#poor miya again he is straight up not having a good time in this fic

[rengadyke]

Posting more of my phantom of the opera au because I feel like it

I’m picking and choosing which parts of each of the adaptations I want to use, so we’ve got “prologue is an auction taking place many years later” from the musical and “some guy wants to write a book about it” from the original novel

Content warning for mentions of the Battle of Okinawa--for anyone who doesn’t know, it was bloody and brutal and a lot of civilians died

If anything is unclear or doesn’t make sense, please let me know! It would be nice to get some feedback before posting this on AO3

Enjoy!

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Naha, Okinawa - 1945

The old, run-down building that once housed the Paradise Theater has not been special in decades. Now it is one of the ten percent of buildings left standing on the island of Okinawa.

Just a few months earlier, it sheltered two old men and their neighbors during the battle. The old men had once worked at the theater, and decades later their hobbling legs still remembered the way through the labyrinth under the stage. There they waited, terrified and hungry, but safe from the Americans’ bombs and the Japanese army’s demands to die honorably rather than surrender. When a nice young man explained that they were not going to be tortured and killed by American soldiers, the old men and their neighbors emerged from their shelter, amazed to find that the building was still standing.

The Americans quickly took over the theater after the fighting was done, using it as a hospital—or perhaps a brothel. Or both. Now they are holding an auction to distribute the treasures found in its vaults. The attendees are mostly American servicemen. Some foreigners are dressed in civilian clothes—collectors or reporters, perhaps.

No one pays any attention to the two old men sitting far behind the crowd. Surely none of them know that they were once the managers of the Paradise Theater.

“Can you believe it’s been 50 years, Kaoru?” the larger of them says in a very old-sounding voice.

“I still don’t know why you insisted on coming here,” the other grumbles. He has the air of someone who’s been an old man his entire life. His long hair and formal kimono would have been out of fashion even in his youth.

“You don’t feel sentimental about any of this?”

Kaoru grunts. “Why should I? It’s rotten luck that this place was spared while the temples were reduced to rubble. I suppose you’re feeling sentimental, Kojiro?”

Kojiro doesn’t respond, as a mask being taken from a box and shown to the audience catches his eye. “Kaoru, look!”

“Look at what?”

“Isn’t that the mask Miya wore? When he thought he’d been turned into a demon?”

“That one got broken, remember? We had to cut it up to get it off of his face.”

“It’s got a crack! Look! I swear it’s the same one.”

Kaoru adjusts his glasses and squints. “It seems your eyesight’s gone the same way as your hair.”

“Hey now, I’d be able to see as well as you if I wore your stupid glasses!”

“It’s better that you can’t see, really. If you could see yourself in the mirror, you’d probably break it...wrinkled cabbage.”

“You’re just as old as I am, puckered goya!”

“Sold!” calls the auctioneer. Neither Kaoru nor Kojiro knows much English, but they can mostly follow what’s happening. They watch as the mask that may or may not have been Miya’s is sold off to a young blonde man in a U.S. Army uniform.

“What do you think he’s going to do with it?” Kojiro asks.

“Hang it in his house, most likely. Maybe give it to a museum someday.”

“Why couldn’t we have put it in a museum?”

“There are a thousand masks just like it all over the country.”

Kojiro sighs. Maybe there are a thousand hannya masks in Japan. This probably wasn’t even Miya’s mask. Never again will it be part of a show. Now it can have a new life. As…a decoration.

Another item goes on display: an onnagata’s wig. Kojiro doesn’t bother asking if it might have been Miya’s, or Langa’s or even Kaoru’s from his days on the stage. It doesn’t really matter anymore. No one is left to miss the Paradise Theater, with the exception of two rather old men, sitting on a makeshift bench of rubble and watching their memories being sold off piece by piece.

“Do you think there will be anything of his?” Kaoru asks.

Kojiro could snap back with something about his poor eyesight, but he decides not to. Not with something like this.

“If there is, would you like to bid on it?” Kojiro offers.

“We don’t have any money.”

“We’ll borrow some money.”

“From whom?”

“One of those nice American gents!”

“And what would we pay them back with?”

Kojiro thinks. “How about a story? ‘Have you heard the tale of kabuki no kami? A ghost story certain to chill you to the bone—’”

“It’s not a ghost story,” Kaoru says softly.

“What kind of story is it, then?” Kojiro asks.

Kaoru’s gaze is trained in front of him, perhaps watching the drama play out again in his mind. “I think it’s a tragedy.”

Kojiro hums. “I don’t think so,” he says. “Not for everyone, at least. Not for us.” He gives his companion a wrinkled smile.

Kaoru nods stoically and stares ahead. The wig that might have been Miya’s, or Langa’s, or Kaoru’s is sold to a man in a suit.

They sit in silence until the last of the Paradise Theater’s treasures have been sold off. Then they pull themselves to their feet and set out for the long walk home.

To the surprise of both men, the young American who bought the broken hannya mask approaches them, a grating eagerness in his bright blue eyes. Another man who looks to be Japanese follows him. “Excuse me, sirs—”

“Sorry, no English,” Kaoru says, turning away. His statement might be more accurately interpreted to mean, “Sorry, I have no interest in conversing with English speakers” than, “Sorry, I have no knowledge of English”—though both are true. 

The American says something in English to the Japanese man, who turns to the old men and bows. “Our apologies," says the Japanese man. “Only, my friend thought he heard you mention kabuki no kami.”

“How typically American of him to listen in on our conversation,” Kaoru says to his friend in Okinawan. 

Kojiro ignores him. “How do you know about kabuki no kami?” he asks in Japanese.

The American speaks excitedly to his companion, glancing at the old men every so often, before gesturing for him to translate. “He was studying anthropology before the war,” the translator explains. “While he was stationed out here, he heard all sorts of local legends, including kabuki no kami.”

Kaoru and Kojiro exchange looks.

The American continues talking and gesturing excitedly, and the Japanese man translates. “He knows all about the fire, and the half-French onnagata who was kidnapped, and the mysterious deaths of—”

“Those tragedies all happened, yes,” Kaoru snaps. “But nothing about them should be of any interest to foreigners. You should leave the past in the past where it belongs.”

The translator hesitates, glancing uncertainly at the American. “Pardon my rudeness, but he says if you really believed that…you wouldn’t be here.”

“This little brat…” Kaoru mutters in Okinawan. 

“If you want to learn about the history of the theater, I’m sure there are records you can find,” Kojiro suggests. 

Again, the translator hesitates. “Many of those were destroyed during the war.”

