#osamu hc

[adoringhaikyuu]

hii hii ! I saw that you're taking requests, can I please ask for a pt 2 of that scenario where reader calls their haikyuu boy my man for the first time?? I think it was sooo cute !! with kenma, osamu, akaashi & kita or tsukishima? whoever you prefer from that !! ur writing is so amazing tysm!!! take care girl !!💕

YOU CALL THEM YOUR MAN FOR THE FIRST TIME | 2

characters: akaashi + kenma + osamu + (gn!reader)

notes: i actually completely forgot i wrote that pls

part one / part two

★ akaashi tries to act all unbothered but he's literally blushing. and smiling to himself. also he squeezes your hand that he's holding out of nervous excitement.

★ kenma also tries to act unaffected but the blush on his cheeks gives it away. he tries to hide it with his hair but sneaks glances at you. blushes even more when you catch his eye and smile.

★ osamu smirks all proud, will sit back in his seat, putting his arm around you confidently. he's just proud to be your man and he wants everyone to hear it.

[miruac]

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warnings: not proofread, extremely self indulgent, minor atsumu cameo, word vomit. disgusting word vomit.

a/n: guys why are we making fun of osamu for liking food...i think its cute...that means hes a chub hub and his love language is probably acts of service also i go feral for slight chub <3

in highschool he acts like he didnt care

the typical stoic guy nonchalant guy

but when it came to you? EHEHEHE HE HAD A LITTLE BLUSH ON HIS FACE

the first time you guys saw each other was after an assembly

you were cleaning up, and coincidentally it was the end of the day

tsumu and osamu were racing to see who enters the gym first and ended up fighting...

tsumu THREW osamu and he landed at your feet...you literally had to nudge him w/ur foot to see if he was still alive

he gave you the nastiest side eye bc he thought you were atsumu 😭

but when he realized you weren't he got up so fast and apologized so quickly

ok moving on i rambled 2 much

during the talking stage he's still a little quiet

like he just listens but he remembers everything

you said you liked how his bento box looked?

he got it for you

you said you use only a certain type of pencil/pen because you like how smooth it is?

he got it for you

everyone writes osamu as if he hogs his lunch but its his lunch!!! he has a right to!!! its his food!!!

he always packs a little extra just for you to have </3

atsumus starts wondering why the food in the house disappears so fast but when he saw you and osamu he immediately understood

you frequented the convenience store down the street, whenever it was during your lunch break of after practice

if osamu had to rank onigiri, it would be his moms and then the convenience store

and that says smth knowing how picky his tastes are...

during games you'd be on the edge of your seat

ok this may be ooc but i literally see him mouthing 'this is for you' before he serves and he winks in your direction

I THINK THATS FUNNY YOU GUYS

surprisingly he didnt miss

atsumu teased the HELL out of him

would always walk you home even if it was out of his way

literally wouldn't leave until he saw you go inside HES SO PROTECTIVE

speaking of protective it deffo helps he's actually six feet not like those posers

will tower over you and any guy who even dares approach you like oh hes behind you? everybody RUNS

his mom LOVES YOU

shes not like those stereotypical boy mothers like she does care for the twins but isnt OVERBEARING

hc that he hugs his mother whenever he comes home after a long day </333 nothing is more comforting than a motherly hug

his mom gives you that same hug WAHHH SHES SO WARM AND CUTE I LOVE MAMA MIYA(hey sounds like mamma mia)

osamu invited you over bc you two had to study and she got so GIDDY LIKE HER SON ISNT BITCHLESS

she cooked up a FEAST that night

and know you know where osamu got his cooking skills from

the entire time atsumu was silent but he was lowk sulking that he got kicked out of his room and no one paid attention to him that night.....

is clingy

he is CLINGY

his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch

if hes tired or down in the dumps he'll literally slump over on you

he NEEDS to have a hand on you whenever you're together

even if its like as minimal as you guys linking legs when youre sitting on the couch together that satisfies him enough

my shayla....my shayla </3

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...guys. GUYS. HI!!! im back!!! sorry its been so long, i've actually been so busy with exams and post secondary stuff 😭😭 just recently started rewatching haikyuu during winter break and im back on my osamu brainrot BUT EHEHHEHE HERE WE GO!!!! I HOPE U GUYS LIKE THIS ONE

[calmlb]

“Chuuya wasn’t in Dark Era, why is he in this art??”

wdym, he’s right here 🤨

[loulitzin]

Headcanon: Chuuya being on the ceiling is never planned—it just happens.

