#osamu miya x reader oneshot

[causenessus]

hihi congrats on 1k! could i get 🍺 with osamu? maybe they end up stargazing after getting tipsy and osamu is reaffirming his love for reader while she’s just rambling on about how pretty the stars are and how they remind her of him. tysm in advance i love your works hehehe

sweetest. | miya o.

osamu x f!reader

written in 2nd perspective

prompts from 1k followers event: 🍺 -> drunk

"everywhere, everything / i wanna love you 'til we're food for the worms to eat / 'til our fingers decompose / i'll keep my hands in yours" from everywhere, everything by noah kahan

word count: 1.6k words

notes: fluff! reader and osamu are in an established relationship and both attend culinary school or something like that :) sorry if any ideas or terms are incorrect!!! hi i'm still alive!! happy december^^

it felt like a scene from a movie; something you’d watch during the middle of the film, not quite the end of a couple’s story, but far from their beginning.

he had his hand in yours, pulling you forward, further into the field, the only sounds being the grass brushing against your shoes and the giggles coming from both of you as you stumbled forward.

“samu– stop pulling so hard– ‘m gonna fall,” you gasp, trying to catch your breath; the result of laughing too hard and the long trek here from your dorm. what started as a celebration of passing your shared final with a single bottle of soju had turned into a trip to the grocery store and then a race to a nearby field.

god knew what time it was now, but it hardly mattered. classes had finished and the coming spring was beginning to melt the last snowfall. the sky was clear and the bleeze that blew your hair to the side was nice and pleasant.

osamu had only given you a grin in return for your complaint, tugging at your hand one more time especially harshly, causing you to exclaim as you were drawn flush to his chest. he hadn’t even bothered to change out of his shirt from earlier in the day, and you could still smell the strawberries you’d both used in your final dish during your pastry class. you weren’t sure if the reminder of the dish was good or bad– you’d both passed with flying colors (luckily) but it had been the final you were most nervous for.

his arms around you made the thought drift away before you could decide, as wrapping your arms around him was the only thing you could think of while you both continued to stumble forward.

however, being so close to him, you felt when his foot hit something hidden with the grass, and your world seemed to flip as the both of you yelped, falling to the ground.

taking the brunt of the impact, osamu groaned, trying to grab hold of his surroundings again while you giggled, still laying on his chest. “mmph…” he groaned, a hand to his head as your boyfriend tried to recover from the fall.

as his hand slid down his face, he opened his eyes, staring up at the night sky, almost going still as he was taken aback by the view. “damn, sweetheart… you should turn around. ‘s really pretty above us.”

“hm?” you perked your head up, a playful look in your eyes, “what could be more pretty than what’s right in front of me? i think i’m happy looking right here~” you teased, peering into his face, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

“oh stop,” he mumbled, looking away as his face heated up. he was trying to form the right comeback in his mind, but nothing could hide the way his heart sped up at your words. you were right on top of him, a hand pressed to his chest while the other was roaming, mainly running up and down his left arm. “ ‘s not prettier than you, but the sky is clear tonight. i think you’d like it,” he spoke up, turning his head back to look at you, feeling a little shy under your gaze. he’d meant to say something flirty to fluster you back, but he’d ended up just sounding like a pathetic wimp, and he could already hear his stupid brother laughing his ass off in his head from what he’d said. that annoying hyena laugh of his– where did his twin get it from? surely not his mother.

“mm…if you say so, ‘samu. i’ll look for you,” your voice was heavy and slurred as you stumbled over your words, and perhaps the trip to the store for more liquor earlier hadn’t been needed. you both had celebrated plenty with what you'd already had at home.

you pressed another kiss to his jaw, and then another, and then you were moving lower until he placed his hands on your sides and you hummed, sliding off his chest to lay on your back beside him, your arm still splayed out across his middle.

his eyes had followed you as you rolled off, and he couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his face as he watched your eyes widen at the sight above. your lips parted slightly as you kept looking up, eyebrows relaxed and slightly raised in awe of the view above you.

normally, the light pollution from the streetlights that illuminated the paths of your college campus prevented you from seeing much of the nighttime sky but out in this field, laying in the cool, wet, dewy grass away from any light source, the sky was littered with stars. it wasn’t even all that dark on its own, you realized, and you wondered why there were even lights in the cities to begin with. you were positive you'd be able to navigate the city with your only light being the sky above. it was expansive, and if you looked far enough back, lifting your head slightly off the ground, everything else in sight disappeared, leaving you with only a view of the sky which seemed to curve and go on forever. the stars glimmered upon their wide canvas that wasn’t quite black, but a twilight blue more clear than black. a few flashing lights moved across the sky, sometimes red, signaling a traveling aircraft above, and you followed one moving east before you began to rack your brain for any knowledge of the constellations, searching for anything that might make a shape in the sky. 

while you were busy looking at the stars above, he was looking at you. it truly felt like a cliche movie and he almost wanted to look away before you caught him staring, but he found that he couldn't look away. he realized what those actors in the movies felt when they stared at their partners who were focused on a screen in the movies or looked at their partners while they watched the clouds.

your laugh pulled him from his thoughts as he saw your arm stretch out as you pointed at the sky, “look, ‘samu, that one looks like an onigiri. and those stars look like volleyball! they’ve got a little curve like they’re those lines on the ball and everything. maybe the stars rearranged themselves just for you tonight–” your head lolled to the side as you looked at him, an innocent smile on your face. “what are you looking at, silly? the stars are up there!” he allowed your hand to smoosh his face as you tried to push it off its side to make him face the stars, which he looked at for a second before grabbing your hand, kissing it as he looked back at you.

“i see the stars, honey. i’m the one who told you to look up there in the first place,” he teased gently, continuing to stare at you while you looked back with wide eyes as if you were flabbergasted that he’d just kissed your hand. “‘m just looking at something prettier. and sweeter. i think everything i need is right in front of me. the sky could be blank for all i care– you’re the prettiest of them all.”

your lips pursed as you pulled your hand from his grip only to scoot closer, burying and hiding your face in his chest as you hit it lightly, “‘samu…” you whined while he ran a hand through your hair, a chuckle escaping him, “you’re so cheesy! but sweet… but wrong! you're wrong– the stars are prettier than me but i guess they can’t be sweet... you’re the sweetest! you know that, ‘samu?” you were rambling now, and he looked down at you, eyes crinkled in amusement as you peeked up at him from his shirt.

“you’re the sweetest, angel,” he replied, brushing a hair out of your face.

you suddenly sprang up, sitting up and climbing on top of him, “not true!” you argued, grabbing a fist fulll of his shirt before you seemed to hunch over with a groan, “sat up too fast– god–” he couldn’t help but laugh as you let go of his shirt, placing it on your stomach instead while focusing on not hurling up your guts.

“take it easy, doll. don’t want you hurting yourself now,” he smiled up at you when you straightened up again, looking down at him with a grin of your own.

“not until you admit you’re the sweetest. i won’t let you take me home until you admit it!” you challenged, crossing your arms.

he sat up slightly, leaning back on his elbows as he continued to look at you, “mm… no. can’t admit something that’s not true, sweets.”

“that’s what i should be calling you! don’t call me sweets,” you complained, looking back at him with a pout on your lips.

he laughed again as he held the side of your face, kissing your pursed lips before pulling back again. “we’ll be here all night if you don’t get off me, sweets. you’ve got the sweetest lips and the sweetest heart, and i’ll kiss you all night telling you so if that’s what it takes.”

he flirted back, staying close to your face after kissing you and your cheeks redden as you felt his breath on your lips, your mind suddenly blanking on any kind of comeback. “i... fine. i can be sweetest today, but this fight isn’t over. you hear?” you jabbed a finger at his chest, trying to appear tough. “now, kiss me again.”

he snorted at the demand, before sitting up completely, situating you on his lap as his other hand reached up to hold the other side of your face. “whatever my love demands. i'm all yours, sweetheart.”

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[struwberrii]

haikyuu boys in relationships ˚⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here are my headcannons on how i think haikyuu boys would be in relationship (inarizaki edition :3)

characters: kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚ 🦊

kita

takes such good care of you and always packs stuff for you that he knows you’ll probably forget

memorized all your favorite products and randomly buys you refills when you’re running low

helps you study (he’s better at teaching than the teacher)

not one for pda but def leaves kisses on the top of your head and cheek quickly, love language is probably acts of service or quality time

always joking about marrying you (it’s not a joke guys i think he wants to marry you)

very open with how he’s feeling/his emotions, believes communication is key

genuinely the healthiest relationship guy ever

loves to bake for you, i feel like he’d make really good bread

his grandma loves you

atsumu

stupid but in a cute way

work him up on purpose he’s so cute when he’s frustrated with you

like a puppy in love with you, like he is genuinely star struck by you

calls you beautiful/pretty/handsome 24/7

loves carrying you in his arms.

i feel like his love language would be gift giving so your bed is covered in plushies from him and he’s constantly giving you chocolates

super flirty, always keeps you blushing, but he’s also like rlly cute about it idk

osamu is tired of you guys and constantly makes fun of tsumu for being so obsessed with you

takes you on surprise dates to like aquariums or arcades

jokingly makes fun of you often

osamu

brags about you/ shows you off constantly

also obsessed with you but more nonchalant about it

cooks for you, loves inviting you over to cook with him as a date night too

love language is probably words of affirmation or quality time

his mom loves you so much

always keeps you laughing

asks you to help him studying but you guys never actually end up studying

has a 3 month tiktok streak with you

has matching bracelets or rings with you

will make flirty/bold comments then get super embarrassed and blushy

his profile picture is you and him

always talks about his goals and how he plans his future with you

forehead kisses

suna

nonchalant king

very funny and bold on text but like chill and quiet irl

that one meme where ur talking all that game thru text then get all shy in person

also teases you jokingly but if you do it back he gets really flustered really fast

loves when you touch/play with his hair

love language is probably touch or quality time

always has an arm around your shoulder

gets you snacks and walks you home everyday

knows all the coolest spots in town and takes you there late at night to stargaze

he knows everything about everyone bc he’s quiet and kind of just eavesdrops so he tells you all the drama

randomly sends pics of u he secretly takes

[tsumey]

fem. reader, not proofread, 815 words

miya atsumu has a problem.

well, multiple problems. but all his problems boil down to the teacher’s assistant in his physiology class.

it was annoying how she’d always hold him back after lectures to remind him of his deadlines, how she’s always up his ass about his test scores, and how she’d never fail to mention tutoring for him.

he doesn't need a tutor, his grades are average! and besides, he didn’t get a scholarship to be a star student, he was asked to be there to play volleyball, dammit.

his friends tease him about his academic performance, which further annoys him because again, he is not failing! he’s only missed like….five deadlines..but he still managed to submit them after a week!

he doubts he’s the only one falling behind in class, so why does that damn ta always single him out?