“My condolences for your loss,” Kaoru says coldly.

The American doesn’t seem to pick up on his tone, nor does the man bother translating. The American continues: “That’s why I wanted to find someone who was there and talk to them. To save these stories before they’re lost.”

“This island has plenty of legends that are in danger of being lost,” Kojiro says. “Why are you so interested in this one?”

“Because it’s fascinating! Don’t you agree?” The translator makes a halfhearted attempt at conveying the American’s glee.

“That’s not the word I would use,” Kojiro says sadly. 

“And the mystery!” the translator continues, ignoring the old man as he struggles to keep up with the American’s frenzied speech.  “We don’t know where the kami really came from or who he was, or what happened to the onnagata—”

Kaoru clenches his fists. “Langa. His name was Langa.”

The American says something eagerly. Apparently he understands some Japanese.

Kojiro cuts off the Japanese man before he can translate. “My apologies, it’s not something we want to talk about,” He turns away, shielding his friend with his body as he often has before. 

This time the American speaks in broken Japanese. “But sirs, don’t you think the world should know—”

Kaoru turns around, pushing past Kojiro. “The world needs to know how to mind its own business!” he snaps. “If you aren’t going to leave our island, at least leave the two of us in peace. Do you understand? Leave us alone,” he says in English.

“Let’s go home, Kaoru,” Kojiro says in Okinawan. Kaoru already feels a little more fragile in his arms. At their age, strong emotions drain them more than they used to.

They leave the disappointed American and his companion behind and begin their long walk home. Neither of them mentions kabuki no kami or the Paradise Theater for the rest of the day. 

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*synth organ plays*

phantom au masterpost

[tutuchlee]

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Star Gazers

Author note: Hey guys! Here is the sk8 infinity fic I have been working on for anon !

I apologize for the wait, I was planning to have it done last night but 3 hours in I accidentally refreshed the page and lost my ENTIRE fic!

I also apologize if the writing quality is not it’s best— after losing the fic yesterday I found it hard to rewrite many parts and struggled with find my groove again. I’ve rewritten this about 4 times now and this was the best I managed to do.

I hope you all enjoy regardless, and I promise to do better in the future!

Summary: After finally coming to his senses, Reki makes up with Langa, only for Langa to give him a piece of his mind!

Word count: 2767 

Warnings: Some swearing, tickles, this fic takes place at the end of ep 10, so SPOILERS for those who have not gotten that far

Ships: Reki x Langa

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Misery. 

It was the only word that came to mind to describe the hell of a week Reki had gone through. 

It wasn’t easy to come to terms with the skill difference between him and his friends, especially his boyfriend who had surpassed all of them in the timespan of a couple of months. On top of that-- getting beat up, hit by a car, then waking up in a random hotel room really put the cherry on top for the young skater. 

The world felt as though it was completely against the young firecracker. 

However, none of his injuries could compare to the heart aching pain he had to go through from pushing his boyfriend away. 

Langa deserved none of this, for how could he? He was naturally talented in skating, and Reki should have been proud. He was his teacher after all--and usually a teacher wants their pupal to succeed, but for Reki, he just wished he could compare. 

Langa no longer needed him. 

He’d already taught himself far more tricks than Reki could have dreamed of and perfected each and every one of them. Meanwhile, Reki was falling behind, and drowning in his own sorrow. 

Perhaps what upset him more was the fact he still wished to skate against Adam. Watching them the last time had set Reki off for quite some time, for how could it not? Adam touched Langa as if he owned him, and on top of that he was already calling the two of them Adam and Eve! Who even was this guy!

But even so, Reki knew his actions were wrong. Ignoring his boyfriend, yelling at him and even purposely avoiding him was definitely the receipt for the worse boyfriend award. 

And of all places he had to realize this, it had to be upon waking up in the love hotel with some random guy. He had rushed home as soon as he could after giving a heart filled reply to the strange man who had asked him to quit skating, and realized his love for skating didn’t happen from being better from everyone, but from skating with those you love. 

Which was how the two lovers ended up here; Reki sprawled out on his back with Langa taking a faceplant into his stomach at the skate park once used to teach snow his first ollie. 

A groan escaped from Reki’s mouth as he slowly propped himself on his elbows, using one of his hands to rub the back of his head. “Langa..!” he whined, looking down at the snowflake that had yet to move, “Why didn’t you dodge me!” he asked with a subtle pout on his face.

Silence passed over the two with no response from the other. Instead, Reki noticed a slight quivering of his shoulders, and his panic quickly spiked. Disregarding his injuries, his attention was now on his boyfriend which he feared was injured.

“Langa!” he called out once more, moving his hand away from his head to gently nudge the others back.

 That’s when he was met with those beautiful sky blue eyes, with none other than a huge grin plastered across his face as laughter spilled out. His anxiety soon melted away at the sight as his eyes lit up, taking in the sight of his Canadian boyfriend. 

And eventually Langa’s laughter died down to a comforting silence as the two lovers gazed into each others eyes.

It was moments like these that Reki both loved and hated. He loved looking at his gorgeous boyfriend, basking in the affection he always gave off—but hated that he could not last more than five seconds without becoming a flustered mess.

His cheeks had blossomed into a crimson red as he quickly brought his arm up, draping it over his face as an attempt to shield himself from the other. And as he peeled his eyes away he glanced off into the distance, trying to give himself a chance to calm down. 

“Did you hit your head or something..?” He asked, trying to break the awkward silence he had created.

However, for Langa, he adored Reki’s reaction each time, sometimes purposely doing things just to see his firecracker sizzle. It was not easy to tame the other, especially with his hyper personality, but he found that with a little affection he could get the other to soften down. So adorable.

So, as he looked up at the other, he was unable to hold back anymore. From the bottom of his heart, Langa began his barrage of compliments to the other, telling him how much he cherished him as a skater and a lover. Reki had taught him everything he knew-- and seeing him hate skating just because of it pained Langa more than he thought it would. 

It had been everything Reki needed to hear and more, filling the void he had created of self-doubt. His words comforted him like a blanket, making his previous view on himself disappear as he continued to spill sweet nothings. It was all too much for poor Reki.

Langa knew Reki couldn’t handle compliments, and Reki mentally cursed at him for it as the crimson tint slowly crawled to the tips of his ears. Unable to take much more, Reki quickly put his hand out, stealing a glance at the pale face as he cut him off, “That’s enough! That’s really enough..!” he muttered sheepishly.

Curse you Langa.

But truly, the redhead felt at ease from his anxiety. And as he let out an embarrassed cry, he slowly fell back onto the concrete as Langa’s words circulated throughout his head, playing like a broken record. 

