#sakusa college!au

[raisunomii]

University AU setter squad (also known as gc: japans finest) who get into way, way more trouble than they can afford. It always ends with Iwaizumi, Daichi, and Kuroo (who are the designated setter rescuers) on the way to the local station at 3am. They've driven there like 90 times for reasons no one wants to repeat.

Kuroo and Bokuto don't understand how their boyfriends, of all people, keep getting into this. Kuroo sure as hell doesn't understand how Kenma ended up with a scar running from his ankle to knee, and Kenma's explanation of "river" doesn't do much for him either. Akaashi should know better than to get into bar fights. Bokuto finds that Akaashi does not, in fact, know better when Akaashi comes home with a busted lip. It's okay. The other guy looked worse.

When Oikawa calls Iwaizumi at 5am because "oh my god iwa they're going to make us do crack" he damn near has a heart attack. Iwa's out of bed in, like, a minute, and he finds Oikawa and Kageyama at a fucking bath house in Tokyo, of all places! And they're trashed! Kageyama's never been as scared for his life as he was on the drive back to iwaoi's apartment.

Sakusa expects it. Sakusa's pretty well aware that his boyfriend's awful and gets into weird shit. He draws the line at waking up with Osamu Miya in his bed. Or, at least, he thinks it's Osamu, because Atsumu dyed his hair fucking BLACK last night and didn't tell him! Atsumu's banished to the couch for two nights. Daichi prefers not to remember what Suga gets up to. But Suga makes it really, really hard when he comes home with a tramp stamp. Daichi yells "You're gonna be a teacher, Koushi!" when he sees it, then settles for shaking Suga by the shoulders as he just cackles.

[hlxtn]

[hubookunaluwawa]

happy belated valentines and happy lent !! to celebrate, here’s some poorly-written smut that’s been in my drafts for about 6 months :D

*this is meant to be the prequel for this post*

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this isn’t the first time you’ve ever fucked someone. you’ve gotten your fair share of action over the years with a wide variety of people (usually when you’re intoxicated, as you’ve found that you can’t seem to enjoy sexual intimacy without the crutch of liquid or smokey courage). and as time went on, you grew less and less enthusiastic about your sexual encounters, eventually deciding to settle with your fingers and vibrator whenever you needed to get one off. and to that decision you remained loyal… until tonight. good thing, too, because you know for a fact that sex has never felt this good.

you can’t even remember how you both got into this situation. the last thing you remembered was sharing a blunt with a mutual friend from the party that your friends dragged you to, and now, your mouth is filled with his cock as you grind your clit on the bed beneath you. he groans above you in pleasure, and you feel your fluids start to soak the bed as his cum fills your mouth. you don’t think you can go on much longer without having his dick stuffed into your pussy, so you clamber up to his chest and start trying to grind against him.

“behave,” he mumbles huskily against your ear, grabbing your hips. he groans out in pleasure as he rubs his tip against your entrance. your pussy gets wet with slick, and you frantically grab his penis with your bright acrylics. “you wanna ride me, baby?” he asks with a teasing tone. “mhmmm,” you sigh out as you sink down onto his cock, and you begin to grind back and forth on him.

the sloppy noises of your pussy slapping against his balls begin to bounce off the walls of his room, and the overwhelming pleasure you feel from being stretched out on his thick cock is enough to drive you into a state of delirium. you think you can hear him teasing you about being eager, but your brain is complete mush at this point, so all you can respond with is prayer-like chants of “please– nghhh! can’t stop!” and “aa-ahhh need more.” and you know that there’s no more of himself that he can give to you, but you’re so preoccupied with chasing your orgasm that you can’t even find it in yourself to care. maybe it’s the weed talking, or maybe you’re just drunk off his cock, but you don’t even know where you end and he begins. all you know is that you never want it to end.

and then, he starts to lose control too, grunts turning into moans as he frantically starts fucking up into you. you both moan and grind until you’re squirting all over his dick. his penis slips out of you from the pressure of the fluids flowing out of you, but you quickly grab it and grind your overstimulated cunt on top of it until he cums onto his own chest. you bend down and lick the cum off of his body like it’ll disappear if you don’t. “tastes so gooood,” you moan as you lick up his seed.

this shifts something in him, you think, because his eyes are suddenly covered with more lust—which you didn’t even think could be possible with how he’d already been looking at you—as he roughly flips you on your back, sinks between your thighs, and starts eating you out. “what’re you doing to me?” he moans with your legs on his shoulders and his voice muffled by your swollen pussy, and you’re grinding down into his mouth as he slurps you up like a starved man. the noises coming from him between your thighs have you gripping his hair and moaning louder than you ever have before.

he inserts a couple of fingers between your folds while continuing to eat you out, and the moans that he releases from the sight of your arousal bring you closer to the edge. “fuckkk, i’ve never tasted pussy this fucking good before,” he desperately declares with swollen lips, and it’s enough to have you squirting on his wide fingers. “you’ve been holding out on me this whole time, huh? with this gorgeous pussy that’s squirting so much for me?” you try to respond, but all you can reply with is a jumble of overstimulated moans as he finger-fucks you through your orgasm and your juices splash all over his sheets once more.

you both collapse on the bed, and you let out breathless laugh-moans at the tremors that shake your body due to your climax. and for a minute, you both just lay there relishing in each others company and feeling on top of the world. but then, post-nut clarity hits you like a bitch. you jolt up from the bed with a “fuck!” before immediately getting dizzy from the sheer amount of back-to-back orgasms he gave you. he turns to you, seemingly confused and concerned by your current state.

“you good?” he asks with an eyebrow raised, head resting on his elbow as he sits up from the pillow.

“you,” you start as you try to catch your breath, “you didn’t use a condom.”

his face goes blank, and then he also jolts up from the bed with a “fuck!”

you call out a panicked “exactly!” over your shoulder as you rush to the bathroom, because you’ll be damned if a little cbd-influenced escapade ends up giving you a uti.

“ok,” he says as he starts to grab his clothes, “ok, there’s a store across the street that’s still open, so i’m gonna head over there and see if they have any plan B.” or worse.

“wait, i’m coming with you after i finish up.”

“mhm,” he shakily responds as he begins to pace around the room.

ten minutes later, the both of you are at the front of the checkout line, and you can actually feel your eye twitch when the high schooler running the register snickers at the sight of your emergency contraceptives. “that’ll be $49.99,” she says. but before you can whip out your wallet, he hands her his card. you look at him in shock, and when he glances back at you in confusion, you quickly avert your gaze.

“what’s wrong?” he asks when you both leave the store.

“nothing!” you pause and turn to him. “just wasn’t expecting you to pay, so… thanks.”

“oh, please do not thank me for that shit. that’s the bare minimum, especially after what i put you through tonight.” he’s not looking at you anymore. instead, he sits down on the sidewalk and looks straight up at the stars (friendly reminder that this man is high !!!).

“i mean, in your defense, we both got really… carried away,” you say while sitting down beside him, and you both start giggling (friendly reminder that the both of them are high !!!).

your laughter dies down, and you’re both just staring at the sky in silence. and the weird thing about it is how comfortable it is. like, the both of you barely ever spoke outside the context of your friends, and yet, you can both just sit there and enjoy each other’s presence without having to say anything. but when he does say something, you’re not mad at it at all.

“you hungry?”

“i could eat.”

[caerozades]

currently working on a hq socmed au that focuses on their college life (it's a college au where most of them are stem students)

It's basically a self-indulgent work because (1) I miss writing socmed aus and (2) I want to reminisce on some of the funny things that happened to me while I was still working on my degree

Some of the main pairs mentioned/will be mentioned in the au are:

SakuAtsu

OiHina

BoKuroo

OsaAka

[idlerin]

love sick — teaser 2: suna’s playlist

inarizaki dogs

masterlist — previous | next

love sick (coming soon)

suna rintarou x f!reader

social media au, college au, fake dating, matchmaker, romance, crack, humor, fluff!

cupid! calling cupid!

a/n — why, hello there lovely hoomans it doesnt make sense rn but it will make sense lmao u may be asking y d hell is sakusa here 1. i wanted to add him 2. the trio adopted im 3. i missed him

taglist is open ! (will be removing users that cant be tagged once the smau officially starts) + @yas-mjm @slut444spencer @agirlwholovesalot @omitea @pettyjayy @polish-cereal @yenqa @lilolpotato @kellesvt @whorefornoodles @yyuiz @pelicanpizza @not-another-ackerman @fairywriter-oracle @noideawhothatis @alienvarmint @kooki-doughs @kittycasie @rintarousprincess @cheezitwh0re @yaboiithewreck @zephestia @reina-de-tay @lvsalmendra @thebrownemo @mellowknightcolorfarm @nicerthanu @wolffmaiden @ilovesillycats @eyes4ren @2baddies-1porsche @bluegrey02 @qualitygiantshoepsychic @honeyisnotclever @themoonreflectsthesun @lylovw @fo-love @buggy-cj @cloudsvna @haruskatana @notkaycee

[s-c-l-n]

musician kiyoomi and artist atsumu

[weluvrin]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏- 𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬

Warnings: Cursing, Drinking, Mention of Prostitution, Underage Drinking, Not proofread, & I think that’s all I apologize if I missed some

Word count: 4k+

Note: If you want to see more parts that’s not on tumblr yet check out my Wattpad my name on there is chosowife. Last thing please comment to give me feedback on my writing and like this post have a nice day.

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"What was the purpose of this," Suna asked Kita as he and some of his old volleyball teammates took a seat in front of a stage. "Right like I honestly thought I was going to go see ice spice shake some ass or something" Atsumu threw in, Kita had dragged them to a 'concert' that he's been wanting to go to for a while now but didn't want to go by himself, and he also was able to get his hands on some tickets.

"Oh my gosh be grateful, I paid a lot for the tickets so you could give me a thank you or something," Kita said as his head hung low "Yeah lay up off of him, plus its Y/n playing she's really good at the piano, and she's also friends with that dude that makes music his names Makai right?" Aran asked Kita while patting Kita on the back as Kita shook his head yes.

"You're only saying that because Kitas paying for food after this," Suna said "I will literally leak your address please shut the fuck up," Aran said "All of you just hush it's about to start" Kita shouted at them as they all went quiet.

After a good five minutes after Kita shut them all up the stage lights went dim and the curtains lifted, it then revealed you with a black dress that fitted you just right as now everyone was quiet and all eyes were on you.

Clapping noises were heard even before you started talking which brought a smile to your face, "Hi," you said to the crowd as they greeted you back.

"Before I start the show I would like like to thank some people, First I would like to thank you all for the support I've been getting and I would also like to say fuck dispatch but that's for another day but anyways next I would like to thank my dad, my high school friend group, and my new friends, Sakusa and Kageyama, you say pointing to them who were backstage as they stepped out from behind the curtain to wave.

"With all of that being said let's start," you said walking towards the piano before taking a seat in front of it, "Kita she could be on the cover of a magazine she's so fine," Tsumu said "I bet I could get her number," Osamu said looking over at Atsumu, "You barely pull any bitches there's no way you're getting that," Suna said.

"Holy fuck what if she's gay," Aran said as everyone just turned and looked at him "I mean I would look good with a wig and tits," Suna said shrugging his shoulders as everyone now started looking at his, "that's actually rambunctious Suna," Aran said.

"Pause who the fuck says rambunctious," Atsumu says now looking at Aran, "I do now pay attention," Kita said as he watched your fingers glide on the piano keys as a beautiful sound was made with each note. Almost as beautiful as you.

The concert was coming to an end soon as some people started to leave early to beat the crowd. "I got us a way to meet y/n," Atsumu says, hitting Aran's shoulder and then showing him his phone, it showed messages between him and Sakusa "Bro Kitas going to flip," Aran said looking over at Atsumu.

"If that means he'll buy me more drinks then I do not mind," Atsumu said, smirking at Aran.

As the concert came to an end you stood up, pulled your dress down, and thanked everyone who came as they gathered their things and started to head out, you then walked backstage and saw your now three friends as the third one made a surprise appearance.

While all of that was going on Atsumu revealed that Sakusa said they were allowed to come backstage and that he would be waiting on them, Kita tried his best to stay calm, Suna was happy he could see the pretty girl he was staring at the whole time, Osamu was going to try and bag you, and everyone else was there for the food Kita would pay for later.

As soon as Sakusa let them backstage they were brought to the sight of y/n and a girl standing beside her, "Y/n, Asami, meet my friends Kita, Suna, Aran, Atsumu, and Osamu," Sakusa said as you shook all of their hands as they greeted you till you got to a certain brown haired boy, "I'm Suna," he said shaking your hand "I honestly think i like him he's pretty," you said looking behind you at Asami.

"You're literally so prettier in person," Kita said not trying to make it weird, "Thank you so much," you said looking over at Kita while Suna was still holding your hand. "Dating her wouldn't end well for you nor her," Kageyama said walking up behind you as Asami walked behind him.

"You know what will end well, us getting food," Asami said, patting Kageyama's back and starting to walk towards the exit. "You think I could get her number?," Atsumu said, looking over at you as you just crossed your arms and followed Asami out the exit and to your car that's parked right next to Asami's.

"She's dating Oikawa, dispatch literally made a whole article about it, and we all know Oikawa doesn't like you," Sakusa said as Atsumu looked over at Sakusa. Atsumu walked towards the exit with everyone else following behind.

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Soon everyone arrived at the 24 hour cafe and Kita told everyone that he would pay if their meal was under a hundred dollars, after he made that clear they made their way into the cafe and were seated as soon as everyone got in, "I like pig by Makai," Atsumu said while sitting down.

"Bro your ass is so random," Osamu said looking over at his brother, "I'm not random i know they're friends with him and that's a free way to get to meet him," Atsumu said shrugging his shoulders, "I just got off the phone with that dickhead," Asami said looking down at her phone. "He literally hasn't responded to my text in like three days," you said crossing your arms, "you called him a fatherless bitch I wouldn't respond to you either," Sakusa said looking at you.

"Are you all always like this," Kita asked, looking at you "I mean not always, when we're being public figures we act like high class people," you said smiling at him as the waitress started walking up to the table. "Welcome to 'The Cafe'. I'll be your waiter for this afternoon. First, let's start with drinks. What would everyone like to drink?" she said, looking around at everyone at the table before everyone started to speak up and say what they wanted to drink.

After getting the drinks and ordering the food you stepped out of the restaurant to go to your car. Once you entered the driver's seat you opened the glove compartment searching for the small bottle of Xanax that you had stored away. Once you took two out of the bottle you reached for the bottle of water that was in your cup holder.

You popped the pill. You felt disgusted with yourself, what made you wanna relapse, you asked yourself cause you had your friends with you and some new people you had just met, you were having fun so what made you wanna relapse?

Your thoughts were cut off by the passenger door opening. "What are you doing?" Suna said looking at you and then down at the bottle "Don't tell," you said looking at him "I won't tell if you won't tell," Suna said looking at you as you tilted your head confused about what he meant, he then pulled out a bag with four pills. You waited a second before speaking again "What is it?" you asked him, looking him in the eyes.

Suna just smiled and put one of the pills in his hand "Atsumu called them Walmart Xanax," he said, handing the one he put in his hands to you. "You're fucking crazy," you said as you took it from him and placed the pill on your tongue, and showed it to him as you swallowed it.

After a minute of not talking Suna smiled "I'm crazy but you took it" Suna said as he took one of the pills and grabbed your water bottle. "I took it because I trusted you, do you do this for other girls?" you asked letting yourself get relaxed in the driver's seat "Often," he said winking at you.

"So you're a player?" you asked in a joking manner "No I'm just fucking with you, but is it getting to you?" he asked about the pill, you didn't say anything "They feel like Walmart Xanax," you said as Suna just laughed.

After a few minutes of silence, Suna spoke up "I think we should go back in before they get worried or some shit," he said opening the passenger door as you shook your head and opened the drivers door. The two of you walked back into the cafe and sat back at the table as everyone turned their attention to the two of you, "what took the two of you so long," Kita asked, as Suna looked at you, you tried to contain your laughter but the two of you ended up let out a somewhat loud laugh.

"Alright now it wasn't that funny," Aran said, putting his lips in a thin line which made the two of you laugh even more. Now everyone at the table went quiet as You and Suna still let out little chuckles "they off a perc," Atsumu said as he pulled out his phone to record the two of you. "Suna he...Suna had gave," you said before stopping and laughing "he gave me this fucking...MYSTERY pill," you said giggling with Suna and putting your head on his shoulder.

Everyone was now looking at you and Suna "nooo," Atsumu said laughing, already knowing what kind of pill it was. "You relapsed," Asami said looking over at you with a slight smile "we can finally get fucked up without Y/n complaining about how she dosen't want to relapse blah blah blah," Kageyama said taking a sip of his drink.

"That's concerning, why are y'all acting like it's no problem" Kita said, "we knew she was going to relapse either today or tomorrow night at Kenma's party," Sakusa said looking at Kita.

"Pause how the fuck did you get into one of Kenmas parties," Osamu asked looking shocked, not even a second later everyone of your friends looked at Asami all but you cause the pill was still hitting you hard. "Im a youtuber and i own a guitar store," Asami said.

"But Y/n also gets invited but isn't allowed to invite anyone ken has strict rules because of what happened last year," Asami said "what happened last year and why cant y/n invite someone but you can," Aran asked "whoa so many questions get me drunk then i'll answer questions," Asami said picking up some fries off her plate. After everyone finished their food Atsumu made a group chat so everyone could stay in contact, then Sakusa hinted at going to a bar as everyone agreed on going to the bar. Well everyone that was still sober.

"I'll drive Y/n's car and her and Suna can ride in it," Kageyama said, helping you and Suna in the car. After a long struggle to put the both of you in the car he drove behind Osamu to the bar.

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Soon Kageyama arrived at the bar as everyone was now parked and ready to go in. "Wait, do we bring them two in?" Aran asked pointing to the back seat of your car to you and Suna who were lying in the backseat. Everyone just stopped and looked over at the car "i'll bring her a fireball back" Asami said giving everyone an awkward smile as they shook their shoulders and entered the building.

A few minutes of silence with you and Suna till you spoke up "they left!" you said slurring your words. "Wanna fuck?" Suna said, "I dont suck dick for free," you said crossing your arms ''i'll pay you," Suna said winking. "No but..." you said looking at him "if you take me on a date ill fuck you," you said winking at him "are you for real?" Suna asked you, eyes opening wide before going back to normal "No," you said giggling at him.

"Come home with me," you said, climbing into the driver's seat. "My sister," he mumbled before struggling to get in the passenger seat as you turned on the car and the warm heat hit your cold skin "Ima go get your sister," you said smiling hard at Suna before pausing "I have no idea where you live," you said looking Suna dead in the eyes. After the awkward silence he gave you his address as you shook your head and drove off.

15 minutes later you arrived at Sunas house. Suna stumbled out of the car before hunching over as he gagged a few times before throwing up in the grass. "You're...you're so dramatic I wasn't driving THAT crazy" you stated before clutching your stomach to stop yourself from throwing up. "Camera recording" you heard before you looked around "SUNA WERE BEING RECORDED!" you said looking over at him with a worried expression "it's just the security camera," he said before falling in the grass.

"Bros gone," a female voice said "I didn't know god was a woman," Suna said reaching for the sky "you're a fucking dumbass," you said laughing "sorry for my brother," the female said "I'm Asana, Sunas sister" Asana said "Get in," Suna said entering the car again "if you throw up in my car I'm going to beat your ass," you said to Suna "ima go get Suna some clothes," Asana said walking back in the house.

