flashed through his memory. “If she didn’t hate me before, I’m sure she does now.” Hanamaki held back a giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, it’s just… You can’t be that dense, dude. I know you, you’re smarter than that.”

“I’m not in the mood for your jokes, Makki, leave me alone.”

“No, no, let’s talk. Because you put us through your lies and their consequences, you hurt us all, caused one of our best friends to avoid us for over a year, you treat us like shit because you are bitter and angry.” Takahiro recounted. “And not happy with making your misery everyone’s problem, you insist on pushing this narrative to redeem your character as if no one knew how badly you fucked up.” He wanted to laugh, out of anger and frustration.

As much as Iwaizumi had fucked up, he was still his friend and seeing him slowly destroy himself hurted Makki just as much. “We told you many times not to bother her, and yet you went out of your way, flew all the way back, leaving your fucking job… just so you can sleep at night?”

“Yes, Makki, that’s exactly what I did. You’re so right, are you a mind reader or something?” Iwaizumi fired back sarcastically.

“Doesn’t take a mind reader to recognize a fucking idiot!”

“I’m done here.” The trainer got up and walked to his room.

“Sure, go hide in your room! See if you can get your head out of your ass while you’re at it.” There was no response after that. They were both done even when their word exchange was short-lived.

Hanamaki was sure he wasn’t the only one deeply hurt and tired of Iwaizumi´s antics. Matsukawa and Oikawa were too, and they didn’t even live in the same city. Truth to be told, he was far more worried about you since Iwaizumi admitted your encounter, of course, you were strong, but by the look of things and his friend’s behavior, you were probably distraught too.

One thing you appreciated about Makki and Mattsun was their bluntness. They always went straight to the point, it took them a while to go back to your old dynamic, but you did nonetheless. He sent you a text after thinking about it for a minute or two.

‘I’m sure you don’t want to talk about it right now, but if you want me to beat him up I can call Mattsun for backup.’

It read. You saw the notification as it lit up your screen and smiled a little. You replied with a quick thank you and left your phone on your nightstand. Surprisingly enough, you felt numb enough not to recall any of the previous events. The only sensation in your body was exhaustion, maybe from all the yelling or for finally getting rid of the weight you carried on your shoulders for almost two years. Maybe both. You took a shower after getting home and went straight to bed for a while to finish the work you brought home since you left early.

Evening turned into night and you forced yourself to have something small to eat even though you weren’t hungry, you knew Atsumu wouldn’t like it if you went to bed with an empty stomach. His voice resonated in your head, berating you for skipping meals. You debated yourself if it was a good idea to tell him about your ‘talk’ with Iwaizumi over the phone or if you should wait until he came back. You didn’t want to throw him off his game by worrying him even more.

‘That’s a problem for future me.’ You thought before turning the lights off so you could sleep.

By morning you felt much better, still tired, but better. Your limbs felt less heavy and your mind wasn’t as foggy, so you went ahead and started with your day as you normally would, you even had breakfast at home instead of the facility’s cafeteria. You were set on having a good day, and nothing was going to ruin it.

But that mindset only lasted for a few minutes, realization sunk in when you parked the car and took off your sunglasses. You sighed, looking at yourself in the rearview, you had enough of that a long time ago, so much had happened since you picked your pieces up, and the ones that were missing were already replaced with new and better ones.

You’d never understand Iwaizumi’s stubbornness to let go, his fixation with the past, and his obsession with fixing the unfixable. Maybe that’s what made you two fall apart, you always had one step into the future while he was stuck three steps in the past, holding grudges. Not a lot has changed since you were with him, and that’s why you were so reluctant to give him the forgiveness he craved so much.

While essentially you were the same person, the lessons you learned in your healing process molded you differently, especially with Atsumu in your life, you learned a very valuable lesson with him. If you can’t see someone in your future, then don’t entertain them in your present, and if someone got stuck in your past, it’s because they weren’t worthy of your future. Of course, he didn’t phrase it like that, it was probably more aggressive, but he got his point across, didn’t he?

The only thing left to do was to move on, hoping it’ll be easier this time.

You walked to your office calmly with your bag hanging under your arm and sunglasses on top of your head.

“Morning, girls.” You said as you entered your section, everyone greeted you back and went back to work. You focused on setting your belongings on your desk to start your day. Going through emails, checking your calendars, and crossing tasks from your ‘to-do list’ as you finished them. About two hours in and a few calls with magazine editors, your body craved some caffeine to keep going.

Yeah, you weren’t so proud of your codependence on caffeine, but your workload required at least two cups of coffee every day. “What happened to our coffee machine?” You asked when you noticed the appliance was missing from the corner you conditioned for your team.

“Inunaki-senshu dared the rookies to steal it.” One of your assistants explained.

