#oomi answers questions

[vacantgodling]

related to the bonding question you answered: i wanna know who's fucked up enough to get rejected by the oomi

SKSKS THAT'S THE FUNNIEST WAY TO PUT IT BUT REAL

i will preface this by saying that Oomi's are literally magically inclined relationship counselors, therapists (and kind of psychiatrists). they are MORE LIKELY to try and help you because that's literally their job, to help people with their interpersonal relationships.

however, aside from the divine intervention thing (because i'm sure there has been a time or two where MIRANKA jumped into the picture when people wanted to be bonded and said "yeah absolutely the fuck not") an Oomi would turn someone away if they don't have good intent. especially powerful Oomi's can tell people's intentions because intent plays such an important role in relationships; its not really mind reading, its more like they can read your vibe and their vibecheck is never wrong.

so tl;dr if you have a bad vibe you're not getting married LMAO. you will get offered counseling tho! :D

but have a little side story: an example of this is a character (just recently named actually) named raaga. he's from kiskkaddon and is childhood friend of jace and has been in love with and fathered miki's son, vivo (which is uhhhh not great lol. like vivo did nothing wrong but the situation is fucked). the thing is, not only are miki and jace bonded... they're Big B Bonded in front of MIRANKA (because this is just a thing in kiskkaddon). and similarly to Eros, they're actually more rigidly monogamous 😬😬😬 raaga has been jealous of jace for years, and has always coveted what he had despite always putting on the facade of closeness. when miki and jace were engaged by jace's father (who is the king of their people currently), raaga tried to intervene (in secret) by having him and miki bonded... without anyone's knowledge. the Oomi of their kingdom was like um??? you cannot bond with someone who is not present to consent to the bond??? plus... you think you're slick i Know jace and miki are supposed to be bonded so ??? the hell lol. and sent him away.

so raaga got his in his own way.... he just didn't plan for miki to chase jace down to try and fix it LMAO.

so that's one reason the Oomi will reject you. he also just. wasn't smart about it lmao.

[echolxss]

your icon;;;; so...,, nice

thank u omg!! i made the aesthetic n drawing in it myself uwu

[o2amu]

you and sakusa’s teammates have been planning his mini surprise birthday “get together” for a couple of weeks now and the day has finally arrived.

“are you sure we can trust atsumu to not reveal anything about this?” hinata questions, earning chuckles from you, bokuto, and meian.

“eh, let’s just hope he did a decent job distracting sakusa until now and doesn’t expect all of us here.” bokuto replies.

you hear the familiar jingle of keys and the sound of atsumu’s voice right outside the front door.

“oh my god, okay they’re here!” you softly exclaim and position yourself behind the dining table.

the door opens and sakusa is greeted by all four of you shouting “HAPPY BIRTHDAY OOMI!” all with wide grins spread on your faces.

he stops in his tracks, right by the door and with wide eyes he mouths a “wow.”

you’re all running up to give him bear hugs and you bring over the birthday cake with lit-up candles ready for him to blow out.

you all sing happy birthday and the second your boyfriend blows out the candles, you slickly remove each one and then boom. you smash the cake on his face and removing it to see his face now covered with buttercream frosting.

everyone in the room gasps, not knowing how the birthday boy would react. sure, they’ve teased and messed around with him a number of times, but never have gone this far.

you giggle nervously, anticipating your boyfriend’s reaction to the sweet mess you created on his face.

but to your surprise (and everyone else’s), a soft laugh escapes his lips. “wow, you got me good babe.”

“what?! you’re not… angry?” atsumu blurts out in disbelief.

“why would i be?” sakusa quickly answers and licks off thr frosting and cake crumbs off his lips. “i’ve always wanted this to happen to me on my birthday, if I’m being honest…” he continues with a timid smile on his face.

you’re all shocked, but mostly deeply touched from witnessing this reaction from your boyfriend which you most definitely did not expect. you were practically playing with fire when impulsively deciding to commit the whole ‘cake-on-birthday-celebrant’s-face’ act.

you approach sakusa to help clean his face, until you hear hinata’s “OH NOO!” behind you.

just as you turn around to see what hinata’s yelping about, you’re suddenly met with a face full of cake as well.

your jaw drops at the sudden cake smash to your face, only to see the culprit being your boyfriend, who seems to have gotten his payback.

his genuine cackles fill the air and his teammates join in the laughter.

“damn, he got you back!” meian teases, pointing at you while out of breath and gasping for air.

you move closer to your boyfriend and pepper his face with kisses, purposely to worsen the sticky cake mess that’s left on both your faces.

“love ya, birthday boy.”

“i love you more angel.” he whispers and plants a kiss on your nose, tasting the sweet residue of birthday cake.

seeing you smile and laugh is the best present sakusa could ever want and spending this day with you and his beloved teammates is more than he could ever ask for.

[kuroos-moon]

『Sakusa Will Not Confess』

A/n: this was really fun to write for me, hope this turned out fine 

pairing: Sakusa x reader 

wc: 1.3 k 

➪ he doesn’t know since when, all he knows is that from the bottom of his heart, he sincerely liked you 

➪ and maybe you like him too, with the smiles reserved for him to see and the way you usually approach him first before anyone else after practice

➪ the problem is, there’s no way in hell he was going to tell you 

➪ so you better figure it out yourself, alright? 

“That was cool!” You say proudly with so much excitement as you make your way over to the boys. “Thanks y/n,” Bokuto beams but frowns immediately when he realized you weren’t talking to him. 

You’ve held up your hands to high-five Oomi, and the others cringed, knowing your enthusiasm was bound to be rejected. Oomi doing high-fives? Never. 

“You think so?” He muses, and to everyone’s surprise, he places his hands against yours. All their jaws drop simultaneously as they watched the two of you. Yeah, Atsumu knew Oomi liked you, but the palm to palm contact and he’s not even cringing away from you yet??? 

➪ needless to say, ever since that day, everyone but you knew how Sakusa liked you ➪ and Atsumu’s the most frustrated, are you really so blind? 

“Y/n, I’m telling ya, he likes ya a lot,” Atsumu says, both hands on your shoulders to have you listen to what you thought was nonsense. “Oomi? He’s just really nice, don’t make it a big deal Tsum.” 

“Oh really? Perfect! He’s here, now watch,” he grins, inhaling a big breath before shouting, “Y/n! Yer too funny! Let me hug ya!” 

“Wha-” you yelp when you’re pulled by your wrist gently away from the said blonde. His grin grows wider as he looks back at Sakusa who managed to march by your side in an instant. “See ya,” he winks at you before walking away.

Confused, you decided that it was simply best to just give up on trying to understand Atsumu and his antics. 

“Ohayo Oomi!” You beam at the curly-haired player who still had his mask on. “Ohayo,” he smiles behind his mask, and after chasing away that said smile, he takes his mask off. 

“Did you eat breakfast?” He asks, reaching down his bag as he looked for something. “Uh no, not yet, I’m about to though,” you say while stepping away to leave a fair enough space for him. 

He raises a brow at your actions. “You took off your mask,” you explain, and he nods. “Here,” he holds out his sanitizer, and you look at him unsurely. 

“Oomi offering his sanitizer?! That’s like a proposal already!” Hinata dramatically exclaims, suddenly appearing between the two of you; the orange was quick to walk away though upon receiving Sakusa’s death glare. 

“Oomi don’t be so mean early in the morning,” you scold, looking back at him as you realized he was still holding out his sanitizer. He only clicks his tongue before taking a step towards you, “hands,” he shortly says and you automatically hold them up. 

“Now you could hold my hand,” he mumbles more to himself as he watched you rub your hands together. “What?” You ask, but he shakes his head. 

“Let’s go,” he starts to walk ahead of you. “Where?” You follow him anyway.

“To eat breakfast,” he says, starting to put on a new mask as you both near the door leading outside. He already ate, he just felt like accompanying you.

“I know you eat at home, why do you have to come with me?” You raise a brow at him as you both walk side by side; you were quite in the ‘Sakusa’s personal space’ zone, he simply doesn’t mind. 

“You’ll probably eat fast food again if I’m not around,” he rolls his eyes. 

➪ at this point, you can’t help but wonder maybe Atsumu was making sense, maybe even a little 

➪ why would he, the germaphobe of the century, care so much to accompany you eat simply because he doesn’t want you to eat so unhealthily? 