“i don’t know why you’re complainin’ so much ‘bout her. it sounds like you’re her problem more than anything.” atsumu pouts at this, his stupid brother doesn’t know anything.

“you don't understand. she definitely has it out for me. i don’t remember doin’ anything to her but she definitely has a grudge against me.”

sunarin chimes in, “y/n? sweet little y/n? grudge isn’t in her vocabulary, you’re just stupid.”

“and how would you know? you friends with her or somethin’?” atsumu rolls his eyes at his friend. god, even when she wasn't around, she still manages to put a sneer on his face.

“nah, we’re just cool like that. we were in a group project for biochem.” 

“let me guess, she was all strict n uptight about your part.” he has a smirk on his face, confident that y/n was as bad to suna as she was with him.

“easiest person to work on a project with.” suna counters atsumu’s smug look with his own. 

atsumu reacts to this by groaning loudly and frustratedly pulling his hair while osamu and suna snicker.

“remember, midterms are next week!” the professor’s reminder gets drowned by the noise of students’ chatter as they go bustling out of the lecture hall. atsumu scurries out with the rest, already dreading the coming week. his eyes narrow as he nears the exit, spotting his biggest headache by the doors, seemingly waiting for him. 

he lets out a loud sigh when he hears you call out his name before he could even try to blend in with the other students. he quickly wipes off his irked expression and mustered up a polite smile. 

“hey atsumu, sorry for holding you up again. i just wanted to talk to you about something.” you gave him a smile that looked sweet, and he wasn’t used to sweet.

atsumu raises a brow at this. now why in the world are you smiling like that when you’re probably just going to scold him again for his missing work?

“what did you want to ask?” he couldn’t help but feel a bit apprehensive, this was certainly not how he expected you to greet him, all smiley and upbeat, a stark contrast to your usual serious attitude towards him.

“so as you know, midterms are coming up,” atsumu internally sighs and braces himself for the usual words that were going to come out of your lips, “and i was wondering if you’d like to study together.”

now this. this is definitely not what he was expecting at all. his brows shot up at what he heard, “you mean you wanna tutor me?”

“no, not like that!” you chuckled, “just studying, but like, with the two of us.” you awkwardly explained.

is she asking me out on a date? a study date? is what atsumu thought, because his mind was so boggled that you, the annoying ta, was asking him, miya atsumu, if he wanted to study for midterms together.

“uh yer askin’ me?” his accent accidentally slips out, a telltale sign of just how puzzled he was. “i mean, yer askin’ me ‘cuz of my shit grades, right?”

your smile gets wider, perhaps too wide, but atsumu’s not surprised any more so than he already was. he watches as you erupt into a fit of giggles at his question. it’s cute, he thinks. you’re cute, when you’re not bugging him about school. he could finally see your charm, now that he actually looked at you with his mind quiet of disgruntled thoughts of you.

“no no, you’re actually doing very well recently. i know we have some classes together so i just, y’know, thought i’d ask.” atsumu sees your wide smile ease into a more bashful one. just when he thought you couldn’t get prettier. you really are full of surprises, and atsumu is so pleasantly surprised.

atsumu releases an amused breath and flashes you his famous grin, “sure, i’d like that.”

“meet me in the library later?”

“great, its a study date.”

[kenjisatos]

MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (ATSUMU EDITION)

second part of this series! i love to see more of this team <3

[sakusa version]

this fic features…

haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, atsumu keeps getting violated by his teammates, i headcanon sakusa to be fluent in english (argue with the wall), genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.

The videos begins with multiple flash shots of Atsumu screaming, Hinata and Bokuto bursting into laughter, and a clip of the camera zooming in on Sakusa’s disgusted face.

- cut scene -

“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals, and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” The 4 of them say together.

Hinata drums on his chair, “Miyaaaaa Atsumuuuu edition!”

Atsumu smirks at the camera, “I know you’ve all been waiting for this.”

The cameraman speaks up, “Are you excited?”

Atsumu nods enthusiastically, “Hell yeah! I can take this like a champ, unlike Omi-Omi…”. He side eyes the outside hitter, who, in return, flips off the setter—but the video pixelates it for censorship.

Bokuto snorts, “That’s what she said…”

Atsumu chuckles and claps his hands together. “Let’s get started!”

- cut scene -

The crew tosses a phone to Atsumu. He catches it and clears his throat. “Alright, first one…”

“How can I transform into one of those cameras used for volleyball games? Oh to get that view of Miya Atsumu’s dick all up in front of me when he does his sexy low set.”

Atsumu chuckles, “I can practically see you drooling from here, user.”

Hinata wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to hit a spike, “It is a sexy set, Miya.”

Bokuto fakes an animalistic growling noise, “When you get down low and—“

“Oh please, why are we praising Miya for flashing the camera?” Sakusa cuts in.

Atsumu huffs, “I’m not flashing them on purpose!” He then turns to the camera and winks, “Unless you want me to…”

“Barf.”

“Shut yer trap, Omi-Omi!”

Hinata snickers, “Miya, your accent is slipping in…”

His voice is high pitched and whiny as he replies, “No, it’s n—!”, he clears his throat, his voice now two octaves deeper, “No, it’s not.”

Bokuto chuckles, slapping the setter on the back. Atsumu simply passes the phone to him to read the next tweet.

“Funny how I want to throw hands at Inarizaki Miya Atsumu, but at the same time, I want to throw my panties off for MSBY Miya Atsumu.”

Sakusa laughs, actually laughs, for the first time since they started the shoot. His rowdy companions slowly turn to him, eyes blown wide at the rare sight of their stoic teammate showing an ounce of amusement.

Sakusa’s laugh trails off, “Yeah…you were a piece of shit in high school.”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were. Still are.”

Hinata tries to reassure the blond, “Don’t worry, Miya, I thought you were cool.”

Bokuto quips, “Hinata, I thought you couldn’t tell the difference between him and Osamu.”

Hinata’s eyes widen and Atsumu glares at the orange-head, “Seriously, Shoyo?”

Hinata waves his hands dismissively, “I-I-I…”

Atsumu sighs, “You guys keep distracting me! I’m supposed to be replying to these thirst tweets.”

Bokuto holds a hand to his heart, “We are sorry, your highness.”

Atsumu looks at the camera and smirks, “Keep your panties on, ladies. I like to do it with them on.”

Sakusa stares at Atsumu in disgust, the beginning scene of the video making its’ debut as the cameraman zooms in on Sakusa’s revolted expression.

“How do you do it with it on?” Bokuto thinks out loud.

Hinata responds, “I think he means it’s pulled to the side?”

Bokuto’s mouth turns into an animated ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, or or or he—“

Their pr manager coughs loudly off screen. Sakusa gives their manager a grateful look, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

The other three pout as their conversation is cut short. Bokuto hands the phone to Hinata; he squints his eyes at the screen as he tries to make out the words. He begins to read:

“Have y’all seen Miya Atsumu? If that dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk.”

Hinata laughs but continues, “The Twitter user reposted themselves saying ‘Sheesh.’ with 18 fucking android emojis.”

Bokuto leans closer to Hinata, “Ooh! Lemme see, lemme see.”

Atsumu grins smugly with his eyes closed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to run through his platinum hair.

Sakusa speaks up, “Stop posing for the edits.”

Atsumu seems to ignore Sakusa’s comment as he faces the camera. “Well in that case, I guess you’ll all be listening to me.”

Hinata snorts, “Proof?”

Bokuto guffaws while Hinata holds his laughter in behind a cheeky smile.

Atsumu’s cheeks flush red at his words, “I ain’t showing you nothin’!”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “Trust me, we’ve seen enough in the locker room.”

Bokuto hides behind Atsumu and holds his hands up a certain distance to insinuate the length of Atsumu’s…commodity.

Atsumu continues, practically flirting with the camera, “But trust me y’all, it does, indeed, slap.”

Hinata leans his elbow over Atsumu’s shoulder, “Yeah and so does he!”

The sound effect of a turntable skidding plays.

Atsumu flinches away from Hinata, “WHAT???”

Their pr manager stands up quickly from their seat, a horrified expression on their face; the threat of losing their job rushing in their head.

Bokuto is holding a hand over his mouth, the Buzzfeed crew members are exchanging nervous looks, even Sakusa has his eyes wide open.

Hinata realizes his mistake and freezes for a moment before he’s jumping and scuttling around in a panic.

“I-I-I MEAN HE SLAPS—NO, NOT LIKE SLAPS, LIKE SLAPS LIKE SLANG ‘YEAH THAT SHIT SLAPS’ KIND OF SLAP. NOT PHYSICAL ABUSE SLAP I—”, he exhales sharply, “I’M GONNA STOP TALKING NOW!!”

Sakusa snorts and covers his face with his hands, Bokuto has tears in his eyes from how hard he’s holding in his laughter, the MSBY pr manager sits back down, their pale face slowly regaining its color. Atsumu is left with what can only be described as a sea-sick expression, almost constipated. After a few seconds, he remembers how to speak and says:

“Shoyo…what the fuck.”

“I’M SORRY!”

Sakusa opens his palm up, he’s biting his lip to not let a chuckle escape. “Give me the phone, Hinata.”

Hinata wordlessly hands the phone over as Bokuto giggles and places both his hands on Hinata’s shoulders and jumps in place to brighten up the mood.

Atsumu finally laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Almost caught myself a scandal there.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” Sakusa mutters as he scrolls to the next tweet he has to read.

“Miya is so fucking hot, I want that man to turn my legs into jello.”

Atsumu grins, “Well well well—“

Sakusa continues reading the tweet, “I’m talking about Miya Osamu btw, aka the better twin.”

Atsumu opens his eyes, “Huh??”

Sakusa snickers, “Finally a tweet I agree with.”

Bokuto raises his hand to cup around his lips and whispers to Hinata, “Here come the SakuSamu shippers…”

Hinata whispers back, “I thought they were called Omigiris…”

The camera crew turns to a very confused Atsumu, “We thought it would be funny to add an Osamu tweet” one of them says.

Atsumu scowls like a petulant child.

Hinata perks up, “Osamu is pretty sexy, ey? In his Onigiri Miya compression shirt too…”

Bokuto nods in agreement, “And that cap? Smash.”

Atsumu whines, “Guyssss, this is supposed to be about meeee!”

“Womp womp.”

“Omiii :(“

Sakusa gives the phone back to Atsumu, who pouts and sticks his tongue out before he grumbles, “Y’all love to bully me, huh? And here I thought we would have deep team bonding conversations.”