One second, he’s standing like a normal person. The next? He’s casually upside down on the ceiling like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Half the time, he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it. Someone pisses him off? Gravity shifts before he even thinks about it. Need to get out of a conversation? Ceiling. Dazai being insufferable? Ceiling. Need a moment to process? Ceiling.

At this point, the Port Mafia barely reacts. New recruits get spooked when they realise Chuuya is watching them from above like some kind of feral gargoyle, but the executives don’t even bat an eye.

Meanwhile, Dazai has an entire catalogue of dumb jokes. “Flew too close to the sun again, Slug?” “How’s the weather up there?” “Should I start leaving food on the ceiling for you?”

One day, Chuuya’s going to lose patience and dropkick him from above.

Might make this a running series of HCs.. someone please draw feral gargoyle Chuuya on the ceiling I will love you forever...

[unicornpopcorn14]

So we all know by now that Dazai is comfortable enough around Chuuya to show nervousness/worry.

Enough times for Chuuya to pick up on that pattern. The pattern, may I remind you, that doesn't have evident correlation to either nervousness or worry to most people. One that can even be interpreted as misplaced given the situation.

Which means that Dazai has done this in front of Chuuya so often, that Chuuya at first was hella confused, before he finally made a connection between when and why it happens. And still remembered that connection after four years of separation. Which gets us to my point:

What if this isn't the only emotion Dazai displays weirdly?

What if he has multiple unconventional patterns he displays for sadness, frustration, content, or disgust? The times he really feels them, and they become too strong for him to just deal with normally? What if these are the only times he's actually being genuine with his emotions?

And Chuuya is the only one who is familiar with them all?

Dazai would be jumping rope and Chuuya would be like, "quit sulking, let's get icecream"

Dazai hanging upside down on the couch and Chuuya going, "It's okay, mackerel. You can cry."

Dazai actually crying, full on heart-wrenching sobs, and Chuuya unironically going, "What, good news?"

It's just... comforting, for one person in Dazai's life to read him like a book. Everyone else would look at him like he's crazy, displaying wrong emotions/behaviors at the wrong time, but Chuuya knows that it's just how he processes feeling properly, and thus he's the only one Dazai can count on to put things into context and understand, which makes him display them even more openly.

Because Chuuya never shamed him for his quirks, as much as Dazai never did his.

[yebyyhfushi]

[heich0e]

osamu boy dad, with a little army of miyas that reign lovable terror over your home.

it reminds him of growing up with tsumu. always noisy. always rowdy. always fun. and just when he thinks the two of you are done having babies, two lines on a pregnancy test the two of you are staring at in disbelief—in that brief window of precious silence between when the boys go to bed and the day's exhaustion drags you both under—say otherwise.

the first time osamu holds your daughter in his arms he can barely see her through his own tears. she's so tiny. so special. so delicate. he's used to his boys, now. used to tossing them around, and riling them up, and chasing them down just so he can slow them for long enough to put plasters over their bumps and scrapes. he worries for a moment that he doesn't know how to treat her as gently as she needs to be, this itty bitty little girl he loves so much.

the first time he sees his little angel deck her older brother for stealing her favourite toy, he realizes he had absolutely nothing to worry about—she's as much of a miya as the rest of them.