“What?” There wasn’t a real explanation for it, the team seniors decided to do an extensive initiation ritual for some reason, it was funny at first, but the ritual was about to hit the month mark, and so far every department in the facility had already suffered from the ravages of the celebration. “Where’s Hideko?” You asked, maybe she could help you out, but apparently she hadn’t arrived yet. You huffed in frustration, taking your radio from your desk to ask if anyone knew where your department’s beloved coffee machine could be. A trail of negative responses made your frustration grow by the second, so you walked out of your office to get it back yourself.

“Inunaki Shion, you have five minutes to give my coffee machine back or I’m posting your birthday pictures on every front page across the country.” You announced through your radio, knowing the trainers and assistants had theirs on them, and that Inunaki had to be near one of them. You clicked the elevator button repeatedly, waiting for the doors to open.

A few staff members replied through their radios, revealing Inunaki’s whereabouts and possible hiding spots. “Here’s another dare for all the rookies, the first one to bring my machine back is not getting their bad shots on the official website.” You threatened as you looked up to see the small screen on top of the elevator signaling there was someone going up to the floor you were currently in. You were really trying to have a good day, but your team wasn’t making it any easier.

“What on earth is going on?” You heard Hideko’s voice from your radio. ‘Finally.’

“They stole my coffee machine and won’t give it back.” You pressed the button on the side of your radio to reply.

“ I’ll be up in a second, but what if I told you I have something better than your coffee machine?”

“Doubt it.” You waited for the particular beep the radio did after every message.

The doors opened but you were still looking up. “What are you looking at?” That voice was familiar, it was the one that wished you good night every day. You immediately looked straight ahead to see your boyfriend standing right in front of you. He dropped his bags before you could say anything, his hands cupped your face gently as he brought you closer to him with a bright smile. “Cat got your tongue?”

“What are you doing here?” You asked, placing your hands on his forearms for stability, he pecked your lips before replying.

“I missed you.”

“But the tournament!”

“I took care of it, don’t worry about it, okay?” He reassured you.

“Miya, you better get your bags before I let go of these doors,” Hideko said, making your boyfriend roll his eyes, you were glad his back was facing her because otherwise, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. He had to let go of you for a second to get his things. “So? Better than your coffee machine, right?” You nodded at her question, smiling. “I’ll go get it back anyway, and I’ll stop that damned initiation Inunaki has going on.”

“Please do before they terrorize the janitors.” You said, making your boss laugh. Once Atsumu finished gathering his things, she got back into the elevator, but with the intention of going down this time. As soon as the door closed, you felt Atsumu’s arms circle around your figure lovingly.

“Let’s go to my office, or do you want to go home first? But you’ll have to stay at my place for a few days, there’s nothing to eat at yours, I had to empty it all out. You should’ve told me, I could’ve at least cleaned a little, it’s probably all dusted.” You were letting all of your thoughts out without noticing. Atsumu kissed your temple and laughed a little. “I’ll give you my keys, so you can go rest at my house.”

“That sounds great, baby, but I was hoping we could talk first, you know?” He said, pulling away and turning you around to look at you. You both knew what he was referring to, but he still tried his best to explain his impromptu arrival. “I came after him, I booked a flight as soon as I could and came straight here to see if you were okay.”

You stared at him, still trying to process what he said. “I’ll tell you all about it, just not here.” He looked around the corridor. Taking his hand on yours, you guided him to your office and closed the door behind you. He settled his bags on the small couch as you sat on your chair, then he walked to your desk. It suddenly felt as if you were being interrogated, concern filled Atsumu’s eyes, the same ones you were trying to avoid as you tried to put into words what happened the day before. He placed his hands on the edge of your desk and leaned a little.

“It’s just me.” Atsumu said, making you look up.

“I know.” You tried to smile. “You go first.” He nodded.

“The night before the opening, he asked me to talk to him and I agreed because I know much this weighs on you even when you don’t say it out loud. I thought that maybe coming to some sort of resolve would help you, but then he started talking, and I swear I never wanted to punch someone so bad in my life.” He said, shaking his head at the memory, you smirked in agreement. “He said a bunch of nonsense, and I had to ground him, I told him he was pathetic and I left.”

“The next morning we were told he had a family emergency and he left. Omi and I thought it was odd so we went to Oikawa. It was great to finally meet him, by the way.” He interrupted himself for a second. “Anyway, he got worried and called Iwaizumi’s mom to see if everything was okay, turns out she was okay and I left right after because I knew he would come after you.” You stared at him for a second, feeling terrible for the situation you put him in.

“He was here yesterday.” You said.

“You talked to him?” You nodded at his question.