Feeling satisfied, Langa slowly lowered his chin down atop Reki’s stomach again, pressing his cheek against him as he too laid with the other.

And as the silence continued, Reki’s thoughts only wandered, thinking about what his next step would be in terms of skating and making it up to Miya for breaking his trust. But—those thoughts were cut short when an electrifying jolt pulled him out of thought, causing an unattractive shriek to escape his lips as he immediately sat up, looking down at the culprit.

There Langa laid, burrowing the tip of his nose against the lining of skin exposed by his shirt, abusing the access by lightly peppering kisses along the soft tummy it showed. It felt as if there were butterflies battering their wings against his belly, sending shivers down his spine with each kiss.

“H-hey!” he screeched, his voice cracking as he squirmed beneath him, “Quit it, you know I can’t stand it when you do this!”

Did Langa know this? Perhaps. But would he stop now? No.

Those gorgeous blue eyes Reki loved so much slowly rose to meet his, a clear mischief behind them that he didn’t want to acknowledge. His arms slowly wrapped around his lovers torso, encasing him in a trap Reki with he’d seen sooner. 

“Reki, I haven’t been able to hear your laugh in over a week. Don’t you think thats a little cruel?” He asked, a look of disappointment yet playfulness on his face.

This was it for little Reki. His instincts to run were starting to kick in, but as he squirmed below the other he realized now there was no way of getting out of this. Perhaps, plan B?

“L-Langa, wai-AIT!” 

His voice cracked mid plead as two fingers found their way to his sides, jabbing into that practically sensitive spot just between his ribs and hips. His back snapped straight at the unexpected sensation, causing yet another yelp from the teen. 

In a desperate attempt to stop the other, he reached down and grabbed his shirt, hoping to shut him out of the unfair advantage he had of his bare skin. However, that attempt was deemed a fail after he pulled the shirt over Langa’s head, trapping him and his devious intentions inside.

Unable to help a smirk from growing on his lips, the now trapped Langa pressed his cheek against the others stomach, rubbing it gracefully against his skin as if to show he was getting comfy. He let the other have a moment, peacefully laying there as his plan was going better than intended.

Reki, on the other hand, was a squirming mess. His mind was becoming discombobulated as he tried to figure out what the next move from the other was. But that was proven difficult since all he could feel was Langa’s breath, lightly dusting against the hairs lining his belly, making each one stand on end.

All he could do now was plea, hoping that his snowflake would have mercy on him. But alas, his words only went through one ear out the other, having no affect whatsoever on the situation.

With a light chuckle, the assault began. 

The fingers glued to his sides began wiggling, digging out the laughter he patiently waited for. It took everything Reki had not to scream as he jolted from side to side, his voice cracking while he erupted with his shrieky laughter. 

 It truly was music to Langa’s ears. His head bounced against his quivering stomach, getting to feel and hear his laughter as it echoed all around the skatepark.

But was it greedy for him to want more?

As his fingers wiggled deviously into the curves of his sides, he decided to change it up. Without warning, his wiggling fingers came to a stop, and instead changing to something much more unbearable. 

They gently pinched the others skin, making sure to get right into the grooves of his side to hit the spots he knew he couldn’t handle. He’d move up and down much as his wrist allowed him to, occasionally vibrating a particular spot that got a good reaction from the redhead.

To add onto that, those butterfly kisses soon returned across his stomach, turning him into a pile of mush as he laughed his head off.

Reki was always known for his loud and cracky tone of voice, and it truly showed through his laughter that changed in pitch every few seconds, cracking and screeching every time his sides would get drilled. 

There was little to no hope of getting out of this, and no amount of shoving or pleads seemed to be working, so all he could do now was take it. 

Squeezing his eyes shut, he slowly fell back in a heap of laughter, squirming beneath his boyfriend holding him hostage.

Anyone walking around might question what crime scene was taking place in the skate park, but to their luck no one came to check.

Instead he was left there to laugh his throat hoarse by his boyfriend who seemed to be enjoying this much more than he was. 

For minutes on end, Langa would pinch and drill into his sides, occasionally spidering his finger nails across the bare skin to cause his poor redhead to twitch and cry out with laughter. 

“L-LAHAnga!” he’d repeatedly screech, shaking his head from side to side to indicate he was done with the torment. But to his demise, Langa was buried beneath his shirt, showing no signs of stopping.

In some ways, this was Langa’s way of taking out his stress on the other for the past week. Did Reki really believe he wouldn’t be upset?

Hearing him laugh now made up for all the times his heart shattered at the sight of his usual happy and cheerful boyfriend unable to even shed a smile. Seeing that there were no screams for him to stop, he only assumed his boyfriend was enjoying it too. 

So as he happily continued his assault, the kisses he’d been leaving around the open canvas came to a halt. 

Instead, he moved himself into position just below the others naval and took a deep breath, grinning as he slowly moved down to press his lips against the skin, blowing as much air as possible to create that loud ‘PFTT’ noise Reki once used on him. 

That's where his firecracker exploded, screaming out with laughter as he kicked his legs out, arching his back as his skin rippled below his lips. The vibration carried from his stomach and traveled up his body, causing almost a tsunami of ticklish sensations to follow. 

“LAHAHANGAAAHA!”

Holy shit-- it tickled to the point Reki thought he might die.

Tears of mirth collected in the corners of his eyes before spilling over as Langa decided to leave tiny raspberries around his naval, causing the poor redhead to completely lose himself.

It was unbearable. 

At this point his laughter was beginning to grow silent since the onslaught of baby raspberries weren’t stopping, and Langa’s hands were still torturing his sides with pinches.

Geez, where the hell did he even learn how to tickle like this!

“L-LangHA! I-I...I cahahan’t take it!” he managed to wheeze out between his screechy laughter, smacking his leg against the ground to show he was k.o’d. He started to desperately claw at the back of Langa’s shirt, trying with all the energy he had left to pull him away. 

His bladder wouldn’t be able to take much more of this, and at this rate he’d definitely lose his voice!

But to his relief, the attack began to slow. There was one final raspberry on the dead center of his naval that resulted in a snort from the redhead, adding yet another embarrassing noise to his index of screeches, but thankfully that marked the end to his attack.

The fingers that were torturing every inch of his sides slowed as well, but never retracted. Instead, Langa decided to give him a little treat, and instead gave him the light tickles he knew Reki loved.

With the tips of his finger nails, he barely brushed them against his skin, hardly making contact as he dusted them across his sides. 