➪ would he rather not stay inside the gym to avoid more exposure to crowds? 

“Why are you still here?” You ask in surprise, having just come out of the storage room to find Sakusa leaning on the wall. “Are you finally finished?” He asks, making his way towards you. 

“Yes, but that’s not the point. You guys have a match tomorrow,” you narrow your eyes at him. You scoff when he ignores you and turns away, walking towards the exit. 

“Sakusa Kiyoomi were you waiting for me?” You ask and he stops on his tracks. “Why else would I be here?” He sarcastically says. 

“You were supposed to rest,” you scold, now standing in front of him with your hands on your hips. He narrows his eyes at you, “I could rest earlier if you don’t keep me here longer, let’s just go home,” he says. 

“You are my personal headache Oomi, I just don’t get you sometimes,” you lightheartedly say, recalling how he’s been giving you so much exceptions and special treatment; it was kind of frustrating because you can’t help but assume things. 

Your breath hitches when he gently pats your head, you swear it was the least thing you’d expect from him. Sure, you were used to how he had no problem with how your skin would come in contact sometimes but this was on a whole other level for you. 

“What are you doing?” You ask him, his hand still resting on your head. He doesn’t answer. “My hair has all kinds of dust and germs Oomi, why are you-” 

“I know,” he cuts you off, taking his hand away. You click your tongue when he reaches for his sanitizer at the side of his bag. “What’s the point of touching my hair?” 

“I wanted to give you a pat on the head, is that a problem?” He asks. “Yes, it is. It really is. What’s that even supposed to mean? Do you like me?” You ask him and he holds no reaction at all. 

“I do, it’s clear as day,” he shrugs before walking ahead once more. “Now hurry up so I can get you home, it’s past my bedtime,” he glares at you who stood petrified to the spot. 

“Did you just confess?” You ask in disbelief. “I did not.” He grumpily replies before he finally walks away again. “Tsk, bedtime? What are you, a child?” You catch up with him, and he thankfully slows down his strides to match yours.

“I shouldn’t have waited,” he mutters under his breath and you only laugh at him. 

➪ it was quick to be noted by the media and the fans how you both had chemistry 

➪ between matches, fancams are directed to the both of you as Oomi wordlessly grabs the water bottle in your hand

➪ he’s just never been that way with his past managers because he could get his own safe and clean water by himself thank you very much 

➪ also, pictures and videos of the two of you high-fiving each other during their breaks are all over the internet 

The match is over, they won, and the exhausted Oomi sits beside you on the bench. “You were great Oomi,” you say and he nods in thanks. 

“Can I pat your head too?” Your question caught him off guard as he looks at you in surprise, his hand stopping mid-action as he was about to drink water again. 

“I’m sweaty,” he recovers, looking away from you. He freezes when he feels your hand on top of his head, but relaxes after a second when he realized how nice it felt. 

“Happy?” He asks you after you pull your hand away and you grin. “Ecstatic.” 

“Good,” he says, and without warning, he leans his head on your shoulder. “Uhm, Oomi, this could be all over the net already,” you stutter as your heart rapidly beats against your ribcage. 

“Saves me the trouble from telling the others I won you over then.” 

[waveoftheocean]

Im so sorry im pretty sure u get this kind of questions often, but i saw the last Oomi drawing you posted and omg what are the coloring brushes u use for that kind of painting holy shit it is beautiful.

no need to apologize anon!!! i don't actually get asked this super often, and i tend to change brushes over time/depending on the piece, so i'm happy to answer! also, i'm really glad you like that piece hehe thank you so much!!

the brush above (csp’s felt pen) is what i used for inking that piece (including all the lines on his compression sleeves/kneepads and in his hair)

the brush on the left (csp’s texture pen) is what i used to fill in most of the flat areas of color, and the one on the right (kyle’s dry media - big dry weirdo brush; sorry, i downloaded a big brush set years ago and i can’t find the link anymore) is what i used for any edges, to give color transitions a bit of texture! i think had it 95% opacity instead of the 51% it's set to in this screenshot lol

all of this is in clip studio paint, but i did import the final picture into photoshop and add a noise layer (which is what gives it the speckled/grainy texture)!

[rxntar0]

Kuroo, and Sakusa after making their S/O cry.

note: sskkdd i was hella psyched to write about this, i was gonna add osamu but i couldn't think of a scenario for him lol sorry,,

warnings- angst ig lol, cursing, hella dramatic for no reason 🏃‍♂️

sakusa x gn!reader || kuroo x fem!reader

kuroo

you and kuroo have been arguing on and off for a couple weeks now. you're not sure why he constantly took out random pent up anger on you but there isn't quite anything you could do about it until he got over himself.

you walked into you and kuroo's shared apartment and put the groceries in your hands onto the table. "tetsurō, can you help me?" you questioned as he ignored you, continuing to watch the volleyball game on the couch. "tetsu?" you whined slamming your fist on the kitchen island.

he shot you a quick look, "do it yourself." he flicked his wrist at you in a shooing motion, that was it. you'd finally had enough of his childish bullshit. raging over to the sofa he was seated on to look him in the face. "kuroo tetsurō, why are you acting like this? stop being a childish, stuck up little fucking brat and help me out please?!" you hissed.

your words were quick to grab his attention. he stood up, towering over you. his golden brown eyes piercing yours, causing your throat to go dry. "god (y/n), you just don't know when to fucking quit? i clearly do not want to be bothered, can you respect that for once?" he practically yelled in your face. you furrowed your eyebrows as he flicked off the tv and stomped towards the bedroom. "god, i would've stayed with my ex if i knew you'd be like this." he muttered, completely oblivious to what had just came out his mouth.

"tetsu.." your voice cracked as you felt the burning sensation of tears forming at your eyes. he looked back at you to see your body completely slumped, tears running down your face. he had finally done it, you finally broke.

his eyes widened as he ran back over to you. "fuck, oh shit, baby i didn-" you backed away from him in fear as he tried to wrap his arm around you. curling into a ball on the couch behind you. "(y/n) please, i didn't mean to, come here princess." he huffed, he had never seen you breakdown like this before so it absolutely broke him.

"tetsu, what the hell? i give you my all?" you sniffled as he pressed you into his chest. "i know babygirl, and im so sorry, i didn't mean it, you know i love you and i'd never leave you for anyone." you sat there, defenseless as he spewed apologies into your ear while caressing your back.

"hey look at me, you know i didn't mean it right?" his words sounded sincere, you two locked eyes, "s-sure.." you answered. his eyes narrowed at you. "yes or no, (y/n) i need to know now." you wiped to tears from your eyes. "yes, tetsu." he smiled and planted kisses on the top of your head. "now let's go, im gonna buy you whatever you want, baby, we'll stay out all night if it's what makes you happy."

sakusa

you blame your arguments on sakusa's germaphobia, i mean anyone would right? he barely hugs you, gives you kisses. he'll even tell you to get away from him if you're too close.. you might as well be fucking single.

"hey, oomi~!" you sang across the house, skipping your way over to sakusa who was standing in the kitchen. he glances at you before going back to making his ramen. "yeah, (y/n)?"

you snuck behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. "i love you, oomi!" you face pressed against his broad back. he froze, a look of disgust creeping over his face. "didn't i tell you, not to touch me if you haven't showered yet." he hissed, prying himself from your hug.

you felt your heart skip a beat. his words were cold, harsh, and there was no sign of a joke in them. you back away from him. "that's disgusting, go take a shower." he demanded.

why was he like this? you took a shower last night and haven't been out the house since. "kiyoomi i-" he turned around sending you a glare. his eyes were serious.

you fisted your shirt, expecting words of defense to come out of your mouth but instead you choked out a sob. "i-i'm sorry, i'll go shower.." you sniffled. sakusa was quick to turn his attention from the stove top to you, waking away, wiping tears from your face.

"goddamnit- hey, babe come here." he chased after you, pulling you into his chest. the sound of your cried terrified him. he has never made you cry before. "k-kiyoomi, i swear i'm clean, why cant you just show me some sort of genuine affection instead of sladering my hygiene?" your cries just intensified.