[i-eat-mold]

Something

Something unknown to me possessed me for two hours and made me draw this

What should they name dazais new twin? Wrong answers only

[kiksniko]

i am once again sick. have more sketches

[artisticxlly]

Fuck it, Haikyu!! characters and their unusual skills hcs

Ushijima is very good with distinguishing tastes. Like he can tell you if a drink is or isn't diet (combine this with diabetic tendou?? for the ultimately sweet (pun intended) moment of him telling the waitress that his boyfriends drink isn't diet and that he'd like another, please) also this makes him a very good candidate for developing chocolate recipes

Kuroo and Kenma learned some simple sign language to communicate without words (comes in handy when Kenma gets overwhelmed at a party, for example). Sometimes, they use it early in the mornings because neither of them are early birds and get grumpy without caffeine.

Kageyama has a very sensitive sense of smell. He will outright tell Hinata if he changed his shampoo because he can smell it (and because most of the time doesn't like it).

The Miya twins are actually really decent singers if you get some alcohol into them. They are also really good at whistling (it annoys the hell out of their partners sometimes).

Sakusa can mimic people really well (he's perceptive and picks up on their habits and speech patterns really quickly) and his impression of Atsumu has made for quite a few scenarios where their team cannot stop laughing because of how good it is.

Kita can sleep practically anywhere if he's exhausted, he just chooses not to for his own dignity (until he moves in with Aran anyways, who finds him asleep spread out on the floor multiple times).

Suna has a very dextrous tongue, i.e., he can tie a cherry stem in his mouth (do with that information what you want, honestly)

Hirugami can mimic certain animal sounds really well and sometimes does so almost out of reflex (maybe a verbal stim?) when he treats animals at his job (i.e. he'll "mreow" right back at a cat).

Akaashi can wiggle his ears and nose and does it sometimes when he's bored.

Bokuto can walk on his hands when he does a handstand (I mean, overall, I think that he could be very good at gymnastics)

[lacel0veletters]

𝑵𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒑!𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆

[𝑴𝑫𝑵𝑰] wc: 244

Dazai can never beat the high maintenance allegations. He needs you with him at all times. I mean what would he do without his belladonna, he's convinced that if you leave his side he'll die.

That also translates to the bedroom, his long slim fingers have to be on you during ever moment of your love making. He needs to know that you're real. But his way of always having his hands on you always ends up in you being oh so overstimulated. I mean you need to feel as good as you make him.

He loves when you orgasm. His mission every time you two have sex is to break the record of how many times he can make you cum. Not to even mention he has such a high sex drive. He needs sex like all the time. And oh boy his stamina you could be going for hours if you have the right amount of time.

Most of it is just him between your legs coaxing one orgasm after another. Once he's satisfied in how many times you've come all over his face then and only then will he sink his cock into you.

But if you think that once he comes inside you that you'd be done, you are dead wrong. I mean you made him so pent up with the sweet whines that came out of your mouth. So why wouldn't he need to cum 2-3 times inside you?

[adoringhaikyuu]

Hi! i love your writing<3 idk if you still taking requests, but can you do a scenario w/ sakusa, komori, suna and osamu w/ a very shy and insicure s/o? <33

THEIR S/O IS SHY AND INSECURE

characters: osamu + sakusa + suna + (gn!reader)

notes: i don't write for komori sorry!

★ osamu isn't too much of a people person so he much prefers to stay home with you then party or be in a big crowd somewhere. he's always there to make sure you feel safe and he'll bring you on dates in the park or at restaurants when he wants a break from cooking (but he loves cooking for you at home so much). will try to ease you out of your shell here and there, making sure you're comfortable though. introduces you to his friends and brings you along when you're up for it. he thinks you're way too special to feel insecure and he tells you that, compliments you a lot. sometimes in front of other people too cause even though he wants you to be comfortable, he thinks you're the cutest when you're shy and bashful. bottom line, he loves you just the way you are.

★ sakusa likes to keep to himself too so it's not much of a change for him once you start dating. he also like to keep you to himself, so he's not complaining when you don't wanna be around other people. his presence is really grounding to you, you know he'd never let anything happen to you, it's like scary dog privilege, his glare lets people know not to mess with you. his eyes only ever soften for you and he reassures you when he notices you're not feeling too confident. always knows what to say.