Sakusa quirks an eyebrow up, “…at a thirst tweets shoot?”

“It’s personal and vulnerable,” Hinata replies.

“The only vulnerable thing at risk here is my wellbeing,” Sakusa retorts.

Atsumu sighs as he grabs the phone from Sakusa. “I hope the next tweet makes me feel better…”, he mutters.

“I just know that if Miya Atsumu called me a real good boy, it would awaken something in me.”

Bokuto starts barking at that, “Yeah, it awakens that inner dog in me.”

“We are the Black Jackals.” Sakusa comments, matter-a-factly.

“Are they talking about that time you and Kageyama were at that youth camp?” Hinata asks.

Atsumu nods, “I believe so.”

“Then how do they know you said that…?”

Sakusa responds amusedly, “Knowing Tobio, he probably tweeted about it. That man hates Miya.”

Atsumu defends himself, “Hey now, hate is a strong word. Tobio-kun is just jealous that I’m Shoyo’s setter.”

Bokuto, once again, leans in closer to Hinata to whisper, “Here come the KageHina and AtsuHina shippers…”

Atsumu stares right at the camera with a smoldering expression, “User, you’re being a real good boy…”

Bokuto barks again. The video adds a sound effect that makes it sound like a chorus of Bokutos are barking all around.

Atsumu laughs and passes the phone to Bokuto.

“Someone on here said the English equivalent to Miya Atsumu’s Kansai dialect is a country accent. Well then, call me a cowboy the way I’d be riding that man till the break of dawn. #SaveAHorseRideACowboy”

The video adds a cowboy hat and lasso to Atsumu, who pretends to be on a horse. His voice is much deeper as he says, “Yeehaw~”

“Oooh we have international fans!” Hinata speaks excitedly.

Bokuto’s eyes light up at Hinata’s comment, “Oooh, Omi-kun, say something to them!”

Sakusa squints his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “What do you want me to say?”

Atsumu jumps in, “Tell them I’d be happy to let them have a go at this rodeo ride.” He clicks his tongue with a wink.

Sakusa sighs then looks directly at the camera, and says the following in perfect English: “I hope your taste in men improves from what it is now. My condolences.”

Atsumu smiles, completely oblivious to the insult. “Thanks, Omi-Omi.”

Sakusa smiles, an evil little smile. “My pleasure.”

- cut scene -

Atsumu tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that was it! I thoroughly enjoyed the ego boost, minus the parts when the team bullied me.”

“You were a good sport, Miya.” Hinata tells him.

“Thanks, Shoyo. And you’re a horrible speaker.”

Hinata’s face burns scarlet again at the reminder of his misfortunate wording earlier.

“2 out of 4 completed!”, Bokuto exclaims.

“Yes, we’re so close to being done.” Sakusa says, though he looks way too happy and relieved.

“More coming your way!” Hinata adds.

“Stay tuned~” Atsumu points at the camera.

“We’re the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”

kenjisatos

🏷️ @dervngedgf

[suplicyy]

What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[hiraethwrote]

ARE WE JUST FRIENDS?

pairing : osamu miya x f!reader summary : late in the evening your phone calls, and a desperate atsumu begs you to come pick up his brother who is not only drunk, but in an extremely bad mood — which results in your best friend behaving uncharacteristically mean cw : best friends to lovers, timeskip, ooc osamu (not sure, i struggle writing him), angsty, hurt to comfort, profanity, intoxication, subtle pining, some miscommunication, jealousy, no use of y/n word count : 2.5k

author's note : for my beautiful ave (@hiraethwa) as a part of @lale-txt's amazing hq secret santa event. ik i've taken my sweet time, and i hope the wait was worth it. due to a lil writing slump, and in general being intimidated by writing for hq, it ended up very different from what i initially planned, but i still hope you enjoy it <3 mwah

“What are you doing here?”

You drew a sharp breath, the venom in his voice catching you off guard.

“Atsumu called me,” you sighed, wrapping your arms tighter around your body. You tried to convince yourself it was to shield yourself from the December cold, but you knew it was more in order to bring yourself a sense of comfort — Osamu’s hostile tone stung more than expected.

He scoffed instantly as his brother’s name left your lips, head turning away as you saw him aggressively roll his eyes.

“Of course he did,” he mumbled.

His complaint was loaded with unspoken feelings. All the years you had known him had thought you that much — your usual sweet and mellow best friend had a tendency to become passive aggressive whenever something really bothered him.

“Don’t be like that. Come on, get up.” Part of you wanted to retaliate with a just as snappy remark, but it would only cause you more problems in getting him to come with you, something you suspected was already laid out to be a difficult task.

When he didn’t do as you told him, you stepped closer, begrudgingly offering him your hand to help pull him to his feet. He only stared at it — an ugly glare usually reserved for his brother.

“Osamu,” you groaned in frustration, “it’s fucking freezing, won’t you please just get up!” Again he just huffed. “Stop acting like a child,” shaking your hand, hoping he would eventually accept the gesture.

Finally he turned to look at you, his eyes digging deep into you as there was a tight crease between his eyebrows — it made your stomach turn. He never looked at you like this. If you didn’t know any better, you would describe it as pure disgust, that he couldn’t imagine a worse place to be than in your presence.

It was tempting to turn on your heel and let him sulk in his lonesome, where he sat on the frosty grass outside the annual Christmas party his team put together, one he had hinted at for weeks he never even wanted to attend. But you remained persistent, mirroring his mean frown and challenging his glare.

Another scoff slipped out of him. Then he weakly swatted your hand away and got on his feet without your help. Once he stood straight, you noticed how his towering frame swayed ever so slightly from the alcohol still running through his body.

“What?” He spat, still maintaining the ugly eye contact that felt like an insult.

The kindness that usually wallowed in his eyes seemed to have gone dormant. And despite his cruel and uncharacteristic edge, you couldn’t help but to admire how pretty he was. The light snow falling slowly around you, landing in his hair before melting into little droplets of water.

Clenching your jaw, you took a deep breath through your nose to bite back whatever rested on your mind, trying to tell yourself he was only acting this way because he was drunk.

“Nothing.”

With high shoulders, both caused by the cold and the uncomfortable tension, you turned and headed over to your car and opening the passenger door to hold it open for him. But when you turned to look up, Osamu was stood in the exact same position, sporting the same grumpy expression.

Your head fell back with another loud groan. “Osamu, I’m not doing this with you tonight, just get in the car.”

“I don’t feel like going with you,” stuffing his hands in his jean pockets as his shoulders raised, trying to conceal how the cold was starting to make his body tremble.

“Too damn bad, now get in the car,” you said sternly as you contested his mean stare.

You wondered what the hell could have happened for you to earn this treatment from him. Yesterday everything seemed fine, hanging out the whole group where everything had been so pleasant — perfect even, if you dared be that honest.

The unspoken thing between you had continued to grow stronger, slowly but surely breaking out from the restraints of ‘just friends’. Your gazes lingered longer than what would be considered normal. More often than not, your arm would shyly be pressed against his the entire time you were hanging out — yesterday was no different.

And when it was time for you to take your leave, his arms had wrapped around your shoulders in a comforting hug that had resulted in your head resting on his chest. Your feelings had gotten the best of you, and you had let your eyes slowly glide shut and bask in his embrace for a moment longer than you knew you should have — then you didn’t hear anything from him until Atsumu had called and begged you to come pick him up.

“Please come and get him. He’s really drunk and should be in bed,” Atsumu’s voice was laced with concern before it twisted into irritation. “He’s also just in a fucking pissy mood.”

It hadn’t been a question whether you should do it or not — you would always be there for Osamu.

You just hadn’t expected to be met with such hostility from the person you were walking such a fine line with, especially when it came so out of the blue.

“Atsumu really wasn’t kidding when he said you were pissy,” you sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“Funny how you two keep talking about me,” he said, kicking an illusionary rock making him appear even more like a bratty child.

“Yeah, told me your own team don’t even want you at the party no more because you’re a buzzkill.”

An aggressive scoff shot past his teeth. “Some friend you are, talking crap behind my back with my own brother.”

“Sure, whatever, you can tell me how bad of a friend I am on the way home. I won’t say it again, get. In. The. Car.”

There was a betrayal on his expression, a flinch in his frown, telling you your crass tone was having a bigger impact on him than he was letting on.

Though he hesitated, his feet eventually carried him unsteadily towards you. Without sparing you a single glance, he crouched in front of you to enter the car. And just as all four of his limbs were inside the vehicle, your anger had you slam the door with a lot more power than intended before scurrying into the driver seat.

“Put your seatbelt on,” you demanded, watching as his body had let go of the shivering as the heat inside the car enveloped him — but there was no change in his mood.

The car ride back to his apartment was spent with zero words exchanged. The only thing heard was the gushing sound of the heat you were blazing throughout the car, and the low tunes of your calm music, which was actually doing wonders for you to steady your emotions a little.

You pulled into his driveway, silence swallowing the car as you shut off the engine. You turned to look at him, bracing yourself to meet a stubborn child you probably had to fight in order to get out of the car — instead, he was half asleep, eyelids heavy as sleep was looming right around the corner. A deep sigh slipped out of you at the peaceful sight of your best friend.

Slowly you reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder to carefully shake him awake, “Osamu, we’re here,” you whispered, only for all your irritation to return in an instant as he jerked out of your gentle touch, frown creasing his features again.

He responded with a low “hmpf,” before unbuckling his belt and exiting the car, yet again never having the decency to look at you.

He’s drunk, he’s drunk, he’s drunk, you tried to tell yourself in order for you to be able to treat him with some grace. Alcohol could be the devil, turning the most gentle of people into pests — as seen right before your eyes. What kind of friend would you be if you couldn’t show him some mercy by excusing one bad night.

“Careful,” you sighed, rushing over to him to firmly place your hands on each side of his waist as he was about to tip over, “I got you.”

“I don’t need you to have me,” he nearly growled as he reached in his pocket for his keys — but he never jerked out of your grip, letting your hands remain at his side as substitute.

“Here, let me,” you tried to interject when he fumbled with unlocking the door for a second longer than your patience could endure. Of course he was unable to willingly hand you the keys, but at least he didn’t put up much of a fight when you twisted it out of his long fingers.

With one hand still resting on the small of his back, you unlocked the door. With gentle pressure, you ushered him forwards, desperate to get the nuisance that was your best friend to bed.

“You can go home now,” he slurred the second he set foot inside his apartment.

“Not leaving just yet,” you whispered, remaining close behind him, guiding him to his bedroom.

He grunted and grumbled disapprovingly, and you might even have heard a suppressed ‘so annoying’ under his breath. You bit your tongue again, just hoping he would pass out once he was safely in bed — maybe come tomorrow, he could even give you an apology.