"i wasn't serious-, come here let's just cuddle.. you don't have to shower babe, it was a joke" you moved you head from his chest to look up at him. "kiyoomi, your 'joke' wasn't funny." your breathing hitched as you lightly punched him in the chest.

he looked down at you and sighed, "i know it wasn't, and i'm sorry.. i'll never say anything like it again, please just stop crying. i don't like seeing you hurt." he comforted, wiping your tears from your face. your arms slowly lifted, wrapping around his waist once more.

"okay, oomi but keep your word." you chuckled as he tightened his grip on you. "i will babe, i will."

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[booksweet]

Once upon a time happened at The Dorms...

request: @nervouscomixbnhafriend | headcanons

starring: Sakusa, Tsukki, Kita, Ushijima

contents: SFW, fluff

— applications for the Haikyuu University are closed —

"Ushiii, why don't you react like them?" Your baby voice echoes throught the living room. The boys all home and spending their time together with you.

"What do you mean, y/n?"

"Ushi, like when I compliment how Sakusa's shampoo smells" The one mentioned stares at you, but the pink on his cheeks shows you that he's flustered again. "Or, when I say Tsukki is handsome with his glasses on."

You smirk when you watch both of them getting flustered again. It's so funny.

"y/n it's because Ushi doesn't fall for your enchanted nature." Kita answers and with a chuckle he says. "By the way, what did you have for lunch today?"

"Hmmmm, nothing that you should worry about, Kita" You change the topic of your conversation. A smirk on your face. "So, do you find my nature... enchanting?"

"Oh, of course, y/n" His smile brightened by his eyes. "Or you think I don't see how those boys" He signed to Tsukki and Oomi. "And Aran get after being next to you?"

You almost blush. Almost.

"Uuuugh" You give him a devil-may-care smile. "But why doesn't it work with him?" Thumbs pointed to Ushi, that sighs.

"y/n I don't really get it when you're flirting with me you know?"

All four of you stare at him voiceless. After some seconds of silence, the room is filled up with laughs and screams. "No way, Ushi!" You laugh and laugh.

After some minutes y'all recovered, Kita turns back to you once more. "Fine, y/n?"

"Yes?"

"What did you eat for lunch today, may you tell me?"

"KITAAAAAA!!!!!!"!

Now you were the one being laughed off while you tried to avoid Kita's question.

[simpingforsoftboys]

The Odds of Us All

CH 3 Part 2/5: The Foxes Burrow

You stood beside Kita, facing the starting members of Inarizaki’s team. Your soulmates were pretty surprised to see you here- but that was a given since you may or may not have neglected to inform them that you would be their new manager.

“This is Ushijima Y/n. She was previously Nekoma’s volleyball club manager- I’m sure some of ya’ have heard of them before. They’re Fukurodani’s main rival- aside from Itachiyama.” Kita introduced her formally, before allowing Y/n to say a few things herself.

“I look forward to getting to know you all! Please take care of me.” You said with a bow. Kita nodded in approval at your brief greeting- concise yet polite- just as he liked it. 

“Today’s extra practice for the senior and starting members. So take yer time with gettin settled in. If ya need anythin just ask me or Aran.” A tall male in a #4 jersey strode up to you, a welcoming smile on his lips as he stretched out a hand for a handshake.

“Nice to meet ya Ushijima! Welcome to the team!” You accepted his hand and shook it firmly.

“Glad to be here Aran-senpai- but please just call me ‘Y/n.’ Ushijima is my cousin-”

“Course- ain’t gonna lie- made me double take the first time I heard it.” They shared a quick chuckle. “Why don’t ya go talk to the other’s? We’ll be right here after.” Aran stepped away to speak to Kita, luckily you didn’t need to go seek out anyone else to speak to- since someone walked up to you.

*Apologies in advance ya’ll, I’m only an anime watcher so I DO NOT have a grasp on Akagi, Omimi, or Ginjima’s characters AT ALL... so please- if you guys have tips please comment. Also I have no idea if Akagi or Ginjima was raised in Hyogo so I’m going to give them a normal Tokyo dialect for now- but Ginjima will have hints of Hyogo dialect- this is subject to change if I get advice. 

“Hi! I’m Akagi Michinari, you’re new right? How’s Inarizaki so far?” Akagi was fairly cheerful- almost like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else. Sure, Kita and Aran were plenty nice but they were more like a parental/older brother sort than friendly.

“Mhm, I just got here two days ago! Everyone here is so friendly- I love it.”

“Hey... this is just between me and you but,” Akagi leans forward, hand covering the side of his face like he’s telling a secret, curious, you lean forward to hear better. “It’s kind of refreshing to talk to someone without the Hyogo dialect. Sometimes I still have trouble understanding what people are saying so I smile and nod.” You two look at each other for a good moment before bursting into actual giggles. 

“Me too actually, I was so lost in Japanese literature- so I just pretended to know what was going on when Kenji-sensei was lecturing.” You whisper back- sending the third year into a fit of laughter. The two of you were oblivious to the jealous stares from the nightmare trio, and the curious looks from the others. 

“Haha- I think we’ll be fast friends Y/n!” The libero says, turning to look at the last two people. “Hey Ren, Hitoshi- come say hi!” A super tall, scary dude with a blank expression walks over, along with a stereotypical alt obsessed looking guy. “The super tall one is Omimi Ren- and the grumpy one is Ginjima Hitoshi!” Omimi doesn’t say anything- instead opting to nod in greeting.

“Hey.” Is all Ginjima says, looking like he’d rather be anywhere but here. 

“Call me Y/n! I was meaning to ask earlier but are there any allergies or food preferences you might have? I was going to bring homemade energy bars but realized someone might be allergic.” 

“Uh, nah I don’t have any allergies.” Ginjima looks pleasantly surprised, though it’s barely noticeable on his face, “I don’t think anyone here has allergies so ya don’t need to worry.” He turns to look at his seniors for confirmation.

“No one has any.” Omimi agrees.

“Great! Thank you... how about food preferences? Any dietary restrictions for you three specifically?” You’re slipping back into your old managerial habits, pulling out a notepad and scribbling down notes. You may not be of any help on the court directly, but you pride yourself on being analytical and taking care of your team. An example of this was how you’d watch Nekoma’s next rival team beforehand, chatting up their players by starting off with simple conversation- and estimating what makes them tick based off their answers. 

“So professional- Shinsuke picked a good one.” Akagi praised, before giving his own preferences (along with Omimi’s), Ginjima spoke after him. Something told you this years team was going to quickly be added to your list of friends.

“What’cha talkin bout over here?” Atsumu slinked over to stand at your side, inserting himself into the conversation. The two third years were unperturbed at his interruption, meanwhile Ginjima looked a little irritated. 

“Just dietary restrictions.” You replied showing him your notebook. “Speaking of which I have to speak to you, Osamu, and Suna about yours. Excuse us-” After politely excusing yourself and Atsumu, you walked over to join the other two.

“Enjoyin yerself?” Osamu questioned in greeting, taking a bite of his senbei cracker. “Never seen Akagi so chatty with someone he just met.” 

“That’s because they were gossiping.” Suna snickered, shooting you a knowing glance. “It was something about the dialect right? He said the same thing to me when we first met.” He laughed at the scandalized/busted expression you wore.

“What d’ya mean?” The vegetable oil color haired twin questioned, tilting his head to the side- Osamu said nothing, content to munch on his cracker. 

“Thank you so much for exposing me.” You ‘thanked’ Suna with a saccharine sweet tone, before answering your faux blonde soulmate. “It’s Tokyo dialect things. That’s it.”

“Oh ok.” He seemed satisfied with your answer, not seeing any reason to doubt you- much to his twin’s, and Suna’s amusement.

“Alright everyone, practice now!” Coach Kurosu called, the gym doors slamming open as he strode in alongside Coach Oomi. “Ushijima- er I’ll just say Y/n yeah? Come over and I’ll give you a rundown on how things work around here.” While the boys began running their warmup laps around the gyms interior, you made your way over to the coaches. “So... says here you were manager of old Nekomata’s team huh? Interestin’ well, it’s the same as any managerial position. Keep the bottles filled, maintain our players morale when you can, and launder the towels and practice jerseys... sound good?” You nodded, already used to the burden of managing a boys volleyball team. 

“Yes, thank you.”