"Suna, I think ima be sick," you said, holding your stomach. Suna's head hung low "I'm sorry," Suna said before attempting to open the door but it only opened slightly before he threw up on the door.

YOU STUPID BITCH, Is what you wanted to say "get in the backseat before I hurt you," is what you said. Suna got out the car and opened the backseat and got in soon after asana got back "what the hell happened," she said looking at Suna who looked helpless in the backseat "he threw up in the passenger seat so you have to sit in the backseat with him," you said trying to keep your composure.

You then started the car and started pulling out the driveway now heading to your house. The car ride was out of hand, you were struggling to stay on one side of the road, Suna and Asana were yelling at each other, Suna tried to open the car door and make Asana fall out, and you were tempted to start doing donuts on the highway.

After 25 minutes of chaos you arrived at your house. Asana stumbled out of the car because of Suna gripping on her shirt as she yelled profanities at him, you started stumbling towards the front door to unlock it, it took a few seconds before the key slid into the slot and the door unlocked as the three of you entered the house.

"This is nice," Asana said looking around. "I have to throw up," Suna said as you looked at him and pointed to the bathroom. As soon as he got to the bathroom you tried to stumble your way into the living room before Asana grabbed you and helped you to get to the living room chair as you laid down on the chair as your eyes started to close.

After 5 minutes you heard the buzz of your phone, you grabbed the phone looking to see who called, it was Sakusa. "Dude where are you," you heard him shout at you "don't yell at me" you slurred "Im going to yell at you if you dont tell me where the fuck you're at," Kageyama yelled in the background "SHE'S AT HOME," you heard Asami say it took you a minute to realize how she knew where you were till you remembered the two of you were sharing locations cause you would always get lost at Kenma's parties when you and Asami would go.

"We're on our way," Sakusa said before hanging up the phone, leaving you staring at a black screen. "Can i open this bottle," you heard Asana say holding up a bottle of fireball, it took you a few seconds to comprehend before shaking your head yes at the girl, not asking questions or anything just saying yes.

"I thought you would be another lame girl Suna hooks up with," Asana says, spinning you around as the two of you danced to the Justin bieber song that played. "He's not the type to date so it kind of surprises me when he brings a girl or let alone let her meet me," Asana continued to talk as you listened, enjoying the girl's presents as her brother still sat in the bathroom. Five more minutes of dancing and Asana talking you finally heard the front door open indicating that your friends had got here as they made their way to the large living room where the music was playing.

"It wouldn't be Y/n if she wasn't playing justin bieber and still drinking even though she's out of it," Sakusa said, grabbing you from Asana "wait a damn second Asana's 16 about to be 17," Aran says looking at the bottle in her hand "I've done worse at 16 a little drinky drink won't hurt" you slurred at Aran "now look how you turned out the drinking at an early age didn't help much did it," Kageyama said as you looked up at him with wide eyes. After Kageyama said that the room had gotten quiet.

"Why would you say that let's not act like you didn't have a sex addiction and getting money from fucking older women so you shouldn't shame her for the way she copes with things,"Asami said sitting down next to Asana who was now trying to sleep.

"Well maybe yall should have educated me yall were older after all," Kageyama said "by one fucking year how was I supposed to help you if I could barely help myself," Asami shouted "I would say some other stuff but if I do you'd go running to your pussy ass boyfriend," Kageyama said, talking about Oikawa. Now the room was completely quiet as everyone was now looking at Asami, "let's end this conversation before it gets out of hand," Sakusa suggested before another voice spoke up.

"Where is Rin," Kita asked as Asana pointed to the bathroom that was just down the hall from the living room.

Kita hit himself in the head as he made his way down the hall to get Suna "okay let's get you in bed my love," Sakusa said as he lifted you up bridal style and carried you up the stairs to your room.

As Sakusa carried you up the stairs, wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your head into his neck. "Sakusa," you mumbled under your breath as he laid you down on your queen sized bed as he gave you a small 'hm' "I still think about us," you say as his eyes widened but soon went back to normal. It took Sakusa a minute to process what you had just said "don't say such things when you're under the influence," he says back to you.

It's true you slept with Sakusa a couple of times but it was because the both of you were lonely and he knew he couldn't fully have you so what was the point of constantly sleeping with each if the relationship wasn't going to go anywhere and you weren't going to fully belong to him. "I'm serious Omi," you say grabbing his hand "No you don't mean it so please just go to bed and it'll be best for the both of us if we don't talk about it," he slightly shouts at the end. Before he left the room he knew the drunk tears were coming so he slowly turned around, "look im-" he was cut off at the sight of seeing you sleeping.

You were just drunk talking, he thinks as he makes his way back downstairs. Once he got to the living room the music was still playing but everyone was asleep even after the small argument they just had, due to the fact that it was 1 in the morning and everyone had a couple of drinks. Sakusa then turns around and goes upstairs to the guest room where he and kageyama would usually sleep when they would sleep over at your house.

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The sun started to rise as it shined on your face through the curtains as you shifted to your side so the sun wouldn't be shining directly in your face just to be fully awoken by a face being directly in front of yours. "If you scream I swear ima beat your ass cause i know your morning breath is on 100 right now" Mai said opening her eyes to look at Y/n.

You moved away from her before speaking, "how the fuck you get in my house?" You asked "Sakusa let me in plus that pretty boy just left. I wish I could have got his number," Mai said, now sitting up "what pretty boy?" You asked looking confused, "The tall, looks like he's never touched a woman in his life, brown hair, and he has a sister that walked out with him," she said, explaining what Suna looked like.

"Rin," you said, getting up from your bed and walking to the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. "You're friends with him, you think you could put me on?" She said winking at you "nope I'm not planning on sharing him and aren't you dating ushi," you said picking up your toothbrush, putting toothpaste on it and running water over it.

"Anyways, let's stop talking about pretty boy for a second. Are you going to Kenma's party," she asked as you nodded your head yes "wanna start drinking early," she smiled at you as you finished brushing your teeth "it's 9 in the morning I'm not drinking at this time of the day," you said glancing at her before wiping your face.

"Then at 12 I already got drinks downstairs," she said, hopping off your bed and exiting the room. You then grabbed your phone and made your way downstairs, "Y/n you're finally up Sakusa made me wait to eat till you woke up," Kageyama said, taking a bite of his bacon sandwich.

"I wouldn't be up if Mai didn't come waking me up," you say, grabbing a piece of bacon. "I told her to plus she bought drinks so we could have some fun before kenma's party," Sakusa says smiling, everyone continuing to talk as you sat beside Kageyama and started scrolling on your phone before you got a text

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I had fun with you pretty

It said as your eyes opened wide "OMI WHO IS THIS?" you asked, showing him only the number as he leaned over the counter to look closer at your phone "that's Suna," he said as you gave him a 'hm' before he went back to what he was doing before.

Y/n

I would have had a bunch of fun if you didn't throw up in my car🤗

xxx-xxx-xxxx

I'll clean it before Kenmas party. Is that okay with you???

Y/n

Yess we're going to be at my house I'll send you the location

xxx-xxx-xxxx

Okay pretty I'll see you then 🩷

You smiled at the heart he sent, "what are you smiling at?" Asami asked, "Was it that pretty boy?" Mai asked, smiling at you as you shook your head yes "You're hot so of course he's going to find a way to get your number," Asami says taking a sip of the orange juice she had. "Don't keep telling her stuff like that. I am already starting to think she's narcissistic" Sakusa said, running his fingers through his hair "Im hot so that makes up for it right?" you asked, looking at Asami as she nodded her head yes.

"No cause that makes him fall into your trap and you shouldn't listen to Asami anyways she has Oikawa in a chokehold. He's pussy whipped or something," Kageyama explained. He wasn't wrong about the things he was saying and that's one thing about Kageyama. He'll just randomly start saying some true shit. "Alright enough of that kind of talk i have three Pre-rolls, and a bunch of buzzballz to start our day," Mai said pulling out everything "wait i need to take a shower first cause last time i waited right before the party and was a little drunk i fell in the shower," you explained to them as kageyama giggled.

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You've gotten ready as you made your way back downstairs and back into the kitchen. "Why do yall insist on sitting in the kitchen when I have a living room and a den?" you asked them as they didn't respond and just stared at you, "you took like 15 pictures before you came down here didn't you?" Sakusa asked, already knowing the answer to it "I mean can you blame her, she looks good," Kageyama said looking at your outfit.

You wore a silver dress that sparkled when the light hit it with some matching heels. "How the fuck did you get that dress thats for the next runway show for Chanel?" Mai asked with wide eyes "My manager. How did you know this was for the next show?" you asked Mai, giving her the side eye "mind your business" she said as you mumbled 'same to you' under your breath.

The conversation had ended, a bottle had been opened and now the four of you are now taking shots at 1 in the afternoon with music blasting through the speakers. All of it was disturbed by a knock at the door as you got out of your chair to answer it. "Who is it?" you asked "Suna" you heard the voice from the other side of the door say as you opened the door, you then opened the door and it showed Suna smiling down at you "Im done," he said taking off his gloves "how? you just got here," you asked him "you left your car doors unlocked, but can i come in" he said as you opened the door wider so he could walk in as you shut the door behind you after he entered the house.

You walked behind Suna into the kitchen as he took a seat near Sakusa. "You're not supposed to be here till 5 cause Kenmas party starts at 6," Sakusa said, throwing some shade at Suna, "You know how dads get at times so i didn't want to put up with that so me and Asana left" Suna explained as Sakusa took the hint that his dad did somthing fucked up. Asami cleared her throat to distract everyone from the conversation about Suna's dad.

"Uhhh you want a couple of buzzball?" Kageyama asked Suna offering one to him "We also have Pre-rolls if you want one," Mai said holding one up "no i'm okay I'll just wait till the party," Suna said pulling out his phone.

"Okay pause, how did you get an invite? Cause I've never seen you at one of kenma parties." Mai asked suna "mutual friends," he said, giving her a dry response as she poked her lips out realizing he didn't want to talk to her.

"Okay so we're leaving out at 4:30 cause I have to pick up kita, Aran, and the twins," Sakusa said picking up a shot glass "Also make sure Y/n doesn't leave anyone's sight last time she almost flashed everyone," Asami said side eyeing you "okay now I didn't flash anything," you said as everyone but Suna started disagreeing "I most definitely got a whiff of it," Mai says as you opens your eyes wide "You smelt it?" You asked genuinely concerned "NOT IN THAT WAY! BUT WE ALL SAW YOUR UNDERBOOB," Mai shouted as everyone but Suna shook their heads.

"I'd like to see that," Suna says not looking up from his phone "you're a pervert," you say with a slight smile, "who wouldn't act that way when they see you, you look gorgeous," he said now looking you in your eyes "oooo that's so cute," Asami says grabbing her straw and taking a sip out of her drink. You weren't used to getting compliments other than it being your close friends and some of your fans so it shocked you a little when he called you gorgeous.

"Stop I'm going to cum if yall keep complimenting me like this" you said taking a sip out of Asami's drink "Y/n you don't know where her dick sucking lips been," sakusa said smirking at Asami as she stood up "now we gotta fight catch me outside whore," Asami said as you looked over at sakusa waiting for his reply "you just going to take that?" Suna said instigating the situation.

It was silent for a moment till Sakusa stood up and started walking to the front door, Asami then walked to the front door as you, Suna, and Kageyama rushed to get up and follow the two outside. "20 dollars on Asami," you say looking at Suna and Kageyama "40 on Sakusa," Suna said looking at the two throw up their set "I bet it's going to be a tie," Kageyama said as Sakusa threw the first swing but missed.

"See if it was a real fight Asami would win. She'd kick him in the knee he's weak in then he would fall to the ground she would get on top and finish the fight with face punches." Kageyama explained to you and Suna as Sakusa Asami continued to play fight. The fighting lasted 5 more minutes till Asami fell onto the grass and Sakusa sat on her as she yelled insults at him.

"Well run me my money pretty girl," suna said winking at you as you pulled two 20's out of your pocket and placed it in his hand. "UNHAND me you troglodyte," Asami yelled at Sakusa "Ima go help," you said running towards Sakusa and Asami. "She's really pretty even in that dress," Suna said to Kageyama while looking at you.

It took Kageyama a few seconds to say something, "she's a messy, and self centered girl. She's going deaf and uses that as an excuse to get away from her problems and she also uses her dad's death to get away with stuff. But she can also be so beautiful and kind, and that's what get people caught like Oikawa," Kageyama said, barely showing any emotion.

"But isn't Asami dating Oikawa?" Suna asked as Kageyama nodded his head "she met Asami and became friends with her after Oikawa and Asami started dating but she knew of Asami because of Asami's YouTube channel," Mai said coming up behind the two of them "that's not to bad I've experienced worse," suna said shrugging his shoulders and starting walking back into your house along with Mai, and Kageyama

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4:30 then comes around everyone's dressed and now it was time to go get the twins, kita, and Aran. Suna agreed to picking up the twins and you were picking up kita and Aran.

You and Suna started backing out the driveway. If only you knew what tonight had in store for you maybe you wouldn't have gone.

[tahdashi]

college au!omi has me falling in love :/

[picrewocs]

Baby!!

university student kiyoomi

[sail-boat-ro]

I just wrote a little skts college AU oneshot if anyone wants something to read 😀❤️❤️.

[gabseyoo]

DON'T WASTE THE NIGHT — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: college/university!au, halloween setting, female reader, virgin!kiyoomi, popular!reader, virginity loss, mutual pining, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pretty vanilla but cute, mean girls references, kiyoomi might be a little occ, he’s shy :(, atsumu being atsumu. word count: 8,0k.

notes: yes i’m late to halloween but i don’t care :) it’s being so long since i posted a one shot and i had this idea for maybe a year, two (?), and i finally had the inspiration to write everythiiing. i’m happy with the result, i hope you like it too <3

Halloween parties were not Kiyoomi's thing. Rather, no party at all. He didn't like the crowds, the drunks, or the excessive noise. But thanks to his group of friends (which he doesn't even remember how he ended up being a part of), staying away from parties was almost impossible, so it was already a common thing for him to be dragged to one every weekend where he would be counting the minutes to leave and drive all his drunk friends home. 

But, that was not the case tonight. 

Surprisingly, it was the first time Kiyoomi didn't want to leave a party, and that was thanks to a certain someone who had shown up at the Miya's Halloween party. 

"Just go talk to her." 

Kiyoomi almost jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance of his personal headache, also known as Atsumu. 

"Who?" He asked, playing dumb because he knew perfectly well who the blond was referring to, and mentally slapped himself for not being more discreet.

Atsumu snorted, "Y/n. You're staring at her like a creep." He said, pointing his head in your direction across the room, where you were talking enthusiastically with your friend, dressed in a pink tracksuit. "I don't blame you. She's pretty."

Sakusa kept silent, trying to suppress his need to agree out loud, because of course you were pretty. More than pretty. 

"You like her, don't you?" 

Kiyoomi sighed heavily, obviously uncomfortable with the question. It was obvious he liked you. Very much. But he didn't trust Atsumu to be able to not make a big deal out of the fact that Sakusa liked someone, so he decided to answer his question with a dry: "No."

"Liar." The blond replied. "It's pretty obvious that you like her."

"I don't like her." He insisted, though he already knew it would be in vain, it wasn't for nothing he called Atsumu his headache.

"So you hate her and you're staring at her 'cause you're planning her murder?"

Jesuschrist.

"I'll be planning your murder if you don't shut up." 

Atsumu pursed his lips and Kiyoomi thanked god in his head. But the fake threat seemed to work only for a limited time, because the twin spoke again seconds later, making him roll his eyes.

"Don't you even think she's pretty?"

He let out a sigh in frustration, but agreed with the question because, c’mon, it will be a very blatant lie to deny the obvious, "She is." He admitted, "But I don't like her." 

"You do like her, there can't be any other reason why you were looking at her like that."

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, is there a way to shut this guy down?

"Like what?" 

"Like you like her." 

"If I say so, will you shut the fuck up?" He blurted, resigned. 

"I knew it!" Atsumu exclaimed victoriously, and Kiyoomi just let out a sigh, cringing when the twin tapped him a little too hard on the shoulder as if he was congratulating him. "Wow. So Omi likes someone, huh, who knew." 

"Don't make a big deal out of it." 

"Omi, liking someone isn't a bad thing." He said in a more earnest manner, perhaps trying to show that he was actually serious and not joking about his friend’s situation. 

Kiyoomi closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before replying, "I know it's not."

"Then why don't you go and talk to her? She's in your class, isn't she? It wouldn't be weird. Maybe she likes you back."

The twin had a point. Sakusa sat behind you for two hours straight five days a week during a very boring class. While you might not call yourselves the best of friends, you could say you got along well— you would usually turn around to ask him if he understood the subject so he could explain it to you, borrow a pen or offer him a gum. Occasionally you would randomly show him your phone with something you thought was funny and there were even times when you would ask his opinion on which item to buy or which selfie to post, you would often have small conversations and even followed each other on Instagram. And, as a bonus, lately you had started walking together to the classroom exit at the end of class where you would say goodbye with a 'see you tomorrow'. 

But you liking him back? He didn't think he was that lucky.

Because, yes, maybe you weren't a stranger to Kiyoomi and he wasn't a stranger to you either, but contrary to what many believed, Sakusa Kiyoomi didn't have much experience with women, not even with having a crush on someone. The idea of talking to you outside the classroom made him nervous. You were too pretty and too charming and too popular and too hot and... out of his league.

There were times when he wondered if it was possible for you to like him? Okay, call him arrogant, but he knew he was nowhere near ugly, that was a point in his favor. But one point that was not in his favor was the fact that, yes, maybe he was good-looking, but the university was full of good-looking guys, who unlike him, were more... outgoing. Guys who smiled more and didn't have a grumpy attitude like he did, who weren't known for being rude, and who probably wouldn't think twice about asking for your number or inviting you on a date. And, honestly, he felt like one more in the very long list of men who have a crush on you. 

"It's just..." He started, but the words were lost in his throat.

"Just what?"

"She doesn't see me that way. Just leave it at that, okay?" He finished his sentence, taking a sip from the bottle of water he'd been carrying since he arrived. 

Atsumu folded his arms, glancing in your direction for a moment before making that smile that never meant anything good, "You know what? I have an idea." 

Kiyoomi panicked. "Miya, what are you gonna do?" 

"You'll thank me later." 

And just like that, Atsumu pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and before Sakusa could stop him, he started walking in your direction.

No. No. No. No. Kiyoomi's heart was going to escape from his chest. Fuck. He knew it was a bad idea to be honest with Atsumu. A. Fucking. Bad. Idea.

He watched frozen from his spot in the corner of the room the moment the blond approached you, greeting you and your friend casually before saying who knows what that made you look at him with confusion for a moment as you exchanged more words, but after something that left the blond's mouth, your face lit up with a smile. The interaction seemed to be going well, until the twin pointed— really fucking pointed—over his shoulder, and then, you connected your eyes with Kiyoomi’s for a moment. 

His feet began to move automatically. 

Towards the exit. 

He was so embarrassed. What did Atsumu say to you? What did you think? Fuck. He didn't even want to know. He was out of here, he'd move his seat to the other end of the classroom, or better yet, he'd never set foot in that class again, who cares if he had to repeat it next semester, that was better than looking you in the face after this.