“We talked, and I got very angry.” You inhaled before continuing. “He started avoiding details I found along the way through people, and I was so, so mad at him, he was still lying after all this time.” Your throat itched with discomfort, eyes threatening to spill a few tears. “I really wanted to forgive him, you know? But he makes it so hard, and I’m tired of being the bigger person.”

“It would’ve been worse if you forgave him. He’d be the same person, and he’d keep on hurting everyone in his life.” Your boyfriend explained. “You don’t have to forgive him.”

“But I do.” You confessed. “Look, he wasn’t always like this, I’ve known him since we were kids, something’s wrong with him, but fixing it, it’s not up to me.” Atsumu walked around your desk and sat slightly on it before resting one of his hands on your cheek. “I feel like shit, like I’m living in spite of him.”

“And what if you are?”

“It was never my intention.” You stated simply. Giving yourself a minute to breathe in.

You never wanted to hurt anyone with your actions, albeit you did in the end, it was inevitable. You couldn’t describe what was going through your body and mind in that very moment, or the day before when you found yourself letting go of all the anger harbored inside of you, that being honest, you weren’t even aware of its existence, at least not as anger. You never wanted to hurt anyone, you weren’t supposed to, given the decisions you took, you thought it was the best for everyone. For him.

You were told time and time again that you were walking on eggshells, that you were too considerate, too enabling, too forgiving; but the people who judged you never understood that you accommodated for yourself rather than Iwaizumi. Because to bear with a messy breakup would’ve been your last straw, and you knew it. You knew it by the way things played the day before, even after years of working on yourself, your words shot to kill, and killing they did, you were sure of it.

Atsumu said your name softly, running his thumb freely on your cheek. “You are not living in spite of him, you’re just living.” He said. “Whatever the fuck is going through his mind is not your problem, if he wants to keep playing the victim like he has before, there´s nothing you can do about it. No matter how many ways you come up with to explain yourself, he’s always gonna be the saint on his side of the story, the difference is that the people who love you know your character.”

“We know you, and we know there’s truth in what you say, and that there never was malice in what you did.” He was now crouching to be at the same level as you. “You care so much about what he feels to this day, but do you ever stop and wonder if he ever cares about what you feel?” You remained silent. He didn’t.

Hajime could only repeat how sorry he was, and it wasn’t hard to deduce his actions were ridden by self-indulgence. You shook your head, still looking at Atsumu. “Are you hurting right now?”

“What’s with all of these questions?” You tried to laugh it off not wanting to cry at work, again. “Don’t look at me like that…” Your voice pleaded, looking away, he called your name once again. “What happened to princess?”

“Stop avoiding my question.”

“I don’t know, Atsumu. I don’t know what I’m feeling.” You confessed. Atsumu took your hand, tugging slightly to make you stand up, once you did, his left hand traveled to the back of your head, leading you to his chest as you embraced his torso pulling him closer. You sighed in relief to avoid crying, your body aching for your boyfriend’s warmth, hoping for things to fall into place once you were in his arms, at least for a few seconds, because as puzzling as your thoughts could be, Atsumu seemed to understand you better than yourself at times. “I really don’t want to cry at work, Tsumu.” You said, making him laugh a little.

“Sorry.” He kissed your temple. “I love you.” He admitted after a second of silence, you inhaled deeply, taking his scent in, a mixture of fresh laundry and the familiar smell of his deodorant that lingered permanently on him welcomed you, and assured you that you didn’t have to grieve by yourself.

“I love you more.” Your words came out a bit muffled, you planted a small kiss on his chest as a thank you, he reciprocated by kissing the top of your head, basking in the intimacy of the moment, you never noticed when the door opened.

“Sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I found your coffee machine.” You heard Hideko say, curiosity making you break the embrace to look at your boss. She stepped aside to let one of the rookies in, he had orange hair and if you remembered correctly, his name was Hinata.

“Please, Y/N-san, don’t kill us. It was a dare, I swear, they forced us!” He held the appliance from the bottom, desperately explaining himself.

“Shoyo-kun!” Atsumu exclaimed before you could say anything.

“Miya-san?” Hinata went from frightened to confused in a matter of seconds.

“You know each other?” Hideko asked, just as surprised as Hinata when Atsumu walked up to him to shake his hand. Atsumu explained how they met each other in high school and the rivalry between their schools. You smiled at the sight of a happy Atsumu, noticing the awkward position Hinata was standing, still holding the coffee machine, you said:

“You can leave the machine outside, Hinata, I’ll put it back later.” He smiled before walking out of your office. Atsumu looked at you with a small smile. “Go catch up with him, I’ll be here.” He followed Hinata after you said that, leaving you and Hideko alone.

“Do you want to go get Inunaki?” You shook your head, telling her you’d talk with him later, she shrugged and closed the door, now you were by yourself.