“Now you can leave,” finally stumbling out of your light grip, spinning around to serve you yet another one of his frowns.

“I’ll get you some water first-“

“No. I want you to leave.”

“Let me take care of you first, okay?”

“No, please just go home.” There was a sadness in his voice now. And maybe it was the lighting playing tricks on you, but you swore you spotted a shine gloss over his eyes.

Your shoulders slumped, unable to give your anger room to grow when he was so evidently upset.

“Osamu,” you breathed, daring to take a step closer. “What’s going on?” Carefully you grabbed ahold of his arms and guided him to the edge of his bed. He wasn’t accepting your gestures entirely, scooting further away when you sat down beside him.

“Nothing. Just don’t want you here.”

“Did something happen tonight?”

“No, nothing happened so you can leave!” It seemed like he tried to find back to the bite that had been in his tone when you first picked him up, but the sudden shift in his mood had taken control of him instead.

You didn’t think twice about reaching out, placing a comforting hand on his back — only for him to shrug it off.

“Atsumu said you’d been-“

A visceral groan interrupted you. “It’s always Atsumu, isn’t it?” He turned to look at you, sad eyes locking with yours and now you could definitely spot the faint gloss of tears.

“What?” You breathed in confusion, eyebrows narrowing instinctively.

“All night!” He said, almost more to himself than to you.

“You’re going to have to elaborate.”

“All night, he was on his damn phone, and suddenly he has called you.”

You couldn’t help yourself, placing your hand in his back again to bring him comfort, but you wasn’t sure it was to any help. “Yes, so I could come pick you up.”

Another petty scoff, tainted with poorly hidden sorrow, escaped him. “Why don’t you just go? I’m sure he would love to hang out with you.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you spoke softly, eyes studying his profile as his gaze was locked on his lap.

“I told you to leave!”

“Osamu,” you said sternly, fingers gripping his chin to force his focus back on you. “I said I’m not going anywhere!”

His eyes kept betraying him — his lips carried a frown and that crease between his eyebrows appeared to have grown stuck on his forehead.

But his eyes just looked so sad, as if somehow there was a lot of pent up feelings that had suddenly decided to spring to the surface and trap him in a spiral.

“It’s me,” you whispered, attention flittering between his eyes, hoping the tenderness you conveyed would convince him to reveal himself to you.

“That’s the problem.”

This was the first time you could remember being nervous around him, bordering on scared. You knew what you hoped he was getting at, but you were too afraid to let yourself be entertained by the pleasant fantasy.

It was so much safer to live in the naivety, thinking you were just more affectionate than other best friends. Entertaining a lovesick dream of being anything more was simply too risky, only seeing a scenario where you ended up hurt.

However, the look he gave you sprinkled just the tiniest bit of reality to your fantasy.

“Do you like him?” the innocent question tumbling out on accident, googly eyes staring at you before his shoulders bounced with a quiet hiccup.

“Like who?”

“You know who,” he whined, eyes pleading for you not to make him say it.

“Atsumu?” He nodded weakly, gulping down the nervous lump in his throat. “I mean, sure.”

“But do you like like him?” He caused heat to flush your face by his adolescent question.

“We’re just friends.”

“Are we just friends too?”

For some reason, his bold statement had the tension in your body evaporate, shoulders slumping before you moved your hand to cup his face, certain you heard the softest hum leave him as your hand caressed him.

“No, we’re not.”

And then he melted into your touch, finally letting his sweet smile paint his lips instead of that damn frown.

“You know we’re not,” you whispered.

“I know,” he whispered just as low, “but I needed to hear you say it.”

“But Osamu?” Your voice was soft as velvet, watching how his eyelids had become heavy again.

“Hm?”

“You’re still really drunk,” you chuckled weakly.

“Don’t worry,” he yawned, “I’ve liked you for years, so I’ll still remember tomorrow.”

You had no choice but take his word for it, hoping he would in fact remember the small confession exchange that had taken place. At least you had the ability to bask in some relief, feeling as if tons had been lifted from your shoulders.

With no sudden movements, your hand left his face before carefully getting on your feet. His breaths had slowly turned deeper and slower, a clear indication sleep were to consume him sooner rather than later, gracefully leading him to lay down on the bed.

You pulled his covers over him, smiling to yourself at the peaceful sight and thankful the night had managed to take a turn for the better.

Just as you were about to head out of his bedroom, his soft voice spoke your name.

“Yeah?”

“Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Osamu. I’ll see you tomorrow.” And right before you closed the door, you saw the sweetest smile stretch across his face once again.

an : also wanna thank the lovely lale for putting this whole thing together, and introducing me to this amazing group of people <3 comments and reblogs is much appreciated

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[ruwhimsical]

“COOKIN’ IN THE KITCHEN AND I’M IN THE BED ROOM.”

a sneak peek of what a domestic morning would look like with your househusband, Osamu! 

cw : sickeningly sweet , suggestive (no smut) , fluff fluff fluff , short drabble , ib @dearru :3!!

The sound of light snoring echoes throughout the room as two bodies were entangled, one comfortably in slumber. Osamu had ensured to stay as still as possible—he didn’t want to wake you up, you looked far too comfortable using him as a human pillow.

Osamu couldn’t help but gaze at your bare sleeping figure, littered with reminders of his love from last night, with pure adoration—oh, how he loved slow mornings like this. It wasn’t every day he got to spend time with you. After all, you were both working adults—your 9-to-5 corporate job and his business keeping you both busy. He reached out to tuck a strand of loose hair behind your ear, but the movement must’ve woken you. You stirred, and Osamu paused, before a smile spread across his face.

“Hey, my love.”

Your eyes slowly opened, landing on your one and only husband. It felt so unreal calling such a kind, loving, and fine man your own. You felt so blessed to wake up to a beautiful view like him. You nuzzled your head into the crook of his neck, inhaling his musky scent before returning his greeting.

“Hey, handsome.”

The vibration of your muffled voice against his bare skin sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to hold you a little tighter, not wanting to let this moment go to waste. But with morning comes responsibility. Although Osamu would love to rot in bed with you all day, he knew he couldn’t.

He was reminded of his duty as your personal chef once he heard your tummy growl.

“Looks like someone needs to be fed after last night.” Flashbacks of yesterday crept into your mind, and you lightly hit his shoulder before looking up at him. God, how could someone look so good at any angle?

“You’re not funny… make me some French toast,” you grumbled as Osamu stood up, grabbing his discarded sweatpants from the floor and pulling them on.

“And that’s exactly what you’ll get.” He gave you a quick peck on the forehead before heading out of the room. The once-filled room grew dim as you lay there, contemplating whether to follow him to the kitchen.

—

“You should’ve just stayed in bed. I would’ve brought it to you,” Osamu said with a chuckle as you emerged from your shared bedroom.

“It was lonely without you.”

He laughed softly at your response. Missing his warmth, you wrapped your arms around his muscular build from behind, your bare chest pressing against his back, now decorated with faint red marks from the night before.

“I’m almost finished making breakfast. Could you set up the plates, please?”

You waited a moment longer, savoring the closeness, before squeezing his torso and walking toward the cabinets to retrieve the cutlery. You placed them on the table for two, just in time for Osamu to place your freshly made French toast on the plate. The sight of the food alone was enough to make you eager to devour it, but you patiently waited for him to join you before digging in.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his mouth already full of toast and fresh berries.

“You’re the best cook after all .” You looked at him with a fondness that words couldn’t describe. Never in a million years would you have imagined yourself here, but you were grateful for every single moment of it.

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[jesswritesthat]

Osamu Miya: Numbers

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff, slight angst

• When your work bestie gets a crush on Osamu, you start to realise that it might be too late for you.

Warnings: None

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In honesty setting up a work convention wasn’t where you’d expect to meet a potential partner, but it seemed your favourite confident colleague didn’t share that view.

"Woah..."

"Hm? What are you looking at?" You ceased your distraction task, scanning to match your colleagues’ line of sight.

"Mister tall dark and handsome over there."

"Who? Where?" Admittedly there was a hint of excitement bubbling inside you at the prospect but soon dispersed when Mai pointed him out.

"The guy fixing the stand, god what he could do with those hands. Who is that? He looks strong, I bet he's strong." Ramblings of an instant crush you noted, but since you knew said suspect personally you were obligated to shed some light (since you were also the one who called him here to help out in the first place).

"Oh? That's Miya Osamu, and yeah I guess he's strong. Lifting the bags of rice for his onigiri business helps I suppose."

With that, you went back to what you were doing - at least until Mai had giddily grabbed your arm filled with dire questions.

"Miya Osamu huh, is he single?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"A business owner and he cooks too. What kind of lover does he like?"

"Ones who eat? I dunno, I'm not sure what Osamus' taste in people is." You were uninterested now, something churning deep within you, but apparently she hadn’t noticed.

"Maybe it'll be me, he's so hot though, I wouldn't know where to start."

"He has a brother!" Why did you say that?! It was the most left field tangent imaginable, a diversion almost.

"What?"

This feeling, a hint of embarrassment and a plummet in your stomach. Too late to stop now.

"Yeah, a twin brother who's more outgoing. He should be around here somewhere for you to meet." Where is Atsumu the one time you freaking need his annoying ass?

"But Osamu is—"

"—is not a famous athlete. No no, Miya Atsumu on the other hand - ooof, gorgeous specimen and... incredibly passionate too." You’d charismatically tried, as if becoming a wingman for him.

"Wow sounds like you've got a thing for him~"

That wasn't your intention, not that you're certain of the direction you were headed in the first place but convincing Mai you fancied Atsumu wasn't it.

"Hey lil' Jackal~ Ya talkin' bout me?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear, an arm slung over your shoulder in usual greeting.

"Sort of - also get off me Atsumu!"

"Ya never normally mind, is it 'cause yer all dressed up and incredibly stunnin'?"

"No I— you what? No—" Flicking between a smirking Mai and complimentary Atsumu you desperately attempted to get them to talk.

"I mean it, yer look really nice. M' sure 'Samu will agree. Have ya seen him yet?”

"Wait I want you to meet—" Too late, she’d began backing toward her desire, waving to you both with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

"I'll leave you two together, I'll catch you in a minute~"

"Mai— dammit."

"Did I miss somethin'? Seems like she's set us up and got an eye on my brother." The blonde overlooked how she’d floated over to Osamu, hand tenderly placed on his bicep to get his attention.

"It's that obvious? Do you think 'Samu will like her too?" You muttered with a hint of discomfort, eyeing the pair alongside the Setter.

"Ah, don't think so. I think his heart lies elsewhere..."

"You're right. Nothing stands in the way of Osamu and food." You confidently affirmed, Atsumu flicking to you baffled.