Reki, whom was now a sweaty pile of mush on the ground, panted heavily as the other let up on his tickle attack. After giggles were all that remained, and upon trying to calm down he could feel Langa giving him his specialty. 

The tickles that made his skin crawl, but also calm him to the point of sleep. 

He loved them, and so did Langa. They were usually used during their cuddle sessions to calm the firecracker who couldn’t seem to sit still, and upon the discovery Langa used them whenever he could. 

So as he laid there catching his breath, he felt the spidery tickles calming his tickled mind. They skittered up his sides, dragging back down just to do it again. As if he wasn’t exhausted already, they brought the extra wave of comfort and sleep with them. 

Langa knew what he was doing. He planned on taking the tired out skater back to his place so they could sleep together. His sheets were no longer stained with the sweet scent of the other, and usually it took a lot of convincing to get Reki to agree to sleep over due to his constant state of being flustered.

So as he as treated Reki to his favorite ghost tickles, he slowly popped his head out from the cave that was Reki’s shirt, flashing him a soft smile despite his hair being disheveled from the static. 

Feeling the other finally arise from the cave he’d created beneath his shirt, he opened his eyes slightly to glance down at him, still a flustered mess with a hint of sweat lining his forehead. 

“You...you’re cruel.” he wheezed, bringing his arms up in defeat. 

Langa only grinned, looking down at the exposed torso Reki had left him, which he knew was 100% intentional even if Reki refused to admit to it.

“I love you, Reki.” Was his reply as he finally untangled his arms from around the others waist, instead moving them under his shirt to lightly spider all around his sweet belly, dusting the baby hairs all around the soft skin.

He even drew a faint heart as Reki visibly pouted, clearly trying to ignore the fluttering tickles despite Langa knowing how much he craved them.

With a huff, Reki eventually looked down at him, unable to hold back the smile that he was forcing out of him. And as he looked at his snowflake, he realized now how lucky he was to have a boyfriend like Langa. 

And with that, he sat up, reaching down to cup his boyfriends cheeks as he drew him in, pressing a soft kiss to those lips he was proud to call his, pulling away moments after with a tired grin. 

“I love you too, Langa.”

[rogueyami]

Haikyuu!! Fic Recs

I love reading fanfics, and I have so many bookmarked that I want to share. Hope you all enjoy and give these writers all the love. All of these are completed works, and they are a mixture of one shots and multi chaps.

Kagehina

where the night goes by bigspoonnoya (M)

Summary:

When their bond loses the immediate context of volleyball, they're left to consider why it's still so vital and important.

Meeting again, by chance, six years later.

Somewhere to Belong by Esselle (E)

Summary:

Once a year, all the villages that follow the way of the sun offer up one of their own to be taken to the sun god's divine temple. Kageyama Tobio, an orphan and loner, never wanted to be chosen—and until the sun god appeared, no one ever wanted to choose him, either. All Tobio wants is to find a place he fits in. What he actually gets is another story entirely.

by this time next year by reeology (T)

Summary:

"I got offers from two universities," Kageyama announces, pointing at his chest with his thumb. "I'm going to play volleyball at Keio this spring."

"You still have to pass an exam, even if it's an easy one," Takeda-sensei hurries to add, although he is beaming and bursting with pride at his fluffy little crow chick taking off to play volleyball at a university level.

"I'll pass," Kageyama says with the same kind of confidence he uses when he tells Hinata he'll get the toss to him. He looks straight at Hinata, and Hinata jerks and turns red, wondering if maybe Kageyama knew he was daydreaming about something as stupid as the way Kageyama talks to him during a game. But then Kageyama just points at him and says, "You'd better get in, too."

Hinata, stupid, naive, idiot that he is, grins wide and nods and says, "Yeah!"

He doesn't know what he's in for.

Not Alone by seconddaysea (E)

Summary:

"I'll visit you," Hinata says. "So you're not allowed to get lonely, you got it?" He turns so they're facing each other, hands warm against Tobio's back. "I'm already lonely," he replies quietly, and he presses his face against Hinata's heart, squeezing his eyes shut, because if this is a dream he doesn't want to wake up.

maps, from me to you by tothemoon (T)

Summary:

This is a (non-chronological) account of the memories they make out of millimeters.

Iwaoi

we can do better than that by spaceburgers (M)

Summary:

Oikawa and Iwaizumi go on a road trip during the summer after their high school graduation. It doesn't go as expected, but maybe that's not such a bad thing after all. 

we shine like diamonds by whiitemists (T)

Summary:

Oikawa is nine when he first hears the word. The boys on the playground whisper it like it's dirty, like the way they daringly mutter the word fuck and then look over their shoulders to check their parents hadn't heard.

"You know Abe-kun from class?" they snicker, hands cupped around their mouths like they're passing along a filthy secret. "I hear his older brother is... gay."

here comes your man by newamsterdam (T)

Summary:

Iwaizumi’s left his cell phone on the bench, and while Suga keeps his gaze away from Iwaizumi the phone lights up with a new message.

Iwa-chan, it reads, Have a good day today! Good luck! <3 <3 <3

Suga chokes. It’s hard to imagine anyone calling the scowling and fierce Doctor Iwaizumi “Iwa-chan.” But marriage probably comes with all sorts of liberties.

Mrs. Iwaizumi must be quite the doting wife, Suga thinks. Delivering hand-made bentos and sending along loving messages.

No one really knows much about the new surgical resident, Doctor Iwaizumi, other than the fact that he's married. Suga's determined to find out more, and make a friend of him in the process.            

just hear me out by loveclouds (T)     

Summary:

To stimulate Japan's low birthrates and take most of the guesswork out of dating, a beeper system was biologically developed in people's wrists, an audible confirmation to show romantic compatibility.

Iwaizumi's beeper has been going off for Oikawa since they've been kids. Oikawa's has only ever been silent.

 Call Security! by DeathBelle  (T)    

Summary:

Oikawa Tooru is attractive, charming, and irresistible.

He thinks so, anyway, until he meets the mall's new security guard.

In which Oikawa has a crush, Iwaizumi has no interest, and a chain of shoplifting incidents brings them together.

Bokuaka

(Don't) Touch Me by DeathBelle (E)         

Summary:

Akaashi has always had an aversion to human contact, but earlier in his life it had been bearable. It isn't until his last year of high school that it becomes intolerable. By the time he enters college, any skin contact has the potential to send him spiraling into a breathtaking panic attack.

