#osamu hcs

[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."

masterlist here

[euphoricimagination]

First Interactions

Feat. Oikawa, Kuroo & Osamu

Oikawa

Your friend has been bugging you for what feels like forever for you to go to see the volleyball team practice with her, and you have been denying it for the same time. It’s not like you didn’t know that your school was one of the power houses in the whole Miyagi when it comes to volleyball, you did know that. You’ve seen them play, and you actually like them enough to go to support them in official matches.

It’s the amount of girls screaming what annoyed you.

You understand it, really, Oikawa IS handsome and has a flirty personality, it’s no wonder so many girls like him. But you’ve never been fan of loud places when it’s not in the appropriate place. On a real match? Sure, it makes sense to cheer loudly for them, but it was unnecessary on a practice match.

But still, your friend has tried so hard to convince you that you could at least accept once.

You were entering the gym, but since you didn’t come here often outside of PE classes, you enter the building through the normal doors instead of the ones leading to the viewing area. A big mistake from your part.

You could hear the sneakers running around, the loud sounds of the ball hitting the players arms. Seijoh versus a school named Karasuno. After a point passed to your team, you started looking for some stairs to get out of the floor, completely missing that the infamous Oikawa was about to serve.

A loud sound from his hand hitting the ball and a loud sound from the ball hitting the court was enough to make you look that way. Just on time to see the ball coming directly at you with an ungodly speed and force. You hear some screams your way, but couldn’t make up what they were saying to you, you were only able to lift up your arms right before the impact.

Before you realize it you were on the floor, your wrist hurting so much that you couldn’t even scream in pain. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were watery; yet you could hear sneakers getting closer and some shadows appearing in front of you. They were moving their mouths, but you couldn’t make up any sound until someone kneel in front of you, making you sit properly while holding one of you arms.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?” you finally were able to process, your vision less blurry helping you make out the brown hair and worry eyes of the perpetrator of the serve. A bunch of the players looking at you with worry

“My…my wrist” you say. At that Oikawa takes your wrist on his hand carefully, making you gasp in pain

“She should go to the infirmary, Oikawa’s serves are too strong for a normal person to take” one of the coaches say as the players quickly start to disperse to resume the game

“I suggest Shittykawa to take her there. He hurt her, he should do it” said the spikey black hair dude, hitting the back of the Captain’s neck when he complained “or I could always punch you”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take her” Oikawa says, helping you up carefully “Let’s go”

The walk towards the infirmary wasn’t long, but it was awkward to the say the least. You knew he didn’t hit you on purpose, yet you didn’t know what to say to him. Once there, the nurse instructed him to hold an ice package on your wrist for a few minutes before bandaging it up, so you both stayed in silence sitting there, you in a horrible pain.

“I’m…I’m sorry” he finally says “I did saw you there, but I didn’t thought the ball will go directly at you. I’m still working on controlling that serve”

“It’s okay, I guess I shouldn’t have enter that way” you also say

“No, it’s totally my fault” he lifts up his head, looking at you with a small smirk on “if I didn’t knew better I would think that you did this just so I could hold your hand”

“You are full of yourself, not everyone likes you, you know?” you defended yourself, hearing him laugh

“And yet I’ve seen you in every match I’ve played” he smirks again, making you blush. He has noticed you multiple times, something about you always makes his eyes find you even in the largest of crowds. Maybe it was because you absolute indifference towards him in particular, maybe it was because you solely seem to focus on the sport, but that was enough to spark some interest in him.

“Me liking volleyball has nothing to do with you” you say blushing

“Sure…Let’s have a fresh start, okay? One that doesn’t involve me hurting your wrist?” he smiles at you, that smile that he gives whenever he wants something. And that something now was getting to know you.

After returning to the gym, this time entering through the right doors, your friends greets you excitedly, asking a bunch of questions about Oikawa. However now you’re with a hurt wrist and a promise to grab some coffee after the match finishes.

Kuroo

You were late.