For some reason the air felt sharper in your lungs, you wanted to blame it on the air conditioner but you knew that pain well enough to know it was your own body fighting the panic building inside you. Shivering for a moment, you breathed slowly, pulling yourself back together, you still had to endure the rest of the day before coming undone.

‘Suck it up.’

*

Atsumu entertained himself by practicing with the rookies while he waited for you, he refused to go home without you and even tried to lure you out of your office a few times but you told him repeatedly you couldn’t leave early. By the end of the day, he trailed not so patiently behind you as you turned the lights off and locked the doors. You rolled your eyes when he ran to his car with open arms, latching onto the hood, mumbling how much he missed it, he snatched the key from your hand and drove all the way to your house, asking if you took proper care of the engine and if you used the right kind of fuel. He was getting on your nerves, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his endless rambling.

You helped him carry his bags to your building, discussing what you wanted to order for dinner and instructing him to take a shower before doing anything else because he was clearly tired. He went straight to your room as soon as you were inside your apartment, you heard him rummaging through your closet, looking for the clothes he left there, yelling something about you stealing his favorite hoodie.

Soft music played across your kitchen and living room from the speaker on your counter, you sighed, taking the duffel bag with Atsumu’s dirty clothes to wash them while you waited for your turn to shower. He came out of the shower minutes later, looking more relaxed and cozy. You were almost envious of how comfortable he looked, he pecked your lips before you entered the bathroom and made his way to your living room to rest on the couch. He made sure to put in the order for your food before he let himself drift into a peaceful slumber, his phone on his chest along with his intertwined fingers. He woke up to the feeling of your lips on his forehead and the little water droplets that tingled his chin, he smiled at your proximity and fixed his position on the couch so you could sit beside him.

“We need to change the music or I’ll fall asleep.” He said, running his hand on the bare skin of your legs that rested on top of his. Before you could reply, his phone buzzed announcing an incoming message. It was his brother. “Look at them.” He showed you his screen, displaying a picture of Osamu and Suna in front of the Eiffel Tower. You smiled, trying to ignore the guilt slowly bubbling in your gut.

“You should’ve stayed.” You whispered, playing with the back of his hair. Your friends were probably having a great time, sightseeing and discovering another country, and Atsumu felt forced to leave the adventure behind to be with you.

“Alone, in the city of love?” He asked, looking at you. “Without the love of my life? No, thank you.” You laughed and hid your face from him. “I’m serious! Besides, I missed you like crazy.” His lips pressed against your temple reassuringly. “We can go together for our anniversary.”

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do, I want to travel the world with you.” You kissed his jaw lovingly, feeling your heart heavy in your chest as if it was about to burst.

“Thank you for coming back, you have no idea how much I needed you.” You admitted.

“Almost as much as I needed you.” Adoration pooled in his eyes, and you were sure that you two could keep professing sweet declarations of love if his phone hadn’t buzzed time and time again with pictures and messages from Osamu and Suna. “Are they ever going to shut up?” Atsumu groaned, looking at the screen. The photos were beautiful, Aran and Hana showed in a few of them.

Atsumu told you the team played two matches that day and won both, so most of the team went out to celebrate and rest, the next match was days away. The blonde was more than fed up with his brother spamming his phone, so he dragged you to the kitchen to take pictures mocking the ones Osamu and Suna sent. You laughed at his commitment to striking the same poses as his brother at the same time that he fixed your limbs to imitate the middle blocker.

“‘Tsumu, what are we even doing?” You asked him, amusement in your voice as he inspected the pictures to choose the best one.

“Wait and see.” You saw him opening an editing app when the doorbell rang, and you had to get the food. He was entertained enough to leave you alone to serve dinner and the table, by the time you were done, he showed you the edited photo of you with a stock photo of the same location of one of the pictures Osamu sent as the background. You snorted at your boyfriend’s editing skills, he paid you no mind as he sent the picture to his brother. “That will do it.”

“Do what exactly, ‘Tsumu?” You raised an eyebrow.

“You ask too many questions.” He clicked his tongue before eating the first bite of his meal.

“You love it.” You teased, taking a step closer to his figure.

“That I do.” He admitted, kissing the corner of your lips.

Atsumu spent the rest of the night listening and chasing you around, unable to keep his hands to himself, and it wasn’t like you were complaining. You missed his playful touches and the feeling of his lips on yours.

It wasn’t until you were in bed, secure in his arms and already dozing off that the blonde realized how tired he was, his body slowly melting into your warmth. He heard a soft ‘I love you’ slipping past your lips and he smiled to himself.

Atsumu was grateful because he was able to experience love with you. He never knew he was looking for love until he found you, so he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t looking for love, he was simply looking for you. He knew it was cheesy, but he was convinced you were tied together by some sort of force that drew you to each other. After all the bruises your heart took, you made your way to him and he couldn’t be happier.