He reconnects with Bokuto in college, and he seems to be the only person with the ability to calm Akaashi down. He finds himself relying on his old captain more and more, especially when Bokuto deems himself Akaashi's own personal guardian. Despite their connection, he can't touch Bokuto, either; no matter how badly he'd like to.    

Upstairs by yoogiboobi (E)    

Summary:

Bokuto first sees his neighbour at the supermarket, three days after he's moved into his new place.

[...] 

For about a second, a heartbeat, he's met with a pair of dark, piercing eyes, with what is probably eyeliner, looking back at him. It really is just a split second before his hand knocks down three cereal boxes that hit him square in the head, effectively making him break eye contact and drop his groceries to the floor.

In which some of the first things Bokuto learns about his upstairs neighbour are the colour of his eyes and the sound of his moans.         

bang! now we're even by Authoress (E)

Summary:

Akaashi only has two rules when it comes to his profession. One, complete the job as swiftly and cleanly as possible. Two, never trust anyone who smells like blood.

Rule three is to shoot Owl Eyes in the face should he ever come across him, but Akaashi never tells anyone about that one.

Crisis Converted  by valiantarmor (E)    

Summary:

Akaashi Keiji is just a normal cop with a penchant for getting himself into trouble, when quite suddenly he finds himself with a big promotion and a brand new partner.

But his habit of finding trouble hasn't gone away -- if anything, it's only gotten worse. 

cracks in the pavement will lead you home by deusreks (M)    

Summary:

Bokuto often thinks about Akaashi, especially when he’s running. It’s like his legs know where they’re supposed to take him. He grows into a habit of running a lot, just to keep that feeling going. Cracks and holes in the pavement aren’t fun to jump over if the final reward isn’t seeing Akaashi’s face.

An alternate universe with a little bit of magic and a lot of growing up.         

Ushiten

died in my dreams by MTrash (Makaria) (T)

Summary:

If anyone asked Ushijima how it came to this, he wouldn’t be able to formulate a proper answer.

Ushijima likes his quiet, his order, and his solitude. That is, until a loud, talkative and a little chaotic cyber tech convinces him that that's just plain boring.

while i nodded, nearly napping (suddenly there came a tapping) by pseudoanalytics (T)     

Summary:

Of course if there was one thing that could be counted on, it was Ushijima’s blunt, total honesty. “Do you think Tendou is attracted to me?”

Reon froze. “T-Tendou?”

“Yes.”

Tendou was notoriously hard to read, but Reon kind of figured that he wasn’t the type to be anything less than painfully overt with romantic affections.

“I... I don’t think you have anything to worry about. I think if Tendou was attracted to you, he would let you know,” Reon said. “I'd guess he just considers you his best friend.” He hoped his answer would satisfy whatever frenzy the guy had worked himself into so Reon could finally take advantage of his last precious hours of sleep.

But instead, Ushijima visibly deflated in front of him. “Yes. That’s what I thought too,” he said miserably.

Oh, Reon realized. Oh no...

Executive Excursion by DeathBelle (E)    

Summary:

Tendou is fun, quirky, and interesting.

Ushijima is none of the above.

It's no surprise that Ushijima is drawn to Tendou's magnetic personality. What's surprising is that Tendou seems to like Ushijima, too.

With a little support from his coworkers, Ushijima decides to take a chance and ask Tendou on a date. The results are better than expected.

fascinating facts about geckos by miracleboysatori (T)        

Summary:     

Ushijima Wakatoshi.

That’s the coach’s name. And he’s the new biology teacher on campus, so not only is he incredibly beautiful, he's also smart as hell.

Tendou can tell he’s completely doomed.

Affection, and other Quantifiable Actions by badbavarois (T)   

Summary:

(He's a monster) Ushijima Wakatoshi isn't a monster.            

Misc/ Other ships

but not for spring to well up by tookumade (T)  OsaSuna 

Summary:

After ending a relationship with a fiancé, Suna returns home and tries to heal from heartbreak. Here, he finds friends in the form of the Miya brothers, and learns patience, forgiveness, and what happiness means to him.           

the more things change by deadseasalt (E)  OiKage   

Summary:

“So let me get this straight. You went to the Meiji-Chuo game and saw your old crush and after watching Meiji bring Chuo to a crushing defeat, you realized you were still crushing on him big time?”

Kageyama wishes he could spit in Tsukishima’s drink. “It’s not a crush.”

Tsukishima laughs. “You poor dumb fuck.”

Third Impression by DeathBelle (E) Kuroo x Semi

Summary:

If Semi has a type, Kuroo isn't it.

After their first meeting, Semi concludes that Kuroo is smug, presumptuous, and a little too flirtatious for his own good. Their second encounter doesn't change his mind, and Semi does his best to avoid a third.

Kuroo has other ideas, and Semi finds himself tricked into an impromptu tutoring session with Kuroo himself.

It doesn't go as badly as Semi expects.

Mannequin Men by surveycorpsjean  (E) BokuAkaKuroTsukki

Summary:

The modeling world is full of hungry wolves, constantly clambering over the other, snarling and desperate. They fight, and they kill, trampling over anything in their path.

In this case, Akaashi fell in love with the wolves.

Efflorescence by h_lovely (E) MatsuHana

Summary:

"Are we flirting?"   "Do you want to be?"

[Efflorescence (n.) a state of blooming, flowering, and development.]

[knightofameris]

hot chai tea — kita shinsuke

𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: neutral 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜: reader has a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 1.3𝚔 𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: okay I was trying to not include any notes for these but I had to for this! After writing (well, partially into writing it) this I found that I enjoyed it enough that I wanted to submit it for @agaassi​‘s 4k celebration 🥺 It’s not a cafe AU, but I call it the “cafe au but make it boba” I’ll include a bit more of some notes at the end so uhmmm catch ya in a bit! 

𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍: hot chai tea 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 ChaTime  𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔!

⇽ 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 ◜𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚋𝚘𝚋𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚞◞ 

Everything that could go wrong, went wrong. 

First you woke up late, you didn’t even have time to eat, the campus bus left you as you were running towards it which made you late to your last 8AM (with an attendance policy) class of the semester. Then, you realized you brought the wrong notebook for your 8AM class for the review session since finals was next week and you forgot your laptop so you resorted to taking notes on your goddamn phone. Ah, but then your phone died and you forgot to bring a charger and a portable. Because of that, you lost track of time while studying that you were late to work. 

You only made it into work 10 minutes late but it was in the midst of a rush and you messed up the first three orders terribly. So badly that your coworkers and manager just put you in the back to sort some things instead. 