You were on cleaning duty for your class today and were supposed to meet your classmate around 10 minutes ago to start arranging the tables and chairs, but something had happened in the subway and you had to go on a big detour just to be able to arrive on time.

You quickly took the school shoes out of your locker and put them on, getting it done on a record time in comparison of how you normally do it. However, is well known that speed can blind you from your surroundings, which was the case here.

Kuroo had arrived while you were getting ready to put your shoes on. On a normal morning he would say hi to you, after all his shoe locker was a mere few rows away from yours, but he saw how quickly you were doing your things. Honestly, he didn’t even knew that your locker was near his. He had see you around more than one more time, walking to your classrooms, on school events and such, and he honestly had thought more than one more time how pretty and elegant you were; however, since he has captain duties early in the morning and until late in the afternoon, he hadn’t found the time to properly greet you.

Until you bumped into him.

Once you were ready with your shoes on you immediately turn around to run towards the classroom; however, instead of finding a free corridor, you only found something sturdy in your way, crashing directly on it and almost falling if it wasn’t for some arms wrapping quickly around your waist. You look up to find out that you had bump into the chest of the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the volleyball team that was making noise not only for his handsome looks but also for how smart he was. When did he got here? How did you not noticed? Those were the questions running around your head.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you arrive” you say apologetic, only to receive a light laugh and a big smile

“No problem! Be careful though, speed is a curse, it narrows your view and makes it harder to breathe” he says, stabilizing you before letting you go “what are you even rushing for?”

“Eh... I’m late, I’m on cleaning duty today” you manage to mumble, still in shock

“Late? It’s 7.15 and classes start at 8.45, I would say that’s plenty of time to get your class ready” he smirks at you, which grows even wider once you realize the time.

“Ah” it’s the only thing you manage to say, it turns out you weren’t even late. This only makes him laugh louder

“Well” he starts saying as he stops laughing “since you’re here already and I could probably bet you didn’t even had breakfast, want to go and grab something from the convenience store with me?”

“Ehh…sure, why not” you say quite embarrassed, chuckling at your own mistake “I’m Yn by the way”

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he smiles at you widely “next time take things slowly, okay?” he says as he waits for you to change back your shoes. Sure, he had to be at the gym by now, but he could arrive late once in a while for occasions like this.

Osamu

Your day has been getting worse and worse by the second…or at least that’s what it feels like right now.

First thing in the morning you somehow managed to get your locker confused with someone else’s, almost getting into problems when a teacher find you there. Then you received a bad grade for a test that you actually did study for. And now that it’s lunch break you made one of the Miya’s fan girls mad by simply existing.

Well, being in the same class as Miya Atsumu has always been full of squeals of girls, random confessions throughout the day, and an unbearable amount of random gifts sparse through the floor; so in a way you were used to being around those type of girls. Today, however, your teacher decided to pair you up with the famous Miya.

It’s not like you didn’t like Atsumu, despite his cockiness he’s actually quite nice and even caring; which showed when he approached you during lunch break and sit with you when he saw you alone in there. It was a great gesture, you knew that he did it so you wouldn’t be left alone, and you knew that he didn’t know what the implications for that may be.

His fans were staring at you like you were the most disgusting person ever.

This lasted until Atsumu had to leave to some quick meet up with his team, when one of those girls decided to drop her water on you ‘accidentally’. This leads you here, outside of the school grounds and in front of the vending machine trying to buy a goddamn coffee to feel some comfort through this horrible day. But of course, the machine decided to not work this time, it didn’t even gave you your money back. Nothing could be going worse today.

