#sakuatsu fanfic

[peach-star-drops]

Here’s the thing: Atsumu does not fight to kill. 

He tells himself that he never ever argues with the intent to hurt the other person - which is halfway a lie because sometimes he gets so mad that words slip out and they are meant to bruise. But that’s the thing, the words are only meant to bruise. 

He doesn’t throw words out that can stab. He does not cut people down into shreds so harshly that they do not know how to recover. 

Every hit he makes is just above the belt, never below it. 

Enough to hurt, enough to make things seem like they are worse than they really are, but he does not gut people. Not if he can help it. 

It’s a very carefully crafted skill, and it’s one that he never would have had if not for the constant fights with his brother. Truthfully, Osamu was his saving grace here. If he’d never learned how to toe the line with his brother, how to say words that irritate and sting but never cut, he’s actually quite sure that he would only fight to kill. 

But instead, Atsumu does not fight to kill. He does not go below the belt. He never crosses a line that cannot be uncrossed. He needles, he pesters, he bruises, but he does not stab. He does not slice. He does not hurt people without making sure that he is not hurting them enough to break them. 

It really is a skill and it really is something he’s done all his life. 

He does not shoot to kill. He never has. He’s not sure he ever will, even in his worst moments. 

Kiyoomi does not have this skill. 

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[dottie-writes-haikyuu]

I’ve Got my Eye on You

This isn’t related to my apocalypse au! This was just for funsies!!

Sakusa was wearing a deep frown, eyes cast down as Atsumu gazed at him from his seat on the couch. 

"Omi?"

The ravenette's hands were trembling when he looked up. 

"We should clean up some," the other said stiffly. Atsumu turned around fully, concern starting to permeate his mind.

"We just did, right before ya showered, which ya just finished."

"I'm gonna take another shower," stated his boyfriend. His monotone was cracking. He turned, the blonde getting up and going over to him.

"What's wrong?" he questioned softly after getting between his lover and the door to the bathroom.

Sakusa felt more compelled to repeatedly clean an area or himself when he felt shitty; it gave him control over something and something to focus on. Atsumu had noticed that early in their relationship. The ravenette gave no reply.

"C'mon, sweetheart, yer stressed. What's goin' on? Talk ta me."

"Nothing, Atsu, I just don't feel well," came the response. He tried to get around the setter to no avail. "Just let me shower one more time, alright?"

"This a no-touch night?"

The hand reaching for the doorknob hesitated. Sakusa glanced back towards Atsumu, his face all screwed up.

"We can put the pillows between us an' just watch Shrek," the slightly shorter man softly offered. "Would ya like that?"

A nod. Kiyoomi's skin still crawled with the nonexistent dirt and bacteria he was convinced were on his skin.

"I'm gonna shower this last time, okay?"

"Don't scrub yerself pink. Am I towelin' yer hair? Baggin' yer clothes? Didja leave Maggie on the bed?"

He shook his head for the last question, not assuring that he wouldn't scrub the invisible impurities from his skin until he was pink. 

"I think you can towel it, yeah. Yes, please bag my clothes. I don't wanna have something on my skin that's touched everything else...that's disgusting."

"It is,” Atsumu agreed with a nod as if they didn’t do that nearly all the time. “M'gonna go wash my hands 'n get everythin' ready for ya, okay?"

Another nod and Sakusa went for a shower while Atsumu went to prepare the bedroom. He turned on the hot water, because the higher the temperature, the more germs died. And he scrubbed meticulously until his boyfriend came banging at the door to see if he was drowning. How you drown in a shower is a mystery to him still.

"Omi, ya doin' okay? It's been thirty minutes! Didja drown? Or slip? Are ya dyin'? Oh wait, are ya cryin’ in there? Sorry, I didn’t mean ta interrupt!”

"I'm coming out! Jesus, Atsu!" he shouted over the running water as the blonde yelled something about how he didn't need to come out because it was obvious that he was gay. 

He rolled his eyes and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel out of the cabinet and drying himself. He snatched another towel and wrenched open the door, throwing the cloth into his boyfriend's face and proceeding to his side of the bed where the clean, sealed plastic bag was, holding fresh, clean clothes inside. 