He always thought that he was hard to hold on to, that not everyone was up for the challenge of dealing with him and his mistakes, but you showed him how tender love could be, that being taken care of is not necessarily a bad thing, and you loved him as if it was easy, never a burden or too much. You saw right through him like no one else, not even his brother. Never bothered to hear what other people said about him, he was simply Atsumu.

Your Atsumu.

And he’ll continue to be yours for as long as he was able to.

*

Oikawa always wondered how you two became friends. You were so different, yet you complimented each other perfectly. You were rational and he was visceral, you brought balance to his life while he provided you with adrenaline. Always finding comfort in each other’s words, because apparently, you were both always right. He also blamed himself for the situation you were in, he had for months now.

He was there when you met Iwaizumi, he noticed you liked the other even before you realized, and did everything in his power to get the two of you together because if he was honest, the pining was almost painful to watch. He relished the feeling of seeing his two best friends happy together, and at some point he started picturing himself as Iwaizumi’s best man at your wedding, giving the best speech ever and making the two of you cry. He never thought he’d see you and Hajime grow apart, at least not the way you did.

Now, as he waited for Iwaizumi to pick up the phone for the third time in ten minutes, he pondered if he should go off on his best friend for being so stupid or if he should offer a listening ear because he knew his friend was hurting too. It was useless, Iwaizumi never picked up, so he decided to give him some time before trying to call again.

The airport was crowded, as usual, the humidity inside of it had his nose running a little and his eyes were teary and puffy from the lack of sleep. Coming back to Japan unannounced wasn’t his fashion at all, he always thought he’d never come back, but there he was, waiting for Atsumu to pick him up at the Osaka airport.

“You know she’s going to kill us, right?” The blonde said as soon as he got out of his car to greet him.

“Not before she cries.” They laughed, and Oikawa placed his suitcase on Atsumu’s car trunk.

“I can’t believe you didn’t make it to the finals! I was hoping to see your team against mine.”

“Oh, come on, your team was gone well before mine.” Oikawa defended himself. Both Japan and Argentina were out of the tournament exactly one week after it started, giving your best friend time to book a flight to see you as a surprise that would hopefully cheer you up, Atsumu had told him you were fine but it looked like something was bothering you and no matter how hard your boyfriend tried, you wouldn’t budge, you were just keeping it to yourself.

“Don’t get me started, I’m still mad at them.” Atsumu huffed, and Oikawa grinned. The rest of the drive was filled with volleyball talk, as expected from both setters. Atsumu made his way to his apartment where you were currently spending your day off, he had to come up with an excuse to leave his place, he didn’t remember exactly what he said, something about a supermarket run for some items you forgot the day before when you accompanied and helped him restock his pantry after his absence. You were too tired to argue, so you let him go without a question.

The airport was quite far from Atsumu’s house, so he had to drive a little faster than usual, making Oikawa grip onto the handles above the car door every time he took a harsh turn. The brunette was too distracted wondering how did Atsumu got his license when it seemed like he was driving with his feet, that he took a few seconds to realize the car came to a full stop, the sound of the engine slowly turning off made him aware of his arrival to Atsumu’s apartment complex. “We’re here.” Your boyfriend announced.

“You stay here,” Atsumu instructed, making Oikawa stand with his back glued to the wall beside the door. “Just wait.”

Atsumu opened the door and made his way in, resisting the habit of calling your name whenever he made it home. Instead, he waited for you to call out for him.

“You’re back.” You came out of his room, hair messy and subtle marks from the pillows on your cheek. He smiled, you slept well. “What did you forget?” You asked.

“What?”

“You said you forgot to buy something.” You replied, confused by Atsumu’s answer. “What was it?” You asked again, stopping briefly by his side to kiss his cheek hello.

“Uh… protein powder, for my shakes.” He lied, making you frown, you ordered his protein online, even asked him what flavor he wanted, you knew he was up to something but decided not to push further into it, until you looked around and spotted his empty hands. No bag, no container, nothing.

“So, where is it?” Atsumu’s eyes widened at your question. What an awful liar he was…

“In the car! I left it there, I had to use the bathroom really badly. Can you go get it, please?” He didn’t wait for an answer, he was already gone into his room. You rolled your eyes, grabbing his car keys that he previously left on the kitchen counter.

You opened the door as you slid into your sandals, when you looked up to step out, you caught a glimpse of a silhouette from the side of your eye, instinctively jerking your head and taking a step back inside after recognizing the person standing at the door.

“What the hell!” You yelled, immediately covering your mouth. Oikawa smiled at you.