“Fuck!” you cry in despair, kicking the vending machine to release some of your lock down emotions

“Hard day?” you hear from behind as you lay your forehead in the cold machine

“Horrible” you whisper without even looking back

“I saw my brother talking to ya through lunch, did some of those stupid girls did something to ya?” you hear, making you curious about who was talking to you. The other famous twin was looking at you in a mixture of confusion and empathy as you turn around and lay your back against the machine

“Yeah, but honestly the whole day has been awful” you admit to him “and now I can’t even drink coffee”

“Ha! That machine has some weird tricks on it” he says, moving closer to it and carefully moving you aside. He puts some coins on it and press the button hard, the sound of the drink going down as he puts more money to buy something else. Right after he hands you one of the drinks, the coffee you tried to buy, not before opening it up for you “Ye’re Yn, right? I’m Osamu, my idiot brothe r has said some things about ya, how ya were a good classmate and all”

“Yeah, that’s me” you drink a sip of the warm coffee, finally some comfort rushing through your veins. You didn’t know if it was for the coffee or Osamu though “Thank you for the drink”

“Well of course, if ye’re having a terrible day I can at least offer ya some coffee” he says with a small smile. He has heard some things about you from Atsumu, however he recently started to notice you himself whenever you both go to the nearest convenience store to buy some food or when you pass next to him in the halls, always exchanging a snarky remark with his brother and a polite smile to him

“I can’t wait to this day to be over” you sigh

“Ya know, our captain just told us we don’t have practice today…do ya wanna go grab some food after class?”

“Food? After class?” you say incredulous

“Yeah, that way ya have something better to look forward until the day is over. It’ll be my treat too”

You look at him surprised at the sudden invitation, and honestly, a little worried as well, he also had a lot of fans here. However he was right, this day has been one of the worst ones so far, so why not take this opportunity to go out with this boy?

“Sure” you smile

“Then look forward for that instead. See ya” he says leaving, a smile on his face too.

[etoiile]

respectfully if osamu

a. heard me say smth and then get shy abt it and tilted my chin up with two fingers and said "what was that?" or "didnt quite catch that, doll" with this like teasing sexy ass smile but like a low sultry voice

b. picked me up and tossed me around like a sack of potatoes

c. cooked for me with some good music playing and then took breaks to dance with me when either one of us particularly like the song (or if its a good dancing song)

d. breathed sexily

i would pass away. goodnight.

[iloveslllycatss]

runa ml idrk if u do this type thing so if not ignore this but what ab osamu w/ an s/o who's atsumus bsf i feel like that would be so cute

also im working on the rq u sent me a few decades ago rn. im done with my procrastination era

𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘩

❂ you were atsumus best friend since last year (first year)

❂ you loved atsumu but ever since you layed your eyes onto his twin brother, it was love at first sight fr.

❂ he was ur EXACT type. not that loud? check. cute? check. not a blonde 😐? check. tall and athletic? check.

❂ he was a walking green flag istg

❂ when u told atsumu about this little crush of yours, he FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.

❂ I’m talking full on fake feinting.

❂ he was supportive but it doesn’t come without teasing.

❂ before osamu met u-met u, he thought u were okay. sure u were pretty but that’s about it

❂ until he actually met u-met u.

❂ you guys met when atsumu wasn’t home and you went over to his house and stayed there to wait for him

❂ you guys surprising had a really good time together, lots of things in common 

❂ he likes to cook, you like to bake / he likes to play volleyball, you like to watch volleyball etc etc

❂ after you two got together it was like chaos found a new definition.

❂ at first it was hard to balance your time for school, your boyfriend and your best friend

❂ u slowly got used to it tho

❂ atsumu still loved to be around you. but there was absolutely NO WAY he would EVER stay to b a third wheel when osamu was around

❂ like one time you and tsumu were watching a movie and making fun of the characters together until osamu got home

❂ “hey baby, hi idiot.” 

❂ “hi samu !!” 

❂ you got up to hug samu and give him a kiss until u heard tsumu groan

❂ “oh come on the movie JUST NOW finished… i’m heading out, can’t allow myself to b a third wheel.”