He dressed and noted that this specific pair of sweats was exponentially more comfortable than the others. Then he turned to the humongous stuffed tortoise that was also on the bed. He picked her up, squeezing her and breathing in the familiar scent. He could never name it, but it was the best scent he'd ever encountered. Better than his boyfriend, even, especially after a game when Atsumu's sweaty, stanky ass would hug him until he felt he may combust, be it win or loss. 

He made a pleased sound in the back of his throat, half purr, half laugh, and half sigh. Don't ask him how 3 halves fit in one sound. He'd spent too much time around Atsumu. He was lucky he hadn't picked up that fucking accent yet. He found himself on the bed, curled up with Maggie, face still buried in the stuffed animal as he vibrated like a fucking purring cat. This was how Atsumu found him. 

The blonde simply took the other side of the bed and covered one of his hands with the towel that had been thrown his way earlier, reaching over the pillow border and using this to gently dry Kiyoomi's raven curls and massage the spiker's head. 

He always felt cared about, when Atsumu did little things for him. Like remembering his order at any restaurant they ate at, catering to him but not babying him when he had a bad joints day, buying him hair products for his curly hair, carrying a mask in his pocket at all times, things like that. Atsumu was one who loved both loudly and softly. In public, there was no question as to whether they were dating. Atsumu was very much a pda person and talked about Kiyoomi…quite a lot. He felt nice, though, knowing that Atsumu could love him loudly.

He’d never had that before.

"Omi," murmured Atsumu, getting a mere twitch in acknowledgment, before Sakusa inclined his head slightly and let out a satiated sigh. 

"Feels good, mm? Hang on," his boyfriend said softly before the hand migrated lower, under his curls and directly to his scalp. He groaned, not a sexual sound, just one of deep satisfaction. "Ya still wanna watch Shrek?"

He shook his head. No, he just wanted to sleep, thank you. He reached a hand through their pillow border, pinkie extended. He felt another pinkie wrap around his own and heard the blonde shift. 

"Alright. G'night, Omi. I love ya."

"Mhm," he murmured, though it was more sigh. He was so very comfortable right now. 

"Love ya," he mumbled, the words slurring, as he still had his mouth pressed into an oversized tortoise. Then he realized the accented "you" that became "ya". He'd get hell for that later.

"Can I kiss ya? Mm? Can I give my dumplin' a kiss before bed?"

He rolled the idea over in his head before peeking over the pillow border. A gentle kiss was pressed lightly to his head by the feather-soft lips he'd had a good bit of contact with over the years. 

"Ya feelin' better?" Atsumu questioned quietly, not wanting to break this. He hummed, the blonde taking it as the yes that it was. "Cmere."

He cleared some of the pillows away to make room for the blonde to come through because Sakusa sure as hell wasn't moving. He got a snort, but his lover made his way over to him and smoothed his hair from his forehead, kissing the surface again. The ravenette felt those long lashes flutter across his head as the setter's eyes shut. 

They were like that for a while, Atsumu wrapping a loose arm around him and Kiyoomi entangling their legs.

"If yer not wearin' socks, m'gonna kill ya," he murmured sleepily, the accent he thought in (due to the fucking country bumpkin that had stolen his heart) seeping through his voice. It didn't help that he was on the brink of slumber, so he didn't feel like pronouncing the correct words fully. "Ion wan' yer nasty ass feet all over me."

"Don't worry, Omi, I'm wearin' socks. Go to sleep, sugarplum, yer tired."

He nodded, grabbing Atsumu's free hand. 

"I lob you," he said, yawning. The fake blonde chuckled softly, humming as he ran a hand through the dark curls that crowned his head.

"Love you too, honey. Go to sleep."