"Not what I was gettin' at considerin' yer the one he—"

"Especially delicious rice dishes.” You cut the blonde off with your addition, the man boredly rolling his eyes.

“Why do I even bother?”

“Don’t worry, I know your favourite food too Atsumu. It’s fatty tuna.”

“Wanna get some? This is making me sick.” Atsumu jutted his chin toward the scene of Mai flirting with his twin, and you found yourself wanting to rid the image from your mind (and heart) too.

“I second that.”

———

It was the following evening after work that you’d entered Onigiri Miya near closing time, Osamu brightening upon your arrival.

"Your usual?"

"Yeah, to go please."

Osamu paused momentarily due to this unforeseen change in routine, had he missed something? An event you'd mentioned that he'd forgotten about?

"Hey so I feel a little weird talking to you about this, but it's you and—"

"—and you've probably said worse."

"Yeah..." An embarrassed laugh and then you cleared your throat. "Anyway, Mai caught me yesterday, she's one of my colleagues from work."

"I know who she is." Clear and confident, of course he knew and you felt your tone lighten in pitch and speed. Were you nervous?

"Oh good, good. I guess that's because I saw you guys talking alone, and it looked pretty private so you probably found out then."

"Uh huh, where ya goin' with this?" Osamu raised a sceptical brow, slowing on preparing your order.

"She mentioned beforehand that you didn't y'know, make her want to throw up or whatever, so I figured that you two might've made date plans and that just feels kinda weird to me." That was putting it harshly, she’d spoken non-stop about how attractive he was all freaking day.

"Weird how?" Considering he was quite perceptive, you’d hoped he’d get what you were implying without so many questions but knowing him, this was for his own benefit.

"I mean if you did date, since I work with her, I'd hear things - and I don't know... I'd like my personal and work life not to crossover and ruin my perceptions of people."

He stared at you, awaiting whatever request you were trying to ask alongside these awkward descriptions.

"So if there's any way you could not date her, that would be really great."

"Y'got some nerve, 'm a grown man - ya can't tell me who to date."

"I'm not telling you who to date, I'm suggesting who not to date."

"Well ya can't tell me that either!" Was his adamant response, the atmosphere now bordering on defensive compared the one beforehand.

"I know I have no right but—"

"No you don't, and if you don't like what you might hear then don't listen." Osamu shot back as a proposal to your problem, leaving you to truly speak your subdued feelings in the matter - one’s he hadn’t thought you’d felt.

"I just thought that if something was going to affect our friendship, then you might care about it, because if the situation was reversed then I would care Osamu."

With that he diverted his attention solely toward your order with a hum, you on the other hand felt ridiculous. Maybe you were being petty, and just because the thought of constantly hearing how Osamu loves from Mai everyday would be heartbreaking, you could endure it if he was happy. You’d force yourself to, it might even help you get over this stupid romantic liking you’d recently discovered. In that case, you’ll have to brighten this damp mood.

"Okay you’re right. Go ahead then, date her, marry her, and make her Mrs Salmon Sushi Roll, live happily ever after for all I care. I hope you'll be delighted." You crossed your arms and turned away with a small huff escaping you once finishing your embellished claim whilst Miya blinked at you with mild bemusement.

It remained quiet for moment as he digested your words, soon enough breaking the lightened silence himself.

"By the way, I was telling Mai 'bout Volleyball serves. Dead romantic." It was spoken sarcastically, but also in a way to match your prior energy. "Said strong spike serves are harder to properly receive than floaters. Hot stuff I know, and then she asked for my number."

"That's so typical of you!" Came your slightly raised voice, spinning back to him with an accusing tone.

"What?"

"Everyone knows that jump floaters are far more effective at throwing off opponents because of their unpredictability. Everybody knows that 'Samu, everyone except you apparently, now goodbye." Knowing Mai had made her move was clarification enough - hence your volleyball tangent and strive toward the exit with your flourishing farewell.

"Yer food."

You fell still at the door after his victorious reminder, a few seconds passing as you thought about crawling back for the food or just abandoning it for the sake of pride.

"..."

Screw pride, you’re hungry.

But also you might’ve wanted to know one more thing, voice quietly asking for it once you’d reproached the counter and accepted the takeout bag he tauntingly held out for you to collect.

"Did you give her your number?"

"Yeah." Osamu smiled, one of relief and sincerity. "Seemed disappointed with the Onigiri Miya menu though."

You didn’t know if you’d managed to hide the brief feeling of melancholy well but you mirrored his smile all the same.

“Yeah, I would’ve been disappointed too.”

"Why? I make ya 'not want to throw up' too?" Came his mocking retort of your previous statement, leaving you to wittily respond as per usual.

"Shut up! I might gag, but otherwise no because you’re quite pretty. Besides I’ve had your number for years so I don’t need it."

“Knew ya liked me for more than my cooking, speaking of, there’s new menu items so take a look will ya?” Rolling his eyes with a scoff, he slid a menu over the counter which you gladly took and offered your goodbyes for the night.

—

After finishing your meal at home, your fingers lingered on the menu with mild curiosity, eyes skimming over it whilst hovering over the bin.

There were a few new appetiser additions, leading you to flip to the alternate side and almost drop it out of shock.

You traced the additional pen indentations with both your fingertips and eyes like precious scripture - a sentimental smile blooming at his charming stupidity.

Yer pretty too, call me later (Y/n),

(xxx-xxxx-xxxx)

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ex factor | an atsumu miya x reader

"loving you is like a battle and we both end up with scars." 💌

❂ an atsumu x f!reader

❂ cw: childhood bestfriends to lovers, some exes to lovers lol, some angstty teenage feelings (nothing too heartbreaking), atsumu sucks at feelings and some suggestive content. everyone is still in highschool and a bitt ooc📫

❂ cw will be at the beginning of every chapter. i love how silly but absolutely stupid i made tsum in this.

❂ taglist is open! send a dm or a request to be added !

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indicates major writing chapters - [📨]

indicates minor writing chapters - [💌]

intros : twins + adopted triplet , the inarizaki bunch + certifiedcitygurls!

i. she won't go away

ii. the atsumu miya effect [💌]

iii. honey

iv. time machine

v. is it that me, espresso? [📨]

vi. i wish you roses [💌]

vii. reflections

viii. where'd all the time go? [📨]

ix. right my wrongs [📨]

x. distraction [💌]

xi. whatever she wants [💌]

xii. meet me at our spot [📨]

xiii. peaches and cream

xiv. melting [💌]

[sirhamburrger]

always forever (o. miya x manager!reader)

"you know you've got me in your pocket//you don't just have to wait around"

cw: a little bit fluffy, slice-of-life, emotionally constipated reader, clueless-not-clueless osamu, osamu channels his inner senshi

wc: 510, one-shot

a/n: this was originally a whole series i stayed up a whole night to plan, but i scrapped it before i even joined tumblr lol

"look who's early today," you call out absentmindedly from the porch of the sports hall, looking up from the itinerary on your phone. osamu flips you off, his other hand stuck firmly in his club jacket pocket as he walks over to you in large strides. 

"am i not allowed to be punctual anymore?" he grumbles. "i know 'tsumu's shenanigans've got your expectations lowered, but still."

you bite back a laugh.

"where is he, anyway?"

"snorin' away in his bed.”

"he's going to be late, isn't he?"

"he might be," osamu says uncharacteristically cheekily.

"you can go ahead and wait inside. i need some fresh air," you mumble almost imperceptibly, all your attention centred on your phone once again.

he stops and stares at you.

"how long've ya been here?"

you flush, feeling almost guilty. "don't worry about it, okay?" you try to move away from him, but he grabs onto the sleeve of your club sweater. 

"how many hours of sleep did ya get? have ya even eaten yet?" 

your silence speaks volumes as osamu sighs. "i'm always tellin' ya, ya need enough food and enough sleep, 'n ya never listen," he grumbles as he drags you, protesting, into the sports hall. "lucky for ya, i made breakfast for two." he sits the both of you down and sets a blue lunchbox on the ground in front of you. "eat."

you open it to find the most appetizing onigiri you've ever seen in your life. four large rice balls stand side by side in the plastic box, rice grains well-packed and nori neatly wrapped around each one. 

you stare at osamu in wonder. "you made these?"

"why're ya so surprised? ya already know i'm a good cook." he picks up an onigiri, prompting you to do the same. 

cautiously, you take a small bite off the top, and it's like an explosion of flavours in your mouth. the perfect saltiness of the tuna with the creaminess of the mayo, plus the crunch of fresh green onions is heaven on your tongue. "wow, that's really good," you say, once you've swallowed. 

osamu chuckles as you go in for another bite. "glad you like it."

"'m glad you've decided you'll go into food service. it means i get to eat you out of house and home."

"yeah, well… i wouldn't mind that at all."

“huh.” you sit back, smiling. you cross your legs. “you underestimate me greatly.”

“no, i think i know ya well enough.” he's sprawled across the steps now, a lazy smirk on his face. “don't tell me two years of knowin’ ya doesn’t count for anything.”

that's two years, now, in which you haven't yet mustered up the courage to tell him.

for now, though, you sit beside him on the porch of the sports hall, and enjoy the time you have with him. after all, there's always tomorrow, and there's always forever.

you get the feeling he already knows. or maybe he doesn't. but that's okay. no matter what, you're sure he'll always be waiting for you.

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[yandere-sins]

Hello, about your miya twin series, who would be the most dangerous and scary twin to deal with? Who would physically punish their darling if she misbehaved? What would a punishment scenario for both of them be like?

Good questions!

From a mental standpoint, I'd say Atsumu is the scarier twin.

He is somewhat laid-back, which would make you think he really isn't that bad, but in what he does, he is unpredictable. You'd think all he really wants is to hang out with his darling, watch movies, share snacks, cuddle, and fool around, but his mood regularly just... snaps. And suddenly, he is violently horny or in the mood to throw you around like a ragdoll. You learn to see the small signs like him grabbing you a little too tight or his eyes just turning ever so slightly darker as you two have a stare-off. But in the end, you can never be too sure when he either has enough of you or wants you more than ever. Atsumu leaves almost all the bruises on your body, is careless enough that you might break a bone if you resist him, and gives you trauma for days that will make you want to avoid him. But you shouldn't. Never deny him what he wants, or you'll suffer even more.

So Osamu is the more dangerous twin.