"Where do you think you're goin'?" 

Sakusa was halfway to his car when he heard the twin's voice call out to him. 

"Home." 

Atsumu trotted up in front of him. "Come on. Don't be like that, listen-" 

"You fucking embarrassed me." He spat, pulling his keys out of his jacket roughly. 

"I didn't. I just did you a favor." Atsumu replied, crossing his arms proudly, which only raised Kiyoomi's anger levels.

Don't punch him. Don't punch him. Don't punch him.

"Fuck you, don't talk to me ever again."

"C'mon Kiyoomi, trust me. You think I'm capable of making a fool of you?" The twin asked with confidence in his voice. Kiyoomi simply looked at him, his silence explaining his answer, which caused Atsumu's smile to disappear. "Ouch." The twin brought a hand to his chest dramatically and Kiyoomi rolled his eyes before pressing a button on the control, removing the lock and alarm. 

He was barely about to open the car door when Atsumu spoke again. This time in a more serious tone, "Omi, I'm your friend. Just trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Kiyoomi would never admit that those words made him feel a little bad about his attitude. 

Without removing his hand from the door handle, he blurted out the question that was consuming him and that he needed an answer to.

"What did you tell her?" 

For some reason, he expected Atsumu to answer with honesty, but he wasn't surprised when instead, the twin simply replied, "A wingman never reveals his secrets."

"Oh, fuck off." He mused, opening his car door just a few centimeters before the other man's hand closed it.

"Look, just go inside and talk to her. I swear I saw it in her face that she’s interested, of course, until you ran away like a chicken. I hope she's not offended and you've lost the opportunity of a lifetime." 

Only a sentence of Atsumu's words caught his attention.  

"What do you mean with 'she looked interested'?" He asked, his voice betraying him by not sounding as disinterested as he wanted it to.

Atsumu smirked. "It seems like she does see you that way."

You do?

The mere possibility of that being true, of you seeing him that way, was what prompted him to let out a last sigh and set the car alarm again before locking his keys in his hoodie. Although he wouldn't say this out loud and was still unhappy with Atsumu's actions, the twin was right in saying that this could be his chance. Maybe he should stop feeling self-conscious and just go for it. 

"If you're lying, you forget I exist." 

"Deal." Atsumu said, stretching out his hand, waiting for him to take it, but the black-haired simply brushed past him, to which the twin simply huffed in resignation before following his friend.  

Kiyoomi's feet felt heavier with every step he took back to the twins' house, he was going to do it. He was actually going to do it. He was going to talk to you outside the classroom, after whatever Atsumu had told you, which opened the door to many possibilities. One, was that you liked him; the other, was that you didn't and that you only saw him as a friend, he longed too much for the first option but he wouldn't be dissatisfied with the second, it all depended on how things turned out when he walked through the door in front of him.

Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, filling himself with courage before placing his hand on the doorknob. 

But that burst of bravery he was able to fill himself with was interrupted by the twin, who stopped him with a grip on the wrist.

"Don't touch m-" He didn't finish his sentence since Atsumu put something cold in the palm of his hand. 

"Here." Atsumu whispered and Kiyoomi looked at the object, frowned in confusion when he realized it was a key. "It's the key to the guest room. Use it wisely."

Use it wisely? What did that mean?

"Why would I want to-" Kiyoomi started, but the twin interrupted him, raising a finger to silence him. 

"Shh. Thank me when you're at the altar and I'm your best man. Let's go inside." 

And just like that, Atsumu grabbed his arm to pull him inside the house.

Bruno Mars' voice was blaring from the speakers in the living room, people were singing at the top of their lungs, drinking and dancing, evidently having a good time. Sometimes Kiyoomi wondered how the twins knew so many people, there were so many guests that they had to push their way through the crowd to get to where you were still standing by the kitchen area, looking spectacular as ever as you talked to your friend.

As if you sensed his presence, you turned your face and your eyes met, causing Kiyoomi's heart to skip a beat. Damn, was this a good idea?

"Here he is." Atsumu announced their arrival excitedly. "The Kiyoomi I was telling you about. Does he look familiar?"

Sakusa almost rolled his eyes, but the chuckle you let out at Atsumu's humor stopped him, "Yes, I think I know him." You replied, your eyes still fixed on the tall black-haired man in front of you. 

"Perfect!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together enthusiastically. "Then, since there's no need for introductions, I'll leave you two alone." The twin said, patting him on the back before turning and leaving. 

"Yeah, me too." Your friend said, throwing you a mischievous look and copying Atsumu's action, losing herself in the crowd. 

Now that you were alone (if it could be considered "alone" in a room full of people), he wondered where the direct Kiyoomi was when he needed him. Say something, say something, say something, say something. He mentally shouted to himself, but he was so intimidated by your presence and the cute way you were looking at him that no words could formulate in his mouth. 

"Uh—, hi." He said after a few awkward seconds of silence, trying to play it cool by leaning against the kitchen island. 

"Hi." You replied with a smile and looked up at him, as if waiting for him to say something else, but at Kiyoomi's lack of response, you continued, "How are you?"

So fucking nervous, he wanted to say, but instead, a 'fine and you?' left his mouth. 

"Me too." You said, and he noticed how you bit your lip lightly, as if you were thinking of what to say before speaking again: "Um… did you do the homework for Monday?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Yup."

Fuck. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. If he were someone else, someone like Atsumu perhaps, he might have already charmed you with words, made you laugh and you would be having a more enjoyable conversation. 

After a sigh, you spoke again. "Are you drinking?"

"Yes." He said, raising his water bottle and feeling stupid a second later, obviously by that question you meant was he consuming alcohol. "Something like that. And you?"

"Something like that" You repeated his words, raising a glass goblet showing what appeared to be a cocktail. "It’s strawberry juice, goes with my costume, and I'm also driving tonight, so I can't drink too much."

"That's very responsible of you."

That's very responsible of you?!

Couldn't he think of something more stupid to say? Probably not. 

But if you thought his answer was stupid, you didn't give it away, since you giggled before saying, "I think it is."

In an attempt to divert attention from his very stupid comment, he took advantage of the information you gave him about the drink to salvage this interaction. "So— why the drink goes with the costume?" 

"You don't know who I am?" You asked, raising your arms to better show off your costume. It was very 2000s style. A pink tracksuit, a white blouse under it, also a necklace. 

"Uh— Paris Hilton?" He guessed, inwardly hoping he was right. 

You giggled again. "Almost. I'm Regina George's mom." You said, giving him a bump with your shoulder against his arm. And, amazingly, Kiyoomi for the first time did not find an unexpected physical contact upsetting. "What do you think? I didn't know who to dress up as and this was last minute."

"You look…" Divine. "Good."

"Thank you." As soon as your words were out of your mouth, he noticed how you stared at his outfit, squinting your eyes and making a tender gesture with your mouth that he had learned you did when you thought of something. "Come to think of it, you pretty much look like Damien in that hoodie. You should just add some sunglasses." You added after a few seconds, pointing to the blue fabric covering his body. 

Kiyoomi frowned. Damien? Who the fuck was Damien and why he looked like him? 

“Who?” He asked. 

“Damien? The guy who shows up in the middle of the gym scene? With the blue hoodie and glasses? You haven't seen Mean Girls?”

The tone in which you said it made him regret having refused his cousin’s offer to see that damn movie a few months ago. 

"No, I've only heard of it." He admitted with a shrug.

Surprisingly, you smiled at his response, "It's a classic. We should see it sometime."

We should. A half smile appeared on his face at the word we. "Yes, we should."

"Um, do you wanna go watch the beer pong game?"

—

Two hours later, Kiyoomi found himself having what was perhaps the longest conversation with a girl of his life, and the one he had enjoyed the most. 

After awkwardly breaking the ice and watching Atsumu lose (two times in a row) in beer pong, you moved to the living room, where you luckily found space on the couch where you had been sitting since then. 

Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch, his elbow resting on the armrest as he listened intently to you recount an embarrassing childhood memory that had him chuckling softly. The sight was rare, and his friends’ curious stares only made it rarer, he knew they were probably losing their minds right now, but he tried to ignore them, though, focusing instead on the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. You were magnetic in a way he hadn’t expected, and the realization only deepened the smile tugging at his lips. God, how much he regretted not having the self-confidence to talk to you in this way much earlier. 

“Okay, your turn.” You said, nudging his knee lightly with yours.

“My turn?”

“To tell me something embarrassing. Come on, don’t hold out on me now.” You teased, leaning just a fraction closer.

Kiyoomi let out a low groan, feigning reluctance. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

As he started to recount a story about an unfortunate middle school haircut incident, his voice grew more animated, his laughter trying to break through every now and then, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room melted away.

The conversation flowed naturally, but there was an underlying tension, an awareness that neither of you could ignore. When he finished his story, you both fell into a comfortable silence, your knees still brushing against each other.

“Is it me or the twins keep staring at us?” You asked out of the blue, pointing with your head to a spot behind Kiyoomi, who didn't even want to bother turning around—because most likely no, it wasn't you—but still did, finding both twins pretending to look away before going their separate ways, Atsumu bumping into someone in the attempt. 

He sighed deeply, his lips pressing into a line. “Ignore them. They’re just… nosy.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nosy about what?”

His face turned a faint shade of red, and he leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Kiyoomi didn't want to, but he would tell you the truth. “Probably that I'm talking to a girl.”

You chuckled, maybe finding his bashfulness endearing. “Do you not talk to girls often or something?”

“No.” He said, pretending that the admission didn't make him feel a little embarrassed.

“And is there any special reason why I'm the lucky one?” 

Kiyoomi hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping to where your knees touched. His mind raced for an answer, but nothing felt sufficient—not for what he was feeling, not for why you had captivated him so completely.

“You're… different.” He finally said, his voice quieter than before.

“Different how?” You asked, your tone teasing but your eyes soft with curiosity.

He let out a breath, his hand brushing against his neck again, “You're easy to talk to. Genuine. And you're…” He stopped himself, shaking his head with a self-conscious laugh.

“I'm what?” You prompted, leaning in slightly, your voice coaxing.

“You're just… you. And I like that.”

Your playful expression softened into something warmer, and the space between you felt even smaller. “That's probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Kiyoomi.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was charged, alive with a tension neither of you could deny anymore. His hand, resting between you on the couch, shifted slightly, his fingers brushing yours. The touch was brief, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make you glance up at him.

In that moment, something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, a shared want that neither of you could ignore any longer.

Kiyoomi leaned in slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring every second leading up to the moment his lips met yours. When they did, the kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as the world around you faded into the background. He wasn't an experienced kisser, he hadn't done it enough times in his life to consider himself one, but he let instinct guide him, following your rhythm. It was slow and even sweet, he could taste the flavor of your gloss. Strawberry. Maybe the same one he always saw you applying in the middle of class and now decided it was his new favorite flavor. 

Kiyoomi doesn't know at what point the kiss became a little more intense. He could feel you pressing into him as you pulled one of your legs up onto his lap. He was so immersed in the kiss that he even forgot where he was, in the middle of a party, on an old couch surrounded by strangers and friends. 

This same realization also seems to have reached you, because at that very moment you broke the kiss. And even though only seconds had passed, he already missed the feeling of your lips against his. 

“Well—” You said, your voice light but still a little shaky. “I think your friends will definitely have something to talk about now.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “Let them.”

You looked into his eyes and smiled at him, you looked very pretty with your slightly swollen lips and bright eyes. At that moment, Kiyoomi wondered if this was real or some dream, he was almost certain that his eyes betrayed how madly smitten he was by you. 

“Kiyoomi,” You said, your voice breaking him out of his thoughts.

He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Your next words, simple yet charged, left him momentarily stunned.

“Can we go somewhere else?”

—

When Atsumu gave him the key to the guest room, he never thought he would actually use it. But here he was, with a very excited you at his side waiting for him to open the door. He really hoped you wouldn't ask why he had that key, because he knew he didn't want to lie to you as he also knew he didn't want to give you the explanation.  

After he opened the door, he stepped aside to let you in first before passing behind you. And something that caught him off guard was, when he barely closed the door behind him, you were quick to lock it before you put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again. This time hungrier, more passionate. 

You were a good kisser, too good. And that only made Sakusa more nervous than he already was, he knew what you wanted, he knew where this was headed. And even though he wanted it too, the reality is that he had no idea what the fuck to do. 

His body was tensing up, overthinking the situation. He was not experienced in this area, not at all.

Still, he tried to keep up with you, walking backwards as you kissed him until he fell into a sitting position on the bed. 

In a matter of seconds, Kiyoomi watched as you took off your pink sweater, staying only in your tank top which didn't cover you for long, since you took it off immediately, leaving a very nice white bra in sight. 

It would be a lie to say that Kiyoomi was not hard. Because he was. Perhaps much harder than he had ever been in his life. 

“I really wanted to do this.” You said, and without even giving Kiyoomi time to process what you just confessed, you kissed him again, took both of his hands and brought them to your breasts as you straddled his lap. 

Kiyoomi almost choked when he felt your soft breasts under his palms, but instead of doing something with his hands, he stayed still, afraid to make a move you might not like. 

He was frustrated with himself. He literally had the girl of his dreams all over him, kissing him, letting him touch her after admitting that she wanted to do this and he just did nothing. 

Just relax, he told himself. Let yourself go. 

But his body seemed to betray him again the moment your hands went to his pants with the intention of unbuttoning them, because the first reaction he had was to stop you while from his mouth escaped a “Wait.”

“What happened?” You asked, your brow furrowed, obviously confused by his sudden reaction. 

C'mon, Kiyoomi, just tell her. She's an angel, she will understand. 

“I don't know how to say this.” He mumbled, almost to himself. Still, he took a deep breath, encouraging himself to speak. “I, uh- I don't-” He tried to explain himself, but before he could complete the sentence, you interrupted him.

“You don't want to do this, do you?” You spoke softly, Kiyoomi looked up, meeting your face which had an expression full of disappointment. 

His stomach turned over, no, no, no, no. You had misunderstood. “Y/n, that wasn't what—”

You quickly got up from his lap and bent down to pick up your shirt, “It's okay, I just-” Your voice broke as tears escaped your eyes and Kiyoomi felt like he wanted to kill himself at that moment, “I just want you to know that I'm not usually like this, but, when Atsumu told me that you liked me I thought that— I'm sorry, this is embarrassing.” The words rushed out of your mouth as you put your clothes back on. 

Kiyoomi would ignore (for now) that Atsumu really told you that he liked you literally only minutes after he admitted it, he would kill him later, now his main priority was you and clearing up this mess as soon as possible. 

“Hey, wait.” He said, holding you by the wrist to keep you from turning around and leaving. “I'm sorry. This is a misunderstanding, just, listen to me for a minute.” 

You looked at him silently before turning to face him again. 

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, too much. I've been for a long time. And believe me when I tell you I really want to do it.” He admitted, and before you could say anything, he continued, “It's just that, I’m really fucking nervous. I— I've never done this.” His last words came out in a lower tone due to nerves and perhaps some embarrassment. But there was no turning back now. 

You looked at him for a few seconds, blinking at him before asking, “Done... what?”

“This.”

“Oh. Are you a…” You said, leaving the last word up in the air, but he mentally finished it for you, knowing full well what you were going to say.

A virgin.

“Yes.” He confirmed it. 

You were silent, and although it was somewhat dark, Kiyoomi could tell the shock on your face. He understood. If he were you, he might have been surprised too, since it's a fact that not many people expect. 

Kiyoomi was silent as well, silently mourning for himself. Thinking that maybe he ruined everything and a part of him was afraid that you would make fun of him. But the truth is that he was more worried if you left, how would he look at your face after that? He wouldn't be able to. It looked like he would have to take back the plan to leave that class and move to another country, which was a shame, because everything was going so well. 

His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere you let out a chuckle. 

“I'm kind of dramatic, don't you think?”

What? 

“I rushed to think that the reason you were a little tense and decided to stop was because you didn't like me, I never imagined that it was because you were… nervous. I'm really sorry, Kiyoomi.”

“Hey, It's okay, don't apologize. ” He said before taking both of your hands in his, “I should do it for not saying it from the beginning.”

“I didn't even give you the time to do it, I rushed too much, I should have taken it slower. But, I was excited, I mean, I just found out that the guy I like, likes me too.”

Okay, this is the second time you've admitted that you liked Kiyoomi. And wow, it felt fantastic to hear it, it felt so good and surreal at the same time that after all, it seemed that his feelings were indeed reciprocal. 

“I think I ruined the mood.” You said in a chuckle, making Kiyoomi frown. “It's okay if you want to stop.”

He didn't want to stop, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to do it, with you and only you. So he didn't think much of it when he asked, “Do you?” 

“Huh?”

“Do you want to stop?”

He watched you bite your lip lightly before responding in the most adorable voice ever, “No.”

“Me neither.”

You looked at each other for a few more seconds before you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring your lips together again. The kiss was slower, and for some reason it felt much more intimate. 

Kiyoomi returned his hands to your waist, now feeling more comfortable enough to caress you with his thumbs before slowly moving down your hips to your thighs, you seemed to understand what he wanted, because you automatically straddled his lap again. 

After the awkward moment you just spent, his erection had softened, but when he felt your center against his crotch, combined with the kiss becoming more passionate, his dick soon got hard again. You felt it, of course you felt it. That must have been why you began to move slowly over him, brushing your sex against his, which caused Kiyoomi to moan against your mouth.  

Kiyoomi by this point felt more comfortable, perhaps more confident, so he dared to run his hands up your sides until he reached the hem of your blouse. 

“Can I take it off?” He asked after breaking the kiss, and you looked so cute when you let out a giggle and nodded before raising your arms as Kiyoomi pulled up the fabric. 

Your bra came back into view, but not for long, as you brought your hands behind your back to unfasten it to let it fall to the side—Kiyoomi thanked mentally for this because he was sure it would have taken him quite a while to remove it by himself—.

The light coming through the window was enough to appreciate you well, which he was grateful for, because he really didn't want to miss any detail of seeing you this way. His thumbs went up to caress your nipples, which were erect and looked too cute. It was a gentle touch first before cradling both breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently. 

“Can I...?” The question was lost in his throat, somewhat shy even to speak during this moment. 

“Kiyoomi,” You said his name, grabbing him by the cheeks to make him look at your face, perhaps so he would be a hundred percent sure you meant what you were about to say, “You can do anything you want to me. If I don't like something, I promise I'll tell you, okay?”

He looked at you for a few seconds before answering, appreciating your face completely, from your eyes to your lips. God, you were so beautiful. “Okay.”

Kiyoomi kissed your neck and left a small peck on your collarbone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He took it slowly, running his tongue softly over it before sucking gently, and somehow he felt proud of himself when you let out a little moan and brought your hand to his black curls. 

He took his time, enjoying the taste of your skin in his mouth as he switched from one nipple to the other and finding delight in the little sounds you made until he felt eager for more. When he parted his lips from you, it was to remove his hoodie and t-shirt in one motion, letting them fall to the floor. 

“Wow,” The expression came out of you almost automatically at the sight of his body. Your delicate hands went to his biceps, making a path along his skin, past his shoulders to his chest. “How can you be so hot?”

Your words caught him off guard, so he couldn't help the laughter that came out of him. “You think?”

“Of course, just look at you.” Your hands followed their trail, down his abs to his v-line, at that moment he knew what you would do next. You settled on his thighs, leaving more space between his crotch and yours, then lowered your hand to the noticeable bulge in his pants. 