[mania-sama]

somehow i’ve hit 100 followers. while i don't post on here for followers, i still think that’s pretty cool. i do a whole lot of nothing on here but i promise i’ve got good things in the works. GOOD THINGS. and to celebrate these good things and the lovely people who tune into my nonsense, i thought i would give a sneak peek into some of the fics i’m working on:

first, an excerpt from a (haikyuu) miya twins / sakuatsu / osamu-terrorizing-sakusa one-shot, maybe two-shot:

Miya Osamu, proud restaurant owner and executive chef of Onigiri Miya, receives a text message from Sakusa Kiyoomi, professional athlete for the MSBY Jackals, on Friday at precisely two-fifteen in the morning. It reads: Hello, Osamu. I would like to take you out to dinner at a steakhouse in Umeda Ohatsutenjin tomorrow afternoon. His first and foremost instinct is to assume that he is hallucinating. He’s running on about three non-consecutive hours of sleep from the past sixty due to a rather chaotic mess created by one of his line cooks at his restaurant’s second location in Kanagawa. Precisely, that line cook decided it would be a brilliant idea to beat the shit out of the other line cook with a whisk and a shoe. Osamu knows it’s true because he’s seen picture evidence of a bent whisk wire sticking out of the line cook’s nose as well as the distinct prints and markings on his skin that could only be left by a croc. Yes, that maniac chef wears Crocs. Bright yellow Crocs that make him look like Donald Duck waddling around the kitchen. As long as they wear their company-branded t-shirt and are sanitary (which he was, up until he contaminated everything with his coworker’s blood), Osamu doesn’t care how his employees dress. Comfort, he discovered, was far more effective in improving work efficiency than uniformity did. That’s why the shirt is available in three different cloth materials, colored black or white, and either short-sleeve, long-sleeve, or sleeveless. He prioritizes his staff. He makes sure they have everything they need for success, and he keeps up an open and relatively friendly attitude should they need help, voice concerns, or have suggestions to improve the restaurant. Obviously, the best way for his subordinates to repay his kindness is to drag him through Hell and back. Santa Claus is certainly giving them coal for Christmas. Oh, and not to mention that his kitchen in Osaka is completely waterboarded thanks to a flash flood, so he hasn’t even had time to go up to Kanagawa to settle the issue himself. It’s all been quite the pain in the ass and incredibly migraine-inducing. He can’t blame himself for thinking that this sudden text message from someone like Sakusa at two in the goddamn morning was a product of his sleep deprivation-induced insanity. Osamu rereads the text message, squinting, before opening the chat log and reading it once more. It’s real, all right. No matter how many times he blinks or rubs his eyes raw, the message stays exactly where it is. His second instinct upon confirming that his brother’s boyfriend of four years is texting him in the middle of the night to ask him out to dinner is to say yes. Not to any old run-down bar, but a proper sit-down restaurant that is way out of Osamu’s brutally constricted budget. It sounds like a gift made from Heaven, the eye in the hurricane that is his life. Holy shit. Sakusa Kiyoomi is asking him out on a date. Why the fuck is Sakusa asking him out on a date? His third instinct is to burn all of Sakusa’s prized possessions and then throw the motherfucker into the deepest, most dangerous river he can find with heavy weights strapped to his arms and legs. But then he reconsiders: He and Sakusa rarely speak to each other one-on-one, and of all the interactions they’ve had in both group and private settings, Sakusa has shown no interest in Osamu beyond that of being the brother of his significant other. It doesn’t seem likely that Sakusa would suddenly want to fuck him now. Besides, it would be much smarter to contact Osamu in person so there isn’t a trackable evidence trail. Osamu doesn’t peg Sakusa to be stupid, but he is willingly dating Atsumu. A few screws have to be loose.

secondly, the title and roles of certain characters in another (haikyuu) sakuatsu fic, this time sakusa-centric:

title: wild winds / death to the candle

sakusa: the immortal; a man who only appears when a ship is going to sink

atsumu: the volleyball player who keeps surviving these sinking ships, over and over and over again

osamu: the chef who is waiting for his brother to come home

bokuto, hinata: the volleyball players who appear at least once alongside atsumu and the sinking ships

third and finally, description of a few select items and scenery from a (voltron) klance post-canon story, lance-centric, whose title tentatively comes from bo burnham's Goodbye:

A blue paladin gear set, the chest plate of which has been shattered upon impact with a bullet. It's been stuffed in the back of a closet, hidden behind curtains of clothes and boxes with dust layering on top of them.