★ suna lowkey hates people and can be a little lazy sometimes, so you spend most of your time at home together. because of that, you're never really in social situation that make you shy, if anything, he makes you shy with the way he looks at you and holds you. and he flirts with you all the time, so easily and nonchalant to see you flustered. shuts down your insecurities as soon as they leave your mouth, very bluntly. will not tolerate you slandering his s/o.

[weneeya]

soft kiss m.list | rules

pairing. haikyuu x reader

characters. oikawa, osamu, kageyama, kenma

note. apparently i'm not able to write with anything other than haikyuu, so here i am once again! i'm trying to write with different characters bc i love them all <3 don't hesitate to request!

Oikawa as sharing a kiss after a long time

It had been months since the great Oikawa Tooru had left for Argentina. You had pushed him to leave without a single thought ; it was too much of an opportunity for him to just say no because of you. Yes, you missed him like crazy, but you called each other anytime you could, fighting against the timezone. 

Argentina was so far away, and Oikawa was so busy that you didn't have a single idea of when you would be able to see him again. You tried not to worry too much about this, knowing well that he would feel guilty for leaving like this. 

You were with Iwaizumi, laying down on his couch while telling him how you felt about the distance with your boyfriend. After all, it was also his best friend, he was the best to help you right now. Your monologue was cut off by the bell of the door. You looked up to glance at Iwa who simply shrugged his shoulders. 

“You should go open,” he told you, and you didn’t understand why he would ask you to open the door of his apartment after hearing someone ; but you did it anyway, standing up from the couch to go to the door. You opened it without expecting anything, until your eyes locked on a face you knew too well. 

Your eyes widened and you didn’t even know what to say right now. You blinked a few times, trying to process when you heard his voice. “You didn’t miss me?” Tooru teased you, and the second after you were almost jumping on him. He caught you the second after, keeping his balance so none of you would fall. 

You looked into his eyes, still not realizing that he was really here now. What made you realize it was when he leaned closer to capture your lips, his fingers tangling with your hair at the back of your head to keep you close. It felt surreal, because you haven’t felt him so close since what felt like an eternity. 

You kissed him back like your whole life depended on it, your hands cupping his cheeks. It never felt so strong before, perhaps because you never spent so much time away from each other before. 

What brought you both back on Earth was Iwaizumi clearing his throat behind you, arms crossed on his chest and a grin at the corner of his lips. “At least get inside,” he told you, and Tooru nodded, taking your hand in his to get in Iwa’s apartment. You had no idea for how long he would be here, but you planned on enjoying every moment until he left again.

Osamu as a forehead kiss to check your temperature

You had been feeling sick the whole day, but your boyfriend was sadly not here to take care of you. Osamu had a lot of work to do at the restaurant, and he left too early to even notice how bad you could feel. You decided not to say anything to him while he was gone ; he had enough stress with work, he didn’t need to be worrying about you on top of that. 

When Osamu came home after his long day of work, he simply walked to the living room where he knew he would find you. Except that he didn’t expect you to be half asleep, but clearly feverish. You slowly looked up at him, and you quickly noticed the light frown on his face. 

“What’s going on?” He asked you, crossing his arms as you slowly sat back up on the couch. You sighed a bit, before you explained that you spent the day here on the couch, not even able to go make yourself something to eat. It simply made his frown a bit harder on his already tired face. “Stay here, lay down and don’t move.” 

Osamu left for the kitchen, after he made sure that you were really laying down on the couch while he was gone. He came back in the living room a moment later, with a plate in his hands, which he put on the table next to you. You sat back and he took a seat right next to you. “Eat what you can, but don’t force yourself.” 

You took some time to eat a bit, before you turned around to be facing him. You were about to say something when you simply felt his lips brushing against your forehead. It caught you off guard, his hand resting at the back of your head. He moved away a few seconds later, a bit of worry in his eyes. “You got a really bad fever. Come here, let’s get you to bed.” 