❂ “sthu dumbass u just mad that u can’t pull sb as pretty as y/n”

❂ “samu ur so cute. tsumu u just mad u single”

❂ atsumu doesn’t even sleep in the same ROOM as u two when y’all cuddle

❂ because apparently “i don’t want to b there when u guys fuck 😞”

❂ hes dramatic asl

❂ you still hang out with him plenty though

❂ he is your best friend after all

this was so rushed fr. not proofread or nothing 😞 

jisu u hope u like this 😢 

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞 

[verslxt]

jayla thinks at 4:29am also its the first day of finals where i live and i got cramps that hurt like a bitch. am i going to punch someone today? is it going to be that hoe i can't stand. lets find out together

thinking about dilf!osamu who saw you walk into his store with your friend so you guys could watch the game together

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you looked amazing in that dress

thinking about dilf!osamu who came up to you and your friends and kept a particular eye on you

thinking about dilf!osamu who caught you after the game and asked you out

"i noticed that you were staring too"

"oh shit you saw that"

"yea, i did"

thinking about dilf!osamu who took you on a wonderful first date, a picnic at the park

thinking about dilf!osamu who didn't wanna tell you about his son who was about 13 at the time. he thought it would make him look old and you wouldn't wanna be with him any more

thinking about dilf!osamu who was a nervous wreck when he saw you pull into his driveway, but his nervousness settled when he saw you pull out a carseat, for a baby

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you wouldn't like him after you realized he had a kid but now that he realizes that you have a kid he's even more in love

thinking about dilf!osamu who loves milf!yn as much as ever

thinking about milf!yn who saw osamu and instantly fell in love. the way his shirt fit so tight around him. ugh in love

thinking about milf!yn who went home and told her daughter all about him. being surprised when a smile adorned her babies face once she started talking about osamu

thinking about milf!yn who could not find a babysitter so she took her daughter with her to meet osamu's son

thinking about milf!yn who was surprised her daughter didn't cry with osamu. she just stayed there, looking at him

thinking about milf!yn who fell even more in love with osamu that day

thinking about milf!yn who facetimes osamu every night so that they can see each other and her daughter can see her future dad

thinking about milf!yn who told her daughter

"if this works out correctly, you'll have a new daddy"

thinking about milf!yn who really likes dilf!osamu

[periwnklblu]

haikyuu headcanon: the miya twins love musicals. especially atsumu. like show tunes are always some of his favourite songs.

i can totally see that omg

it all happened one day, when Atsumu fell too ill to go to school that he stayed home from school that day. he swears he fell asleep watching family feud but a few hours later, he’s awoken to random dance breaks and cheesy songs about falling in love

and he was hooked from there. his eyes completely engrossed in the tv until his brother and mom come home for the day and he’s scrambling for the tv remote

osamu is going to do what all good siblings do: make fun of his brother. he teases him whenever he overhears atsumu watching clips of a musical on youtube and is ready to tell the entire inarizaki team about his brothers new guilty pleasure.

but (un)fortunately for osamu, he shares a room with atsumu and before he knows it, the gray haired twin finds himself humming along to defying gravity.

bonus hc’s:

- atsumu 1000% believes he can hit all the notes in defying gravity.

- osamu fell in deep for phantom of the opera. no i will not be elaborating

- the twins eventually got their mother into musicals and whenever it’s time to do their chores around the house, the speakers are blasting their playlist of favorite show tunes

overall, 10/10 headcanon, atsumu and osamu are sluts for musicals.

[doumadono]

Emergency request. I've been facing a challenge with aural hallucinations lately due to my schizophrenia. Surprisingly, the one thing that provides solace amidst this struggle and eases my anxiety and mental pain is watching storms, as cliché as it may sound. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness cast by the clouds seem to bring me some peace. Could I perhaps request some comforting fluff with Osamu from Haikyuu and a female reader watching the storm?

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear about the challenges you've been facing with aural hallucinations. It's not cliché at all to find solace in watching storms. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness can indeed offer a sense of peace amidst such struggles. If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here to listen and support you ♥ ♥ ♥ Also, this is my first attempt at writing for Haikyuu!