The ruins of a bombed city through the lens of a sniper's scope. Everything is narrowed to a point in which the scope assists. It scans the quiet, abandoned streets. A tattered, torn flag ruffles in the wind just above the scope's sights. Smoke billows from a smoldering, wrecked house. The only thing that can be heard within the sniper's immediate radius is their own breathing and the shifting of their hands on the gun.

Music in a foreign language drifting down an equally unfamiliar street. Unrecognizable faces in clothing an outsider tried to disguise themselves in as they track the only thing familiar to them.

A phone snapped in two, thrown into an unmarked dumpster that the phone's owner has no association with.

A hard-to-reach man in the depths of space is contacted by a friend. This friend tells him that a family is asking around for the disappearance of their son.

A large sum of money, in cash, passes through hands and more hands until it reaches a vault. It secures information, passage, and obscurity, even in the unpredictable tides of war.

as you can tell, the last two are quite serious. the first fic... not so much! definitely more lighthearted haha. anyway that's your sweet treat. feast up

[artsemry]

LATE NIGHT DEVIL, LOVE SO SWEET

• sakuatsu

• royalty au, false identity, angst with a happy ending

• status: complete

• wc: 23k

• link

[omikvn]

talk so pretty (but your heart got teeth)

And to hear his every thought hurts, in the way that a wild rose bouquet would be elegant to the eye, yet painful to the touch. Each thought of Hinata is a thorn that digs into Kiyoomi’s palms, in this profuse gathering of flowers and feelings that Kiyoomi has been holding so earnestly out for Atsumu.

Kiyoomi’s palms and heart bleed red—it’s a good thing that roses are already drenched in the same color.

A voice. A thought. 

He’s beautiful, Atsumu is thinking now. 

But not about me, murmurs Kiyoomi internally. Never about me.

—

or in other words, kiyoomi has been pining for a certain cocky setter for years — and he’s sure it will never progress beyond that. because, you see, kiyoomi is able to hear his soulmate’s thoughts through his soulmate connection. 

that’s how he knows that miya atsumu doesn’t feel the same way.

read on ao3

➵ my piece for @hqbb 2023!! thank you to @amoriemiya for betaing, & to @lockandk3yfiction for their lovely art! it has been such a treasure, + i'm delighted to bring this story to life for you all ♡

[przeuszczski]

On the second day after experiencing skin-to-skin touch for the first time in almost a decade, Kiyoomi came to an uncomfortable conclusions: First, he couldn’t move forward with his case without addressing the assailant in the screen.   Second, he needed to keep a calm head.  That meant he would have to separate his work from Miya Atsumu again. The first conclusion had been another mental block.  Kiyoomi had sat on the floor at the end of his bed, staring up at his theory wall and replaying the footage in his head time and time again.  Every time, he grew more confident that he knew the move on the camera.  He’d known it when he’d first seen it, and the more he tried to debunk his instincts, the more solid they became.   He avoided the second conclusion by replaying the night of Motoya’s death in his head on repeat, trying to separate the reality of his night terrors and faulty memories from objective truth.  It had taken him all night and left him with a splitting headache and sore chest, but when the natural sunlight announced dawn, he felt just as jumbled as when he’d first sat.  Kiyoomi had crawled into his bed, taken his usual cocktail of pills, and laid on his right side in the hopes of suffocating the persistent, residual feeling of Miya’s hand with his pillow.  

Every time I update in less than two weeks, I become more powerful.

[caynov]

Scorching... 8k words of SakuAtsu omegaverse and mental illness, 1/2 chapters.

[that-willowtree]

no you don’t get it. it’s about the

𝘰𝘩.

[flyingwargle]

november fanfic recs!

we're almost at the end of the year, but there's always fanfic to be read! check out previous months' recs: october, september, august, july

some of these fics are rated e!

sakuatsu

can we always be this close (forever and ever?) g. 3.1k. sakusa approaches osamu to ask for his ring size because he plans to propose to atsumu. osamu instead interrogates him to see if he's ready to be with atsumu forever, while suna watches. very endearing with the best ending ever.