Kiyoomi almost moaned when you stroked him and almost choked on his own saliva when your thumb circled the tip, god, he knew he was leaking and hoped it didn't feel in his pants. 

It was the moment you squeezed him, that something changed inside him, he felt eager for more, and although he didn't want to rush this, he dared to bring your lips together again and, placing a hand on your lower back to keep you from falling, he turned around to lay you down on the bed. 

When he felt your hands on the edge of your pants, he decided to break the kiss and positioned himself in the middle of your legs to help you complete the action, pulling the fabric gently down your legs to drop them on the floor. Fuck. He gave himself the pleasure of admiring for a moment your beautiful form in front of him, in nothing but underwear, and practically giving yourself to him. If he was dreaming, he will kill whoever wakes him up.

His hands went up your thighs until they reached the edge of your underwear to start pulling it down, you raised your hips to help him and that was the moment where Kiyoomi saw for the first time your pussy. He gulped when in top of that, you spread your legs just as he finished removing the garment, exposing you completely to him, letting him see all of you. 

Now, what was he supposed to do? Sakusa was not completely uneducated on the subject, he knew where he was supposed to touch or even kiss. But he also knew that knowing it wasn't the same as doing it. So he preferred to be honest and let you guide him rather than try to do something he wasn't entirely sure you would like. 

“I really want to make you feel good, but, can you just…” For some reason (embarrassment) the words were lost in his throat. 

“Guide you?” You finished the sentence for him. 

“Something like that.” He mumbled. 

You smiled with what Kiyoomi guessed would be tenderness before taking his hand and guiding it to the middle of your legs. 

The first touch almost knocked the wind out of him and made his erection press harder against his pants, fuck, you were so wet and he could hardly believe it was because of him. 

Sakusa leaned forward with one arm by the side of your head, meeting your face a few inches from his as you whispered to him how to please you. He circled your clit at the speed you liked, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that you helped him find, enjoying the moans that came from your beautiful lips and the way one of your hands squeezed his shoulder with pleasure. 

You kissed him the moment you started to cum on his fingers, your legs even trembled and Kiyoomi had never felt so proud of himself. He kissed you with the same desire, not ceasing to give you pleasure until you asked him to stop because of over stimulation. 

“God… you're so beautiful.” The words came out of their own accord as he looked down at you. 

“You think?” You smirked. 

“Every day.” 

“I never thought you'd see me that way, you know?” Those words were kind of funny coming from you. The girl who was the dream of many. Including his own. 

“Why?” 

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned slightly closer. “Because you’re you, Kiyoomi. Cold, composed, and…” You paused, pretending to think. “Kind of scary sometimes.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “Scary?”

“You know what I mean.” You teased. “You’re just… untouchable. Like, you don’t even notice anyone half the time.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I notice you.”

Your smile faltered for a second, replaced by something softer, something real. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He said. “You’ve always stood out to me. Even when I tried to act like you didn’t.”

You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “Why did you try to hide it?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced away for a moment. “Because… I didn't think I'd ever have a chance. I thought you were way out of my league.”

Your laugh was soft, light, and you reached out to gently take his hand. “Kiyoomi, you're ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Absolutely.” You said, patting his bicep lightly. “Because if you had just talked to me sooner, you'd know I've been trying to get your attention for ages.”

His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he tried to process your words. “You… what?”

You grinned, leaning in just enough that your noses almost touched. “I've always liked you, Kiyoomi. I just didn't think you'd ever notice.”

Kiyoomi stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest, before his lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “Guess we're both ridiculous, then.”

“Guess we are.” You murmured, and this time, it was you who closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss so soft and sweet, the total opposite of the words that came out of your mouth next, “Now, please fuck me before I lose my mind.” 

Of course he would, his mind and his cock couldn't hold back any longer. 

“Just. Let. Me. Take– Take these off.” He said between kisses as you wouldn't let go, insisting on keeping his lips on yours with your palms on his cheeks. 

Kiyoomi did his best to remove his jeans and underwear in one go without breaking the kiss, but in the end, he had to do so (albeit unwillingly), when the last of his clothes were on the floor and the two of you were completely naked, to say something he remembered at the last minute. 

“I don't have a condom.”

This was bad, unfortunately Kiyoomi didn't carry any with him right now. The only one he used to carry in his wallet (just in case), he ended up giving it to Atsumu two weeks ago at a party, since at the time, the twin needed more than he did. Now he regretted it. 

You looked at him for a moment, processing his words before saying, “I don't care if you don't care.” 

“Are you sure?” He asked, astonishment radiating from his face.

“Very sure.”

Kiyoomi gulped before nodding, nervous about what was coming next. 

He took his cock in his palm, giving himself a few gentle strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. Your hand went to the middle of your bodies to replace his hand with yours and he heard you gasp at the feel of his shaft. 

“God, how— Kiyoomi, are you telling me you're a virgin with a dick like this?”

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a laugh, this was one of the things he liked most about you, how you spoke your mind bluntly. 

“I guess so.”

“Well, I wanted you to put it in in one go. But I guess we'll have to go slow.” You teased, adjusting your hips as you continued to slowly stroke his dick. 

Kiyoomi moaned as he felt your wet entrance meeting his leaking tip. He already felt in heaven and he wasn't even inside you yet. 

He placed both of his arms beside your head, looking down at you as he slowly thrust his hips forward, moving deeper into you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This felt so good. You felt so wet, so hot, so tight that he had to mentally beg his cock not to cum soon, he couldn't embarrass himself like that. 

He pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing casually as he heard you moan as you took him in. “Does it hurt?” He asked, still with half of his dick out of you. 

“A little.” You admitted and that worried Kiyoomi, who was about to pull out, but you spoke first. “But it feels so good, just keep going, it'll fade away.” 

He nodded and continued to enter you until he was completely inside you. He had to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment at the new feeling he was experiencing. 

“How does it feel?” He heard you ask after a minute, your sweet voice filling the silence where only your breaths could be heard. 

“Too good. Fuck. I don't think I'll last long.” He admitted, somewhat embarrassed, but still eager for more. “Can I— fuck—can I move?”

“Yes, please.”

Slowly at first, he began to move his hips, enjoying the feel of your wet walls squeezing him. Kiyoomi couldn't believe he missed out on this pleasure for so long, but he was glad that the one he was experiencing it with for the first time was you. 

He looked down at you, paying attention to your face and appreciating your expressions with adoration radiating from his eyes. How you bit your lower lip, how you opened your lips slightly, how you closed your eyes, how you smiled when you made eye contact. 

You whispered in his ear to go faster, and without a second thought, he complied with your request. He slipped both of his arms under your armpits to hold on tighter and began to thrust so hard that even the bed began to hit the wall. Thank goodness there was a party going on downstairs and the sound of the bed along with the sound of your moans would not be heard by others. 

“Kiyoomi…” You moaned his name, sounding like an angel as you did. Your hands went behind his back, holding him tightly against you and he even felt your nails digging lightly into his skin. He couldn't resist bringing your lips together again, kissing you sloppily as he moved in and out of you. 

He felt you squeeze him as your moans increased before he brought one of his hands to the middle of your bodies, circling messily over your clit, bringing you to the edge. Your legs trembled and a cute moan left your mouth as you came. Kiyoomi also moaned against your lips, you squeezed him so deliciously that he was surprised he didn't explode at that moment, but he knew he wasn't far from it. 

“I'm going to…” The words were lost in his throat as he felt his own orgasm so close. He was panting like crazy, holding you tighter against him as he settled his head in the crook of your neck and his thrusts became more intense. 

“Don't pull out, please.” 

His common sense told him that was irresponsible, but his desire along with how sexy it was to hear you say those words were stronger, because when he least realized it, he was cumming inside you— and it felt good, too good. Nothing compared to the orgasms his hand had so far provided. God, he might get addicted to you after this. 

The room fell into a silence, where only your accelerated breathing and the music muffled by the door could be heard. You both refused to move for a few moments, enjoying the touch of your skin and the vital sounds of each other. 

The dim light slipping through the windows painted faint shadows on the walls, highlighting the way your bodies pressed together. Your skin against his was warm, electric, like a spark neither of you wanted to break. Time felt like it slowed, stretching out as you both stayed perfectly still, caught in the pull of the moment. He could feel your heartbeat under his touch, steady and grounding, blending into the quiet rhythm of your breaths.

“So, how was it?” You broke the silence, stroking his back with your fingertips. 

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a chuckle in the midst of his quickening breath, “Mind blowing.” 

“I agree.”

Kiyoomi propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes meeting your adorable face, and he couldn't help but smile softly. He leaned down to press a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before settling down beside you. With an easy, natural motion, he slid a hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Now, with your head resting on his chest, he held you with the kind of tenderness that made the moment feel too perfect to let go of.

As the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the room, Kiyoomi looked down at you, nestled against his chest. He absentmindedly traced gentle circles on your back with his fingers, his mind lingering on the softness of the moment. The warmth of your presence and the steady rhythm of your breathing calmed him, but his mind refused to settle.

He couldn't stop replaying the events of the night—the way your presence had lit up the room, the way you spoke with such ease and authenticity, and how natural it felt to be by your side. For someone who usually kept people at a distance, you had somehow bypassed every barrier he'd carefully built.

The thought made his chest tighten, but not with unease. With something new. Something he wanted to hold onto.

He glanced down at you, his heart catching at the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked sleepily. He knew moments like this didn't come often—not for him. And he knew it— he wanted more. 

But would you want that, too?

The doubt lingered for only a second before he pushed it aside. Tonight had been proof enough that whatever this was, it was mutual. And if he didn't take a chance, he'd regret it.

Gathering his courage, he took a breath, his voice low and steady as he broke the silence.

“Hey.” He began, the faintest hint of shyness lacing his tone. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”

You smiled, your cheek still resting against his chest. “Not yet. Why?”

“I was thinking…” He hesitated for a beat, then pressed on. “Maybe we could go out. Just the two of us.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yeah.” He said. “I want to take you somewhere nice. Anywhere you want.”

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I'd love that.”

His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, relief flickering across his expression. “Good. I'll make it worth your while.”

“You already are.”

spoiler: sakusa didn’t know it yet, but atsumu will actually be the best man a few years later.

[suhkusa]

A SECRET ALLIANCE - A HAIKYUU SMAU

pairing. sakusa kiyoomi x reader

smau warnings. college au!, angst, fluff, subjective/questionable humor, ooc probably, strangers-to-lovers, slight enemies-to-lovers (if you squint), some written content

status. COMPLETE!

synopsis. Your love life has never been too interesting— or good. But after downloading an app that allowed you to talk to strangers online, you find yourself entangled with anonymous user IMOAsukas. The catch? He’s part of your college’s volleyball team.

INTRO.

1. THEWURLDISMINE

2. JANE THE VIRGIN

3. EMBARRASSING

4. GOOD NIGHT

5. HELP ME!!!

6. MISSION K.M.S

7. ABOUT TIME

8. #REAL

9. BREATHE [📝]

10. BIGGER (SAKUSA KIYOOMI)

11. LIKABLE PERSONALITY

12. SILLY GIRLY FANTASY

13. SICK AND TWISTED

14. SPOILER WARNING [📝]

15. SKY DADDY

16. COINCIDENCE

17. DICK APPOINTMENT

18. LIGHTLY SHAT

19. SEVERELY DRUNK

20. MESSY

21. CRASHING OUT [📝]

22. I’M MARRIED!!!!!! [📝]

23. HAPPY WIFE HAPPY LIFE

END.

specific warnings will be specified each chapter

© all writings belongs to suhkusa 2024. do not repost or change.

[fushisagi]

miya atsumu and the chronic lovesick disease

୨୧ ━━ ❛ what am i to you, atsumu? ❜

word count ⋆ 12.6k (12,607) genre ⋆ fluff, slight angst, friends to lovers, college au ━ gn!reader

the question comes to him one autumn night, surrounded by his friends and the chilly november breeze, asked by, who he assumes to be, just another nobody looking for money: what is it that you desire most, boy? the psychic asks, her saccharine smile forgotten when he looks into the crystal ball and all he ends up seeing is you. alternatively: miya atsumu is not in love. what the hell? who would ever suggest something like that?

warnings ⋆ alcohol consumption, mutual pining, denial of feelings!!! lots of it!! and with this denial comes some stupid decisions!!! author’s note ⋆ ive actually like never been to the psychic before so if its inaccurate im so sorry ..... it’s not really a big part of the plot though so hopefully u can overlook it 😭

o. Desire

This is a scam, is Atsumu’s first thought when he takes a seat inside the tent and finds himself face-to-face with a crystal ball.

People like this are dangerous — his twin brother never lets anyone forget it. They take advantage of an individual’s fear of the unknown and they make money off it. It’s genius, because even the strongest people can become weak to something as mundane as self-proclaimed clairvoyants setting base near a college campus.

Atsumu supposes he’s no exception. Even if Bokuto was the one who forced him to do this in the first place.

“Hello,” the woman greets, her hair pinned into a tight bun. “You’re here for a reading?”

“Sure,” Atsumu huffs, shivering when the cold breeze sneaks into the tent. He really should’ve worn a thicker jacket.

When he looks up from the table, the woman gives him a smile. It’s analytical, as if all he needed to do was sit down for her to know everything about him. He fidgets in his seat, growing more uncomfortable under her gaze.

“So,” she says, clasping her hands together and resting them on the table. “What is it that you desire most, boy?”

 “I’m sorry?”

“Your greatest desire,” she repeats patiently.

Atsumu blinks before tilting his head. “Um, I’m not—”

“I’m sure you know,” she says. “Is it strength? Power? Love?”

All colour drains from Atsumu’s face. The psychic smiles wickedly.

Atsumu thinks this may be the end of him. He never liked it when people acted like they knew more about his intentions than he did, and it only took mere minutes before the woman figured him out.

His hand twitches. He would feel a lot better if you were here—

“Ah,” she clicks her tongue, “bingo.”

i. Strength

After a borderline homicidal game of rock, paper, scissors, Sakusa lands himself a new roommate.

Move-in day comes two weeks later and Atsumu sits in the lobby of the building, waiting for your car to pull into the parking lot.

He notes the time — it’s five minutes past 8:30, making you more than half an hour late — before grumbling under his breath and continuing to scroll through his feed. When Instagram notifies him that he’s all caught up, he exits the app and opens Twitter in hopes that something will be able to entertain him until you show up. He likes some tweets, retweets a few more, and terrorizes Suna before he grows bored at the lack of anything interesting on his timeline.

Another glance at the time. He scowls. It’s only been two minutes.

Atsumu debates asking Sakusa if he knows what’s happened to you. When he opens their message thread, he raises an eyebrow at how unbelievably one-sided their conversations are, but he decides that’s a problem for another day. Your absence is more important to Atsumu than Sakusa’s terrible conversational skills ever will be.

(He’ll bother Sakusa about it later).

He’s about to send a long string of emojis when an incredulous voice reaches his ears.

“Tsumu?”

He looks up and immediately pockets his phone with a grin. “You’re late.”

You adjust the box of donuts in your hands and squint at him as if his smile is as blinding as the sun. “I slept through my alarm. What the hell are you doing here?”

Atsumu gestures to his outfit. “What does it look like?”

You stare blankly.

“Seriously?” he scoffs. “I told you last night I’d help you move in. How’d you forget? Am I that forgettable? You wound me, I—”

“Shut up,” you say, shifting your weight. Atsumu’s eyes flicker to the sticker on the box, and he tries his best not to frown when he notices you’ve written Sakusa’s name in calligraphy with a heart at the end. “Of course I remember you offering to help because I spent my entire night telling you it was fine.”

“You expect me to believe that you can bring all your shit in by yourself? You look like you just rolled out of bed.”

“Thank you, Tsumu, I can always count on you to make me feel like I’ve been shot by Cupid’s arrow,” you quip, brushing past him to get to the elevator, and as if it’s second nature, he follows. “I can’t believe people walk around campus calling you sweet.”

“I never said you looked bad,” he says. “I think the dried drool on your chin is pretty cute, actually.”

“Whatever,” you hurriedly wipe your face. “Speaking of bad, what on Earth are you wearing?”

Atsumu knows full well you’re not complimenting him, but he decides to treat your comment as if you have. He beams, picking at the sweatpants you eye with disgust before walking into the elevator with you.

“It’s my mover outfit!”

“Your mover outfit,” you deadpan. “Disregarding whatever that means — those sweatpants are baggier than Kenma’s eyebags. And they do nothing for your ass.”

He smirks. “You were checking out my ass?”

You avoid eye contact, feigning indifference, but Atsumu’s known you for too long and immediately recognizes your fluster by the way you tug at the hem of your clothing.

“No,” you deny curtly, straightening your posture when the elevator doors open to show Sakusa’s floor. “It’s just hard not to notice when those sweats are ridiculously baggy. Seriously, are you trying to put something in there? I could fit a month’s worth of groceries in those.”

You’re walking swiftly, eager to get to your new apartment and end the conversation. The both of you are well aware that Atsumu’s more than capable of catching up with you, but he hangs back, preferring to watch you babble while he trails behind.

You clutch the donuts closer to your body as words tumble out of your mouth — a list of things that could fit in his sweats, including two jugs of milk and a family size pack of chips — and Atsumu can’t stop the lopsided smile from appearing on his face.

“Maybe a carton of eggs, too,” he suggests.

“Oh, I wouldn’t trust you with eggs,” you say sharply.

“Why not?”

“Are you really asking me that? Last month I lent you my blanket and you gave it back to me with a hole in it.”

“For the last time,” Atsumu begins, quickening so he’s side-by-side with you, “that was Samu’s fault, not mine.”

“…Alright.”

“Y/N,” he whines. “I’m serious! None of that was on me — I even bought you a new blanket! Would Samu have done that? I don’t think so—”

“Actually—”

“The point is,” Atsumu interrupts, throwing you a glare before continuing, “blame Samu. Whenever something bad happens, blame him. That’s what I always do.”

“Spoken like a true, responsible individual.”

“Hey!” he protests. “I’m responsible!”

You open your mouth to deny his claims, but the pout he plasters over his face is enough for you to give in. Too tired to give him something as golden as a verbal agreement, you opt for changing the subject. “Do you think Sakusa will like the donuts?”

Atsumu frowns. “Why does it matter? They’re donuts.”

You grow annoyed at his impertinence. “I want him to like me, you moron.”

His expression sours further. “He’s your friend.”

“And I won a game of rock, paper, scissors, so now I’m his roommate,” you remark. “There’s a difference between being friends with someone and living with them. I mean, would you want to live with Bokuto?”

Atsumu’s answer is swift. “Hell no.”

“Exactly,” you say, “I need us to get along.”

You stop in front of a door and begin searching your pockets for your key. There’s a pinch between your eyebrows, the box trembles as you struggle to balance it with one hand, and your clothes are a mess, but underneath the fluorescent light of the hallway, Atsumu can’t help but think you almost look angelic.

He shakes the thought away, squashes it beneath his foot until the remnants of it have been absorbed by the carpet.

“The last time I saw you this nervous was when you asked out that barista,” he muses.

You dig your hand into the breast pocket of your shirt and huff when you find nothing. “What are you implying?”

Atsumu stares pointedly at the sticker on the box. Your face morphs into one of horror.

“Are you dense?”

“Calligraphy, Y/N. I’ve never seen you write calligraphy in my entire life.”