“At least pretend you’re happy to see me.” He joked, stepping closer to you with arms wide open. You embraced him despite the state of shock you were in. Your best friend was right there in front of you, after six long years of being apart, he was there. You could barely comprehend what was going on.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, pushing your body away from him but never breaking the hug. His brown eyes stared into yours, tears welling upon them, your eyes felt wet too.

“Came to see you, dummy. What else?” You hugged him again, tighter this time, as if he was an illusion that could vanish in a matter of seconds.

“How long are you staying? Where are you staying? Do you even have a place to stay? Actually, you can stay here, Atsumu has a guest room I can ask him…” You kept your worried rambling going, words were hard to make out since you were basically glued to your best friend’s chest.

“I don’t think he can answer while you squeeze the life out of him.” Said Atsumu, who was back in the living room, you turned around.

“You.” Your finger was pointed at him. “You are a terrible liar.” Atsumu laughed as you freed Oikawa from your embrace, just to hug the blonde just as tight, if not harder. “Tell me I’m not dreaming, please tell me this is not a dream.” You cried, feeling his large hand running up and down your back soothingly.

“You’re not dreaming,” Atsumu assured. “Oikawa is very much here.”

“I hate you both.” You sobbed even harder after looking at them, making them laugh. You kept crying for a while, even as you helped Oikawa with his bags. Once you calmed down, you sat with them in the kitchen, talking for hours and letting your boyfriend and best friend get to know each other better, heart swelling with joy as they talked.

It was an odd sight, almost inconceivable, you never thought you’d get the chance to see two of the people you loved the most laugh and joke with ease. An instant understanding, something that almost never happened due to their tendencies to push people away, happened between the two, and that made you happy, to be understood was all they ever needed. Stories from your childhood, family dramas, and old memories you swore to secrecy made their way into the conversation, making you laugh so hard it made your abdomen hurt and your throat felt a little sore from the non-stop talking, and still, there were so many things you had yet to talk about.

Late at night, after all of you had enjoyed dinner, Atsumu excused himself since he was feeling tired, leaving you and Oikawa alone in comfortable silence. “Are you going straight to Miyagi, or are you stopping in Tokyo before going home?” You had asked. He understood the reason behind the question.

“We don’t have to talk about this right now…”

“Why not?” You interrupted him. “I’m not a baby, I can face my problems.” Oikawa 's gaze softened.

“That’s not what I meant. All I’m saying is that we’re having a good time, let’s keep it that way.” Your shoulders fell down, weird, you never felt them stiffen.

“You’re right, sorry, it’s just…” You paused. “I know we had put you in the middle of all of this, and that he’s your best friend too. Deep down, I regret the way I spoke to him the other day. A part of me wonders if he’s okay, but on the other hand, I don’t want to know anything about him for as long as I live.” You sighed, looking at your best friend in the eye. “I don’t know what to do, Toruu.”

His hand squeezed your shoulder. “Maybe you do need closure, and you’ve been denying yourself from it.”

“But…” You tried to refute.

“All of this.” He gestured with his finger. “This new life, new love, new you, is not closure.” The same finger touched your chest, right above your heart. “You feel like you can’t go on because the chapter is not really closed. It doesn’t matter how many times you reinvent yourself, rebuild your life, and run away, as long as you keep denying yourself from letting it all out, the chapter will keep going, and the story will repeat itself.” You stared in silence.

“What else is left to let out?” You asked sincerely. “I yelled at him and damned his existence.”

“I believe you’re the only one who can answer that.”

“I hate when you’re right.” You grumbled. “But I really don’t want to see him, I don’t think I can. How am I going to tell him the things I want to say.?”

“A letter, perhaps?” He suggested. “You were always better at expressing your feelings when writing, so write him a letter.” You thanked him for the advice, it was certainly more comforting to receive it face to face than through your phone screen. You hugged your best friend one more time before calling it a night and going to sleep.

You laid in bed, thinking about what you could possibly say to start off the letter. You couldn’t address Iwaizumi as “dear” since he was no longer dear to you. Should you refer to him as Iwaizumi or Hajime or both? Should you address him at all? Maybe just his name on the outside of the envelope would suffice. Regardless of all of that, what were you supposed to say exactly?

Was it an apology or a complaint?

A truce?

A request?

A restriction order sounded tempting, but that’d take longer. You tossed and turned for a little while before falling asleep with an arm around Atsumu’s chest, listening to his heartbeat. You had a little time to think about it, so once again, future you will have to deal with that. For now, you were going to sleep.

*

“Princess?” You heard Atsumu call from outside of the kitchen. “Are you ready? We need to drive Oikawa to the train station.”

“Almost done.” You said, briefly looking away from the piece of paper on the table in front of you. Oikawa stayed for five days, and at the end of every single one of them, you were left thinking about the letter you had yet to write. Crumbled pieces of paper could be found in the trash can, the result of the many times you rewrote your words. You even asked Atsumu if it was a good idea, he only shrugged and kept to himself, not wanting to interfere with your decision, though he agreed with what your best friend said nights before.