You were too flabbergasted to realize that he was already taking your hand to guide you to the bedroom. You didn’t know what you did to deserve such a sweet man, but you knew he would take care of you for as long as you would need it.

Kageyama as kissing your knuckles to ease your anxiety

Exams were slowly but surely approaching, and as always, it made you a nervous wreck. You weren’t bad at school, never really having catastrophic grades ; and yet, it made your anxiety rise like crazy. You were overworking yourself, spending hours on studying to be sure that you would pass. 

It made Kageyama worry a lot. He was bad at showing it, but he really hated those times because you were staying inside the whole day, not even caring a little about your own health. He knocked at the door of your dorm room, and the light sound he heard from the other side gave him the permission to get inside. 

His eyes met your figure sitting in front of your desk, not even looking up at him when he walked closer to you. He sat on your bed, next to where you were, waiting in silence until you would finally look up from your books. 

“Did you need something?” You asked without looking at him, and it made him frown slightly. He stood up, marking your page before closing the book in front of you. Suddenly, you looked up at him, about to say something, when you realized what was going on. You sighed slowly, putting a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m sorry, I just…” 

“I know,” he told you softly, falling on his knees in front of you. He gently grabbed your hands in his, looking up at you. He was bad with words, he knew it ; and he wasn’t really good with showing it either ; but for you, he always tried his best. 

He raised your hand closer to his face, and his lips kissed your knuckles without saying anything more. You stayed silent too, tilting your head to the side while looking at him. No words were needed, you simply closed your eyes and breathed slowly. He always said he was bad at showing you affection, but you couldn’t ask for better.

Kenma as kissing your nose to watch you blush

Your boyfriend had never been a huge fan of PDA. In fact, he wasn’t a huge fan of physical affection in general. But if there was one thing that he loved way more than he disliked PDA, it was teasing you in front of everyone. It was his little guilty pleasure, he couldn’t lie about it. 

Kenma was currently streaming, and you were doing your own things in the rest of the house. His viewers knew you well. Even if he wanted to keep your relationship a secret at first, people began to notice things and, eventually, he had to properly introduce you to them. It was safe to say that he never missed a chance to embarrass you in front of his whole chat since that. 

He was just chatting with the viewers, when he heard some noise from outside, which made an idea cross his mind. A light grin on his face, Kenma called out for you. It didn’t take you long to join him, opening the door and raising an eyebrow. 

“Come here, please,” he asked you to walk closer, which you did without understanding what was happening. He gestured to you to lean over him, and when you did, he quickly left a kiss on the tip of your nose. It was fast, but it was enough to make your face burn all of a sudden. 

You stuttered a few words which didn’t make any sense, and all he did was to grin at you. You hated how proud he looked right now. You pushed his shoulder, moving away from the camera angle, and it made him chuckle. Teasing you really was his guilty pleasure.

thank you!!

[rosierin]

he said what? | atsumu miya

synopsis; a compilation of atsumu’s stupid innuendos and (y/n)'s unexpected comeback.

a/n; icl this is dumb af, read at your own risk

this fic is part of the off-season quartet™ series! for more, click here :)

One thing about Atsumu—he loves an innuendo.

Like, really loves one.

It’s not even always on purpose. Sometimes it just slips out—smooth as butter, dumb as hell, and way too confident for someone way past the age of fifteen.

He’s got a sharp tongue and a terrifyingly fast brain. Combine that with the maturity level of a teenage boy and the charisma of someone who’s used to getting away with too many things, and well—that pretty much sums up Atsumu as a person.

(Y/n) has known him since they were fifteen. She thought she’d be used to it by now.

She was wrong.

She could still remember some of his dumbest jokes…

Exhibit A: The Shared Bed Setup

It was a weekend trip, one hotel room, two beds. And unfortunately for (y/n), three overgrown boys with zero regard for personal space.

Osamu and Suna claimed the first bed without hesitation, leaving (y/n) to share with Atsumu—who, in a rare show of self-control, was actually lying still for once.