That’s how you found yourself scowling as you carried boxes back and forth, organizing cups and food items in the fridge. This is it, this was your villain origin story. Forced to the back after a shitty day and—

A strict, yet soft, voice called out to you. 

You felt a shiver run down your spine, stopping you in your tracks, and slowly turned towards the voice of your manager. 

Kita Shinsuke.

Honestly, you weren’t usually scared of him. He’s a nice guy, kinda robotic at times, but he has an aura that commandeers respect. He says it like it is, but he cares a lot. Always on time, always working efficiently, always able to handle the Miya twins when needed. 

It’s just that... He’s never had a reason to use that voice on you. 

“Ah, Kita-san, what’s up?” You asked, trying to put on a smile. 

His intense eyes stared straight into yours and you immediately looked away, feeling a bit too vulnerable under his gaze. 

“Is there some reason why you’re not performing like you usually do?” 

Right, Kita was always someone who could do his job no matter what happens. Performing anxiety was nonexistent to him. Or any anxiety for that matter. 

“I, uh,” you debated between telling him a lie but you had a feeling he’d read right through you. Maybe being honest was the better choice here. “Just had a bad day.” 

Kita doesn’t say anything. Instead, choosing to wait. So you set down the box with a sigh and began explaining everything that happened. And he listens, fully and wholeheartedly. He doesn’t say anything, nor is he thinking of what to say until you finish. By the time you’re done going over the events that transpired that eventful day you find that you’re choking back tears. 

“I want you to take a deep breath,” he instructed. He walked up to you as you did so and set his hands on your shoulders. “With finals next week, you should go home and rest so it doesn’t impact your exams. Your immune system is weakest when you’re stressed and you should take care of your body-”

“Wait, Kita-san—” It’s already too late, he had you turned around and began pushing you towards the exit in the back. 

“-Eat some dinner and sleep early tonight. Then make sure to get plenty of breaks as you study.” 

“Wait, but Kita, I need to work,” you pleaded, dropping the honorific. Although, that caused you more of a fright than himself as you scampered to try to fix your mistake but Kita just holds up a hand. He didn’t really mind the fact that you dropped it. 

“Do you need the money?” 

You blinked then stare down at your feet with a soft murmur of ‘yes’ and begin to explain, “I work the exact hour of shifts needed to pay for rent before the end of the month. Financial aid only covers tuition and just enough for groceries so...” 

Kita’s quiet for a few moments before he lets out a sigh, “You should still go home.” 

“Wha-? But-!”

“If you need to work an extra shift, I can work one in for you. After finals which is before the end of the month and before your next paycheck.” You frown, weighing your options and as you do so, Kita leaves to go towards the front. Which was confusing as you’re left standing there in the back. You were surprised that none of your coworkers came by but you suppose it’s because they didn’t want to fall under Kita’s wrath with poor word choices. 

It wasn’t until a few moments later that his figure comes into view and in his hand was the standard ChaTime cup that always held warm drinks. Kita holds out the drink towards you and you hesitantly grabbed it. 

“It’s chai tea, not too caffeinated so you’ll be able to rest easy tonight but just enough energy to get you back home,” he told you. You can’t help the few tears that escape your eyes but Kita’s face doesn’t change, no pity and no anger. Just a softness you couldn’t place. It makes your cheeks heat up. You hope you can blame it on you crying, even if it wasn’t much.

“Thank you, Kita-san,” you hesitantly take the cup out of his hands after wiping away the stray tears. “I’ll be sure to rest up tonight.” 

He gives you a curt nod and you’re already on your way to clock out and on the train back to your apartment. You finish the drink by the time you get back to your apartment and do everything that would make Kita proud. Eat dinner, drink water, and rest for the rest of the night. Maybe do a little face mask and watch a bit of Sailor Moon. 

For the first time that day, you were content. 

***

The next time you walk into work is long after finals week finished. There was a bit of a dance in each step you had as you strolled through the boba shop for the morning shift. But that soon came to a halt when you heard someone clear their voice. 

“Oh, Kita-san,” you laughed sheepishly. You could’ve sworn there was a slight smile on his face but that was the least of your worries once you noticed he had two cups in his hand. 

“Here, I hope your finals went well,” he handed you the warm drink and you immediately knew it was chai tea. 

You stared at Kita as he drank his own drink, maneuvering through the shop. You noticed that for this shift, it was just the two of you working. You also noticed that Kita must have been here for a while, the floors were mopped, the teas and toppings were all prepped and ready, monitors had all the drinks, and he prepped both of you a drink. 

He must have gone out of his way to make your shift a little easier. As you drank your tea, the corners of your lips turned upwards ever so slightly. Kita may definitely seem cold at times, blunt even, but he truly looked out for others. 

“Hey, Kita-san,” you called out, walking towards the front where he was standing. He looked up, staring at you as he waited. “You wouldn’t happen to know why my landlord said I could pay my rent late with no fees, would you?” 

Kita hummed, returning his gaze out the window where people were walking and took a sip of his drink. 

“No,” he replied. An uncharastic smirk made its way onto his face that you barely noticed as he took another sip. 

You chuckled, shaking your head. Staring down at the cup in your hands, your fingers playing with the cup sleeve, you struggled to find the right words only to resort for something simple. 

“Thank you.” 

Kita’s brown eyes glanced towards your figure, happy that you seem more well rested. He takes another sip from his cup before speaking up.

“You’re welcome.”

𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚢, 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗!

𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜' 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜: okay hi again lmao. I guess this kinda exposes which anon i am and which college i go to WHOOPS LOL and iykyk lol (to anyone else reading that’s not ae ra). I was going to submit my atsumu one for the 4k writing challenge but I’ve gotta admit, I do not have a plot for his fic yet (as of the moment I’m writing this). And like I said before, I really enjoyed writing Kita’s sm that I wanted to use this one to submit for the writing challenge plus as i started i already had begun to write this in mind for the challenge. (i was also debating submitting Akaashi’s but then I realized I had posted that one already askdhkjf) 🥺🥺 though, this was definitely me being a bit more “risky” (?) since this is the first i’ve written for kita so I’m still trying to understand his character hnng. but i hope you enjoyed reading it! 👉👈 

I haven’t been able to write many things that are over like 3k lately so hopefully this short little fic suffices 🥺🥺 And I’ve only recently been motivated/inspired to write these boba fics, otherwise I would’ve done something else entirely! But it’s been a hot minute since I’ve done a writing challenge and I wanted to celebrate yours and i love love love writing challenges. 