After numerous drafts, you settled for your final version just minutes before leaving to send Oikawa on his way to Tokyo. The letter was folded twice, and protected by an envelope in your purse now, as you drove to the station, but now you weren’t thinking about the letter but the fact that you had to say goodbye to your best friend, not knowing when you’d be able to see him again. A knot formed at the bottom of your throat, threatening to come out as a choked sob.

“Thank you so much for coming.” You said before embracing Toruu one last time, he did the same to you.

“Promise you’ll visit me.” He pressed his cheek on the top of your head. You nodded and pulled away from his arm to let Atsumu say his goodbyes. Taking the envelope from your bag, you held it tightly in your hands before handing it to Oikawa.

“Give this to him.” You asked though it sounded more like a plea. Oikawa took it from your hands and nodded to then press a kiss on your temple and board the train. Atsumu and you waved goodbye through the window and waited until the vehicle was gone completely. He placed his arm on top of your shoulders as you placed yours around his waist, walking to the exit.

“I’m proud of you,” Atsumu said out of nowhere, giving him a toothless smile, you hugged him a little tighter. He made a full stop to stand in front of you, his hands firmly on both of your shoulders. Hazel eyes stared into yours with nothing but love. You asked him why, and he kissed your forehead to say: “Because you won.”

“This is not a volleyball game, ‘Tsumu.” You chuckled, him along with you.

“You’re right, it’s a fight.” You looked at him, even more puzzled than before. “You won against your fears, maybe you don’t see it as a victory right now, but you will, with time.”

Light. Atsumu was light. Amidst the darkness of your lowest moments, he shined bright from the minute you met him because he showed you the path to true happiness. You knew you loved him, the way your body reacted to him, and how his presence was enough to make your heart beat faster than usual gave it away, but at that moment, in the middle of the sidewalk outside the train station, you knew happiness was right by his side. Atsumu was the heaven that awaited you after the hell of a journey you had to go through to get to him.

“I think I won way before this.” You admitted, making him raise a brow.

“And why is that?” He asked, amused.

“Because you’re here with me.” He smiled at your response, you knew he was about to call you a sap, so you rushed to say the following words: “I don’t know what comes after this, but whatever it is, I want you by my side.” You took his hand in yours and kissed his palm.

“I’ll be with you every step of the way, I promise.” You pulled him in for a kiss. Lips meeting carefully, your hands finding their place on the back of his head as he leaned down to kiss you passionately. For a moment you thanked the fact that the streets were empty, you were pulling quite a show with that movie-like kiss.

“You’re the love of my life too.” You said when you forcibly broke apart to breathe, Atsumu looked at you confused. “The other day, you said I was the love of your life.” You explained. “You are mine, too.” Atsumu kissed you again as soon as he heard those words, you had no time to predict his movements so you could only let out a small gasp before breaking into a fit of laughter as he hugged you with all he had.

“Let 's go home, baby.” He said, and you walked hand in hand to his car, the weight on your shoulders wasn't quite gone but it was lighter, you were somehow free now, and you had Atsumu by your side, so you knew things were going to be alright.

*

Iwaizumi waited at the train station, Oikawa announced his arrival the day before so he could pick him up. It took him by surprise, he expected his best friend to fly back to Argentina, furious and planning to never speak to him again, but when the setter called he felt relieved. Though Oikawa wasn’t completely in his corner, he needed his friend.

The train stopped before him, people rushed to get off of it, carrying bags and long faces from the trip. Oikawa stood out easily with his height, and as soon as Iwaizumi spotted him, he practically ran to him to hug and greet him. “It’s good to see you, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa said teasingly.

“You idiot, I missed you so much.” He smiled.

They took a cab to Hajime’s place, exchanging commentaries about the tournament and how Oikawa planned to get better for the next one, and also how he got along with his teammates. Despite the fact they chatted daily, there was a lot to talk about, things that were worth mentioning twice, details that were left out, and stuff that may not seem like a big deal on the phone. It was like a breath of fresh air for Iwaizumi.

“Where’s your bathroom, I’m dying to take a shower.” Oikawa exclaimed as soon as he got into the apartment.

���Right there.” Iwaizumi pointed to the second door in the hallway. “Left one is hot.” He passed Oikawa his bag and saw him scramble his hands in it to get a clean change of clothes and his bag of toiletries, but instead of heading straight to the shower, he passed Iwaizumi an envelope. “What 's this?”

“A letter.” The setter shrugged.

“From who?” He asked again, but Oikawa was already walking away. “Oi! Who is it from?” He was growing curious about the contents of the letter, but couldn’t help to doubt his best friend a little, was it a prank?