The Wisdom Tooth Incident™ g. 4.8k. atsumu gets his wisdom tooth removed and forgets about sakusa in his post-anesthetic haze. i will never tire of this trope. you can pry it from my cold, dead hands.

city of millions t. 7.2k. mostly sakusa-centric and background sakuatsu. a beautiful love letter to sakusa's early years of university, his friendship with akaashi, and learning to reconnect with things that he left in the past (things being miya atsumu).

lingua franca m. 9.1k. sakusa learns about the different love languages through his life and finally finds someone who has the same love language as him.

itadakimasu t. 10.9k. pro athlete sakusa puts out an ad for someone to cook him meals, and aspiring chef atsumu answers his call. a slow but beautiful partnership that leads to love.

double lift e. 12.8k. 3/3. accidentally been reading a lot of winterwaltz6's works this month huh (they're all very good though). this one is the intimacy of sakusa helping atsumu re-dye his hair after he's been on the bench due to a knee injury. very soft and warm <3

halfway to sunrise e. 12.9k. atsumu offhandedly tells sakusa that he can sleep with him and sakusa takes him up on it. fwb to lovers.

hustle for that muscle e. 13.8k. atsumu and suna make a bet on who can get an underwear ad first, and the loser has to ask their respective crush out. atsumu loses, hence the hilarious attempt to ask sakusa out, which leads to eventually trying to sleep with him.

anchor m. 21.3k. atsumu helps sakusa through his panic attack and sakusa reciprocates in turn. augh, the emotional damage this caused, but the fluff made up for it. beautiful writing and discussions of mental health.

take two e. 23k. 3/3. sakusa reconnects with his ex, atsumu, after finding him on an adult site, and maybe, just maybe, they'll rekindle their relationship. the prose was full of so much pining and love.

A Thousand Cuts t. 37.9k. 3/3. this is the perfect study of misunderstandings, miscommunication and unrequited love. absolutely heartbreaking with gripping prose.

hand study e. 84.4k. 7/7. atsumu injures sakusa's hand and becomes his personal helper while he heals, with benefits. fwb to lovers with a healthy dose of angst but has a happy ending.

Lessons in Falling e. 87.2k. 6/6. sakusa resists from falling in love with atsumu because he believes his family is cursed with falling out of love and dysfunctional relationships. atsumu is so tooth-rottingly sweet and patient while waiting for sakusa to make peace with his family. gripping prose and tension. one of my favorites <3

iwaoi

thrilled by the still of your hand t. 2.6k. iwa and bokuto arm wrestle. that's it, that's the fic. and oikawa kisses iwa but that comes later.

tattoo your name across my heart g. 5.4k. iwa drunkenly gets oikawa's name tattooed on his arm. SO CUTE. SO FLUFFY. augh my heart, they love each other so much.

Even here, there is light t. 11.4k. single dad oikawa finding love in iwa. oikawa's son is so lovely in this, along with their love.

come get me, come love me m. 20.7k. oikawa is invited to a wedding upon his return to japan and comes face to face with his ex, iwa, after several years. a lovely, lovely fic of coming back together <3

Learning to Walk (So That We Can Run) m. 27.6k. oikawa's knee isn't healing the way it's supposed to be, thus a long journey of getting surgery and enduring the rehab that follows. iwa is with him every step of the way.

bokuaka

and i have never felt so bright t. 16.5k. 5 times akaashi told himself not to be selfish in life and 1 time he decided to. the 2nd chapter blew me away with the domestic details and eventual getting together. such a sweet fic.

down, boy e. 87.8k. 15/15. think of sakuatsu's terminal curiosity but bokuaka. that's all i can really say without being too detailed, other than it's slow burn with a lot of spice.

sunaosa

check out all the wonderful works from the sunaosa autumn gift exchange that were revealed in november! there's lots to read and fanart to see <3

the universe called and said we're soulmates t. 3.8k. suna starts dreaming of his relationship with osamu in different universes. so sweet and beautiful!

two drinks t. 4k. suna falls head over heels with the barista to the point that he orders coffee every time he sees him. except he doesn't like coffee. absolutely hilarious!

moonlight e. 5.5k. emotional spice featuring suna having low self-esteem and osamu wanting to show him that he's loved. beautiful, with so much affection from osamu to suna.