Anywyayyayay, I’ve always enjoyed your writing but I really hope you’re taking your time to take care of yourself! Remember to write for you, get your sleep, eat and drink water (please don’t drink just milk tea omg), study hard, and uhhhhhhhhh make sure to relax!!

[hollypastl]

Twins of a feather: miya atsumu x twin! reader

This fic is some horrible amalgamation of OHSHC, The Twelfth Night, and Mulan let us pray for everyone’s sanity. Y/B/N = your brother’s name

You would do anything for your brother, and when you meant anything, you meant anything. So when he tore his ACL the summer before high school, (which happened to be a volleyball powerhouse) you asked him what you could do.

It was a joke of course, he had jokingly told you that taking his place was the only way he’d ever work up enough brownie points to be a regular by his second year. But you took it seriously. After all, your brother was always the “better twin” out of you two. He was athletic, hardworking, good looking, and had so much going for him. You, on the other hand? You were set to homeschool yourself for high school so you could speed through the work without wasting time in class, all so you could spend more time playing video games and watching anime.

But your brother had always been there for you. Always. He protected you from bullies all throughout elementary and middle school. He still played 1v1 FPS games with you even though you kicked his ass every time. He was the best big brother (by four minutes, but who’s counting?) that you could have ever asked for.

So you get a haircut, by a binder, and spend the entire summer learning how to play volleyball. You’re just lucky that you two have always been the same height and that he plays Libero. If he were taller, there’d be no way you would have a chance of pulling it all off.

The first day of school is… easy. You like wearing pants for once and not having to wear makeup is great for your skin. Maybe pretending to be a guy online to avoid sexual harassment for all these years has finally paid off. The class plays some icebreakers and you make friends with as many guys as possible. It’s a little weird having to switch the way you talk, but at least you’re not close enough with anyone to have them calling you by your first name. You also don’t recognize anyone from your middle school, which is a godsend. You think you look enough like your brother to pass as him, but you didn’t want to take any chances.

The day finally ends and you just want to go home and play CoD, but you have to go try out for volleyball.

You change in the bathroom and arrive at the gym shortly after school ends. The team is slowly trickling in, full of tall boys who tower over you. Even the other Libero is at least three centimeters taller than you.

The coach starts off tryouts with a three on three match between all six of the first years trying out. You’re placed on a team with two ridiculously tall boys who don’t seem to even notice you, but you shrug it off. The only thing you can focus on is making the team, and all you have to do to achieve that is receive these stupid balls. They don’t matter.

The other side serves first and you call out to receive. It stings, but it’s nothing like the force your brother could dish out. You send the ball flying back into the air, right above the setter, who tosses it in a messy arc that the spiker barely reaches.

It goes on like that for a while. You receive and occasionally set the ball. Your serves are shit but at least they get over the net. You’re lucky that your reflexes are top notch after years of gaming or you would’ve really been screwed.

Your team wins to your surprise and you feel that rush of endorphins that comes right after beating a boss or leveling up. You finally get what your brother has been talking about all these years.

The coach sends all the first years home except for you and one other guy, saying that the rest of them are welcome to try out next year or find another sport.

You stifle a girly squeal of excitement and finally take note of all the upperclassmen you have to get to know. The thing that stands out to you first is the twins. All you can think of is the notion that it really is a small, small world. The next person you notice is someone with black hair and a middle part, who looks like he’s secretly watching vines on his phone. After that is the captain, who introduces himself. He’s kinda plain and you wonder how someone as ordinary as him had the leadership skills needed to be captain.

You run drills after and the coach mentions that the team already has a practice match set for next week. It’s only when practice is officially over that you get a feel for what this team is really like. They’re complete trolls. Memelords. Whatever word worked best. The second the coach left the room, the twins were fighting, Suna (you had learned his name at some point) was catching it all on video, and Aran was looking like he was in the middle of his own personal hell.

These were the type of people you could learn to like.

---

You make it through the first week without any trouble. So little trouble in fact that you think the gods are waiting to dump all the trouble on you all at once.

“L/N!!! Is that you?”

You’d recognize that annoying voice anywhere. It was the class rep from your middle school. Of course she would go to the high school where your practice match was at. Of course she would be the manager for the other team.

You turn around, leaving the pack that the team was walking in and speed walking over to the girl before she could say anything else.

“Wow L/N, did you cut your hair? It looks cute, but I almost mistook you for-” You slap a hand over her mouth before any of her words could reach your team, whipping your head around to see if they were paying attention.

They weren’t.

“Listen.” Your voice is low and sickly sweet. “I can’t tell you the details, but I’m acting like a boy right now, okay? Just use my surname and refer to me with male pronouns, okay?”

She gasps, fiddling with her glasses. “Oh my gosh, L/N! Are you transgender? I’m like, totally cool with it, so don’t worry! Your secret is safe with me.”

You figure that correcting her would only make things worse, so you let her believe it, making your way back to your team.

“Looks like L/N is popular with the ladies.” Thing One elbows you in the side and you elbow him right back, not in the mood for his teasing.

“Careful, Atsumu. Your ugly bleached hair is turning green with envy.” Half the team howls at your roast, an art that you’ve carefully perfected after years of clapping back to assholes online. He glares at you like you’ve just killed his first born and you flip him off, following everyone else’s lead in getting ready for the match. You don’t play for the first set, but coach puts you in for the second, saying you better not screw up, and you shiver with anticipation.

It’s the first time you’ll be playing in a 6v6 game and although you know it’s gonna be different, you’re not one to let nerves get to you. Aran told you in passing the other day that you were a lot like the captain in that way.

The other team can tell that you’re a first year. Whatever girlish features you possessed were misconstrued as childish, so they make sure to aim all their serves straight at you.

You receive most of them cleanly, but you flub one or two of them. Most of the time you’re just in awe of how seamlessly the twins play together. It’s amazing and you can’t help but be the tiniest bit jealous that your brother couldn’t be here. Although, that would mean that you wouldn’t be here… Still.

---

The next few months are grueling. Day after day is filled with blood, sweat, and tears, and sometimes you want to quit, but something always stops you. Sometimes it’s Suna referencing a meme during the middle of a game, or Aran saying something so wholesome that your whole heart can’t help but sigh at how innocent he is. Other times it’s Atsumu’s invite to play Fifa at one in the morning and all the stupid shit he says over the head set.

There are some close calls and times when you almost get caught in your big lie. For example: training camps. They were your worst nightmare. Finding discreet places to change and reasons to not bath with everyone else were hard and you found out the hard way that sleeping next to Atsumu was a big mistake. Not only were his snores louder than a volcano erupting, you woke up to him clinging onto you like a koala bear.