“Oh and here,” he hands you a hefty, sealed envelope. “Your budget for the next two weeks. Anything you don’t spend will be subtracted from the next allowance.” Your eyes widen at the weight of it, but you nod along nonetheless. Money is a friend of yours- the Ushijima’s being a very well off family. “Well the bottles are in the locker room hallway.”

“Right, of course.” Then you left, going to begin the familiar tasks that had somehow become an important part of your daily high school life.

Oomi looked at Kurosu. “Why’d you give her cash? We’re supposed to give her the card?” Kurosu is silent, watching his players with a scrutinizing look. 

“She reminds me of a boerboel.” 

“I don’t follow?”

“I have a feelin that we can trust her.” 

Facts/Trivia

This takes place the very next day after CH3 pt1, ignore the 4d mark on that one cut off tweet please

Tendo has this uncanny ability to tell when someone is trash talking either Ushijima 

Sakusa still doesn’t know that Y/n is Inarizaki’s new manager

None of her soulmates follow her private twitter- or know of it’s existence

Y/n is very efficient at doing laundry/filling water bottles within a small time frame- she has Nekoma vbc to thank for that

Nekoma didn’t have a allowance for their team- so Y/n just paid for everything out of pocket

Yes their budget for TWO WEEKS is about $270 

The only things she can bake well is granola/energy bars, scones, and cookies. Anything else she attempts turns out horribly

A boerboel is a extremely dependable dog breed 

Sometimes when the teachers speak too quickly, Y/n can’t tell what they’re saying so she just stares at them, acting like an attentive student so that they’ll be less tempted to call on her during class

I have no idea how to write for Omimi, Ginjima, Akagi, and both coaches so I’ll just do whatever

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Oh, dear, I fall in love with your Inarizaki manager headcanons! It's too soft~ And can I ask one more? Like Inarizaki jealous reaction if their beloved manager gets hit on by Oikawa (e.g. in practice match)?

— idiots.

⤷ Oh, dear, I fall in love with your Inarizaki manager headcanons! It's too soft~ And can I ask one more? Like Inarizaki jealous reaction if their beloved manager gets hit on by Oikawa (e.g. in practice match)?

synopsis: being inarizaki’s manager HC

pairing: inarizaki & fem!reader

warnings: none

+ thank you so much, sweets! i hope you’ll like this one just as much as the others!

like we established earlier: the inarizaki boys volleyball team is very protective of their sweet manager.

i already see the twins and suna glare at all the guys who dare to hit on their manager.

“who do you bunch of lowlifes think you are?”

you would just nervously laugh, pushing them in to the other direction while apologizing for their behaviour.

you thought it was cute though, so it was fine.

but back to now!

coach oomi had planned a practice match with a team you guys hadn’t had the chance of going against yet.

aoba johsai yay!

you could say that the team was excited, i mean, atsumu could now go against another monster server and amazing setter.

and suna could now talk shit about a new team lol

what they weren’t excited about however, was the exact same monster flirt with you like you’re one of his pathetic fan girls.

even kita was like ‘tf bruh, go away?’

so when oikawa tooru walked over to you in the break they had between practicing... lets just say that you felt their eyes burn into your skull.

“_____-chan, come be our manager! we won’t give you a hard time like those sneaky foxes!”

que the salty and mean comments.

“eeeh? ‘samu, i think i heard someone talk that hasn’t even been to the nationals once.”

“yeah, he talks pretty big for a guy who has the personality of a sewer rat.”

you could just see the vein protruding on oikawa’s forehead.

“iwa-chan, let me just teach those brats a lesson!”

well, oikawa got a ball thrown at his head and the twins got flicked on the forehead by aran.

but the latter first gave a glare to the brunette before going to the twins.

to say that they were annoyed by the bratty guy was an understatement.

kita would give you head pats with a sweet smile before averting his eyes to oikawa, still keeping that smile but now with icy eyes that had chills go down oikawa’s body.

stayawaystayawaystayawaystayaway

but then he turned back to sweet kita.

“thank you for taking care of us, _____.”

lol you could just feel your pupils turn into little hearts every time the captain praised you or would give you the kindest smile ever.

tbh, this is how everyone felt when kita would do that

but oikawa didn’t stop there, oh no, he continued until he got what he wanted.

hit it ‘till it breaks, right?

so he continued putting his arm around you, speaking to you in a sweet tone and just trying to get it on with you.

you were very much aware of how your boys were feeling and what oikawa was doing.

“_____-chan, you’re so cute!”

you’d let out an awkward laugh and look down, running out of answers since he had been talking to you quite some time now.

and you were about to excuse yourself, until you felt a gush of wind go past both of your heads.

“‘m sorry, oikawa and _____! i’m practicin’ my spike serves and it accidentally went to your way!”

you smiled and raised a brow, knowing that he aimed for this direction and hoped that it would hit oikawa with all his strength.

again, hit it ‘till it breaks ;)

eventually, the sun had started to set and all of you were gathering in front of the bus to go back to hyōgo.

but first, oikawa had to shoot his shot and ask for your number.

“_____-chan, could i have your nu-“

and suddenly a shadow loomed from behind you, making your eyes widen.

“i’m sorry, but we have to go now; long road ahead of us ya know?”

kita’s voice was the same as always, only this time there was this sharp edge to them that had the goosebumps appear all over your body.

“it’s not like she would give her number to you anyways.”

that was the only thing suna had said and it already hit oikawa’s nerves.

“well, i’m asking her, so i’d appreciate it if you would leave us alone.”

a bitter chuckle rang through the air before if was completely silent.

“yeah, no. let’s go and dump these losers, _____”

and just like that you got dragged in to the bus by atsumu.

you looked back at oikawa and saw his head cocked to the side with a soft smile on his face.

“cutie-chan, come visit me sometime!”

oikawa was so busy with the foxes that he forgot that a certain iwaizumi hajime existed lol.

he got hit on the head and in the stomach.

and just like that, you guys were in the bus on your way back home.

“y’all are pretty cute when you’re jealous.”

tbh i think inarizaki would be the most jealous/protective of their manager since they either give me protective boyfriend/bestfriend vibes or older brother vibes lol

que pouty atsumu.

“_____! why did you let him flirt with you?”

the tone he would use was whiny and just pretty adorable to be honest.

at the question, kita tiled his head slightly to the side and watched you with his arms crossed over his chest, curious to your answer.

“you boys are my boys, just like i’m your manager. i’m not going anywhere.”

and although they didn’t show it, they were more than satisfied with that answer.

even suna.

[hawks-supremacy]

Baked Goods - Beauty Sleep

a/n: I am sorry to anyone getting notifications for this story as 1:30 am, I don't have a consistent sleep schedule tbh. I don't think I ever have.

Warnings: None?

Word Count: 1.2k

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You woke up the next morning to Shinsuke shaking you gently, “Y/n, come on we have to go soon. You have 45 minutes to get dressed and eat something.” You groaned and waved him off before pulling your pillow over your face. “Seriously Y/n, you need to get up.” He said while pulling the pillow off of your face and hitting your stomach with it.

You coughed as you folded in on yourself, “Hey! That hurt you know.” He laughed and dropped his weapon back onto your bed, “I swear you act more like a brother than a cousin. You know the twins were talking about how you’re all stoic, stern and scary. If they saw how you actually were they wouldn’t be so scared.” You sat up throwing your covers off of you as you glared at your cousin. He shrugged in return and walked out of your room stating you now had 40 minutes before you had to leave

You quickly got ready and went to the kitchen to make a small breakfast. You were about to open the fridge to fill your travel cup when you saw the bright green sticky note. You looked to your cousin who was eating his breakfast, “Hey Shin? Is it okay if I bring snacks for the team? You can’t say no either, I already made them.” You watched as he scrunched his eyebrows together and looked up, “Why ask me then?” You hummed in thought as you filled your cup, “To be nice?” He mumbled a “sure” and went back to eating, “What is it anyway?” He asked after a few minutes of silence.

“Fried Ice Cream Crepes. I know they aren’t healthy, but they aren’t big portions so it's not bad.” You responded looking up from your almost finished breakfast. He nodded and started to clean up his spot on the table, “Come on we need to go.” You cleaned up your area and grabbed the frozen treats from the freezer. You made your way to his truck and off to school you went.

As you entered the school and parked, Shin said he would take the snacks and ask the coach if he could put them in the staff freezer. You thanked him and went your separate ways.