Osamu has his rules. His routine and how he wants things to be done. Much like his brother, he's not shy about putting you in your place. Still, while Atsumu is physical, Osamu is much more psychological in his abuse. He'll take your food from you if he feels like you don't appreciate it enough. He'll waterboard you in the bathtub if you dare to lock him out. He decides if you get to sleep on the bed between them or if you earned yourself a cold night on the floor. He gives you medicine. He gets you the essentials you need. If he says no clothes, then none of them will let you wear anything for however long Osamu decides. You might fear Atsumu's outbursts, but unless you are in good graces with Osamu, you fear upsetting him at all times and getting punished out of the blue—and most of the time, it's not even your fault. Osamu also gets mad at Atsumu (more than the other way around), and you are taking the fall for it.

Both of them might reason with the other if it benefits them, but you'll never be able to play them against each other. Unless you crave punishment, that is. However, who is the scarier and who is the more dangerous twin might also change daily. You are never safe ;)

Atsumu's punishments are more that he forces you to do something you don't want to do, like humor him once he gets home. He'll force you into a kiss if you don't come up to him and peck him on the cheek and, likewise, will cage you under him on the couch if you refuse to cuddle and watch a movie with him. He's not above forcing himself on you if you refuse his advances, and he doesn't really take care of you unless you are being extra nice to him. He'll cook if Osamu is out, but only if you tell him sweetly that you're hungry and let him coo over you and rub your belly. And then all he pulls from the cupboards is cup ramen.

Strangely enough, Osamu does the same, just differently and on a bigger scale than Atsumu's. Oh, so you don't want to welcome him? Well, no food for you. It's in the fridge, but if you go and get it, he'll put you through hell. Atsumu kept you from coming to him? Too bad. He's asking you to come and warm yourself up because it's cold, but you ignore him? No warm clothes are for you; look how you'll survive the night. It's bathtime, but you locked yourself into the bath alone? Someone doesn't want the privacy of a door or to be in the bathroom alone ever again.

For both, it's about making your life inconvenient unless you do exactly what they want. Which can be, as mentioned before, difficult because they change their minds like they change underwear. But being affectionate and inviting is always the right thing to do; it just really sucks when they'll eagerly take you up on any of your offers, rarely refusing even if you change your mind fast.

Hope that answered your questions! Thanks for asking!! I love the two of them so much ♥♥♥

[19calicos]

when the sun sets, it rises again – miya osamu (one shot)

word count: 2.1k

cw: gn! reader (no pronouns mentioned), osamu uses "darling" as a pet name, established relationship, supportive osamu, depressive episode basically, coping, difficulty eating + lack of appetite, smoking a cigarette, feelings of guilt and hopelessness, some crying, angst, healing, hurt/comfort, happy ending, lowercase intended

it takes one flick of your lighter, and the tip of your half-smoked cigarette is alight once more.

you’re sitting on the flat part of your apartment roof, hidden away from neighbors in your building and others with decent privacy. your legs are bent and tucked into your chest, arms folded on top of your elbows, cigarette loosely hanging between two fingers. you keep your face buried, and only your eyes are visible.

"hey, darlin'," osamu's voice calls from your balcony below. a peek over the edge reveals him, dressed cozy with your favorite jacket of his thrown over his shoulder and a bag with a tupperware container and two thermoses in his hand. in familiar movements, he climbs onto the balcony ledge and pulls himself onto the roof, drapes his jacket around your shoulders, and settles in his spot by your side.

you turn your head away from the sunset and to your boyfriend.

"hi, 'samu," you reply, with a slight smile, albeit strained. the corners of your eyes don't crinkle with the smile though, he observes, but it's been that way for the past week now. you pass the cigarette to him. he accepts it, places it between his lips.

"i brought home the pork buns that ya like. want some?"

osamu turns so that his whole body is facing you, one leg folded on top of the other. he first carefully places the two thermoses, unscrewing the lids and unveiling miso soup. then comes the fogged up tupperware container in the space between you two, and when he pops the lid off, you see the steam rise. they're fresh and they look picture perfect; normally, you would have whipped your phone out right away to take a picture. instead, you blink at the meal and untuck your legs, finally putting his jacket on properly.

he takes this as a silent sure, and hands you the first pork bun. you both mumble a small thank you for the food, and dig in. osamu is quick to finish his–you could tell he was eager to enjoy his handicraft of such a time-consuming recipe that he'd prepped a large batch of–and you feel guilty as you only nibble slowly at yours. you consider placing your bun back in the tupperware for when your appetite comes back, but you decide against it.

it's osamu's cooking after all, and even with the way you've been feeling lately, you convince yourself to eat.

in the few bites of the pork bun you managed to eat so far, you tasted the love and effort osamu always cooks with. you knew that these were prepped for onigiri miya (it's an experimental item at the moment), so you appreciate that he brought home something he meant to sell. it feels a bit wasted, you think to yourself since you're not in a state where you can fully enjoy the bun, but you're trying hard not to be so pessimistic with his kindness that you fell in love with so long ago.

you reach for the miso soup and drink some of it. this one's easier to tackle since you don't need to put energy in chewing.

osamu takes a drag of the cigarette, mirrors you and drinks his miso soup too, and smiles fondly. he sees the effort to eat, and he feels proud of you.

"good job, darlin'," he leans forward and tucks some of your hair behind your ear: he wants to make sure you know he's proud. "i love ya."

the gesture and his words are simple, but they make you pause momentarily, make your eyes water ever so slightly–it's always been the smallest things that got you worked up. you try to swallow your reaction down with another bite, and you're barely successful. you put the now half-eaten bun back in the tupperware, pop the lid on top again for later. you don't look at osamu as you do this, even though you knew he wouldn't take any offense.

he's patient with you. it's another thing about him that you fell in love with. he makes you remember that there are good things when you feel like there are none.

"how was your day?" you manage to ask him. the cigarette is between your fingers once more.

you and osamu face the sunset now, watching how the sun sinks slowly. the soft pinks and purples of the sky fade into a deep blue. he looks thoughtfully at it, and at the twinkling tokyo cityscape too.

"today was alright, nothin' special. i had a bit less customers than usual, but it happens, i s'pose. it gave me more time to experiment with the pork buns and some side dishes," osamu casually shares. you hum in response. "how was yours?"

you sit with the question. it's harmless, but it sets you off a little. you know osamu cares about you and is checking in for your progress, but it makes your shoulders feel heavier. it's not his fault, really, it's just a lot right now to be asked how your days were, how you're doing.

today was grey and hazy, just like yesterday, the day before, and before that too. you'd blink after staring at a wall and three hours already passed you by. your head kept circling back to less enjoyable thoughts, repeating them like a broken record, and when you weren't at work you were in bed, letting your body eventually ache from how long you'd stay beneath the sheets, barely moving. it's been days since your chest felt light and full; these days, it was like your heart went missing, and the hole where it's supposed to be felt numb and empty, yet heavy and incapacitating. it makes you feel like this was all you've ever known, all you ever will know.

so you settle with telling osamu, "same as yesterday."

he scoots closer to you, slings his arm around your shoulders and holds you close to him. you hear the beat of his heart, steady and stable, reliable. it soothes you, brings you back from the fog your head has been in, but only just a bit.

"'samu, could i say something heavy?" you ask tentatively.

"of course, i'm all ears."

you exhale a little. "i feel like i'm never gonna get better."

you're not sure what came over you when you say it. maybe it's the cigarette that's making you honest tonight.

osamu doesn't seem to react, but really though, he's matching his breaths with yours, trying to comfort you in the little ways. you keep going nonetheless.

you and osamu watch as the smoke from it dances, rising to the stars, illuminated by the city, the fairy lights of your balcony, and the moon. then you kill the cigarette, drive the butt into the gravel of the roof and leave it at your side.

"i know i'll come back from this soon. i always do. but each time it comes around i just feel more and more tired."

he looks at you, presses a kiss to your temple. it's all he can do to try to soothe you, and he knows you have more to say. you tear up again, and this time you let a couple tears fall. you steady yourself though, and osamu knows how strong you are to be able to do that, so he wipes the tears for you, thumb impossibly gentle.

"i just, i'm frustrated. i'm trying to do everything right, the things you're supposed to when it gets bad. i'm making myself keep going to work, keep up the routines, i do my best at texting my friends back. i go outside and walk around the block and come up here to watch the sunset everyday. i try to eat real meals, i try to keep the apartment clean, do the things i love even when it makes me so tired. but i still feel this way, and it feels like it's for nothing."

you know that you're always the one to pull yourself through times like this, that's just how it is, but it's more draining this time around. the pain is there all the same.

osamu's heart breaks from your confession. he wishes you could see how strong you are to tell him this, how strong you are to try to keep up good habits when all you want to do is fade away. it's unimaginably hard. he sees it. he feels it. he knows it.

you've come so far, really. he knew that if it was you from a year ago, you'd do the opposite and let things crumble around you.

so he tells you.

"hey," he begins, then reaches over to hold your hand in his and kiss your knuckles. "yer getting better. it hurts, i can see it, but you've come a long way."

he wants to prove you wrong. he sees how you shut your eyes tight, bring in your knees impossible close to your chest. so he pulls you in closer, and wipes another one of your tears.

"ya didn't always do these things before. but you are now, and you're doing wonderfully. you're doing everything right, i promise."

then he lays a kiss to your forehead. he doesn't know what else he can do for you, so he's trying to put more into everything he does know to do.

"i'm proud of you, i always have been. and i love you. i love you more everyday. i'll take care of you, and i'll help you take care of yourself, always."

you look at him, and you take in his cool, steel grey eyes that always look at you with the warmest of love. the tears quietly flow freely down your face, the drops rolling off your cheeks. you wipe one side of your face, osamu beats you to the other. a hiccup catches in your throat, and your shoulders start to shake a bit.