“I was trying something out!”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

You smack him on the shoulder. “I was being thoughtful,” you grunt, softening when Atsumu winces and rubs the spot where you hit him. “He’s my friend, and that’s all he ever will be.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

Your eyes leave him for a millisecond, flickering to somewhere else on his face before returning his gaze once more. “Of course,” you say softly, “Besides, I—”

The door swings open.

“You’re loud,” Sakusa deadpans in the doorway. His eyes travel down to the donuts. “Are those for me?”

You hand them over to him. “Yeah, I didn’t know what you liked, so they’re all assorted.”

Sakusa hums in thanks before tilting his head at Atsumu. “Why’re you here?”

“To help them move in,” Atsumu grins, placing a hand on your shoulder and squeezing it. “I know you’re going to the drycleaners, and I couldn’t let Y/N do this all by themselves.”

Sakusa shrugs and turns to go further into the apartment. “Sounds good to me. I’d rather not have to press those nasty elevator buttons multiple times just so I can come down and get your stuff,” he gives you the best apologetic look he can muster. “Have fun, though.”

Before you can go on a tangent about how Sakusa should be more welcoming, Atsumu pipes up, “Yeah, don’t worry! ‘S all in good hands,” he nudges you with his elbow. “Right? Your stuff can’t be that heavy.”

Atsumu, not for the first time and certainly not the last, stands corrected.

Not only is your stuff heavy, but there’s much more than he expected.

With each trip down to the parking lot, his muscles grow strained, and he feels the fatigue threaten to droop his eyelids shut. But, in the corner of his eyes, he sees your persistence to get this over and done with, and Atsumu decides it won’t hurt to push through.

His complaining and wailing can wait until later.

After you place the last box into your new bedroom, you turn to him while wiping the sweat from your forehead. “Thank you,” you say breathlessly.

He goes to tease you, to say that you owe him now, that you’ll be indebted to him for life.

But what comes out of his mouth instead is: “‘Course. Call me whenever you want, and I’ll be there.”

Atsumu calls it a housewarming gift. Sakusa says there is hardly anything warming about it.

It referring to the group of boys gathered in the living room — your friends on good days, the bane of your existence on all the others — with their limbs strewn about and their soda cans sitting too close to the edge of the coffee table. It’s an odd sight for Sakusa to have this many people over on a Thursday night, but Atsumu insisted, and he caught Sakusa on a good day when he asked if he could hold a movie night at the apartment to celebrate your new accommodations.

You’re sure Sakusa regrets it now. He sits in his armchair with a permanent scowl, swatting Hinata away when the boy reaches to fix the crease between Sakusa’s brows. If looks could kill, Atsumu would’ve been dropped dead ten minutes ago.

He covers his fear with a grin, but out of the corner of his mouth, he says to you, “Help me.”

You snicker. “You’re on your own, dude.”

“I thought I told you to stop calling me that.”

“What? But Bokuto calls you that, too!”

“Yeah, but it’s Bokuto.”

“I have no idea what you mean by that.”

Atsumu only tsks, forcibly ending the conversation by suggesting to the room that they should all play a game to decide who’ll prepare all the popcorn. A chorus of agreements is what he gets in response, along with someone complaining about how he should be spared due to his gruelling volleyball practice, and another person expressing his sympathies for the future loser.

Atsumu prepares the ladder game, and after he’s done, he looks at everyone with fiery hot intensity, an expression similar to one he wears during a match. “Remember,” he declares, “whoever loses can’t complain.”

Luck isn’t on his side tonight.

“What the hell!” he screeches once the reality of his defeat settles in.

Osamu, far too smug for Atsumu’s liking, quips, “I thought you said no complaining.”

The noise that leaves Atsumu’s mouth is something akin to a pathetic but animalistic growl. He goes to protest, even raising his hand to list off reasons why he’s been wronged — someone must’ve cheated, or maybe everyone in this room has a ruthless vendetta against him — but just as the words are about to leave his lips, his eyes land on you.

You challenge him to complain with a look, and he suddenly gets a much better idea.

“Y/N,” he says sweetly, growing pleased at your uneasiness. “As the host of this housewarming party, it’s only fair that you help me, too.”

“What?” you squawk, leaning forward as if you’ve misheard him. “But you were the one who suggested doing all of this! How is it now on me to help—”

“Well, he wouldn’t have done this if it wasn’t for you,” Sakusa muses.

You stare at him in disbelief. “Are you taking his side? What happened to roommate solidarity?”

“You just made that up,” Sakusa replies. “Besides, this thing will go by faster if two people prepare the popcorn, and I don’t think Miya wants anyone else other than you.”

Atsumu shifts uncomfortably at the implication, and he involuntarily commits your surprised expression to memory.

(When he goes to sleep later that night, your surprise is all he sees against the darkness of his eyelids).

“Other than me—?”

“To make the popcorn,” Sakusa drawls matter-of-factly.

You blink. “Right.” You look at Atsumu, and he shrugs dumbly, unsure of how else to react to your sudden change in behaviour.

To him, you have always been easy to read, but right now, he’s not entirely sure if there’s a word for the expression on your face. He yearns to press a hand to your cheek to melt the malaise away, to be rid of it forever so he can see you smiling again.

Something in his chest twists.

“Right!” you repeat, more loudly this time, and startling the rest of your friends. You slap your hands on your lap before standing and grabbing Atsumu’s wrist to pull him away. “I guess I’m helping you make popcorn. You owe me one, Miya.”

Your skin is warmer than usual, threatening to burn him until your fingerprints are marked onto his skin.

(Behind him, Suna stage-whispers, “You are so whipped, Y/N.”)

Your touch disappears the moment you’ve both crossed the threshold into the kitchenette. Atsumu flexes his hand, trying to get rid of an urge in his veins he can’t quite explain.

“Hey,” you say casually, back turned to him as you dig through the cabinets for the popcorn packets. “Did you finish that essay for literature class?”

Atsumu awkwardly clears his throat and begins playing with the settings on the microwave. “The paper?”

“Yes, the paper,” you say. “The one I told you to start two weeks ago so you wouldn’t end up sending a half-assed essay two minutes before the deadline?”

“Why are you talking like you think I didn’t start it yet?”

“Because I know you, Tsumu,” you reply, shutting the cabinet with your elbow and ungracefully dropping the packets onto the counter beside him. “And I lost faith in your ability to listen to me a long time ago.”

“How rude. I always listen to you,” he sticks his nose in the air like a scorned, evil, cartoon antagonist, “I just don’t take all your suggestions. There’s a difference.”

“You make my life so much harder,” you huff, inputting a minute-thirty into the microwave. “I honestly think I lose ten years of my lifespan whenever you tell me you’ve gotten yourself into another dilemma.”

“Don’t be dramatic. I’m sure you only lose, like, three at most.”

“No, it’s definitely ten,” you say. “You worry me too much, Miya.”

The smile on Atsumu’s face, previously smug and confident, softens.

“Seriously, though,” you continue, jabbing a finger into his sternum. “The paper? It’s due tonight.”

He flicks your nose, snorting when you pull a face. “I sent it in this morning.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Don’t act so shocked!”

“Well, this is, like, the first time you’ve ever done something even remotely responsible, so—”

“I thought we both agreed I’m a generally responsible person.”

Your silence is enough of a response.

Atsumu gasps just as the microwave beeps, allowing you to ignore his stunned expression in order to begin preparing another bag of kernels.

“Give me one reason—”

“The blanket—”

“—that isn’t the blanket,” he says sourly. “That doesn’t count. I told you that was Samu’s fault, not mine.”

“Do you want a list? Because I have one.”

“Are you serious or are you just fucking with me?”

“Osamu and I have a Google Doc.”

Another gasp. You roll your eyes.

“Now you’re in kahoots with my brother? What’s next? Planning my downfall with Suna?”

“I’m sure he’s fine doing that himself without my help.”

He whines, stomping his foot when you only stare back in amusement. “Don’t be so unrepentant, Y/N!”

You dump the contents of the hot popcorn bags into a large bowl for everyone to share. “Unrepentant? Was that the word on your word-of-the-day calendar?”

“Shut up. You know only Kuroo has lame stuff like that,” Atsumu grumbles, throwing the last popcorn packet into the faulty brick of power you and Sakusa call a microwave. “I used it in my essay. Thesauruses are a godsend. It really came in handy when I was writing about the flower symbolism in the book. Y’know what’s even better, though? SparkNotes.”

You tilt your head, studying Atsumu with furrowed eyebrows. “Huh.”

“What d’you mean huh?”

“Nothing,” you say innocently. “I just didn’t think you’d choose that essay topic, that’s all.”

“It was the easiest one,” he states. You hum in agreement, but he can sense you falling into a state of pondering before it even happens, so he lightly pokes your shoulder in hopes it’ll be enough to keep you from drifting too far from his reach. “Why, what did you think I picked?”

He can tell you’re debating what to tell him, letting a few seconds pass before you give in. “I thought you’d do the one that centred more around…” you trail off, clenching and unclenching your jaw, “the love aspect of it all.”

He blinks. “Why?”

Childishly, you retort, “Why not?”

Atsumu licks his lips. “Well, you’re always telling me to write what I know. And I may not know a whole lot about flowers, but I know more about those than, y’know, love.”

Something passes over your face, the same thing he saw when Sakusa said something — implied something — in the living room. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he answers. “I’ve had relationships, sure, but none that made me feel anything like— like that.”

You drum your fingers against the bowl. “None at all?”

“None at all.”

You click your tongue and stare at the microwave. Its buzz has become more prominent in your silence, a mocking hum hanging over the air as you contemplate and Atsumu stares, waiting impatiently for a word to slip past your lips.

But there’s nothing. Instead, the microwave beeps again, indicating that the last of the popcorn is ready.

“That’s good to know,” you say lightly. At least, that’s what you attempt, but you sound different, like a parasite has found solace in your vocal cords and fiddled with everything Atsumu’s familiar with.

“It is?”

“Yeah,” you nod, handing the bowl over to him. Popcorn threatens to spill but Atsumu can’t bring himself to care. “Hey, be careful. What, is it too heavy? Are you too weak to carry it?”

“It’s popcorn,” Atsumu rasps.

You eye him oddly, as if he’s the one whose behaviour should be examined under a microscope. “Don’t spill it everywhere. Sakusa’ll get pissed, and we’re already pushing it with this movie night thing.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Of course,” you agree. “But if you need me—”

“I know,” he interjects.

Simple promises are often uttered during private moments between you and Atsumu — an oath to be there for the other, to stand by their side no matter what. The words soothe him when they’re said aloud; he knows, underneath all the teasing and the bickering and the irritated eyerolls, is your pinky and his, intertwined.

And despite the voice in his head taunting him about a secret he’s unaware of, he allows the promise to enchant him.

I’ll be there for you.

“Do you need help?”

Atsumu grunts, adjusting your arm around his neck as he opens the car door. “No, I’m fine.”

“Thanks for picking them up,” Aran says, voice loud above the frat house’s music, “I know you were tired from practice, but—”

“It’s fine. I probably would’ve killed you if you didn’t call me, anyway.”

“Osamu said you’d say that.”

Atsumu expertly brushes off the statement, gently ushering you into the passenger’s seat and putting your seatbelt on with gentle fingers. Behind him, Aran watches the movements with thoughtful eyes and a quirk of his eyebrows.

“The last time they got this drunk was at the fall festival last year,” he muses. “For your sake, I hope it doesn’t happen again.”

“What does that mean?”

“Hm?”

“For your sake,” Atsumu echoes, turning to face Aran once the door’s been shut and he’s made sure you’re sleeping soundlessly with your head resting against the cold window. Atsumu stands pin-straight, his posture contrasting the way Aran stands opposite him, relaxed with his hands stuffed in his pockets. “What’s that mean?”

Aran laughs, like he’s unsure if this is a serious question. “Well, I mean… they’re always asking for you whenever they get drunk like this.”

“I guess so, yeah.”

“That’s why you got here in record time, right?” Off Atsumu’s questioning gaze, Aran continues, “I called you five minutes ago, and your place is a fifteen-minute drive away. And you’re not in your pajamas, even though you said you’d change into them the moment you got home.”

“I was in the area,” Atsumu says weakly.

“Doing what?”

“Getting dinner.”

“Why didn’t you just get something delivered to your apartment?”

“Is it illegal to want to pick up the food myself?”

Aran raises his hands up in defence. “No, it’s not, but it’s also not illegal to say you knew this would happen,” he shrugs. “You knew they’d need you Atsumu, so you came. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Before Atsumu can force a response from his throat, Aran has already slipped back into the party, leaving Atsumu alone on the street. With an annoyed huff, he stomps to the driver’s side, muttering irked questions under his breath about what Aran could possibly mean. He opens the door with more aggression than necessary, only softening when he sees you stir underneath the jacket he’s draped over you to keep you warm.

He unlocks his phone when he feels a buzz in his pocket.

[00:30] Atsumu: are you still awake?

[00:48] Sakusa: Yes. Why?

Atsumu knows that your apartment’s farther from here than his, and he’s sure that by the time he arrives, Sakusa won’t answer the door because he’ll grow tired of Atsumu’s lack of response and go to bed.

The decision is made when he takes a right instead of a left, when he pulls into a parking lot that isn’t yours, when he carries your body up the stairwell and into his bed with ease.

Everything else comes as routine. He tucks the blanket under your chin, moves the glass of water so it’s too far for you to accidentally knock over in the morning, and leaves a change of clothes at the foot of the bed.

Atsumu likes routine. He likes the predictability of it all.

A groggy voice stops him from leaving the room.

“Tsumu?”

“Hey,” he whispers, crouching so he’s eye-level with you. “I hope you don’t mind I brought you back here.”

You blink sleepily at him, too inebriated and fatigued to acknowledge his words. “You’re a really good person, y’know,” you say languidly.

He smiles, amused. “Really?”

“Yeah. Thank you for picking me up.”

“It’s nothing,” he murmurs.

“It’s not.”

“I’m sure you would’ve been fine without me. Omi could’ve picked you up, couldn’t he? Samu could’ve, too.”

“I know, but you’re the one who always does,” you respond, nuzzling further into the pillow. “You’ve—you’ve helped me a lot.”

You shakily reach a hand to his face, playing with the strands of hair that fall to his forehead. He relaxes, eyelids growing heavy at the feeling of your featherlike touch against his cool skin.

“You’ve brightened up my life, I think,” your voice is muffled, but it rings in Atsumu’s ears clear as day, almost as loud as his quickening heart rate. “I appreciate you a lot more than you know.”

ii. Power

He watches with bated breath as the ball cuts through the air while gravity begins to pull Hinata back to Earth. Everything unfolds in slow motion; everything has faded into white noise.

With a slam, the volleyball connects with the ground, and it’s only when he’s pulled into a hug does the reverie shatter. Like being hauled out from underwater, the roars of the crowd flood his ears as Bokuto begins jumping on the balls of his feet and Hinata comes rushing over to them with a triumphant shout.

On the other side of Bokuto, Sakusa smiles, rolling his eyes fondly when Hinata and Bokuto begin making post-game plans to celebrate their victory. Atsumu, on the other hand, is uncharacteristically silent as he searches the bleachers with a cloudy look in his eyes.

He’s snapped out of it once again when Bokuto tugs on his wrist so they can go and listen to what their coach has to say.

Atsumu isn’t a stranger to winning — he used to get drunk on this sort of stuff, the exhilarating rush that shot through his veins after every successful game. He basks in the crowd’s excitement and admiration, because to be fawned over is the closest to love he’s ever been (if he could even call it that), but once the adrenaline cuts him off and he’s left alone in the locker room, it all fizzles out.

Something’s missing at the end of all this. Usually, the void in his chest is insignificant enough for him to brush off. However, today is different.

It’s abnormal for the power of the win to dwindle into nothingness only minutes after the game ends, but the blue moon has risen tonight, and now everything feels weird. The cheers aren’t enough to keep him from searching the gymnasium for a familiar face, and he itches to get to his phone in the locker room when he can’t find who he’s looking for.

“Why do you look like we’ve lost?” Bokuto asks. “C’mon, man! Smile! We just won! Aren’t you happy?”

“Of course I am,” Atsumu grunts.

(But…)

But.

The adrenaline shoots through him again when a voice he knows all too well catches his attention over the noise.

“Hey!” you rush towards them, dishevelled. “Before you get mad, I know I missed the game, I took a nap and slept through it, fuck, I am never going to stay up late playing Fortnite with you again, Tsumu, you’ve ruined my sleep schedule, but—” you huff, trying to catch your breath as you hand Atsumu a bag, “I’m sorry that I didn’t come. Congrats on winning, I heard the shouts from down the street.”

Atsumu smiles and peers into the bag. “What is this?”

“Mochi,” you answer. “A celebratory gift for my favourite setter.”

“I’m the only setter you know.”

“Which is why you’re my favourite.”

Atsumu snorts but hugs the bag to his chest, like it’s his most prized possession and he’d drag it along to the grave with him. “Thank you.”

If someone were to ask Atsumu if he liked the pedestal he’s put on after a match, he’d say yes. Of course he does. He quite likes it on top of the world.

But you match his joyful smile with one of your own and Atsumu finds himself rethinking his answer. “Anytime.”

The top of the world may be nice, but it is nothing compared to being on the ground next to you.

“You know what they say. With great power comes great responsibility.”

“Would you relax?” Sakusa snarls. “You’re in charge of us for a day. Get your head out of your ass.”

On the floor, Hinata lays like a starfish as he stares up at the ceiling, cheeks tainted a bright pink hue. “I think power’s gotten to your head.”

Atsumu waves him off. “I think this is the best practice we’ve ever had.”

Their captain had to run out five minutes into practice — relationship problems is what he grumbled to Atsumu before leaving him in charge without a second thought, much to the rest of the team’s dismay.

“I hope you’re never put it in charge again,” Bokuto complains before downing the rest of his water.

“Don’t be dramatic—”

“Do you know how gruelling this practice must be for Hinata to be tired?”

“Give us a break,” Hinata pleads, shifting his position so he’s on his knees. “Please. I’ll buy you lunch for the rest of the month if you end our suffering.”

Atsumu pretends to ponder the offer and grows more amused as Hinata begins to twitch nervously. “Okay, fine,” he relents.

Hinata cries with glee, hugging Atsumu’s legs before pushing himself off the floor and rushing out of the gymnasium — whether it’s to refill his water bottle or hide until he’s found, Atsumu may never know. With a snort, Atsumu grabs his own bottle amongst the rest on the bench, promising Bokuto absentmindedly that he’ll go easy on them for the rest of the day.

“I want to have at least a little energy left for the party at Kuroo’s tonight,” Bokuto adds, his smile widening when Atsumu nods in agreement. “See, I knew you’d get it!”

Sakusa takes a seat on the bench. “Are you going to the party, Miya?”

“Yeah, Y/N’s forcing me to come with,” Atsumu says. “How about you?”

Bokuto answers for him. “I’m making him come!” he exclaims. “You’ll have so much fun, Omi, you don’t have to worry.”

Sakusa deadpans, “I’m only staying for five minutes.”

Bokuto waves off his iciness with a flippant hand. “I’ll convince you to stay longer.”

“I really doubt that.”

“Don’t underestimate me!” Bokuto huffs. He turns away from Sakusa before he can continue to argue and focusses on Atsumu. “It’s good that you’re coming too, Tsum-Tsum! Maybe you can finally meet the guy Y/N’s going on a date with.”