You walked into your class and saw Atsumu and Suna already waiting in their seats by yours, “What’s up losers.” You greeted them plopping down in your seat. “Nothing much, what were you and ‘Samu doin’ talking at 10:30 at night? He came to bed awfully late.” Atsumu was the first to respond, not holding back his onslaught of questions. “Uh good morning to you too Mr. Detective. If you must know on the night of the murder I was baking the team snacks. You can cross check my alibi with your brother.” Atsumu rolled his eyes at your sarcastic answer as Suna gave you a high-five. “I will have you know he was more cranky this morning because of you.” He huffed and faced the front. “I told him to go to bed if he was tired, he insisted on staying up and keeping me company.” You shrugged as the teacher walked in, ready to begin class.

Sitting down with your lunch you looked to Osamu who was to your left, “You know, it really sucks not having you in the same class. Atsumu is boring, also were you really cranky this morning because I kept you up?” He glanced at you and shrugged as a response. You sighed, “I told you to go to bed if you were tired. I could’ve put on music or something. I would’ve lived if you wanted your beauty rest.” He scoffed and lightly shoved you. You shoved him back and you both started laughing as Atsumu and Suna sat down at the table with you.

“What are we laughing at?” Suna asked, tiredly biting into his food. “Nothing, also if I recall correctly. Someone said that they were going to make us lunch for today, and yet here I am with my own lunch that I made.” Osamu rolled his eyes, “I woulda made lunch for ya but I was tired. I’ll make ya lunch tomorrow.” You agreed to the deal and dug into your meal, the small breakfast you had not being enough this morning.

“So who’s all on your team that I need to know about? I mean I’m sure I’ll meet them later, but I want a heads up.” As you asked Suna and Osamu both turned to Atsumu to answer. The blonde twin looked up with a mouthful of food and rice sticking to the sides of his cheeks, “You said he had fangirls? Have they seen him eat?” You turned to the other two as Atumu let out a noise of protest and they nodded.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and wiped his mouth with his sleeve, “The coaches are Oomi and Kurosu. There’s obviously your cousin, Kita and then us. There’s Omimi, Aran, Ginjima, Kosaku, and Akagi. We don’t know who the first years are gonna be yet.” You nodded trying your best to remember all of their names. Yes Shinsuke was going to introduce you to everyone later, but if you were being honest you were terrible with names. Faces were easier to remember anyway.

Lunch ended a half hour later with only one fight happening between the twins because Atsumu tried to convince Osamu to buy him more food. Classes went by fast and before you know it you were standing in front of a, nearly all 6 foot tall, volleyball team. Shin was going through everyone and listening names and positions they play, but you were half paying attention. “What do they feed you guys in the country? The guys at Aoba Johsai were tall but at least half of them were under 6 feet, there’s like what? Two of you under six feet? I’m a Kita, we aren’t known for being tall. I’m gonna need a chiropractor appointment from looking up all the time, and I’m a decent height. Anyway, I made treats.” You set out the box of baked goods for everyone to take. They all thanked you for the treats, some laughing from your small tangent.

After they emptied your container of treats they got to practice, today was mostly warm-ups to get everyone back in shape for the start of the season so you were really just watching. As you watched you understood why the twins and Suna had said Shinsuke was scary. At practice he was more focused and quiet. You were proud of him, he had worked hard to get to this point. You smiled as you watched him giving orders and deciding what warm-ups to do next. You knew you were going to like your time here, even if you missed your Seijoh boys.

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[moonlilith]

POV

↬ Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

↬ Timeline: Timeskip

↬ Genre: Fluff ☁️

↬ Wordcount: 1,282

↬ AN: this is all for your skiyoomi’s simp (also me?) and is this self-indulge? Absolutely. Did I write this fic instead of writing my assignments? Absolutely, I wrote a short iwaoi for Twitter HQ angst week and this one. Do I want to baby kiyoomi? Absolutely. Am I obssesd over his moles? Absolutely as someone who has two moles on their nose. Is this a song fic? Absolutely so listen to POV by Ariana Grande Yuh!

       You tugged your mask that covered half your face opened, showing your face to the man standing between you and your beloved. He smiled when he saw your face, saying that the boys will be done in a few minutes more and greeted you with a warm smile. You nodded happily, tugging the mask open, one hand tight with a bottle of hand sanitizer.  

Just as you entered the familiar gym where the MSBY’s boys were at, Meian catches your sight first, running towards you having enough of whatever was going on with the loud snickers and growling. “Y/n!! You came at the right time; you must save Kiyoomi from murdering ‘Tsumu in cold blood.” He stifled a giggle as your expression didn’t even change.

Atsumu and Kiyoomi bickering everytime was a normal occurrence to you so you weren't that concerned at all. “AH!! Y/N-CHAN!!” Atsumu was the first one who spotted you first as he ran towards you in full speed, making you slightly panicked causing you to run sideways as fast as you could making you bump more into Meian who managed to catch you before you fell.  

    “Tsumu-chan, you scared them!” You heard Bokuto whined at Atsumu for you. You laughed as you thanked Meian and skipped ahead to where your 6 years and counting boyfriend stood. You watched silently as he just stared at you and you knew there was something amiss about him. “Go, take a shower, I’ll be waiting here.” You softly said to him and he nodded but his pinky was lingering on yours longer than usual.  

He went first and you turned towards Hinata who had a curt smile on his face, knowing that you’ll ask him. “What ticked him off?” He nervously glanced at Atsumu but the smile was still plastered on his face. You sighed thanking him before urging him to the showers, keeping your gaze on Atsumu who was laughing with Bokuto. It must have been something that Atsumu questioned and had said that made Kiyoomi like that.  

You stared at the rearview mirror, your eyes catching Kiyoomi’s as he drives in silent with the radio accompanied you guys on your journey back home. “How was your day?” Your eyes glistened, usually after telling him how your days went, he would tell you, his but today he just kept to himself and it raised your suspicion even more when one of his hands were on your thighs. It’s not like you minded his hand on your body, but it was just unusual for you.  

He sat there eating his dinner in silence as you rambled on about your day and things that seemed interseting. Kiyoomi wasn’t much of a talker but this volume of silence is enough for you to know that he was overthinking somethings. Was it something about volleyball? You wondered silently but shook your head since you knew Kiyoomi is confident in his abilities and he isn't one to be swallowed in his weaknesses and instead focus on improving himself.  

“You know that I love you right?” He had said suddenly while you were doing the dishes that you almost dropped the mug that was in your hands. You stiffled a laughter, “Of course Oomi and I love you too.” You said without looking back at him standing near the kitchen island. “Y/n...” He called out to you again, but you only hummed in responses and thought nothing of it until you felt a hand sneaked to your waist, holding you tight. “I was afraid that you didn’t know.” He mumbled inaudibly but you managed to catch that.  

    You smile to yourself and realised. ‘Ah, Atsumu must have said something that made him doubt himself in regard to your relationship.’ Ofcourse you know how much Kiyoomi loves you. You’ve been with him since high school and you are definitely aware of his language of love. You just wished that Kiyoomi can see in your point of view of how happy he made you. If there was a way for you to show your pov of his love to you, you would.

“Oh, Oomi” You softly cooed at him, taking his hand in yours as you led him to your vanity mirror. You let him sit at the stool where you usual sat when you get ready every morning. “What do you see Oomi?” One of your hands was on shoulders while the other was caressing his soft curls. He relaxed more under your touch, but his uncertainties only grew larger as both of you stared back at your reflection in the mirror.  

“Us?” He answered without much thought. “And look at my expression?” You asked again, smiling in the mirror as wide as you can to show him, hoping that he’ll get your message. “You’re smiling?” There were uncertainties in his voice, and you hated that. You hated that he doubts himself when it comes to loving you.  

“Yeah, I’m smiling." Your hand sneaked to tilt his head upwards to face you as you planted a soft kiss on his forehead once, “You want to know why I’m smiling?” He only hummed in response as your lips went towards the two moles kissing it softly as he closed his eyes, “Cause I’m with you.”  

Unfortunately, that wasn’t enough for Kiyoomi to lose his doubts. He kept thinking that you stayed with him just because you’ve become comfortable or was it that you had found comfort in his financial situation. He quickly shut out each ugly thought. He shouldn’t doubt you when you never really did anything for him to doubt for.  