"let's go inside, yeah? it's cold, and i'd love nothin' more than to cuddle up with ya under a blanket."

his words of comfort warmed you up alone. you didn't realize that maybe you wanted to hear things like that, that someone was proud of you and all the effort you've put. osamu has half-convinced you that there is merit in these habits you've been trying to cultivate, that it's not for nothing. you'll have to see the fruits of your labor.

you want to believe him, so you choose to, and you make the effort to trust your decision—you know from being with osamu that you can live in happiness, that it’s not something you don’t deserve. and it might be temporary, but it brings some of your heart back into your chest.

you follow osamu down the roof, drop back down onto the balcony with him, slide the door closed. you tell him you think you want to sleep, that you love and appreciate him but you feel low on energy from the vulnerability, and he's more than happy to support you and do what you need.

in your bed thirty minutes later, he holds you close to him and tucks the comforter up to your chins. he presses another kiss to your forehead, and you think to yourself that tomorrow will come, and that you could push through another day.

the day where your heart returns to you comes.

you feel it when you wake up, and you find yourself believing it with the way the light through the window panes seem just a little brighter. your chest feels less heavy, less numb, doesn't ache as much as it did yesterday.

you look up and out the window. it's a deep blue outside, but you could see the sunrise creeping, pushing it away, creating an ombré with a shade of lavender and bringing in light hues of orange and yellow. you watch as the sky settles into its daily bright blue and lights up the room in a mid-morning glow.

it's been some time since the rooftop sunset with osamu. next to you he is still asleep, bedhead and dried drool and everything. you love him so much, you think to yourself, and you're the one to press a kiss on his forehead this time, a silent message thanking him for supporting you so steadily.

you know that even if he wasn't there with you, you'd make it out of the tunnel to the other side. you're resilient that way, but it's easier with him there. it's easier when you know you have his love to recall upon when you think you'll never get better.

so you slide out of bed slowly as to not disturb your lover's slumber, tiptoe to the kitchen to brew the two mugs of coffee that osamu took over making in the mornings for the time being. the smell of the blend comforts you, and you realize it smells more vivid. you take a sip of it, and even though you burn your tongue a little, the taste of it blossoms. it didn't before.

there's a yawn in the doorway. you turn with less tired eyes and a small smile. "morning, 'samu. did you sleep well?"

he nods and leans in the door frame, hands in the pockets of his sweats, his patient, gentle smile beaming at you. osamu knows: your heart is finding its way back to your chest. you're a little brighter, a little more energetic.

you hand him his mug of coffee, and when you sip in unison with him, you can't help but smile.

he sees the crinkle in the corners of your eyes again.

[layskettlecookedchips]

"shh!"

miya osamu x reader

'The library’s pretty empty save for you and me and OH that couple making out loudly in the shelves somewhere'

hii guys, this is my first post! i also haven't written in awhile so there's that but i got inspired to write this one for my bb, osamu <33

warnings: none!

fluff, strangers to lovers, reader has crush (read: voov has crush) on osamu, hopeless romantic type beat

hope you guys enjoy! any feedback is much appreciated :-)

xoxo, voov (´⌣`ʃƪ)

If Miya Osamu could have any wish granted at the moment, it'd be having never agreed to tutor his dunce of a brother, Atsumu. It was already embarrassing enough having Atsumu make a grand (and might he add very loud) entrance, scaring the poor librarian at the counter, but this takes the cake. While Osamu's head is buried in his history textbook, his poor attempt at covering how bright red he was turning, Atsumu's head was buried in his classmate's face, tongues interlocked with such intensity you'd think he had come back from war. 

Osamu cleared his throat, a futile attempt to capture the box blonde's attention. It was late, thank God Osamu thinks, at least the coast is clear save for the poor girl at the front desk. He starts packing up his things. No way Atsumu was going back to studying and no chance in hell was Osamu waiting for him either. Grabbing his backpack, Osamu heads for the front but stops right by the front desk.

The time read 12:13am. The library had closed 13 minutes ago. You had everything set up, right on time too! All you had to do now was walk around to look for any lingering patrons and lock up. Easy as pie, except right as you neared the corner to the table where the last guest was sitting, you heard familiar, wet noises coming from behind the bookshelves. With a slight jolt and a small yelp, you ran back to the front desk, hoping the ever-so-lovely couple didn't hear your hurried footsteps. Taking a deep breath in, you let out a sigh. Library rules kept you from leaving until the last patron leaves so you got out your book. Might as well catch up on where you last left off while you wait. Before long, you're pulled into the fantasy world of storytelling, not noticing a flushed Osamu approaching your desk.

You were no stranger to the Miya twins. You don't think anyone could be with the way they carried themselves across campus. Atsumu, bubbly and confident although sometimes it borders on arrogant, was your seatmate in your shared history class. You knew much more about him than you would have preferred (Atsumu's quite the yapper, you quickly find out) but he grew on you as the semester passed by. However, as much as you knew about Atsumu, you also knew about his twin brother. Sprinkled between Atsumu talking about the newest "love of his life, for real this time!" and the hilarious stories from volleyball practice are stories from his childhood, most of which involved getting into some sort of fight with Osamu... You knew Atsumu would never admit it but he really did look up to his brother and you could tell from the tenderness in his face and the light in his eyes that he gets recalling how one time they got into a fight over who got the last onigiri that their Mom had made for them. (The story ends with Atsumu stealing it and Osamu beating him up, as do most of his stories.)

From what you gather, Miya Osamu was kind yet stern. Always keeping to himself but making sure his loved ones were taken care of, whether through a home cooked meal or a quick message ensuring their return home was safe and sound. Hardworking and always striving to do his best, Osamu was someone you admire. You found yourself dreaming about Osamu more often than not despite never meeting the twin yourself. The stories Atsumu told were enough to light a fire in your hopeless romantic heart but of course, it was just a silly little crush. Nothing more, nothing less. That is until you were face-to-face with the silver-haired twin, your face now flushed for an entirely different reason.

It's not uncommon you'll find Osamu apologizing for his twin brother. He clears his throat, ears dusted with a faint pink hue, 

"Hi there, I just wanted to apologize for my brother. He tends to get carried away quite easily..", Osamu trails off as he looks up to make eye contact with you. 

Maybe it was the creeping exhaustion or the way the moonlight came through the windows but in front of him was a view that took his breath away. There you sat, a rosy hue across your cheeks (presumably from how his company was increasing in volume..) with your head deep into a book, trying to do everything but pay any attention to the awkward situation you were in.

"O-oh, it's no big deal! Um, this happens more often than you'd think, really..", You let out a breathy laugh, embarrassment leaking out of your pores. 

Sure, Atsumu was quite the sight for sore eyes so you knew his twin would be of similar caliber but the sight of Osamu in front of you was enough to stun you into silence. Maybe it's the stories Atsumu would recount or your silly daydreams that would preoccupy you on the slower days at the library but your heart skipped a beat at the sight of a flustered Osamu. The moonlight did him nothing but favors as it hits his grey hair, highlighting the specks of silver from years of toning. Atsumu's stories fill your mind as you look up at his twin. In front of you stood the man that had been plaguing your mind and all you could do was stare. (Not a hard thing to do considering the way his compression shirt was fitting just right tonight..)

"I hope you have a great rest of your night..." Osamu trails off again before catching sight of your nametag, "..Y/N. What a cute name."

Osamu bows as he takes his leave, not before giving you a smile sweet enough to make your knees weak. The noises from the back are interrupted with the incessant ringing of Atsumu's cell phone. "If you don't hurry up and finish sucking face, I'm leaving your dumbass here and making you walk home." Osamu hangs up and waves bye to you before walking out the door with a hurried Atsumu (and his company) right behind. 

Nights at the library were usually slow, with patrons trailing in and out and the occasional question to look up specific books. There wasn't much to expect which is why you took the job offer in the first place. You enjoy the peace and quiet but tonight, as the moonlight follows the twins out the sliding entrance doors, you were a little more than happy to deal with some noise. 

[suplicyy]

look at me hq oneshot iS SO GOOD AKFHSKJDBFJW TSUKKI PART GOT ME SQUEALING LIKE AGRBGRGRHR WJ

can u write for osamu and kita? thank you!!

Look At Me!! (≧□≦)

Haikyuu boys x Artist!Reader

[part 1] – [part 2]

— Summary: You're from the art club, and for a project involving the volleyball club, you need to draw someone on the team, but that someone isn't him, and he definitely doesn't like it.

— Characters: Kita, Osamu.

— Warning/Notes: Jealous crush, misunderstanding.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

You are part of your school's art club, and since the president of your club has several connections around the school as he was the former president of the student council , they agreed to a collaboration between the two clubs with the aim of making a special project.

Each member of the art club would be tasked with drawing a picture of a volleyball team player, and at the end, the drawings would be displayed throughout the school; One of the main objectives of doing this was that this project could attract more people to want to participate in the clubs involved.

And to avoid conflicts between several people wanting to draw the same person, the president of your club decided that he would choose who each person would draw.

But this unfortunately meant that you were unable to make an art of the one that remained in your thoughts for a while. That's right, your crush was part of the volleyball club, but you never had the courage to reveal your feelings to him, because you thought he wouldn't feel the same way about you. But little do you know that he would be bothered by the fact that you "chose" to draw someone other than him... (he doesn't know that you actually wanted to do the project with him)

Shinsuke Kita

Even though the project was ongoing now, it did not stop him from continuing his peaceful routine, which is considered his "sacred ritual". But something seemed to be taking away his concentration at the moment, and that something was you and Aran doing the project together.

He really didn't understand why when he saw you together, he stared at you more than usual. He really doesn't understand this unpleasant feeling that is growing inside him. That certainly wasn't good.

No matter what he tried to do, Kita couldn't get the image of you laughing with Aran out of his mind; most of the time he didn't understand the jokes his team told him, but what would his friend have told you for you to give him such a bright smile?

He really wanted your smile to be directed at him.

Kita tried to be discreet about it, but his intense stares directed at you already gave everything away. And everyone on the team realized this, of course, but it was only the twins who had the courage to confront him about it.

"Hey Shinsuke, you’re starin' too much…why don't ya go talk to them?” says Atsumu, giving his signature smile. "Why are ya speakin' as if ya are an expert on this?" Osamu says to his brother, laughing in his face. "Gimme a break Samu!"

As the twins begin their daily argument, Kita thinks about Atsumu's words. There's no harm in him trying to talk to you, right? And with that thought, he walks towards you, who is alone now since Aran needed to go to the bathroom.

When you see him, you wave to the boy, giving him a smile that makes his heart flutter slightly. "Hi Kita! I'm sorry I didn't talk to you sooner, I was talking to Aran about the project!" "Ya don't need to worry about that." he says in a polite manner, then directing his gaze to the court, watching his teammates doing the project and training.

You stand side by side in an awkward silence, not knowing what to say to each other, but the silence soon dissipates as you begin to speak. "You know... it's really cool to draw Aran, but I think it would be even cooler to draw you." with those words, Kita looks at you with a surprised expression, but soon composes himself.

"The seriousness you radiate is always fun to see, you really were made to be the captain of your team." you look at him and gives him a smile, which makes the boy blush slightly. He soon gives a small smile too, and looks at the ground, feeling a little shy all of a sudden.

"I say the same. You're certainly a great artist, if it were me, I'd be flattered for being drawn by ya."

You laugh lightly at his words, feeling embarrassed by the compliment Kita returned to you. Everyone noticed the light flirtations you directed at each other, thinking about how you two were made for each other.

Osamu Miya

One thing that people close to Osamu notice is that when he gets stressed about something, it seems like his hunger becomes greater than normal. But now it looked like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

And as if it wasn't enough that you chose his idiot brother over him, Atsumu wasted no time in sending him a face, with the purpose of irritating him even more. Why did you choose that fool over him anyway?