Atsumu halts, hand tightening around his bottle. “What?”

“Some guy from their Psychology class asked them out a few days ago,” Bokuto says obliviously. “I think it was the night you picked them up? I don’t know. I think he was nice, though. Y/N probably already told you about it.”

You didn’t.

Atsumu forces a grin on his face. “Right, they did.”

Sakusa studies his expression with pinched eyebrows.

Atsumu’s cheeks hurt for the rest of practice, a consequence of the cheerful façade he’s plastered, but the pain subsides — if only for a moment — when he sees you outside the gymnasium, carrying your favourite boba drink in one hand, and his favourite in the other.

“Hey!” you greet, handing him the drink. “How was practice?”

“Awful,” Hinata mopes with a pout. “Your boyfriend here was running it like the navy.”

You frown. Atsumu blanches. “My boyfriend…?”

“Yeah!” Hinata slaps Atsumu on the back. “Him.”

All colour drains from your face. Your grip on your cup loosens for a split second before tightening it again in panic. You look from Hinata, the picture of innocence, to Atsumu, who only stares back, just as bewildered.

Hinata seems to take the hint as his eyes flicker between the two of you in confusion. “Sorry, I… I overheard Bokuto saying you were going on a date with someone, so I assumed—”

“Date?” you interrupt frantically, arms flapping to deny the words that have recklessly tumbled from Hinata’s mouth. “With who— with Atsumu? He’s not— we’re not— I’m not— we’re—”

“We’re friends,” Atsumu finishes, saving you from your stammering. You look at him gratefully, and he can only offer a weak smile in return. “I don’t know why you’d think we’re dating, Shoyo.”

“Sorry—”

“They’re going on a date with someone else.”

You narrow your eyes. “What do you—?”

“Oh, hey,” Sakusa says as he walks out of the doors. He tugs on the string of his mask to make sure it’s secure before nodding at you. “Did you stop by the grocery store yet?”

Atsumu’s words are long forgotten when realization engulfs your figure at the speed of light. “Oh, no! I took a nap and—”

“You really need to fix your sleep schedule.”

“I’ll have you know I slept four hours last night.”

“…That’s not a good thing.”

“It’s an hour more than usual.”

The genuine concern is evident in Sakusa’s eyes before he rubs his temples with a sigh. “Okay, whatever. Let’s go to the store before we head home, I need to buy more protein powder.”

“Ay, ay, captain.”

“Don’t call me that.”

You snicker then turn to Atsumu with a smile he’d move mountains for. “I’ll see you later, Tsumu?”

“Yeah, sure,” he murmurs. “Don’t take too long to get ready.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you say, patting his cheek. “Thanks for agreeing to drive me there and back.”

He finds himself involuntarily leaning into your touch. “Don’t mention it.”

Your touch lingers for a second too long before you salute him in goodbye and rush to follow Sakusa to your car. Atsumu watches as your figure gets smaller and smaller, a smile on his face as you glance over your shoulder and stick your tongue out when you catch him staring.

He flips you off and makes sure to stick his tongue out, too, in hopes that it’ll make you laugh loud enough for him to hear.

(He doesn’t notice the mischievous glint in Sakusa’s eyes, nor does he catch his name slipping past Sakusa’s lips).

(But he does notice you tilt your head, lost in thought, before you look at him again, attempting to figure him out despite the distance.

He thinks nothing of it).

Just after his 9am lecture, someone asks Atsumu out on a date.

She’s nice and easy on the eyes; a little timid, but he supposes that’s just the affect he has on people. Big man on campus is what he’s always referred to as, until they realize that he’s nothing if not a goofball off-court. Still, the girl — Miwa is what she said her name was — doesn’t know that yet, so Atsumu gives her the benefit of the doubt.

And he says yes.

At 11:00, the whole team has caught wind of his evening plans, and Sakusa texts him to tell him he’s an idiot. Atsumu frowns, asks why, but Sakusa doesn’t reply.

At 6:00, an hour before his date, he shows up on your doorstep with a bag of clothes and a tie loose around his neck. His left pant leg is tucked into his sock and the other is haphazardly cuffed; his hair is all over the place, sticking up at the back as the result of a hair-gel disaster.

You stare at him with pinched eyebrows. “What do you need?”

“I’ve got a date,” he explains frantically. “I need your help.”

You hesitantly let him in.

At 6:15 is when the argument occurs. The reason why is something Atsumu can’t recall, only that it was something so small and insignificant that the argument shouldn’t have even happened in the first place. He thinks you may have been in a bad mood before he even arrived, but that doesn’t change the fact that you haven’t talked to him in the past five hours.

Oh, right. And the power goes out at 6:45.

He texts Miwa to cancel, promising to reschedule on a day where they won’t be talking to each other in the dark, but his phone dies before he gets a response. With a shrug, he tosses it onto the coffee table and makes a mental note to charge it as soon as the power comes back on, knowing full well that he’ll forget the reminder the second he makes it.

He should feel more guilty about the fact that he cares more about your absence than his postponed date.

Atsumu stares at your door for far too long before deciding that he’ll apologize to you — for what, he doesn’t know, but apologize first, ask questions later is his motto — once you’ve left your room. He’ll grovel and get on his knees and even humiliate himself if he has to, as long as it gets you to talk to him again, because God knows he’ll never survive this outage by himself.

(Also, you’re his best friend, and — Atsumu has never told anybody this — the last time you gave him the silent treatment, his chest physically hurt from not speaking to you that he vowed to never anger you again).

It’s 11:35, and you still haven’t left your room.

For the past few hours, you’ve been watching Netflix without headphones to torture a bored Atsumu, but the noises stopped about ten minutes ago, meaning your phone must’ve died too, so it’s only a matter of time before you leave your room in hopes of finding something to do.

Atsumu’s almost giddy at the thought.

At 11:50, he makes his move.

He hears the creaking of your door and your socked feet softly padding in the hallway. Atsumu’s always tried going to sleep early so he can hit the gym before it gets too busy the next morning, so you must’ve waited the latest you could bear with the assumption that he had fallen asleep on the couch.

Atsumu tiptoes to the end of the hallway, teeth bright compared to the darkness of the apartment, and his grin only widens when you finally see him.

You blink before scoffing, brushing past him to enter the kitchenette.

“Y/N,” he says, attempting to be stern but it comes off as a whine in his desperation. “Look at me.” You spare him a glance. Atsumu deems that’s good enough. “Listen, I’m sorry.”

He watches you open a cupboard and fill your glass with water. The seconds that pass by are agonizingly slow and Atsumu shifts uncomfortably when the silence drags on.

Finally, you look at him, unamused, and say, “What exactly are you sorry for?”

He purses his lips in thought. “Uh…”

Rolling your eyes, you turn to make your way back to your room.

“Wait! Wait,” Atsumu shouts, rushing over to block the exit. His eyes dart all over the kitchen in hopes the walls will have the answer to your question. You tap your foot impatiently, and it’s only when you go to open your mouth to tell him to move that he blurts out, “I’m sorry for eating the rest of your chocolate cake.”

You look at him incredulously. “That was you?”

“Yeah, I— wait, you’re not mad about that?”

“I am now!” you huff, using an arm to try and shove him out of the way, but he catches your wrist.

“Then I don’t get it!” he groans. “What did I do?”

You give him a once-over. “Well, what didn’t you do?”

“This is about the outfit?”

“You’ve cuffed your slacks, Tsumu. They’re cuffed. No sane person cuffs their slacks.”

He struggles to wrap his head around your response. “You’re mad,” he repeats, then gestures to his outfit confusedly, “about what I’m wearing.”

You seem to realize just how ridiculous it sounds uttered out loud, because you pout. “Not just that.”

“Then what else?”

You stumble over your words before you coherently state, “You’re going on a date.”

He frowns. “Yes.”

“You’re going on a date,” you say again when it’s obvious he’s not catching on to what you mean. When all Atsumu can manage is a perplexed sound, you add frustratedly, “You’re going on a date, which I don’t understand, since Sakusa told me that I didn’t need to worry anymore, but I guess he’s wrong because you came here asking for my help with looking nice on your night out with Miwa and—”

“Wait,” Atsumu interrupts, still puzzled. “What did Sakusa tell you?”

“He told me not to worry.”

“Worry about what?”

That snaps you out of it.

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water. Then, you cross your arms over your chest, muttering out a response with feigned nonchalance, “Whatever.”

Atsumu protests, “Hey, I—”

“Where were you even going to take her?” you swiftly change the subject, and Atsumu decides that he’ll let it go — that’s what he’s been doing for a while, anyway, and another day really couldn’t hurt, could it?

“Dancing,” he says.

“Dancing?”

“Yes,” he responds, relaxing at the sight of your amusement. “I searched up unique date ideas and Google told me to take her dancing.”

“You should’ve just taken her to dinner,” you say. “Because you can’t dance.”

“That’s not true at all.”

“You were born with two left feet.”

“Quit lying, you’re only saying that because you’re mad at me.”

“I’m only telling you the truth!”

“I’m a good dancer!”

“You really aren’t. I thought that was established two weeks ago when we were playing Just Dance and you knocked over Aran’s vase.”

“That says nothing about my ability to—”

“Yes, it does.”

“I’ll prove it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.”

“I’m serious,” he says, stretching his hand out for you to take.

You look at his palm and back up at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Not in any way, shape, or form.”

“We don’t even have music—”

“I’ll sing,” he shakes his hand. “C’mon, hurry up, my arm’s getting tired.”

Without a second thought, you interlace your fingers with his as he whisks you around the kitchen, his laugh loud when you yelp at his fast movements. He places his other hand on the small of your back to keep you from slipping on the tile as he leans to whisper into your ear.

“Any song requests?”

“None. You’re an awful singer,” you retort, bristling at the warmth of his breath.

“So, what are you saying? You’d rather waltz in silence?”

“Yes. And I wouldn’t even call this waltzing. We’re just sliding around the kitchen.”

“We’re waltzing,” Atsumu says firmly, daring you to argue. You only sigh, letting him pull you closer as you two clumsily move around the room. He sings your favourite song despite your insistence for him not to, humming the parts he doesn’t know and doing his best to hit every note.

You laugh into his chest, and he makes sure the sound is trapped in his ribcage so he’ll never have to go a day without it.

When the song reaches its end, you place your head on his shoulder, your breath piercing through his blazer and skin. “I’m sorry that I got mad at you,” you whisper despite the quiet, as if making your voice any louder will shatter the atmosphere. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“It’s okay,” he murmurs.

“It’s not, but thanks for trying to make me feel better,” you say timidly. “I guess I just got my hopes up.”

Atsumu tries to get the information out of you again, the very thing that’s been bothering you — and, as a result, him — for weeks. “About what?”

Your fingers tighten around his. “Nothing,” you answer, and if you notice just how much his posture deflates then you say nothing of it. “Can we stay like this for a little while?”

“Yeah, of course,” he says, rubbing circles onto the back of your hand. “We can stay for as long as you want.”

iii. Love

“You’re gonna get it in my eye!”

“Then stay still!”

“Just promise not to poke me.”

“I’ve already promised five times.”

“Then promise again!”

“Tsumu—” you sigh, slumping your shoulders as you meet his defiant gaze. “I promise I won’t get anything into your eyes or your mouth or your nostrils. Cross my heart and hope to die.”

Atsumu narrows his eyes. “For some reason that doesn’t make me feel much better.”

You groan. “We’ve been over this millions of times—”

“Sue me for thinking you’re still mad at me.”

“I told you—”

“Sakusa got into my head,” he explains for the umpteenth time that evening, “he keeps on saying I’ve done something wrong, but he won’t tell me what, and he keeps looking at me as if I’ve committed a felony. His face keeps me up at night, it’s the reason why I’ve had so many nightmares recently—”

“Sakusa’s being a nuisance. Trust me, you haven’t done anything wrong,” you assure, your voice echoing off the walls of your tiny bathroom. “You have nothing to worry about, so stop acting like I’m trying to kill you with this face mask.”

He stares pointedly at the tub sitting next to you on the sink. “It’s scarily green,” he whispers conspiratorially. “Like, it’s Hulk-green. Nothing should be that green.”

“If you’re implying it’s poisonous, it’s not.”

“That’s what they want you to think.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you grumble, spreading the mask across his cheeks, ignoring his murmured whines about how cold it feels on his skin. “You weren’t acting like this last time.”

“You were using a different face mask last time,” he rebuts. “I liked the other one better than this one.”

“Well, I’ll keep that in mind the next time I go to the store,” you hum. “Maybe I’ll even take you with me, so you can choose the face mask. It’ll save me from your complaining in the future.”

“You love my complaining,” he replies quickly. “But I really should. I’d make your grocery trips so much more fun.”

“You’d get us kick out.”

“Would not!” Atsumu scoffs when you don’t even bother to hide your unconvinced mien and places his hands on either side of the marble countertop, trapping you against him and the sink. “I’ll prove it this weekend.”

You shake your head. “I’m not going this weekend. The fall festival is on Saturday, remember? I’m holding off spending money this week so I can buy a ton of cotton candy without feeling guilty.”

“Really?” he snorts. “You’re not gonna get wasted this year?”

“Definitely not. Last year was a nightmare.”

“You don’t even remember what happened.”

“Exactly,” you say, smoothing out the mask. “And you’re always taking care of me when I’m drunk, it makes me feel bad.”

Despite his proximity, you don’t seem to feel the intensity of his stare. His demeanour has softened in the past five minutes, smiling warmly at the pinch between your brows and the way your lips have twisted into a focussed frown.

This has happened countless times before — on all the other self-care nights, Atsumu finds himself in the four walls of your bathroom, free to admire you all he wants without the company of his friends and their teasing remarks. Though he’d never admit it, he prefers the quiet, because here, the both of you aren’t brushing off comments made about your relationship; here, it’s just you and him, pressed against the bathroom sink, worries left behind on the other side of the door.

Here, it’s so peaceful that Atsumu believes, for a few short moments, that everything will be okay.

“Don’t feel bad,” he says breathily, dreading the moment when you finish and he’s forced to pull away. “I like taking care of you.”

“You’re required to do it because we’re friends.”

“No, I like doing it,” he says again, ingraining the statement into your brain so it’ll stay there forever. “You don’t see me letting Bokuto or Hinata — hell, even Suna, stay over at my apartment and sleep in my bed.”

You pause your movements, eyes flickering to his. “What does that make me then?”

“Huh?”

“Bokuto, Hinata, and Suna are your friends, but you don’t pick them up from parties and let them say the night at your place.”

“Well, that’s cause I can’t be bothered most of the time, since they’re usually going to on-campus parties and my place is so far from—”

“But you picked me up a few nights ago,” you interrupt, and Atsumu is drawn to the determination in your irises more than he wants to admit. “And a couple weeks ago too, I think. You’ve been picking me up before I even moved in with Sakusa, and my old place was thirty minutes away.”

“What are you saying, Y/N?”

“What am I to you, Atsumu?”

He grips the countertop so tightly his knuckles are as white as the marble. His heart drums against his ribcage, so loud in the cavity of his chest that he wonders if you can hear it too.

“You’re my friend.”

“Like Bokuto? Or Hinata, or Su—?”

“No, of course not,” he scoffs. Comparing yourself to them is absurd. “It’s diff— you’re different.”

“Different how?”

Suddenly, everything feels stuffy. Tension floods the room until he’s neck-deep in it and drowning, all while you stare up at him, awaiting an answer.

“I—”

Someone knocks loudly on the door.

“Hey!” Bokuto. “Is someone in here?”

You don’t answer. The ball is in Atsumu’s court.

There’s an answer that lingers in his mind, one that he wants to give you despite the risk that it could destroy everything he’s ever known. But as his hesitation grows, the ring buoy that is Bokuto’s voice becomes more tempting — something to save him from this situation where he’s flailing in hope and what-ifs. Something to save him from your want and his dread and all the other sharp objects that could slice your friendship in two.

(Aren’t you the one who’s always saying he should be more responsible?

Doing this is the most responsible thing he could do, isn’t it?)

“We’ll be right out,” he responds, and just as he replies, you pull away from him in defeat.

Everything in his body tightens.

You turn to wash your hands. Through the mirror, he can see you blink rapidly and clench your jaw.

When he finally goes to exit, Bokuto stands impatiently on the other side. His eyebrows rise when he spots the hairband keeping Atsumu’s blond strands out of his face.

“That’s cute,” Bokuto coos, poking at the heart that sticks out from the material.

“Thanks,” Atsumu says, adjusting the band and letting his fingers brush against the plush heart. “It’s Y/N’s.”

The sun had set a long time ago.

In its absence is the moon, its light barely sufficient to lead you and Atsumu home — home being his apartment, but you’ve been there so much it might as well be your own. It’s alright, though, he thinks; your arm is interlinked with his, and that’s all he’ll ever need to guide him.

Your hips bump his as you both walk down the sidewalk, the air a melody of your laughs as he retells a childhood story about him and Osamu. You fail to refrain the teasing comments that fall from your lips about how he’s always been a troublemaker, long before you ever met him.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he’d said a couple minutes ago. “Since I’m your favourite and everything.”

You smile, and every time you do so, the more he believes that the bathroom incident has been forgotten.

But Atsumu’s not stupid. He senses your discomfort — it’s miniscule, but it’s there, and deep down he knows it’s all because of what happened last night.

Every Tuesday, you wait for his evening lecture to finish before you both walk back to his place to watch a movie. Some nights you leave before the clock strikes ten, most nights you stay over. It’s a routine that’s been implemented since he first met you, and never once has it ever felt tense.

Atsumu itches to fix it.

“Hey,” he pipes up, hoping to avoid any uncomfortable lulls in conversation. “You never told me how your date went.”

“My date?”

“Yeah. Bokuto says some guy from your Psychology class asked you out.”

“What?”

“At the party.”

You crinkle your nose in thought before a light bulb goes off in your head. “Are you talking about Kuroo?”

Atsumu’s eyes may as well bulge out of the sockets with how much they’ve widened. “Kuroo asked you out?”

“No,” you say quickly. “Well, yes. But he didn’t mean it. He only did it to get someone to stop bothering him.”

Atsumu frowns. “Then why did Bokuto say—?”

“Bokuto was drunk,” you snicker. “Plus, you know how much of a lightweight he is, and Hinata just kept on giving him drinks, so you can imagine how that went.”

“Not good, probably.”

“Nope,” you say. “Just imagine everything that could’ve gone wrong then double it.”

“Did he puke on Akaashi?”

“Yeah, and on Kuroo too.”

“See, that’s why I never let him stay the night.”

Your smile wavers and he pinches himself for saying anything in the first place.

“That’s probably the only good idea you’ve ever had,” you eventually say, but your voice is weaker than you intend it to be.

Atsumu can’t find the energy to argue.

He allows himself to be pulled down the street, your footsteps hasty compared to how he tries to drag his feet along the cement. Atsumu assumes you want to get this night over with, to spend only an hour — maybe two — with him before bidding goodbye, and the thought causes an ugly feeling to root itself into the pit of his stomach.

The wind whistles in warning. He should’ve expected something like this.

All good things come to an end is something he’s heard far too many times to count, but Atsumu is nothing if not an optimist, and even so, he never thought a saying such as that could ever apply to his friendship with you. Despite the hardships, the two of you have always pulled through.

But the clouds begin to drift over the moon, hindering its light, and his stomach churns at what’s to come.