    “Oomi!” You called out to him as he was more or else staring at the television rather than watching the news. You quickly switched the tv to the radio, as you held out your hands to him. He begrudgingly wondered what you were doing but still took your hand anyway. You positioned both his hand on your waist as yours went to his shoulders, swaying him from side to side, letting the music occupy the whole room.

“Tell me the things you love about me?” You whispered softly to him, your head resting on his chest but still slow dancing with him. “I think that it’s cool that somehow, you are fragile like glass. For that I can see through you.” He answered quizzically but you still urge him to continue. “More?” He let out incoherent noises of disapproving but still did as you said anyway.  

“Was that the wrong answer? Should I be more poetic?” He said but continued anyway, “I love that you somehow touch my soul? Like...this is embarrassing. You are not recording this or anything right?” You shook your head no, “Mm feeling down, I don’t like myself.” You lied. He sighs, “For you, I guess I’ll be an embarrassment. Like you are willing to permeate my ego and pride.”

“I love your mouth?” He pauses, “It somehow just says things that we both are afraid to say.” He continued, “I want you to love yourself like I love every inch of you. From my point of view, you’re perfect.” He ended it with a kiss on top of your head, resting them on yours.  

“See, Oomi.” You cupped his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you, “I want you to see things from my point of view too. I want you to know that you always make me feel love, and never once had I doubted whether you truly love me or not. So, see your love from my point of view too.” You smiled as he closed the gap between you two, kissing you. “Thank you,” He smiled.

[echolxss]

I saw what you tagged that post I shared and wanted to say thank you for staying positive even though I was being negative so thank you

awh its no problem!! im usually the type to always look on the brighter side of things haha, thats just me!

[aomineavenue]

Homesick (Miya Atsumu x f!Reader) | 002. a mother’s nightmare

Summary: Six years ago, L/N Y/N wouldn’t exactly say that she loves her life. It had always been problematic but her best friend, Miya Atsumu, since she was eight when she moved to Hyōgo, has always been there for her, and she wouldn’t change it for the world. However, things would always fall apart for her ever since, so she should have expected of such. Running away from her problems seemed like the easiest route to take at the time, so what happens when the past comes barging back into her life demanding answers? Will she be able to confront her demons?

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x f!Reader

Updates: irregular.

Genre: Angst, ANGST I LOVE ANGST, a lil bit of fluff here and there.

Warnings: Language, etc. (Will be mentioned once posted because I don’t want spoilers huehue)

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters except for the reader and my ideas. I do not claim any images used for content in this fic, everything goes out to their respective creators unless it is mentioned that it is mine.

Status: ongoing. | series masterlist

↩ the unexpected | a mother’s nightmare | no other choice  ↪

However, as the door swung open, he hadn't expected the person standing before him. His eyes widen slightly as he feels his shoulders grow tense at the abrupt appearance. "What are you doing here in Kanagawa?"

"Aw," the person before him chuckles, a soft grin playing on his lips as he steps back to pull the door wider, "I miss you too, brother."

Osamu rolls his eyes as he steps inside, "No, seriously. What are you doing here?"

"I can't believe you're here," 

You raise an eyebrow as you took a seat across from him, the soft chatter and calming music in the cafe flowed through the atmosphere, "Well, you said you wanted to catch up."

"Well, yeah..." He trails off sheepishly, "I just really hadn't expected it. Our last meeting only made it seem you were avoiding such conversation."

"You're right. I was, I kind of still am." You answer truthfully, "You have my friend to thank. Something about facing my demons one by one. It has been six years." 

He nods, a small smile on his lips as he spoke. "I suppose I should thank your friend then. Why don't we order something before anything else?"

Osamu stares sadly at the recent text you had sent to him, declining his offer to meet up once again, claiming that you were busy throughout the following week. He didn't want to doubt or push you, it didn't seem like you were pushing him away or anything either, but he still wanted to spend time with you. Only because the last time the two of you had met to catch up with each other, something was bothering him. He didn't know what, but the conversation the two of you shared in the cafe seemed as if you were being cautious with the information you shared. He couldn't blame you. It was going to take awhile before you could open up to him.

He enters the apartment complex that he was directed to by the address given to him, not bothering to scan his surroundings. He didn't know why he was here in the first place. Well, it wasn't as if he had anything better to do in the meantime anyway with his shop still under construction. He had officially made the decision to open his business up in the heart of Kanagawa just weeks ago, he wasn't going to admit it to anyone, but his encounter with you had prompted such a decision. Hence, he had been quite busy himself.

Stepping out of the elevator, he walks down the path towards his destination, stopping at a door with a golden plate with the numbers '210' engraved on it simply, nailed to its wooden structure. He brings a hand up and presses his knuckles against the wooden door before knocking on it gently at least three times to signal the owner of his arrival.

However, as the door swung open, he hadn't expected the person standing before him. His eyes widen slightly as he feels his shoulders grow tense at the abrupt appearance. "What are you doing here in Kanagawa?" 

"Aw," the person before him chuckles, a soft grin playing on his lips as he steps back to pull the door wider, "I miss you too, brother."

Osamu rolls his eyes as he steps inside, "No, seriously. What are you doing here?" 

Atsumu closes the door behind him before following his brother into the vast apartment, Bokuto coming into their line of sight who was sprawled comfortably on one of the couches in the living room, eyes focused on the show being projected from the flat screen television across the room, "We're using the Sports Complex here for our training the next couple of months, I figured it would be better for me to stay here instead of going back and forth between Hyōgo and here, plus coach's apartment is closer to the complex anyway." 

"And you didn't bother to share this information before you invited me over?" Osamu questions Bokuto directly who waves him off with a laugh as he says, "He said he wanted it to be a surprise." 

Osamu lets out a grunt of displeasure at Bokuto's response before plopping himself down next to him, his brows arched in curiosity as he looks around, "And what about the squirt and Sakusa? Will they be staying here with you guys? This place looks pretty big."

"Shoyo's coming over tomorrow," Bokuto shrugs his shoulders, picking up a piece of chip with his fingers from the bag of potato chips in his grasp, "Oomi on the other hand refuses to stay with us because of Atsumu's ‘unhygienic habits’, so he had decided to book a hotel room a few blocks from here." 

Atsumu huffs, running his fingers through his hair as he juts his lower lip into a pout, "I'm clean!" 

"Sakusa probably detest the fact you leave your dirty clothes everywhere," Osamu lets out a laugh, "So how've you been, Bo? I know you've been here the last couple of weeks."

Atsumu huffs, "I'm pretty upset you hadn't met with Bo when I told you, we would have met sooner." 

"I've been busy," Osamu shrugs before he snaps his full attention on his brother at the realization of what his twin was implying, "Wait, you've been here since then?"

"Yeah I have," Atsumu snorts, "Been staying over here with Bokuto, doing some extra training. He actually introduced me to these amazing kids! Reminds me of us, 'Samu when we were younger."

His brother tilts his head to the side, "Kids? You? That's cool, I guess. How do you guys have time to train some little kids while you have your own training?" 

Bokuto nods, "I mean it can be like extra training. I wouldn't want to disappoint them, really. Apparently, I'm the Great Uncle Bo who's the best in volleyball."

Atsumu watches his teammate plaster on a little grin and he couldn't help but let his own smile form at his friend's enthusiasm. "Well, it's only because you bribe them with food. Little Hiro is slowly warming up to me, just you wait, he'll adore me more." He teases.

Bokuto only rolls his eyes at him before glancing over to the wall clock nailed above the television, his eyes widening before scampering around the apartment to grab the things he needed, silently beating himself up for forgetting as the other two watched with amused curiosity. "I'll see you guys later!" 

The twins could only watch their friend move frantically around the room, "Why are you in such a hurry?" 

"I forgot I'm picking up the kids today for training." He huffs, a soft grumble leaving his lips after, "I'll see you guys later." 

"Oi! I should join you picking them up then! Why would Shizuma even ask you?" Atsumu protests, stalking after Bokuto, "This isn't fair. You just want to continue being the favorite uncle." 

Before Atsumu could tackle Bokuto to the ground to stop him, he slams the front door shut right in Atsumu's face. Osamu chuckles at the sight, "Who would have thought you would like kids? What's so important that you have to get those kids to like you anyway?" 