stop me if you’ve heard this one before… g. 6.4k. osamu is a dumbass and keeps forgetting about relationship milestones and suna just finds it amusing. find yourself a partner that finds your forgetfulness endearing like suna, seriously.

god in jeans t. 22.4k. atsumu accidentally kicks a god's shrine and ends up indebted to them - i.e. suna. outsider pov watching suna and osamu fall in love despite suna's god status, with a healthy amount of angst and an eventual happy ending.

drowning in gravity m. 24.1k. exes to fwb to lovers. suna being emotionally constipated, osamu being patient but also impatient...combine all that together and you get angst with a happy ending.

other

And flowers bloom in his wake g. 10.6k. kurodai. modern magic au where everyone has a unique ability and daichi's ability is that flowers grow where he walks and kuroo makes it his personal mission to protect those flowers (and fall in love in the process).

know what a river can be g. 13.6k. oikawa-centric. a character study of oikawa's time overseas to pursue his volleyball career with bodies of water as the main motif. beautiful prose with an uplifting ending.

Point Break t. 18.3k. daisuga. the karasuno 3rd years undergo the most ridiculous heist of all time. HILARIOUS. so cute and endearing as well, and so, so dumb. on-point prose, pining, and getting together. one of my favorites this month <3

heaven's here, it's right where you're standing t. 47.2k. 8/8. kuroken. kenma, a cancer survivor, moves to a small seaside town for a change of pace and meets kuroo, the local science teacher and volleyball coach. slowburn romance with perhaps one of the best twists that i have ever read.

Making a Home g. 106.3k. 27/27. arankita. kita is a foster parent whose license is about to expire when he's given the miya twins to foster, after they've been passed from one abusive household to the next. a beautiful story of found family and love.

[yourteght]

» (NA)MORA COMIGO? (08/12) — capa doada » categoria: Haikyuu!! » personagens: Sakusa & Atsumu » recursos: fanarts por @malyyz <3

meimei's note: gente, eu vou falar sério com vocês: eu não curti tanto essa capa. Eu sinto que ainda posso melhorar muito mas como já foi doada, e a pessoa amou, então tô feliz :3 eu fiz essa capa duas vezes e só na segunda que deu certo... pelo menos deu certo! O título eu inventei por uma hc meu deles dois, coisa boba. MAS tai, sempre quis trazer mais capas deles e agora tenho essa capa com fanarts BELÍSSIMAS NO PORTIFÓLIO WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

[evieeexxx]

"Were non-cannon gay charecters that obvioulsly have crushes on eachother. Of course were from a sports anime."

[tendou-satori-chocolatier]

*texting

Sakusa: I'm so done with you

Atsumu: k

Sakusa: don't use "k" on me

Atsumu: oay

[shoyoslaugh]

Sakuatsu but they’re in a secret relationship that involves them pretending to hate each other in front of others but still catching longing glances across a room. It all comes crumbling down when Atsumu gets hurt and despite Sakusa’s mysophobia, he’s the first to rush over 🙏

[waveoftheocean]

😏😳

(10.07.23 happy sakuatsu day!! i missed drawing these two 💕)

[homosubtext]

i fear i’m falling victim to the sakuatsu brainrot again.

[halowishes]

october favs!

what i recommend this month.

(my reviews are getting longer… i will not apologize T-T)

burden of blame

e. 91.2k. violence. yakuza au.

i’ve finally read the iconic fic. the writing for this and atsumu’s character deserves more praise than i can do. his fears, motivations, dreams, and hopes are so gripping and emotional. i just love long fics so much. you learn so much about the characters and there’s so much DEPTH. i always feel so lucky to read them.

the MSBY black jackals guide to self care

t. 4.5k. canon compliant.

it’s sakusa with a religious self care routine versus 6 in 1 shower wash. such a sweet fic of sakusa learning a new routine, befriending the jackals, and getting praise (as he should!). and i love a sakusa pov <3

insert coin to play

e. 178k. cyberpunk/ bounty hunters au. violence.