Your voice, disguised as a remedy to soothe his unease, carries him forward. “Listen, I think I’ll head home after the movie.”

He blinks. “What?”

“I just want to sleep in my own bed tonight, y’know?”

“You can sleep in mine,” he suggests, his tone bordering on a plea. You always sleep in mine. “I can sleep on the couch.”

“It’s okay, Tsumu,” you reply. “You’re probably tired of seeing me all the time, anyway.”

“I’m not,” he insists.

You give him a tight smile in response.

Atsumu’s always believed he was good with words. His voice has failed him before, sure, and it’s not like it’s a secret that sometimes his carelessness lands him in undesirable situations, but he’s usually so quick on his feet. He knows what to say, and if he doesn’t, he can crank up the charm until everyone in the vicinity begins to suffocate on his charisma.

Miya Atsumu is rarely ever speechless.

But then you started acting different, and suddenly he couldn’t decipher your expressions or predict your every move. You would dance with him in the kitchen and tenderly apply skincare products on his face, but no matter how much he pulled you close, you would drift further away. You’d open up before brushing everything off as if he had nothing to worry about.

It's like you haven’t been paying attention at all. If it involved you, Atsumu would always worry.

The question slips out of his mouth too quickly for him to control. “Are you ever gonna tell me what’s wrong?”

“What?”

He stops walking, and as a result, so do you. “Something’s been bothering you,” he says hoarsely. “And I was waiting it out because I thought you’d tell me, but… I feel like you never will.”

You lick your lips — to stall, he thinks, but doing so only spares you a second. “Do you have any guesses?”

“Huh?”

“You’re not an idiot,” you sigh. “You must have some idea.”

(And, perhaps, maybe a small part of him does. You’re his best friend, and he is yours, and you each earned that title by knowing the other like the moon knows the stars, like the stars know the sky, like the sky knows the sun.

He knows, you know he does. But this is irresponsible. It threatens everything).

“I don’t,” he lies.

“Atsumu,” you exhale, as if he’s entangled in your system, “do you really need me to say it?”

He doesn’t answer. You continue, anyway.

Three words are whispered into the dead of night, and the world tilts on its axis.

This was never part of the routine.

“Maybe I should just go home,” you murmur when he doesn’t speak. His fingers twitch, screaming at him to reach out for you as soon as you pull away. “I’ll see you when I see you.”

“Y/N—”

“Just let me go,” you say — you beg. “Please.”

His body screams, his nerves flare, but the messenger between his spinal cord and his brain fails to relay the message that he should do everything in his power to prevent you from leaving.

“Okay,” he responds. His voice sounds like it hasn’t been in use for years, tainted with defeat.

You turn to leave, and for the first time since you’ve met him, Atsumu doesn’t follow.

Atsumu’s moody, he has been for a while, and it doesn’t take long for everyone to realize it’s because of you.

Or, more specifically, the absence of you.

You’ve been spending more time by yourself than you have been with anyone else, cooped up in the safety of your bedroom and listening to — according to Sakusa — music that ranges from soft, heartbroken ballads, to hardcore fuck-you anthems. The lack of your presence is strange; you’ve always been a constant in Atsumu’s life, and to live without it leaves a lingering emptiness in his chest.

He'll catch glimpses of you sometimes on campus, and he feels, what he assumes to be, the same emotion people feel when they claim they’ve spotted Bigfoot.

For a moment, everything feels a little more bearable.

But then you disappear, leaving sorrow in your wake, and reality washes over him like an ice-cold bucket of water.

His moping is how he ends up tagging along with Bokuto and Hinata at the fall festival, trailing after them like an upset puppy while they frolic down the streets, gawking at all the stands and taste-testing every snack they come across. The plan was to have them cheer him up, to make him smile even if it’s only for a second, because when Atsumu is upset, it becomes everyone else’s problem.

Hinata offers him some funnel cake and Atsumu absentmindedly murmurs about how it’s your favourite. They all buy friendship bracelets and Atsumu buys one for you too because he knows how much you’d want one. They all clamber onto the carousel and Atsumu wonders if you’d fall off if you rode the horse.

Bokuto and Hinata get tired of it all eventually.

“He’s hopeless,” Bokuto cries when they reunite with Suna and Osamu. “He won’t stop whining.”

Atsumu opts for standing on his toes to look over the crowd in hopes of finding you instead of replying to his friend. His eyes drift first to the ring toss, then to the man selling cotton candy, then to the spinning teacups.

Nothing.

Osamu says something that finally catches his brother’s attention. “Well, Y/N’s not coming,” he waves his phone in the air, which is open on his message thread with you. “Said they were busy.”

Hinata huffs. “They’re only saying that cause Tsumu’s here.”

Bokuto slaps his arm. “Shoyo!”

“What? It’s true!” he exclaims defensively. “You know how they’re always on top of their assignments, I doubt they’re doing anything but watching TV and—”

“Yeah, but still, don’t say that! Isn’t Tsum-Tsum heartbroken enough?”

“I am not heartbroken,” Atsumu snarls.

Suna gives him a look. “Well…”

“I’m not!” he flails, frantically gesturing to himself to show that he’s perfectly fine. “I mean, yeah, am I a little upset? Yes. But heartbroken? You guys are just saying anything at this point, like—”

Osamu interrupts him before he can continue rambling and digging himself into a bigger hole. “What did you even do, anyway?”

The Miya twins are notorious on campus for their bickering, but Atsumu thought that in this situation, at least his own brother would be on his side. “What makes you think this is all my fault?”

Osamu raises an eyebrow, mocking and patronizing. “Well, for one—”

“If anything,” Atsumu continues, hurriedly cutting him off, “I should be the one avoiding them. Not that I’d want to, I’d never want to, obviously, but if we were getting technical then they should be the one worrying about me and not the other way around.”

Hinata speaks, mouth full of the last of his funnel cake. “Who says they don’t worry about you?”

“I— wait, what?”

“They’re always asking me and Shoyo about how you’re doing,” Bokuto chirps. “How screwed up could things be that you won’t talk to each other?”

Atsumu inhales, and he feels the world begin to collapse into him. Unsure of what to say, unsure of what to think, unsure if it’s fair of him to reach for his phone and hope you’ll answer his calls. He knows why the two of you have found yourselves here, standing on opposite sides of a field of regret and hurt. He knows, that in his attempt to dodge change, he blew something up in the process.

Suna tilts his head in question. “Atsumu. What happened?”

Atsumu exhales. “They told me that—” the words lodge themselves in his throat, unwilling to leave.

But they all understand.

“Huh,” Suna hums. “Didn’t think they had it in them.”

“What did you reply with?” Osamu asks.

Atsumu prepares himself for their rage. “Nothing.”

He’s met with silence. Then, incredulously, Suna asks, “Are you stupid?”

Osamu answers for him. “Chronically so.”

Atsumu doesn’t have the heart to respond to the jab, and the severity of the situation significantly increases.

Hinata bites the inside of his cheek in thought. “I think he’s broken.”

Bokuto leans forward to study Atsumu’s expression as much as he can before the latter waves him off. With a frown, Bokuto steps back and looks around the grounds, hoping to find something that’ll cheer Atsumu up and make tonight not a complete bust.

A tent, flashy and sparkly and enchanting, lures him in.

Osamu looks like he’s about to say something, but before he can utter a word, Bokuto tugs on Atsumu’s sleeve and drags him to the tent, ignoring his protests. “I have an idea,” he says reassuringly, but it does nothing to calm his friend. “Trust me on this.”

Atsumu snatches his arm back and rubs it as if Bokuto’s harmed him. He cranes his neck around to look at the sign just outside the tent, and scowls at the pink and yellow doodles on the chalkboard.

“This is a psychic.”

Bokuto nods vigorously. “Yes.”

“Your idea of cheering me up is having me scammed?”

Bokuto pouts. “You love stuff like this.”

He’s not wrong. If it were any other day, this place would be Atsumu’s first stop. He’d be the one begging people to join him despite the fact that he knows the consequences involve a dent in his bank account, but today, predictions of his future are the last thing on his mind. Today, convincing people to get their fortune read is the least of his desires, because you aren’t trying to convince people with him.

There’s no point being here without you.

Atsumu moves to get out of line.

“Hey, dude,” Bokuto whines and holds onto his arm to keep him in place. “Just give it a try. It can’t hurt, can it?”

“Boku—”

“It’ll be fun!” he says cheerily. “Maybe it’ll give you some insight on how to apologize to Y/N.”

Atsumu wants nothing more than to move — to leave — but Bokuto mastered the art of the puppy dog eyes long before he could talk, and the moment he flashes them Atsumu realizes he has no other choice but to stay.

When he steps into the tent, the atmosphere changes.

He tugs on the sleeves of his windbreaker when the autumn air threatens to pierce his skin, and reluctantly sits down on the chair across from the psychic. She eyes his every move, trying to figure out what type of customer he might be — someone who’s just doing this for fun, or someone who’s going through a rough patch, or someone who needs a stranger to light the path they need to walk down.

Atsumu fidgets in his seat.

“You’re here for a reading?”

A shrug and feigned indifference are what she receives as an answer. “Sure.”

His mask of nonchalance begins to slip when the reading starts, growing restless as he checks the time on his watch and calculating the probability of you still being awake. He glances over his shoulder, praying to whichever deity who’ll listen that Bokuto will come in and drag him out once he’s realized that this is the last thing Atsumu wants.

You are not here, and his body stings whenever the reminder worms its way into his mind.

His uneasiness must amuse the psychic, because when he finally looks back at her, she’s grinning, knotting his stomach in worry.

She asks him a dreadful question, made of nuts and bolts and things that rub salt in the wound of his heart.

What is it that you desire most, boy?

Atsumu freezes, plastering a confused smile on his face. “I’m sorry?”

“I’m sure you know. Is it strength?”

Definitely not, Atsumu wants to say. He’s more than capable enough to lift heavy boxes, he doesn’t have to take multiple trips to move things from point A to point B, he doesn’t struggle carrying his friends’ slump and inebriated bodies into a bed.

Atsumu is strong. He’s proved it during his frequent trips to the gym and by winning arm-wrestling contests. He wears the trait like a badge of honour, a reminder.

He does not need any more physical strength.

He checks his watch and wonders if you’ve brushed your teeth and dragged yourself to bed.

The psychic pushes. “Power?”

Atsumu briefly shakes his head, a movement so miniscule it’s a surprise the woman catches it.

It used to be such a thrill, the popularity that came with his volleyball reign. He used to ride that horse and sit in that throne with pride, he let the excitement course through him and, for a while, let himself believe the squeals that came with victory was interchangeable with love.

But power does not compare. He was foolish to believe nothing could beat the rush that came with the admiration — the shouts of his name in the bleachers, the ever-growing follower count, the people confessing their infatuation whenever they caught him alone.

They do not know who he is underneath the volleyball uniform. They don’t know that he likes to go to the diner after games and order a strawberry milkshake, or that his bottom drawer is filled to the brim with spare clothes for you, or that his favourite nights are spent with you applying a face mask to his skin.

They will never know him as much as you do.

The psychic leans forward. “Love?”

Atsumu clenches his jaw. Yes, would be the short answer, but to say that without an explanation would mean to lie, and he’s never been a good liar. Because Atsumu’s always been loved — not by the crowds or the student body — but by his friends, his family, you.

You gave your heart to him, and he noticed too late that the bleeding organ resided in the palm of his hand, cracked and yearning and brave. And after he realized this, he selfishly craved for more, even though he knew it scared him. He has been in relationships before, but none of them crossed the threshold of what truly mattered — the intimate conversations, the dances in the kitchen at midnight, the confessions murmured under the duvet.

So, perhaps, yes, Atsumu desires love, but the one thing he supposes he wants more is courage.

The psychic smiles. “Ah. Bingo. So—”

“Miya.”

Atsumu whips his head around to find Sakusa standing at the entrance, skillfully ignoring the protests behind him to get in line and wait his turn. Sakusa raises an eyebrow at the situation Atsumu’s found himself in, but saves him from his judgement to state, “Bokuto told me you were in here.”

“Excuse me,” the woman chirps. “We’re in the middle of something.”

“If you think a scam is what’ll solve your problems, then you’re stupider than I thought,” Sakusa says.

Atsumu sighs. “You came here just to tell me that?”

“Well, yeah,” Sakusa shrugs. “There’s a simpler solution to all of this.”

“Okay, well—”

“Talk to them,” Sakusa interrupts, exhausted. “Before they give up.”

Atsumu kisses his teeth, changing his position in his chair so he’s fully facing Sakusa. “Since when were you the type to give advice?”

Sakusa ignores his retort with a shake of his head and a roll of his eyes.

“I have never seen you cower before, Miya,” Sakusa says, and the words are like needles on his skin. “Don’t let the first time you do so be now.”

Atsumu inhales shakily. “I don’t—”

“They got Hinge a few days ago,” Sakusa deadpans. Atsumu stiffens. “Don’t lose to some hack they found on a dating app.”

Atsumu looks from his friend to the clairvoyant before flashing her a sheepish smile and shooting clumsily out of his chair. The words that tumble from his mouth are barely coherent, and the last thing he hears before he exits the tent is Sakusa mumbling moron under his breath.

The journey from the festival to your apartment is a blur. He vaguely recalls running past his friends and returning their questioning shouts with a wave of his hand and getting angry at least two cars who cut him on the road, before he ends up in front of your door, nose tinged red from the cold.

His knocks are insistent.

“I’m coming, God, be patient,” he hears you say before you open the door to see him, and your annoyance is wiped away in seconds.

“Hi,” he says, out of breath from running up three flights of stairs after he got impatient waiting for the elevator. His eyes land on the blanket you’ve wrapped over your shoulders, and his lips quirk up at the familiar pattern. “Didn’t I get you that?”

You tug on the material defensively. “What are you doing here?” you ask. “And what the hell are you wearing? Did you not look at the weather before you left the house? It’s freezing outside, you idiot, you should be wearing a thicker jacket. And your face is so red! And your hands! They’re gonna get all dry if you don’t wear gloves! How many times do I have to tell you to dress for the weather otherwise you’ll get sick and…”

Atsumu rasps, “And?”

You gulp, taking a step back to distance yourself. “And you shouldn’t be here,” you say, sending a knife to his chest. “I thought you were at the festival.”

“That’s why you didn’t come,” he concludes. “Because I was there.”

“Well, what do you expect me to do?” you snap. “I told you I loved you and you looked at me like I was crazy.”

“I didn’t.”

“Whatever,” you bark. “My point still stands. You shouldn’t be here.”

He nods. “I know.”

“Then why are you?”

Eight letters are whispered into the darkness of the entryway, and the world is thrown off-balance.

“I love you,” he says, surprising himself with just how easy the words escape after he lets them, “and I’m so, so sorry.”

Your lips part in surprise. “What?”

“I love you,” he repeats. “And I should’ve told you sooner, but I— I was scared—”

“Then why are you telling me now?”

“I don’t know,” he whispers. “Love conquers all, I guess. My fear included.”

“You came all the way here to tell me that?”

He risks a step towards you and his heart flutters when you don’t move away. “I ran out of a psychic’s tent, too.”

“What?”

“I’ll tell you later,” he murmurs. “That’s not important right now.”

“It sounds pretty important, I mean, you mentioned it and everything.”

“It’s not.”

“What exactly is more important than that?”

“Your forgiveness, actually.”

You huff. “Believe it or not, forgiveness doesn’t come so easily, Atsumu.”

“Can I kiss you, then?” he questions innocently, placing a hand against your cheek. “Will you take that as an apology?”

You still, licking your lips as you try to maintain your defiant stance. “…That won’t work every time you make me mad, you know.”

He tries his best not to smirk. “Is that a yes?”

“I hate you.”

He lets his lips hover over yours, and he’s not sure if the loud heartbeat ringing in his ears is his or yours (or maybe a mixture of both). “Is that yes?” he asks again, searching your eyes for any signs of discomfort.

Your eyes flicker to his mouth and then you mumble, “Yes.”

Atsumu pinches himself before capturing his lips with yours, eager and desperate, to kiss you with enough pent-up want and need to cause you to stumble. He’s gentle in the way he cradles your face, as if the world has found itself in his hands, still beautiful despite how much he’s hurt it.

He’ll make up for hurting you later, but for now he’ll allow himself to be selfish.

I love you, he whispers into your mouth, and you capture the confession with your own and let it live in your beating heart.

I love you, he whispers into your neck as you both stumble into the kitchen, making sure to tattoo the words into your skin so you’ll never forget.

“I love you,” he whispers one last time as the blanket covers you both and he’s sure you’ve lulled to sleep with your ear against his chest and his thumb drawing hearts on your shoulder, “so, so much.”

Slumber takes over you both, blanketing your smiling figures with hope and love.

© fushisagi, 2023. do not translate or plagiarize my works.

[devilstruly]

POKER FACE

pairing - timeskip. sakusa kiyoomi x volleyball ref gn. reader

includes - college au, sakusa slowly losing his mind, lying (nothing bad i swear) if you squint, getting to know sakusa, new friendship things

a/n - i know this sounds weird and specific but i was reading a fic and an idea came to mind. hopefully it doesn't flop

Sakusa Kiyoomi is never late.

It's the first thing you've noticed about him since the start of the semester. The second thing is that he always looks put together.

So now as you sit on your assigned-unassigned spot in the lecture hall, the seat next to you empty and two minutes into the lecture, you wonder if something is wrong.

However, to everyone's surprise, a figure bursts through the door, immediately apologizing to the professor before beelining for his seat.

Heavy pants leave Sakusa's lips, almost as if he ran here, his curly hair slighty damp with sweat.

He plops on the chair unceremoniously and you have to hold in a laugh.

'Wow, what happened? You ran a marathon or something?'

'Practice.'

'Practice?'

You repeat the word with interest, one eyebrow rising and urging him to elaborate.

'Volleyball practice.'

'Oh?'

The professor's loud voice redirects both of your attention towards her, but you tuck away this sliver of information for later.

-

Sakusa was always rather intriguing to you. His blutness, his confidence, his disinterest for others. Even though he sounds repulsive, with you it was always the opposite.

Despite the forming friendship, if you can call it that, outside of class the two of you didn't really talk much. But you can't help yourself when you see him leaving the campus' gym one saturday morning.

Gradually speeding up you reach him in a matter of seconds, noticing the surprise on his stupidly handsome face.

'Hi!'

'What are you doing here? I've never seen you up before eleven.'

'I have work.'

Sakusa doesn't ask what you do so you don't clarify. Instead, you start a conversation while he walks back towards his dorm, presumably for a nap, and you towards the parking lot.

Just before you part ways, it's like a switch goes off in your head and you spin towards Sakusa so fast he nearly stumbles back.

'Oh, yeah! I almost forgot. Do you have any upcoming games this month?'

One of his perfect eyebrows arches up suspiciously but your smile is unwavering.

'We're playing against another university next week. Why?'

'No reason ~'

Before he even has a chance to question you further, you speedwalk towards your car, effectively hiding your triumphant giggle.

-

By the time the game finally rolls around, Sakusa has forgotten all about that weird interaction.

He's in the familiar locker room, pulling on the MSBY jersey over his head. Atsumu and Hinata are talking about something not too far away, and Bokuto walks into the room, bright and cheery despite being very late.

They step onto the court, following Meian's instructions immediately and starting their warm-up. When he's on the court, that's the only thing Sakusa cares about. Unlike Atsumu for example, he doesn't care for the crowd, doesn't care for anyone at the moment who isn't on his team.