Did you even know that Atsumu often picks boogers out of his nose and wipes his finger under the table when no one is looking? If you knew that, he's sure you wouldn't waste any time choosing the best twin (which is definitely Osamu).

'Oh but that's not even the worst thing he does, if you knew everything...' Osamu thinks looking at the two of you, while he eat a pack of potato chips from a completely unknown brand that was on sale.

"Osamu, ya can't eat this here, Kita will come and teach ya a moral lesson sayin' that 'this isn't healthy at all'." says Suna approaching his friend, while engrossed in his cell phone.

Too busy cursing his brother in his thoughts, Osamu doesn't respond to the boy who now sits next to him, furrowing his eyebrows in disgust to the fake blonde who is purposely talking too close to you.

"I'm goin' to go over there and kick this shameless guy in the face." Osamu grumbles as he eat the chips, looking away from you. "I don't think ya'll need to go there." Suna lightly pokes his shoulder, and then pointing at Atsumu, who is walking towards the two of them, holding a... bento box?

"What are ya doin' here? Aren't ya supposed to be doin' the project?" "[Name] had to go back to their club room to get some paintin' supplies." After Atsumu speaks, a strange atmosphere remains in the air, clearly showing Osamu's irritation with his brother at the moment.

"Hey, don't look at me like that, it's not like they's excited to do the project with me anyway." With those words, Osamu turns to face his twin, with an expression of doubt on his face. "What do ya mean by that?"

"Well...It may or may not be that they did this for you two thinkin' that they would participate in the project with ya, but it seems that the universe had other plans." Atsumu says as he hands the bento box to his brother, who instantly opens it to see what's inside.

Onigiris.

Made with all the love in the world by you, they were organized in rows, and it was possible to see that each one of them was made with exceptional care. In the same second, Osamu blushed to think that you did they thinking about him.

Maybe he will now take back all the insults he directed at his brother.

— A/N: I'M FINALLY ON VACATION🙌🙌🙌🙌

It will last about 3 weeks, so I will have plenty of time to write things here, and that means I can respond to all your requests and take less time to post!! I'm really relieved that I'm not burdened with so much schoolwork, this break will be really good for me.😢

[luza-wayne]

an important question.

miya osamu x reader

1.8k words

osamu bby! hope you enjoy this!

the sliding door opened and you quickly turned around and smiled at the person who just went in.

“welcome!” you and your workmates said, everybody's reflex making everyone speak in chorus.

when the customer settled for a seat, you quickly walked to them and pulled out your notebook and pen.

“good afternoon, what would you like to have today?” 

“yes. i’ll have today’s special.” they answered, smiling.

“roger.” you said as you wrote it down. you turned around and looked at the kitchen’s door where the cook patiently waited for orders.

“today’s special for one!” you shouted and he gave you a thumbs up to say he's got it.

as you were about to clean out one of the tables, you heard the door open again.

“welcome!” 

i think we're going to have a busy day today. 

… 

“phew…” you exhaled.

“(y/n),” the owner who also manages the counter calls. “please do the honor.” he joked.

you chuckled as you made your way to the entrance.

you turned the signage around and showed the ‘closed’ side. 

finally, you sighed.

you walked back in after you picked up the board outside. 

“one customer said that there was a graduation ceremony nearby.” your colleague informed everyone.

“so that's why…” you replied.

“let's clean up fast so we can go home already.” the owner ordered and you all headed to your designated cleaning areas and started the work. 

as you were arranging the plates, your workmates called you.

“(y/n), hey.” she said,

you turned around to look at her, but suddenly you're being pushed to the back door.

“eh? why? i'm not done with the plates yet.” you said.

“i’ll do it. i’ll do it. he’s waiting for you. i still owe you a favor for covering for me last time.” she said, giggling while she went back inside.

you knew who she was talking about, so you just thanked her and went to your locker and changed.

you tried your best to be as fast as possible, your feet probably moving faster than shinkansen.

you looked at the clock and noted that he's already waiting for fifteen minutes. fortunately, you're already done packing your things and retouching your makeup. 

you went to say goodbye to your workmates and to the owner.

you opened the backdoor and saw him sitting on the railing wearing earphones and scrolling through his phone, most likely, he's on tiktok.

since he didn't notice you were out already, you walked behind him and covered his eyes with your hands.

“guess who?” you uttered with a slightly different voice.

“damn. hmm… i wonder who… i can't think of anyone… oh my god… who is this?” he replied with the most monotonous voice you've ever heard in your life.

“haha, you're so funny.” you said as you removed your hand off of his eyes.

“why? i played along though?” he asked as he opened to you the plastic bag he was holding. 

“whatever.” you said as you scan for a certain flavor of onigiri in the bag.

he noticed you searching for your usual pick of onigiri.

“ah, shit. sorry, it was sold out today. i told one of my workers to leave some, but he was a newcomer, so he forgot it. pick a different flavor for now. i'll be sure to bring some next time.” he explained as he scuffled through the bunch of onigiri, looking for a certain one.

“here, try this. it's a new flavor. i'm still working on it. if you think it's good enough, then i'll add it to the menu.” he muttered and handed you the food.

“come on, don't say that. you’re pressuring me.” you whined, but still accepted it.

“well, your favorite flavor was also made because you kept inventing and mixing up ingredients, ingredients that are kinda suspicious actually, but who would've thought it'll become a massive hit to the customer.” he muttered as he stood up.

“first of all, i didn't know you put it on the menu and second, that just means that my taste buds are for the masses.” you said and took a bite off of the onigiri. “it's delicious, but it's kinda bland.” you commented.

“of course, i'll put it in. you said you liked it and that i should put it for sale. also, noted. thanks for the review.” he replied. he held you on your waist to silently tell you two to start walking. 

“i was obviously just kidding about putting it for sale! why would you take it seriously?” you told him, looking up at him. all while still continuing to eat. 

he just chuckled at your complaints and then went to grab one onigiri for himself too.

“at least, many people liked it.” he countered. 

“well… of course, i'm glad about that.” you replied.

you squeezed closer to him and rested your head on his side of his chest. he held your body a bit tighter, so that he could guide your body on the way home. 

“anyways, how was your work?” you asked, starting a new topic.

“well, it was quite hectic today.” he started and you hummed as a reply for him to continue his story.

“the newbie i was talking about earlier made a lot of mistakes, but he's getting the hang of it.” he added.

when there is a crossroad, the traffic light is still red. he stopped and looked at the remaining time. there's still a lot left.

you automatically stopped walking too when he did, but didn't bother to look at the lights. you know he'll tell you when it's green already.

while waiting he rested his chin on your head, before planting kisses on your hair. he likes smelling your hair. even after work hours, he said it still smells good and would smell it regardless.

“let's go.” he softly informs you when the lights say go.

responding to his voice, your body just moved on its own and followed the guidance of his hold on your waist.

“how about yours? did your work go well?” he queried next.

“it was so busy today.” you immediately replied, your voice unintentionally made a whining sound, not that you mind him hearing it. “there was a graduation ceremony near our work and a lot of families were celebrating there.” you complained as you wrapped your hands around his body and buried your face on his shirt.

the smell of his perfume is still present. the fragrance that you like the most.

he straight away comforted you by rubbing your back up and down.

“good work.” he chuckled.

you looked up at him, glaring.

“what? why did you laugh?” you asked.

“you're so cute.” he said, without missing a beat.

you immediately hide your face by burying your face once again on his shirt as soon as you feel your face heating up. 

“stop it, idiot.” you said.

“yeah, yeah.” he replied while ruffling your hair.

as you turned a corner, osamu remembered one thing they were talking about earlier. 

“that's right. are you free this weekend?” he asked.

you glanced up at him and tilted your head.

“why?” you told him.

“we're having a vacation with the whole family. wanna come with me?” he nonchalantly asked.

you let go of him and looked at him with a raised eyebrow. 

“are you serious?” you questioned him.

“that was a genuine question.” he answered.

with his family?!

“i-i'll give it a thought.” you replied.

“you don't have to come if you don't want to.” he reminded you as he pulled you closer again and planted a kiss on your forehead.

“i'll understand, don't worry. 'tsumu's also there so i definitely understand.” he snickered.

“it's not about atsumu! i actually get along with him pretty well. ah— that's right, i saw him the other day. he treated me to a drink, haha.” you said, thinking back about that day.

“what?” he halted and of course, because he was holding you close, you stopped too.

“why didn't you tell me about that?” he asked with a serious voice.

you were not an idiot. of course, you know why he's acting like that.

you wrapped your arms around his neck.

“don't worry. he didn't do anything funny. he was quite respectful to be honest. he knows his boundaries.” you smiled at him to calm him down.

he was unsure at first, but he did calm down from his obvious intent to land a punch on his very lovely twin. all thanks to you, though.

it’s not that he doesn’t trust atsumu, it’s just with the current situation, he might blurt out something unnecessary.

“here's my house. thanks for walking me home.” you said as you stood in front of him and tip toed.

“you're welcome, madame.” he replied to you.

noticing that you were tip toeing, he smiled and leaned down.

“thank you.” you said as you kissed his cheek. you smiled at him and he didn't even try to hide his blushing face.

“hey,” he hesitated for a moment.

“hm?” you hummed.

“i just wanna ask… are we—” he looked at you.

he sighed and shook his head sideways.

“nothing. good night.” he uttered, smiling. 

“be careful on your way home, okay? bye-bye.” you said as you turned around and walked inside.

“i will.” he smiled watching you go inside your house.

as soon as he made sure you got inside safely, he started walking towards his house. since he's alone now, he can now walk faster.

when he arrived home, he saw atsumu arriving too.

“why are ya' here?” he asked.

“what? can't i visit my twin's place?” he answered, already sounding offended by his twin's question.

osamu just rolled his eyes and opened the front door.

“did ya' just arrive home too? ya’ sure are late.” atsumu said, looking at his wristwatch. “ah. ya' walk (y/n) home, didn't ya'?” he guessed— right.

“hm… being so clingy with each other and even kissing, on the cheeks, picking her up from her work and even walking her home. are ya' sure ya' two ain't in a relationship?” atsumu smirked.

osamu looked back at him and glared.

“shutting yer' mouth will get ya' dinner, just so ya' know.” he threatened.

atsumu knows it better than anyone else. he really won't give him his home-cooked dinner if he won't shut up. 

osamu walked to the kitchen and started preparing dinner. 

“stupid 'tsumu. i also wanted to ask her that.” 

meanwhile, you turned the lever of the shower and closed your eyes.

i thought he was gonna ask me about our current relationship earlier. you thought as the water hit your skin.

i chickened out earlier. osamu thought as he turned on the stove.

both sighed in defeat.

next time, i’m really going to ask it! they both said for a million times, only to not bring it up tomorrow.

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