There was also the time when you were out with your brother (who could finally walk like a normal person again) and you spotted the -other- twins from across the market and you almost gave your poor brother whiplash from how fast you pulled him around a corner. You would’ve been fine with seeing them in public if not for the fact that you had girls shorts on and you could clearly tell that you had boobs from the thin top you wore.

The closest call definitely comes late after practice one night in late December when everyone is walking home.

Suna, the little shit he is, suggests that they play Truth or Dare.

“What are we?” You sneer. “A bunch of girls in grade school?”

Nevertheless, several of them agree and the rest are roped into participating.

The first few are pretty normal.

“Do ten push ups.”

“Whaaaa? That’s easy.”

“Okay. Do ten push ups but you can only use one finger.”

“Steal the light bulb from that lamp.”

“It’s like twenty feet in the air!”

Kita still manages to do it.

“I dare you to give me twenty bucks.”

“Fuck you.”

Atsumu finally is chosen for the slaughter.

“Truth or dare?”

“We’ve had way too many daredevils, so truth.” He says.

“Hmmmm.” Osamu rubs his chin. “Out of all the people in this group, who would you go gay for?”

“Y/B/N.” He answers it so nonchalantly and quickly. The worst part is when the nods of agreement come about.

“Yeah, Y/B/N is definitely the prettiest out of all of us.”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’d totally fuck you.”

“Plus he’s just so adorable!” Atsumu throws an arm around your shoulder and you know blood would be rushing to your cheeks if not for the fact that it already was there from the freezing cold air. “Don’t you just wanna cuddle him all the time?”

You’re lucky that the turn where you break off from the rest of the group is here and you can escape the awkwardness that is a bunch of boys thinking they have gay crushes on a cross dressing girl.

You wake up the next morning to the happiness that is the weekend and a text from Atsumu asking if you want to hang out. You want to say no, because weekend time is strictly reserved for catching up on all the gaming time you miss because of practice, but he shoots you another text when he sees that you’ve read it, saying that you guys can see that action movie you were freaking out about the other day and then stop by the frozen yogurt shop you like. And that he’d pay for it.

You get ready in your guy clothes, which are a pair of joggers and a hoodie with a windbreaker pulled on top. You almost forget your gloves and earmuffs while leaving, but your brother has enough mind to stop you and your airheaded self.

Atsumu has already bought tickets, and a large popcorn and soda to share when you get to the theater. You’re surprised when you stick a straw in the soda and find out that it’s rootbeer, your favorite and his worst enemy. Why would he buy a soda that he hates when he knows you’d be just fine with something they both liked?

The movie is incredible and you two walk out of the theater with your minds blown. You can’t stop talking about every single easter egg, action sequence, and joke that happened and Atsumu can’t believe that you remember so much after only seeing it once.

“Y/B/N, this is really awkward for me, but I’m just gonna come out and say it.” He starts, hands stuffed in his pockets as they walk towards the frozen yogurt shop. He’s obviously having a hard time forcing the rest of it out, so you stop and tilt your head to the side, waiting for him.

“I think I have feelings for you! The romantic kind, to be specific.” He blurts out. “Which is weird, because I’ve never been attracted to guys before, but uhhhh, I guess there’s a first time for everything.” His words are racing out at a mile a minute now and you can barely keep up. “I dunno, I’ve just been feeling this way for a while now and I tried to make it go away because I have no idea if you’re into girls or guys or anybody for that matter. Hell, I even tried to talk to ‘Samu about it, because we both know he’s very bisexual, but all he told me to do was tell you, so here I am, feeling like an idiot, so please just say something so I can stop talking.”

You unclench your jaw. You weren’t expecting that. “Atsumu…”

He looks like a scared puppy and all of a sudden you have to decide if you feel the same way he does. But if anything, he does deserve to know that he’s not crazy for being attracted to you.

“You’re not bi.” You sigh, wondering just what you were getting into.

“If this is your way of letting me down easy-”

You grab him by the wrist and drag him into the little sidestreet so you could have some more privacy for what you were about to show him.

“Y/B/N, what are you-”

You turn back to face him and grab the bottom of your hoodie, bringing it up to expose your bare stomach and the sports bra you were wearing.

It takes him a second.

“So you’re…”

“Yep.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and decide to go ahead and tell him why before he has an aneurysm.

“Long story short: My brother was gonna go to Inarizaki, but he injured himself and couldn’t play. I’m just filling in for him for this year.”

He looked like he was about to faint.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.”

Of all the things to fixate on in that explanation, he chose that? “We’re twins.”

He freaks out again. “You have a twin and you didn’t tell me?! A fellow twin? That goes against the fuckin’ twin code!”

You scowl. “It would have blown my cover! And what do you mean by the twin code? I’ve never heard of that!”

“Maybe it’s ‘cause you’re a fraternal twin. You guys are really just siblings born at the same time.”

“Don’t look down on me ‘cause I’m a fraternal twin! Identical twins don’t seem to have it better, you and Osamu couldn’t get along if I paid you to!”

“At least ‘Samu hasn’t turned out to be a girl!”

“Oh shut up!”

“Make me!”

You shoot out a hand, grab him by the collar, and kiss him, which surprises you way more than it does him. He’s frozen for a split second before he starts moving his lips against yours and slips his tongue into your mouth. Wow, he’s a good kisser. Your arms move to wrap around his neck and one of his hands is resting on the small of your back while the other is playing with the short hairs at the nape of your neck.

You break away first and properly process what just happened. You kissed Atsumu. And you liked it.

“So, do I get a second date, or what?”

You smile and let out a giggle for the first time in months. It’s high pitched and girly and it’s a relief to finally talk like yourself to someone that wasn’t your brother. “A second?”

He nods. “I think this was a pretty good first date.”

You take a second with that. He wasn’t wrong. Under all social standards, this was a date. They did something social together, he paid for it. They even kissed at the end of it.

You cock your head to the side and peck him on the lips. “I guess it was nice.”

“That’s a yes to date number two then?”

You nod. “One condition though, you can’t tell anyone. I still need to make sure my brother can play next year.”

He agrees immediately, hugging you tightly.

“That means keeping your hands to yourself when we’re around other people.” You say, swatting his hand away from its creeping path to your butt.

He hums in thought for a second, running a hand through his hair. “I dunno…” He muses. “Actually wait.” His tone turns serious. “If you get kicked off the team then I won’t be able to stare at your ass during practice anymore.”

“Atsumu!” You smack him and grab his hand, lacing your fingers with his and heading towards the frozen yogurt shop.