“Just read it,” Oikawa said and closed the bathroom door behind him.

Iwaizumi huffed in annoyance, making his way to the couch to read the mysterious letter. It wasn’t addressed to anyone, just a white surface, a little damaged on its corners from being kept inside a bag for several hours. Taking a deep breath, he opened it and took the folded piece of paper out. He was able to make out the ink transfer on the back of it, from where the pen was pressed harder in the writing, not wanting to wait anymore, he unfolded the rest of it and gasped at the sight of your handwriting all over the paper.

His eyes wandered from left to right taking in the words, and his throat tightened the more he read. Something was making it impossible to breathe in that very moment, it was guilt. Guilt made his fingers barely hold the letter as his hands trembled, he was almost nauseous, and could almost swear your perfume lingered on the piece of paper on his hands. Your words imprinted were like a collection of all of his mistakes, listed one by one, not explicitly written, but surely reminding him you were always the level-headed, the kind-hearted, and always right.

There was no hatred, or forgiveness, just faith. He read it once, twice, and many times more, and cried quietly for a good ten minutes, clutching the paper to his chest. For once he was glad Oikawa always took forever in the bathroom. “Thank you.” He said to no one, he was alone in that room, yet he looked at the letter, eyes focusing on your signature. “I promise.”

The letter read:

To: Iwaizumi Hajime.

I’ve been thinking about how to start this letter for the past few days, but we are past pleasantries and greetings, aren’t we?

Hajime, the way I spoke to you the last time we saw each other was far from how I wanted to handle this situation, and while I feel guilty for my behavior, I don’t regret a thing I said, perhaps I could’ve used other words, but something about all of this made it impossible to keep my cool. I have an idea of what it is, but it’s difficult to put it into words, but I will try. You kept saying you never wanted to hurt me, that it was never your intention, and maybe some of that is true, but you not wanting to hurt me wasn’t for my sake. It was for yours. Because hurting me meant you would get hurt in the end, too. It took me some time to realize that, so don’t worry if it takes a while to sink in.

You’re unaware, and painfully so, of how much damage you did to me and everyone who got caught into this, because you are stuck feeling sorry for yourself. Admitting you fucked up is not enough, you have to face the consequences, and most of the time said consequences are not going to be pleasant, let alone easy to face.

Maybe you resent me for not forgiving you right away, and believe me, I wanted to, but the fact that you expected me to do it angered me. It made me realize you were not sorry for what you did to me, but for what it represented to you and you only. Forgiving you now would mean absolutely nothing, if nothing within you has changed in two years other than you becoming absolutely unbearable to everyone around you, and it will become a vicious cycle that will keep on hurting you and everyone else who dares to step into your life.

It also hurted me that you ever doubted how much I loved you just because you held some kind of grudge against me. I never meant to be better than you, I wanted to be better together. The bestest version of ourselves, together, and I worked very hard to show you that but you could never see it. Thinking about it, you cheating only made things end faster, because failure was bound to happen if you ever thought I never loved you as much as I did then.

I don’t want that for you. I don’t want your next relationship to fail, I don’t want you to lose all your friends. I don’t want you to be alone, but I can’t forgive you if you don’t forgive yourself and grow out of whatever is holding you back. There’s good in you, Hajime, I know it because I knew you, years before there was an us, we were friends, and I saw you grow up to be a good man, don’t disappoint our fourteen year old selves. This is not an ultimatum, but promise me you are going to work on yourself and try to be happy, not for me, but for your sake, so the next time we see each other we can start again, as friends, and do things right this time. Learn not to live out of spite, Hajime, I swear it’s the best you can do.

Live happily, and I hope to see you better next time we find each other.

With hope at last,

Y/N L/N.

The end.

(a/n: first i want to wish a happy valentines day to all of you. <3 and second of all, that's a wrap! i'm never writing a fic again. just kidding, who knows (i do). also notice how i quoted my beloved will herondale, the loml fr. i want to thank all of you for the endless support and for bearing with my inconsistent ass for the past year, literally love all of you and i appreciate your love for this story that started as a silly fake scenario in my head while i was high on pain meds lmaooo. this project was challenging considering i'm not a native english speaker, and while i'm fluent in it i still struggle with a few things, writing in english is not the same as writing in spanish, but i've seen improvement on my skills, which i'm proud of! i'd be editing the first chapters in the following weeks, and i've been working on the epilogue, so this is not the last thing you'll see of me and l&f. stay safe and drink water!)

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Does anyone know an AO3 sakuatsu fanfic, i believe it's an enemies to lovers, where they go to an OCD support group and intend to keep it a secret from the MSBY team?? I'm literally dying to find that fic rn