MASTERLIST

The school was empty, save for a few lingering echoes of the day's intense volleyball practice. The hallway leading to the sports hall was dimly lit, and you found solace in the quietness it offered. The weight of your recent struggles with aural hallucinations weighed heavily on your mind. As you sat there, your senses heightened, you heard the first distant rumble of thunder, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As if on cue, the rain began to pour outside, its soothing cadence filling the otherwise silent corridor. You closed your eyes, allowing the rhythmic sound to wash over you, offering a brief respite from your inner turmoil. It was moments like these, with the world outside in turmoil, that somehow brought you a semblance of peace.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu Miya had just finished his rigorous training session. He'd noticed your presence from afar, sitting alone in the hallway, seemingly captivated by the storm. He approached you, his footsteps muffled by the sound of the rain.

"Quite a storm, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice soft yet steady. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice as smooth as the rain itself.

Startled, you opened your eyes and met his gaze. Osamu's grey eyes held a certain depth, as if he understood the turmoil that you were going through.

"Yeah," you replied with a small smile, "I find the sound of rain oddly comforting. It helps me forget about any obstacles, even if just for a moment."

Osamu nodded in understanding, and he took a seat beside you. The two of you sat in companionable silence, listening to the symphony of raindrops on the windows and the occasional thunderclap. It was as if the storm had cast a protective barrier around the two of you, shielding you from your troubles.

As a student of Inarizaki High, your connection with Osamu ran deep. You had shared classrooms, and faced the challenges of adolescence together. Your bond had been forged through years of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken understanding that came with growing up side by side.

"The rain has a way of washing away the troubles of the day, doesn't it?" Osamu mused, his gaze fixed on the raindrops racing down the windowpane, his breath hard as he was right after a training.

You nodded in agreement, finding it easier to express yourself in this quiet, shared moment. "It's like a chance to start anew."

"You know," he began softly, "I find comfort in the simplicity of moments like this. No need for words, just the rain and the nice company, and the world seems like a better place instantly."

The soothing sound of rain had gradually lost its calming effect on you as your thoughts grew darker again. The weight of negative emotions and worries about upcmig exams intensified by the ongoing struggle with aural hallucinations, pressed down on you like an insurmountable burden. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the flood of sadness, frustration, and fear that threatened to engulf you. "I… I can't…"

Feeling your distress, Osamu gently took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch was tender, a silent reassurance that he was there for you, just as he had been since your days at Inarizaki High. As he held your hand, his thumb began to trace soothing circles on the back of your palm, the gentle motion creating a sense of comfort and connection that words could not convey.

The simple act of his fingers entwined with yours and the soft caress of his thumb were like a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. It was as if he was silently whispering, "You're not alone, I'm here, Y/N," through his touch. The warmth of his hand in yours, the sensation of his thumb moving in those calming circles, all served to ground you in the present moment, helping to ease the turmoil within. "I've got you," the boy whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear. "You don't have to face this alone, Y/N. I'm always here, right?"

You turned to him with a faint smile, nodding. "You know, there's something oddly comforting about storms. They drown out the noise in my head…"

Osamu raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He understood that sometimes, words weren't necessary.

As the storm raged on outside, the two of you talked about everything and nothing.

He might not have been the most expressive person, but there was a certain warmth in his presence.

Eventually, you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, feeling the comforting solidity of his presence. Osamu didn't protest; he simply adjusted his position slightly to accommodate you better. His volleyball jersey's fabric, adorned with the bold Inarizaki High emblem, was soft in touch.

As the rain poured down, washing away the worries of the day, you couldn't help but be grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquility with him by your side.

[thevinsmokerlaw]

WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .

✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo

✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!

✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.

"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.

"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.

✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.

"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.

"why?"

"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.

"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).

"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.

"uncle suna."

"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.

a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."

"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.

"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.

"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."

and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.

✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).

"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.

"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.

"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.

"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.

"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.

✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).

"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.

"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.

"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.

she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"

"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.

"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."

"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.

"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.

"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.

"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.

[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

[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."

[kiksniko]

i am once again sick. have more sketches