Until she started shifting.

“Ugh,” she groaned, adjusting the pillow again. “I can’t find a good position.”

Atsumu turned his head, already smirking in the dark.

“I can think of a few.”

From across the room, Osamu’s muffled voice cut in like a parental warning siren.

“No one asked, man.”

(Y/n) smothered him with a pillow.

Exhibit B: The Smoothie Scene

Osamu had just finished making post-workout smoothies—one of those weirdly thick, borderline gloopy protein-packed ones that could double as cement.

He handed hers over proudly. “Strawberry banana. Real fruit. No sugar.”

(Y/n) took a sip. It was good—cold, creamy, but the texture really did throw her off guard.

“Jesus” she said. “It’s so thick.”

She should’ve known better.

“Ya like it that way, huh?” Atsumu grinned from behind his own glass like he’d been waiting all day for that setup.

(Y/n) exhaled slowly, closing her eyes in silent prayer. “Don’t.”

Suna, who was sat on the floor with his back against the couch, didn’t bother to look up.

“It’s 8:17 in the morning.”

Exhibit C: The Baking Scene

Osamu was feeling domestic, so naturally, everyone else was dragged into a cupcake-making session against their will. (Y/n) was reading out the recipe, Atsumu was licking batter off a spoon he wasn’t supposed to be touching, and Suna was there for moral support only and nothing else.

“Okay,” she said, scrolling on her phone. “It says to beat it for five minutes—”

“I’ve gone longer,” Atsumu said smoothly, without an ounce of shame.

There was a long pause.

Osamu sighed, not even surprised. “We’re talkin’ about eggs, for fuck sake.”

(Y/n) put down the bowl, debating walking out the kitchen. “Honestly I'm just not gonna speak."

Exhibit D: The IKEA Furniture Scene

The mission: build a bookshelf.

The reality: two mental breakdowns, splinters, and a tiny Allen key that had no business being this powerful.

Osamu was reading the instructions like it was ancient scripture, Suna was lying on the floor pretending to help, and (y/n) was trying to force a stubborn wooden peg into a misaligned hole.

“This won’t fit in the fuckin' hole,” she huffed, pushing harder.

Atsumu, lounging beside the scattered box of parts, raised an eyebrow and purred,

“Want me to give it a try?”

(Y/n) clenched her teeth. “I swear to god.”

Suna chuckled despite himself.

Osamu sighed. “Ya walked into that one.”

Exhibit E: The Workout Scene

Someone (Atsumu) had declared it “Group Fitness Day.”

Someone else (Osamu) had refused to participate unless there were snacks after. Suna had stretched once and called it a day.

(Y/n) actually tried. She followed a YouTube Pilates video, flailing through positions that felt scientifically designed to break her spine.

By the end, she collapsed onto the floor, groaning, “God, my legs are so sore.”

Atsumu barely missed a beat, flashing his stupid bedroom eyes at her. “Must’ve been a good session.”

(Y/n) glared but was too exhausted to retaliate.

She had surrendered both physically and mentally.

Osamu smacked him for her.

Exhibit F: The Moving Day Scene

Helping a friend move was always a mistake. Doing it with these three? Borderline masochism.

The van was full. The elevator was broken. (Y/n) was carrying a suspiciously heavy box labeled “light stuff :)” in Atsumu’s handwriting.

“This is heavier than I thought,” she huffed, adjusting her grip.

Atsumu who was climbing the stairs behind her, grinned. “That’s what she said.”

Suna smirked. "Classic."

(Y/n) let the box drop on Atsumu’s foot.

Exhibit G: The Jenga Scene

It was supposed to be a peaceful night. Snacks, a movie, maybe a board game.

Emphasis on supposed.

They were five rounds deep into an increasingly vicious game of Jenga. The stakes? Loser had to do the dishes and let the others post one embarrassing photo on their story. And with Suna—serial picture taker, blackmail king—there was no room for failure.