Atsumu walks back into the living room with a pout, "They told me Bo was cooler! It isn't fair, I've been so much cooler to them than he has." 

"Seriously, are my ears deceiving me or are you implying that these kids were enough to crush your pride?" Osamu teases, a small grin playing on his lips. "But really, tell me the truth. I know you. Why are you staying in Kanagawa?" He watches Atsumu shrug, keeping his gaze away from his, "Ah, let me guess? Yumi then? You're avoiding her?" 

Atsumu lets out a groan, "Lately she's been just so clingy and suffocating. It's not like we made things official or anything. I told her myself that I wasn't interested in that kind of relationship."

"I told you not to get involved with her," he chastised, "A few of my friends said she was toxic and yet what did you do?" 

Atsumu can only scoff, "Whatever, she'll go away eventually."

The two brothers continued to converse with each other as if they haven't seen the other in months when it had only been a few weeks since Osamu ventured to Kanagawa for his business scouting purposes. Eventually, Atsumu claimed it was probably time for him to head over to the Sports Complex since Bokuto was probably on the way from picking up the kids he shared to Osamu that he had grown fond of. 

Osamu watches his brother head towards the front door with his gym bag, a million thoughts swimming through his head. You. Should he come clean to Atsumu about reconnecting with you? 

He wasn't dumb, he knew how his brother had come to the conclusion of his true feelings for you ever since you decided to disappear, not that his brother would admit it to anyone, he did know his brother better, probably knew of it before his idiot brother came to realize. He knew what his brother felt since you disappeared. Anger. Regret. He knows that once you had disappeared that his brother had been beating himself up but at the same time he had learned to resent you for leaving him behind, not that Osamu would tell his brother off that if he were to be angry with anyone, it should be at himself for being so blind to your feelings for him. He didn't want to pour more salt to freshly exposed wounds at the time.

Despite you walking out on his brother had caused a drastic change in how Atsumu lived his life, he knows that somehow, deep down, Atsumu will always hold you dear to his heart, not that he would also admit to such, only spewing his distaste for you ever since you had left. He knew otherwise. Of course, a part of him wants to come clean to his brother, but a part of him also wanted to earn your trust first. He remembers how as much as the two of you shared memories created the past six years, you had avoided any formed conversation regarding his twin brother. He was torn.

"Hey 'Tsumu," Osamu calls out just as his brother was about to leave the apartment. Atsumu glances over his shoulders to look at his brother in curiosity. Osamu sighs with a shake of his head, "Ah..."

The last two weeks felt emotional, yet weird for you. The twins started their training with their new favorite Uncle Bokuto, as they so put it much to Asuma and Reiji's dismay. You, as much as the rest of your friends, including Bokuto, were just as shocked when the twins had started calling him 'the great Uncle Bo', of course, you were quick to protest to the twins that Bokuto probably didn't want them to call him such, but with a grinning Bokuto, he quickly claims he didn't mind, repeating the name the twins call him as if it were a term of endearment. You had questioned the twins what had brought on the idea of calling Bokuto their 'great Uncle Bo' and Hiro simply responded with a "because Uncles are cool and he's the coolest so far!". Needless to say, since then, a competition for the Best Uncle title between Uncles had commenced.

The past two weeks since their training had started, the twins seemed to wake up earlier than usual, it was as if they had more energy than they usually had, often barging into your room to wake you up and pestered you to make breakfast before their Uncle Shizuma, who had volunteered to join their training to watch over them, picks them up half an hour early for their training with Uncle Bo and his friend who Bokuto promises to introduce once everyone's schedules were flexible.

However, as the holiday season for Galaxy Standard was fast approaching its end, you were far too busy to accompany their training sessions or even agree to a get together with any of the boys. Luckily, you had an assistant manager to help you around. It was finally a brand new season for the boys to go on tour, and setting up everything was a handful. You barely had any time for yourself.

Before your busy schedule had taken over your life, you were able to reconnect with Osamu at least once like Asuma had suggested. It was a brief meeting, but you enjoyed yourself nevertheless. Of course, you still refused to come clean over your little secret, you just figured it wasn't the right time nor was it something that should be discussed since it was the first time reconnecting with Osamu. Somehow, it wasn't the time to do so with your busy schedule, you were exhausted enough taking care of little pranksters that you call sons, that the drama that might ensue from a bomb confession like that would probably be the cause of your downfall. Dramatic as it sounds, you couldn't afford being mentally exhausted during the hectic upcoming weeks. 

You were grateful that Osamu kept his distance respectfully, not pestering you to be in his company, no matter how eager he had seemed. The two of you texted back and forth, him wanting to set up another arrangement to meet, while you—declining, well you were busy, it wasn't as if you were avoiding him, it was the truth. 

"Uncle Shizuma is taking too long!" Atsuhiko whines from the living room, staring at the front door with a pout, his arms folded across his chest, "Uncle Bo is waiting for us!" 

You couldn't help but let out a chuckle not being used to the twins addressing Bokuto, whom they had just met recently, as their Uncle, as you placed your work tablet on the coffee table, plopping yourself down on the couch that Atsuhiro occupied reading his little storybook about dinosaurs. Your arms instantly wrap around the little boy's body, pulling him closer to you. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, receiving a giggle from his lips as he protests, trying to pry himself out of your grasp. "What? You don't like mommy's cuddles anymore? Are you a big boy now?" 

"No mommy," he shakes his head as he puts the storybook away, only to wrap his short arms around your neck to hug you closer, "I love mommy's cuddles even when I get big. Just tickles." 

The doorbell echoes throughout the room and before you could muster any form of response, Atsuhiko jumps from the couch claiming that he'll answer it. You could only protest with a yell, extracting your arms away from Atsuhiro to follow him in case it was a stranger. 

"Atsuhik—" 

"Uncle Bo! You're here!"

You halt in your footsteps as you blink a couple of times, wondering if you were hallucinating. Why was he here? How did he even know where you lived? 

"Uncle Bo!" Atsuhiro cries out, jumping out of his seat and rushing over after slinging one of the straps of his backpack on his shoulder, his other hand gripping onto his brother's own backpack to hand it over. You were confused at Bokuto's presence, however, your boys showed no sign of surprise but more on the side of excitement, practically giddy that their Uncle Bo had picked them up for training this time. 

Bokuto seemed to sense your confusion and gave you a sheepish smile, "I'm assuming Shizuma didn't inform you. Ah—anyway, he had plans today and said I should pick up the boys instead and take them to training, so he gave me your address. I'm sorry, it didn't cross my mind to contact you first. Is this okay? If not, we can cance—" 

You listen as the man rambles on, the boys waiting (Atsuhiko in particular) impatiently by the door, tugging on Bokuto's hands to grab the man's attention. You cut Bokuto's rambling with a wave of your hand, shooting him an appreciative smile, "No, Bo. It's okay. I'm sure the boys would be upset if you had to cancel training. I trust you enough," you trail off before teasing him with a grin, "You are after all, the great Uncle Bo." 

Your teasing sends warmth to the tips of his ears but he couldn't help but let his mouth widen up to a smile, "I suppose I am. I'll bring them back in one piece, promise." 

"You better!" You let out a laugh, ruffling the hair of your twin boys before bending down to press kisses on their respective foreheads, "Be good to your Uncle Bo, okay? Don't be too hard on him. Have fun!"

They nod their heads and left without another word, you watch them walk away with a smile on your face as they begin chattering with their, just as energetic, Uncle Bo. A part of you was bothered at the fact that your two boys didn't even bother to look back like they used to but, however, that quickly faded when the twins turned around once they neared the apartment complex's elevator, waving at you simultaneously, each yelling out how they will miss you and it instantly warms your heart. They were indeed growing up.

While you returned inside your apartment to continue with preparations for Galaxy Standard's upcoming tour, the trio left the apartment complex and got in Bokuto's car, the man making sure to secure the twins comfortably in the backseat. Hiko whined, practically begging Bokuto to let him sit in front like the big boy that he was, unfortunately, his pleas had fallen on deaf ears as Bokuto drove off. 

As the trio traveled, there wasn't any dull moment within the confinements of the four wheeled vehicle, not even a moment of silence with the twins rambling on about their favorite things to do and adventures they went on, while Bokuto, equally excited to share his own stories.