finally was brave enough to read this and it did not disappoint :’). this dynamic of loudmouth but extremely competent atsumu x observant and stealthy but full of sass kiyoomi is SO fun. not to mention them being absolutely obsessed with each other (and not realizing it). this fic is so creative, beautifully written, and embodies every possibility in fanfic. they mean so much to me and i could write essays on how good this fic is. fairycake has never let me down.

fan behavior (series)

t/ e. 41.3k total. 4 works. canon compliant.

there’s something cosmically right about teenage kiyo being a fanboy and an atsumu apologist. the premise of the jackals trying to differentiate the miya twins fit sooo well😭 this series had me giggling into my pillow.

strawberry

t. 8.5k. american college au.

i was expecting a silly college fic but it ended up being so much more. i have complex feelings about the asian american experience and college (im graduating soon), so this fic spoke to a few different parts of me. highly recommend if you have a weird relationship with your culture, ethnicity, your parents, or have a crush on your friend :P

crash course

e. 6.0k. all-japan youth camp.

ah yes, horny high schoolers at a sleep away camp. teen kiyoomi wants to lose his virginity and sets motoya on a mission to find the best choice. enter miya atsumu: five star reputation, good at volleyball, hot, and willing. perfect candidate for kiyo’s big moment!

it drives you crazy getting old

m. 45.9k. 13 going on 30 skts!

atsumu being an asshole to kiyoomi at the all-japan youth camp only for them to wake up at 32 years old, MARRIED, in their osaka home! both are horrified as they realize they’re stuck together in a future they don’t know! this fic made me look forward to getting older, facing changes, and finding people who love my quirks <3

your best american boy

t. 23.3k. asian american high school au.

this fic left me speechless. it’s filled to the brim with emotion, experience, raw and open wounds, and such beautiful prose. learning your culture, appreciating your family, talking to your parents, forgiving your parents, being seventeen, feeling wrong in your skin. it’s a love letter to coming-of-age and asian american-ness (however you choose to define that). it changed how i think about family & identity.

constellations we call home

e. 53.5k. end of the world au.

i LOVE apocalypse aus and this one did not disappoint: the dread, the hope, the wonder, the magic of having no future!! pro volleyball player atsumu finds his cog in the corporate machine neighbor at the end of the world. what does it mean if your life begins with three weeks left to live?

do i dare disturb the universe?

t. 14.9k. parallel universe au.

corporate machine kiyoomi (again!) wakes up in a parallel universe next to the man he dumped 10 years ago— so why does he seem so happy in this life? this fic is gentle and emotional and introspective. i love these kinds of fics bc life is sooo fast and confusing. we never know if we’re making the right decisions and sometimes it’s hard to listen to your heart, but your life is still in your hands. let yourself feel!

nowhere man

e. 40.5k. college band au.

nonlinear storyline of famous atsumu and restaurant owner kiyoomi and their 3 meetings. i’m a sucker for “right person, maybe next time” because if they’re the right person you WILL find a next time. internetpistol’s fics are always emotionally charged and liberating. although sad at points, it’s also very genuine.

again, like this

e. 55.7k. mid-time skip fwb.

(ao3 exclusive)

none of you understand how in love with this fic i am. fwb whose feelings become too much to ignore. it was one of the first skts fics i read, i go back to it probably every week, and the characterization fits SO perfectly. i could read this again and again (heh get it?) and i’d fall in love every single time. my ultimate emotional support fic.

miya atsumu, adored by all (loved by some)

t. 41.1k. canon compliant.

atsumu just wants to be liked, so everyone lets him know they like him (and some love him). my heart really ached for this one. we’ve all had moments of self doubt where we don’t feel like good people, so this fic feels like a warm hug on days like that. find the person you share stardust with <3 you’re all very lovable.

brain fish - bokuaka

(surprise! i read other ships sometimes!)

t. 12k. pre canon(??)/ high school.

this was the SILLIEST and CUTEST little fic ever. bokuto texts the wrong number about the fish he desperately wants. akaashi just keeps texting back. this fic was so reminiscent of all the awkwardness that comes with high school crushes. texting way too late, sounding a little different than real life, and that meeting after all the texts. so adorable.