(Y/n) was locked in.

Unfortunately, she’d been paired with Atsumu.

And Atsumu… did not have what one might call a delicate touch.

He was moving way too fast, yanking blocks like he was hurrying to defuse a bomb.

“Stop!” (y/n) snapped. “You’re moving too fast!!”

He glanced up, grin already forming, offering a cocky little shrug. “Heard that before.”

(Y/n) reached for the nearest block.

Atsumu threw both hands up. “Joking! Joking!”

Suna’s grin widened as the tower crumbled before them, securing his sweet, sweet victory.

Osamu gave his twin a long, tired look. “Yer gonna get yerself smacked.”

Exhibit H: The Ice Cream Scene

It was a brutally hot day. The kind that made pavement shimmer and ice cream trucks emerge from the shadows like seasonal beasts.

Naturally, (y/n) sprinted for one as though her life depended on it.

Now she sat on the curb, cone in hand, doing her best to keep the scoop from dripping onto her shorts.

“It’s melting too fast,” she complained, frantically licking at the sides.

Atsumu leaned over her shoulder, smirk detectable in his voice. “Guess ya gotta lick it faster, babe.”

She froze mid-lick.

Slowly, silently, she turned to glare at him.

Suna reached over and gently turned her head back toward the cone. “Don’t make eye contact.”

Final Exhibit (and the exhibit nobody expected): The Head Bump Incident

It happened quickly.

One second (y/n) was standing on the kitchen stool, reaching for a bag of crisps someone had stashed in the top cabinet.

The next—

Thunk.

She misjudged the angle. Her head collided with the cabinet edge. Hard.

“OW—”

The stool wobbled. She stumbled off, clutching the side of her head, blinking stars out of her eyes.

Atsumu was the first on the scene, hands hovering awkwardly like he wasn’t sure whether to help or make fun of her.

“You good?” he asked.

(Y/n) winced. “Fine.”

He squinted. “How’s yer head?”

She paused.

Blink.

Then, slowly, dramatically, she tilted her chin, shot him a lazy smirk, and said—

“Never had any complaints.”

Osamu and Suna whipped their heads toward her thinking they'd misheard.

Atsumu took a minute to process her words.

Then—

His eyes went wide.

And his face split into the biggest, dumbest grin known to man.

He slapped her shoulder with a bark of laughter. “Atta girl!!”

Osamu shook his head but couldn’t hide his chuckle.

Suna closed his eyes and mentally checked out.

(Y/n) beamed, still rubbing her sore head. “I’ve been saving that one.”

“Proud of ya,” Atsumu said, still grinning. “That was good."

Then, after a beat:

“Are ya serious though? ‘Cause I can be the judge—”

She swatted his arm before he could finish his sentence.

"No."

[clawsdevour]

his marks

wc: 0.2k content warning: osamu x reader, suggestive, mention of marking/lovebites, hc that osamu loves to see u w/ his marks..., not proof read

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Head spinning in tune with the increasingly intimate atmosphere. The sounds of Osamu's lips sucking on your warm skin, sloppy wet noises resonating in your ears the more he goes up and down your neck.

Leaving behind his red and noticeable marks that showed others that you are his. His droopy big eyes exchanged snarky glances from beneath.

Your fingers gripping onto the back of his grey and dark brown hair, stroking his locks in between your digits. His heavy body casually lays on you, arms wrapped around you to secure you in place.

The breeze whooshing over the red bruised looking love bites on the top of your chest, just right above the hem of your tank top. The glistening leftover saliva sitting in small pools on the surface of your skin.

His soft nips work at the contours of your face. Moving down to kiss your jaw, as if sampling all of you. His hand is under your thin tank and on your bare breast, kneading and massaging your tit like dough. A nipple in between his two thick fingers, almost in a pinching motion while you whimper in arousal.

"Ya taste so good.. I can't stop."

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Can we all agree that teen Dazai bites? I don't know why, but teen Dazai just looks like he would bite people. Specifically Chuuya.