The sound of a whistle blowing indicates that the captain's should make their approach, and for whatever reason, Sakusa looks in that direction.

His jaw almost cracked from how far it dropped when his eyes landed on you. You were standing in front of the two men, in official FIVB uniform, whistle hanging around your neck, looking professional and serious.

Sakusa blinks. Once. Twice. Three times.

You're still there. You haven't noticed him yet, or maybe you did but you don't care, and he's at a complete loss. Only once the captains start making their way back to their respective sides do you finally look at him, eyes twinkling with mischief and a hint of a smile on your lips.

-

The Black Jackals win, unsurprisingly. However, Sakusa isn't sure how he managed to score as many points as he did, since he was being watched like a hawk the entire time.

Of course it's your job, but still.

He has to wait outside the gym before you and your colleagues finally exit the building before he has a chance to talk to you.

When you step outside you immediately notice his figure lingering and you laugh on the inside, biding your colleagues goodbye before making your way over to him.

'Congratulations on the win.'

Your tone is too smug and it turns Sakusa's glare into a scowl.

'What the fuck?'

This is the first time you hear him curse and it takes all of your willpower not to snort.

'What? You did win, no?'

'That's not what I meant and you know it.'

'It's not?'

If you keep up this innocent and clueless charade, Kiyoomi might just lose his mind.

'When were you gonna tell me you were a fucking volleyball ref?'

Fueling his fire, you shrug nonchalantly.

'You never asked.'

Sakusa opens his mouth to retort, but after a second gives up, knowing that he would've made the same exact remark in your position.

He hates you.

'Is this why you asked me about the game last weekend? Isn't that a conflict of interest?'

'None of my superiors know we're classmates. And if they did they wouldn't know we're friends. So technically, no.'

That satisfied smile on yourself makes him want to kiss it off- no. Slap it off. Anything other than kiss. What the fuck?

He shakes his head to try and get rid off...whatever this is, before he huffs.

'Fine. Have it your way. I'll see you in class then.'

Something about confused Sakusa will always be amusing to you. Just as you're about to leave the premises, you catch a glimpse of orange and yellow in your peripheral vision, silently praying for Sakusa's well-being.

part 2?

[samiwok]

/SAMIWOK.2024/

🫧 ❛ LOVE LOTTERY ❜ ; iwaizumi x reader social media au

⁂ . . .GENRE !! modern, college au, minsunderstandings, childhood friends, hurt/comfort

⁂ . . .STARRING !! fem reader, iwaizumi, oikawa, matsukawa, hanamaki, atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

⁂ . . .NOTES !! cursing, might be written parts, taglist is always open, feel free to send an ask if you want to join!

* starting soon. updates once a week

✰ you told yourself three rules before entering university. one : you’ll focus more on your studies than you ever did. after all, now that your dream was so close you couldn’t allow yourself to ruin it all by lacking serious. two : you’d try to go towards others this year, your friends are not far, actually they’re with you and you know you can count on them but you need to meet new people. three : no love story. they never end well, and you can’t endure the pain caused by a broken heart. not again. but when on the very first day in tokyo national university, a familiar face appears right in front of you, it seems to be harder to respect your own rules.

oikawa & cie [ iwa gc ] ❖ [ y/n gc ] tsumu bully squad

ACT ONE !! … time has passed

✮ — 01. homesick ✮ — 02. no doubt it’s him ✮ — 03. what a face you have

. . . more to come

ACT TWO !! … yet these feelings never faded

. . . more to come

[hoejosatoru]

Best Birthday Gift

Parining: Fem! reader x college au! Hinata, Ft. Bokuto

Summary: Hinata has a huge crush on you. He wants you bad. There are just 2 problems: you were dating his best friend, Bokuto, and he was virgin. However, when Bokuto has a little surprise for Hinata’s birthday.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Virginity loss (hinata), Hinata has a few pervy thoughts I guess?, pussy job, cum eating, use of good boy, voyeurism kinda, subby Hinata, not proof read. MDNI 

Hinata’s pulse quickened as he shifted his weight from foot to foot, trying to quell the flutters in his stomach. No, he was not on the court for a game. He was at his birthday party, sweating over the little sundress you showed up in. He replayed you hugging him when you showed up, your boobs squishing against...

Stop it, he thought trying to shake the thought out of his head. He couldn’t think about you like that. Not because he thought you were out of his league, which he totally did, but because you were his best friend’s girl friend. Hinata was currently watching you hold on to Boktuo’s arm, looking at him with a suggestive spark in your eyes. He hoped that seeing you with him would shut the thoughts up, but all that was playing in his mind was how badly he wanted you to at him like that. 

He ran a hand through his tangerine hair, cursing himself. He felt guilty for thinking about his friend’s girlfriend like that. And that was one of his more innocent thoughts. He knew it was was wrong, knew that you were totally off limits. No matter how big his crush on you was, he would never, ever do something to get between you and Bokuto. He care about you both too much. Still, that wasn’t enough to get him to stop thinking about how your lips would feel pressed on his nec- okay he really has to stop watching you two.

“Christ, Shoyo, you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Hinata startled, not realizing Sakusa had appeared beside him. He was eerily quiet like that. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Hinata grumbled, a little too quickly, tearing his eyes away from you. Sakusa followed where Hinata’s gaze had been, landing on you and Bokuto. He was the most observant and intelligent of Hinata’s college friends, easily putting two and two together.

“Are you jealous?” Sakusa teased, jabbing Hinata’s shoulder.

“I am not jealous,” Hinata responded in a way that Sakusa knew meant he was, in fact, very jealous.

“Oh, Hinata,” Sakusa snickered, taking a sip of his drink. “I always knew you were an idiot, but this is something else.”

“Shut up.” Hinata snatched the drink out of Sakusa’s hand, gulped down a few burning sips, then shoved it back to him. He knew it was freak the germaphobe out. “You’re taste in alcohol sucks.” With that, Hinata stormed off, pouting. 

Some birthday this is, he grumbled to himself. Hinata slid back into he house he shared with his teammates, Sakusa, Bokuto, and Atsumu, shutting the party outside. He flopped down on the couch, downing a drink in the quiet hoping it would ease his frustration. He wasn't sure exactly how long he was sitting there when you appeared in front of him.

“What’re you doing inside, Sho?” Sho. He loved the little nickname you gave him, how sweetly you said it. 

Hinata shrugged, trying to remain calm as you say next to him. “Sakusa was just being a dick.”

“Ugh, he’s always in a shit mood,” you replied. Your thigh was pressed against him, which absolutely did not go unnoticed by Hinata. He felt his face heat up as he shifted nervously, hoping you didn’t notice. ��What can I do to make you feel better?” Your words slurred ever so slightly. You were not drink, but definitely buzzed. You were looking at Hinata with big, sweet doe eyes, which made his pants feel tight. The way you were leaning into him made the top of your dress hang lower, giving him an extra peek at your boobs. Fuck, he thought.

“N-nothing, I’m okay.” He wasn’t sure if he sounded as nervous as he felt, or if it just seemed like he was drunk. He was definitely feeling quite tipsy after downing that last drink and prayed you thought it was the latter.

“Oh come on, Sho,” you pressed, placing a hand on his thigh. It was a simple, innocent gesture. You probably hadn’t thought twice about it. But Hinata could feel himself getting hard. “There’s gotta be something I could do.”

Of course, Hinata had a long list of things you could do. Or he could do to you, if he knew how. However, even if you weren’t dating Bokuto, he didn’t think he could ever get himself to say it. See, Hinata’s other issue was that he was a virgin. He knew it shouldn’t matter and that it was totally normal, but all his friends weren’t. Atsumu in particular loved reminding him of that fact. He discussed his numerous hook ups in such detail that Hinata thought he could probably use it as a how-to guide. 

Hinata knew if he really wanted to, he could probably find a girl to hook up with and just get it over with. However, he knew he was not into random hook ups. He wanted to do it with someone he knew and trusted. He’d tried to develop relationships with other girls, but he would just compare them to you and it just never worked out. Thus, he remained a virgin.

“I-I think I just need to lay down.” Hinata tried to stand up, but between his nerves and his buzz, he flopped back down on the couch, making you giggle.

“C’mere,” you pulled his head onto your lap. His heart was pounding and he knew he shouldn’t indulge in this, but your thighs were so soft he couldn’t tear himself away. He tried to not think about how close he was to a... um, certain body part of your and just closed his eyes as you ran your fingers through his hair. Yeah, he definitely couldn't complain about this. “I think you drank too much.”

A laugh escaped Hinata’s lips, mostly out of relief. “Yeah, I think that’s it.” You were smiling sweetly down at him. Your lips looked so soft and he found himself wondering how they’d feel on his.

“Trying to make moves on my girl?” a familiar voice asked. Hinata shot up so quick, his head was spinning.

“No Bokuto I was ju-” The larger man cut him off with a laugh.

“I was just teasing you, Hinata.” There was a look shared between him and you that Hinata couldn’t quite decipher. “You seem pretty drunk, bud.” 

Hinata’s head was still spinning. Maybe he was a lot drunker than he thought. “I may have over done it.”

Bokuto laughed again. “Shame, we’ll have to give you your gift tomorrow.”

***

Tomorrow came and Hinata found himself in the passenger seat of Bokuto’s car. “So why do we have to go to y/n’s place for the gift?” He’s been to your apartment a few times and didn’t mind going. He liked that it how it smelled like you. However, he was a little nervous to see you again after yesterday’s close call.

Bokuto put the car in park outside your building, a strange smile on his face. “You’ll see.” 

Hinata followed Bokuto up to your apartment. You weren’t in the living room to greet them, which Hinata found strange. When he walked into your bedroom, he saw you, laying on your bed in a black lacy babydoll lingerie top and silky shorts. Hinata gasped his hands flying up to his eyes.

“Shit, I’m so sorry!” Hinata was mortified that he walked in on you dressed like that, clearly not expecting him. He was thoroughly confused when you both busted out laughing. 

“Hinata you don’t have to cover your eyes,” Bokuto said. Hinata didn’t budge, even though he really wanted to get another look at you.

“Is this some sorta test?”

“Really, it’s okay Hinata.” It was your voice that convinced him. He slowly lowered his hands, drinking in the sight of you. He had seen you in a more revealing bikini once at the beach, yet this was so much more arousing to him. He was thoroughly confused as to why you nor Bokuto were not upset, as well as nervous that they would see how much he was enjoying it.

“This is your gift,” Bokuto explained, gesturing to you.

Hinata’s eyes flickered between him and you. “I-I don't undersand.”

“I know you like y/n.”

Hinata’s eyes widened, his heart stuttered. “Did Sakusa tell you? I didn’t mean to-”

Bokuto laughed again, cutting him off. “He didn’t have to tell me. You weren’t exactly good at hiding it.” Hinata’s cheeks burned with embarrassment. “But I get it. Look at her, she’s fucking hot.” Hinata took the excuse to look at you again. Yeah, you very fucking hot. “And I know you’ve been wanting to lose your virginity.”

“And there is nothing wrong with being a virgin,” you interjected, trying to soothe his embarrassment. “I was virgin, too, until I met Bokuto.” It did make Hinata feel better, since you didn’t meet Bokuto until college. Still, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy he felt thinking of the two of you being intimate like that.

“Right, of course,” Bokuto nodded, “But if you wanted to lose your virginity, I figured we could get it out of your system like this.”

The shocked look on Hinata’s face made you giggle. “Come here.” You patted the spot next to you on the bed. Hinata’s body could not resist following your instructions. Somehow you looked even better up close. You cupped his flushed cheeks, thinking it was sweet how nervous he got around you. “Do you want to have sex with me Shoyo?”

Hinata nearly laughed at how absurd that question was. “I- yes I do, I just... I don’t want you to feel like you have to.” As much as he wanted you, he would feel icky and wrong if you were just doing it out of obligation for feeling bad for him.

“No, I want to Sho.” Your finger trailed down his torso, pausing at his waistband. Youur eyes flicked back up to his. “I think you’re really cute.” Hinata could have died in that moment and he would go out a happy man. 

“And you’re okay with this?” he turned to Bokuto again for confirmation.

Bokuto nodded. “We talked about it a lot and we trust you. I don’t have to stay for it if you don’t want, but I can if that would make you feel better.”

Hinata thought it over. Maybe it was weird, but he would feel better with Bokuto being there. Just in case he changed his mind, he could stop them. Hinata would feel better knowing there would be no lines crossed. “You can stay.” Bokuto nodded and took a seat in the chair across the room. 

“You won’t even know I’m here.” 

He felt your fingers on his jaw, turning his face back to you. “Can I kiss you?” Hinata nodded, not trusting his voice. His eye shut as you leaned in and next thing he knew he was kissing you. Your lips were even softer than he imagined. You kissed him soft and gently at first, letting him relax into you. You crawled into his lap, feeling his body stiffen. “Relax, Sho,” you breathed into his ear. 

Bokuto’s soft chuckle didn’t even register to Hinata. He was too preoccupied with he feeling of your body on top of his, the taste of your lips. You slid your hand over his, guiding them up to your boob. “Fuck,” he gasped, getting your boobs a squeeze through the lacy fabric. 

“You can touch me wherever you like,” you murmured into his neck. Hinata gave your boobs a few more squeezes, before letting his hands explore the rest of you. He was too nervous to touch you there yet, but he was loving the feel of your curves. You could already feel him hardening against your thigh.

You slipped your hands under his shirt, tossing it to the side. “So strong,” you noted, kissing down his chest, abs, waistband. Hinata’s stomach hitched as you looked up at him. You didn’t touch him below the waist, not yet at least. Instead, you kissed back up his body. You paused before reaching his lips, sitting back and pulling your top off.

Hinata’s dick twitched in his pants seeing you topless. “Wow,” was all he could manage. You giggled lightly. He really was the sweetest. Hinata didn’t need your to guide his hands this time; he happily played with your tits as you kissed him again. You gave an experiment rock of your hips, pulling a gasp from his lips. Smirking, you continued to grind against him, loving how he whined with every drag of your hips. “I-I’m gonna cum in my - fuck - p-pants if you keep doing that,” he stammered. 

This time both you and Bokuto laughed, sweet and lightheartedly. “Let’s get them off you then, yeah?” Hinata bit his lip nervously but nodded. You slid his shorts and boxers down in one go. His dick was flushed and leaking at the tip, looking achingly hard. He was larger than you thought, and not just for his size. “Mmm, so big Sho.” You stroked him up and down. 

Hinata was on cloud nine even as his pulse drummed in is ears. As you touched him, he couldn’t believe this wasn’t some sort of a dream. He was about to pinch himself when you asked if he wanted to take your bottoms off and then he decided if he was asleep he did not want to wake up right now.

Hinata’s hands were shaking slightly as he slid the shorts down your legs, revealing you fully to him. He let out a groan seeing you naked for the first time; it was better than he ever imagined and, yes, he had imagined it. You could feel his cock throb in your hand as he took in the sight of you. You took his hand and brought it between your thighs. “Feel how wet you made me.”

Hinata couldn’t believe how good it felt. He ran his fingers through your lips, getting comfortable with touching you. His head was spinning at the thought of being inside you.

“You seem a little nervous, Sho,” you pushed hair off his forehead. You knew he was trying to put on a brave face, but he looked a little like a deer in headlights, albeit a happy deer. “Why don’t we start a little slower?”

Hinata nodded, willing to follow whatever you wanted to do, but slow did sound pretty good. You let his cock lay flat against his lower torso, carefully lowering yourself down on him. The second your warm, wet pussy made contact with him a low groan escaped his lips. You rolled your hips slowly, letting him enjoy the new sensation. He already felt himself struggling to stay composed with you just sliding your pussy over his cock he couldn’t imagine how he would survive being inside you.

You placed your hands on Hinata’s strong chest to help you increase your pace. Hinata’s fingers dug into your hips, little curses escaping his lips. Each time your clit nudged against the head of his cock, waves of pleasure went through you. It felt so you good you forget yourself a bit, moving your hips even faster as you chased your high.

Hinata’s breath was ragged. “Shit I’m gonna- fuck!” His head fell back as he orgasmed, his cum spilling over his tummy. Once he came down from his high, his face and chest flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry I-I didn’t mean to cum so fa-”

You licked a stripe up his stomach, effectively shutting him up. You swallowed the release you collected on your tongue. “No need to apologize. You’re being such a good boy for me,” you purred. Hinata had a full body reaction to you calling him a good boy. You could feel him getting hard again as you lapped up his release. “Look at you already hard again for me. So hot, Sho.” Any embarrassment Hinata felt had dissipated, but still he wanted to prove himself.

“Can... can I be on top for it?” he asked.

You smiled. “You wanna fuck me?” Hinata blushed and nodded. Of course Hinata would not just lay there, it wasn’t in his nature even when he was nervous. He was always going to try pushing his limits. You traded places with him, feeling the weight of him on top of you. He wasn’t as heavy as Bokuto, obviously, but he was still nice and solid. 

“Hi,” Hinata said looking down at you, a nervous smile on his lips.

You giggled, “Hi Sho.”

“Do I need a condom or something?” You nodded to your bedside table, where he picked up the little metallic packet. He ripped it open, though struggled to get it on himself.

“Lemme.” You took him in your hand, slowly rolling the rubber down his length.

Hinata smiled shyly. “Thanks.” He lined himself up to you, feeling the heat of your pussy against the tip of his cock. He knew nothing was going to change really once he pushed into you, but still he nervous. He took one last deep breath before pushing inside you. “Oh fuck.”

Even after feeling your pussy on his fingers and on top of him, he couldn’t believe how wet and warm you were. How tight you were. He’s never felt anything like it in his life. The way your pussy squeezed him made his breath hitch. He rocked his hips slowly, wanting to adjust without accidentally humming too fast again. He was very afraid of that happening; he could already feel his balls getting heavy, aching for release.

“You feel so good, Sho,” you moaned. And you meant it, you weren’t just trying to make him feel good. He was a nice size, giving you a little stretch. His ass and thighs were strong from years of playing volleyball, making each thrust have weight to it. He loved the way you sounded moaning his name; he was motived to hear more sweet sounds from you.

“She likes when you play with her clit,” Bokuto offered. Hinata almost forgot his friend was there he was so tossed in you. He nodded and followed Bokuto’s instruction. He pressed his fingers to your clit, rubbing circles over it.

“Fuck, Shoyo, just like that,” you gasped. It took everything in him to not bust. He moved faster knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer. Bokuto was loving watching you get worked up. It was hotter to see you get fucked by his friend than he thought it was going to be. He shifted in his seat as his pants started feeling tighter.

Suddenly you gasped and moaned his name. Your pussy squeezed him impossibly tighter as you came around him. Hinata couldn’t hold himself together anymore. He moaned you name as he came for the second time. He slowed his hips, milking every last bit of his orgasm. It was easily the best he ever had. He knew having sex would be different from jerking off, but he couldn't believe just how much better it felt to cum with someone.

“You’ve officially ruining jerking off for me,” Hinata said breathlessly. Both you and Boktuo laughed.

“You were so good, Sho,” you told him, “You made a girl cum your first time. Not many guys can do that.” Hinata was beaming; he could hear you talk about how good he was all day.

“So, pretty good birthday present, huh?” Bokuto teased.

Hinata nodded, “The best.”

“Y/n had so much fun with you, might just let you fuck her again.” With that, Hinata was sure that Bokuto was the best friend in the entire world.