"Hey Uncle Bo?" Hiko calls out, stopping Bokuto from his own rambling about how he was during his own childhood years. He hums in response as he briefly glances at the rear-view mirror to acknowledge the little boy. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

Bokuto eyes widens at the question, spluttering incoherent sentences that made the twins look at him weirdly. He grips onto the steering wheel as he lets out an awkward chuckle, "Why are you asking?"

Hiro shakes his head at his brother, playfully smacking him on the head which causes Hiko to flinch and yelp out, rubbing his head with his palm to soothe the brief pain. "I just wanna know if Uncle Bo has a girlfriend!"

The man chuckles, keeping his eyes on the road as his grip on the steering wheel loosens up a bit, "Nah, no girl."

"Oh good," Hiko starts, a small mischievous smile forming on his lips, "Will you date our mommy then? She needs a boyfriend, you know."

Once again, Bokuto returns to his sputtering state while Hiro lets out a dramatic sigh, crossing his arms against his chest as he gives his twin a look. "I'm telling mommy." 

"You want me to da—date your m—mom?" Bokuto stutters, bewildered. 

Hiko ignores his brother's glares and shrugs his shoulders, "It was Uncle Rei's idea! Mommy was yelling at him the other day and after mommy pinched Uncle Rei's ear, I heard him grumble how mommy needs to ‘loosen up’ and get a boyfriend!"

Bokuto lets out a laugh in amusement, "Well, why not ask your Uncle Rei to date your mom then? Or Uncle Shizuma."

"Uncle Shizuma has a girlfriend," Hiro claims.

Hiko adds, "Uncle Rei said mommy might end up killing him."

Bokuto chuckles, "then, why me?"

Hiko looks at him weirdly, "What do you mean? You're cool!"

"Do you not want mommy as your girlfriend?" Hiro asks, folding his arms across his chest as if to judge his supposed favorite Uncle, the little boy waiting for the correct answer or else he would have to decide that he would no longer call this man his favorite uncle like he had claimed, "She's very pretty. Do you not think she's pretty?"

"I—"

Hiko interrupts Bokuto with a loud huff, "You better think mommy's pretty or else I'm telling Uncle Asuma on you!"

Bokuto lets out a sigh, feeling warmth spread in his cheeks. He didn't know why, despite them being kids, the conversation itself was embarrassing enough, he wonders if the boys would end up telling you the conversation, or worse, Asuma or Reiji, the teasing would be endless. However, not wanting to upset them both, who are looking extremely impatient and upset waiting, he answers, "Yes, yes. Your mother is really pretty."

Hiko nods happily before looking at his brother with a wide smile. Hiro, satisfied with his answer for the time being, tilts his head as he asks, "So will you date her?"

“Nice receive, Hiko!” Bokuto praises with a huge grin while Hiko throws his fists in the air at his achievement, he looks over to the side with a wide smile, “Hiro! ‘Sumsum! Did you see that?” 

Hiro nods his head in response, giving his brother a thumbs up while the man next to Hiro lets out a happy cheer, “Way to go, Hiko! You’re going to be better than your Uncle Bo in no time, even better than me, your Uncle Atsumu.” 

The little boy that stood next to the bleached blonde man, tilts his head back to look up at him with a raised eyebrow, “You’re not our uncle.” 

Bokuto lets out a laugh, Hiko on the other hand, not really understanding what was so funny, decided to mimic his actions anyway. Apparently, acting like Bokuto would make him look as cool. On the other side of the court, Atsumu juts out his lower lip into a pout at being teased, by a kid no less, “Hey, a guy can dream okay. You two will soon call me Uncle too, and you’ll understand that I’m way better than Bo here.” 

“I can’t believe you’re jealous, ‘Tsumu.” Bokuto teases with a grin, tossing the volleyball over to Hiko who receives the ball with ease due to weeks of practice. “You did it again, Hiko! I’m so happy! I can’t wait to tell your uncles and your mom the progress the two of you made.” 

“I’m not jealous,” Atsumu retorts, scrunching up his features in annoyance, “I just can’t believe these kids think you’re better than me when I’m clearly superior.” 

“But Uncle Bo is so cool!” Atsuhiko exclaims defensively, pointing at Atsumu accusingly with his index finger as if to scold the man for disrespecting his favorite Uncle Bo. He adds, “He’s going to date our mommy, you know.” 

Atsumu wiggles his eyebrows at his friend, “Oh?” 

“What? It—It’s not like that!” 

Hiko stomps his feet and drops the volleyball in his grasp, sending a glare at Bokuto. “Why not?” Bokuto just lets out a nervous laugh, receiving a huff from Hiko who then turns his attention over to Atsumu, “Well, do you have a girlfriend?” 

Before Atsumu can respond, Hiro throws his hands in the air and shakes his head at his brother. “You can’t just ask everyone if they have a girlfriend or not so they can date mommy.” 

Sensing the twins about to start arguing, Bokuto rests his hands on Atsuhiko’s shoulders to avert his attention while Atsumu did the same with Atsuhiro. “Let’s go back to practice, okay?” 

“Hey ‘Sumsum?” Hiro calls out after moving away from the man’s grip on his shoulders to grab a volleyball, “Can you teach me how to serve properly?” 

Atsumu nods, walking to the edge of the court with Hiro trailing behind him, picking up an extra volleyball along the way, “Come on then.” 

However before the two of them could walk further to their destination, Atsuhiro tugs on Atsumu’s jersey weakly, a frown etching on his features. He mumbles underneath his breath, his grip on the volleyball weakening, “’Sumsum...I don’t feel so good.” 

Before Atsumu can comprehend what was happening, he catches a glimpse of Atsuhiro collapsing onto the floor behind him. 

“Hiro!” 

[lemliv]

How often do you, sun and oomy muffin talk?

This is a question I don’t feel like answering. They are my friends :]!! We talk when we feel like it.

[alicemitch09writes]

Canonically, how would the trouble children react or the whole team even (maybe just Kosaku and Riseki) along with the coaches if reader decides to mess with them by announcing that she is, in fact, already in a relationship but sadly they cannot meet said partner because they live in another prefecture (this prank isn’t at all persuaded by her kits.... totally not..... and the kits are truly deserving of an award because they acted so shock and awed, reader is a bit freaked out)

This is so evil and has chaos written all over it, I can’t ignore not answering it.

It was Yoshimichi who instigated it, Asano who helped orchestrate it.

Manager just made an offhanded question if she could leave early tomorrow, because she has plans.

Coach Oomi chimed in, teasingly asking. “Ohhh, a date, (L/N)?”

Without even wasting her breath, very directly, she answered. “Yes, I do.”

And it was like time stopped.

She only told Coach Oomi, but everyone in the gym heard that.

Cue dramatic pause from the two managers-in-training, because it went according to plan.

Two set of shoes practically dashed all the way to her, latching and waving her poor frame.

“SINCE WHEN DID YOU GET A BOYFRIEND!?” Atsumu asked, generally confused.

“HOW AM I THE LAST PERSON TO KNOW THIS!?” Osamu asks next, feeling betrayed.

“IS IT THAT FOUR EYES, KUSAKABE!?”

“IS IT, (Y/N)!?”

Reader really wanted to drop it, but Asano and Yoshimichi begged her not to. So the next day, her supposed date, some of the members were eyeing the gym door expectantly, waiting for their manager’s date.

However, their drills were rather demanding that they had to focus. She had also been calling them out for slacking and wasting their energy.

When the time came that she had to leave, they felt a presence at the door.

Lo and behold, the person at the gym door was just Kaoru, her little brother. Greeting everyone with a smile and wave.

(Asano and Yoshimichi had a field day seeing the whole team this protective over their senior, confirming that yep, she really is irreplaceable as she is invaluable)

[kuroos-moon]

Okay i have 2 questions. 1. Can i be added to the All Over Again taglist? And 2. What happened to us? Why do we not have memory? Why we forget? What happened? I just binge read the last parts and im confused and sad. Oomi stop being mean to us for some reason we don't remember you, im sorry 🥺🥺🥺

Omg im so sorry i just saw this now that you’ve sent me another ask 🥲🥲 as i did no 1 already,, for no. 2 uhm all i can say is that ur questions could be answered by chapter 14-16 i think (based on my outline of the plot)

And thank you for being hurt, luv to know that my angst is effective 😭😭❤️❤️