#she's such an osamu though i'm not regretting it at all

[lastdivantruther]

Hii!! Just wondering, what's your cat's name? If you don't mind of course.

o-osamu

her name is osamu

[oldcoffeeaddict]

What the hell is going on? (TR x reader x Haikyuu)

I had this idea for some time so I finally managed to write it. English is not my first language so expect typos, errors and poor language.

Words: 2k

Bokuto is the first one to notice you entering the gym. The set between Fukurodani and Karasuno has just ended, Karasuno team is running laps as a punishment and Fukurodani team is just resting before their next set with Nekoma.

“Hey, hey, hey! y/n-chaaan, I missed you!”

You're immediately swapped by the Owl's captain while Akaashi is trying to calm him down. You don't mind though: Bokuto being a good friend of Kuroo, treats you like a little sister. His limitless energy is just what you need after the tiresome shift on your part-time job to recharge. You'd prefer to rest at home cuddling with your boyfriend but alas. You promised Kuroo and coach Nekomata to help them with the training camp with Fukurodani, Karasuno and Inarizaki, but at least being an unofficial team manager allows you to have a part time job you desperately need. 

At the sound of your name, the Inarizaki team flinches. They've never thought you'd be here but maybe this is their chance to apologize. No matter what you had done, you never deserved being treated the way they treated you. 

Disturbed by hearing your name they lose their set with Nekoma and Kuroo grins: this is just the start of his little revenge on your behalf. Is it petty? Yes. Do they deserve it? Also yes. 

Atsumu looks at Nekoma's captain and frowns. He recognized him immediately when he saw him for the first time this morning. The guy you cheated on him with. So after all you are now officially dating Kuroo, aren't you? Why else would you be here? Inarizaki's setter wants nothing more than to show you how great he is and make you regret cheating on him. 

The only member of Inarizaki who expected you here and is actually glad to see you is Kita, their captain. You've been in contact with him all these months since you left Inarizaki and transferred to Nekoma - after all he was the only person who helped you and tried to save you from being bullied by Atsumu's fans. 

Kuroo, being the idiot he is, looks at you at shouts:

“Y/n-chan! I won! Aren't I great?” 

You completely ignore him and run to Shibayama who much to your surprise was playing the set against Inarizaki. 

“Yukiiii!!” 

You hug your favorite first-year, praise him and pat his head affectionately. The poor boy gets completely red, still not used to your affectionate behavior. 

Osamu nudges his twin:

“She looks happy”

You can practically feel the daggers sent your way by your former teammates when Kita approaches you with his typical greeting: 

“Hello, l/n-san. It's nice to see you again”

You look at him and smile. Kita informed you that he was appointed captain of the team. 

“Hello, Kita-san! Being the Captain suits you!” 

Your conversation with him is cut short as Lana, the Nekoma manager, approaches you with a tired smile and asks you to fill up the bottles.

You excuse yourself to Kita and leave the gym with the empty bottles. 

A few minutes later Kita joins you to fill the bottles with fresh water for his teammates as well. 

You smile at him fully aware of their current manager's abilities.

“Isn't it the job of the manager?”

Kita sighs.

“It is, but you know, Kasumi never does it, she's usually busy chatting with the Miyas. She's not nearly as good and competent as you were”

“I'm sorry, Kita-san. I needed to leave”

“Don't apologize, l/n-san, it was never your fault. Atsumu and his fans are to blame.” 

They were indeed. It was Kasumi, the second Inarizaki manager, who showed pictures of you hugging Kuroo and told Atsumu and the whole team about that. You knew she was jealous of your relationship with him and wanted him for herself. Atsumu was the only reason she joined the team. After that she and the other Atsumu's fans made your life in Inarizaki unbearable so you had to transfer to Nekoma.

Kita decides to change the subject:

“So, the Nekoma's captain is the one they accused you of cheating with?” 

Now it's your turn to sigh.

“Yeah, and he knows what happened that day. Just don't be surprised if he is acting more stupidly than usual. He said he wanted revenge, whatever it means”

Don't get me wrong, you adore Kuroo. Despite being just a year older, Kuroo treats you as a little girl and can get overprotective. So when you told him what happened between you and the Inarizaki team, Kuroo offered you to transfer to Nekoma and start a new life. He was furious at how the team treated you and it took you a long time to calm him down.

Kita helps you to carry the heavy bottles to the gym, but you have no chance to give them to your boys. Immediately upon your return you're dragged by Bokuto again. 

“Y/n-chan, I have an apprentice now! Meet Hinata!”

He is now literally beaming. 

The rest of the day is uneventful: you just help manage the Nekoma team and avoid Inarizaki. 

It's not that you hate them now - they once were your friends, but you still can't get over the situation that happened that day and how they were quick to judge you. 

You were on your way to the morning practice, nothing unusual for the morning in early March at the end of your first year in Inarizaki. Approaching the gym you heard the commotion inside and opened the door. You were met with the angry face of your boyfriend of six months - the infamous setter of Inarizaki volleyball team Miya Atsumu.

He shoved a phone with a picture of you and black-haired guy in the mall. His arm was around your shoulders in a side hug and you had a smile on your face. 

“You cheated on me, bitch!”

“You got it wrong! He is just my..” 

You were cut off by the slap on your cheek. You fell to the floor due to the impact. Tsumu's strength was no joke. The whole team was just standing here watching you being humiliated. No one even tried to help you or stop Tsumu.

“Shut it! I don't want to hear anything from you! Get out of my sight!” 

He turned around and went towards Kasumi, handing her phone back and then she just embraced him. You were still sitting on the floor holding your burning cheek and staring at them shocked. A figure approached you and you saw an extended hand.

“L/n-san” 

It was Kita Shinsuke who helped you stand and guided you to the infirmary. It was him who tended your cheek then asked:

“You were going to explain everything, weren't you?”

You nodded. 

“I'm sorry for Atsumu's actions, he can be a little too emotional sometimes” 

You nodded again. Of course you knew that, but he never was violent before.

You opened your mouth and broke the silence:

“It was my cousin. The guy in the picture. We were together yesterday in the mall. He lives in Tokyo, but sometimes he and his father visit me here cause they are my only family in Japan”

"I see"

Kita-san was always a man of few words but seeing such understanding was refreshing.

After that you had no choice but to leave the team and eventually the school. When Atsumu's fans learnt what happened, they started bullying you. The volleyball team, minus Kita, chose to ignore you as if you never existed. So you contacted your parents who lived abroad and asked to help you transfer. Then you started your second year of high school in Nekoma with Kuroo being a third-year. 

After the practice you, Kuroo and some other players, including Atsumu, are standing outside the gym chatting. Well, they are chatting while Kuroo is using your head as an armrest.

When you hear the familiar sound of the motorcycle, you smile. He's here.

The sound stops, Kuroo looks behind you and grins. He finally decides to stop using you as the armrest. Instead another arm wraps around your shoulders and you feel a pair of lips kissing the side of your head.

“Hi there, princess”

“Hi, handsome”

You wrap your arms around his waist and look up at him smiling lovingly.

Kuroo pretends to gag and looks at Atsumu. To say that the setter is confused would be an understatement. Did this guy just call you princess? Why are you hugging him? Aren't you dating Nekoma's captain? Just what the hell is going on?

Your boyfriend notices the look Kuroo's now giving him and says:

“Care to introduce me to your friends?”

He moves so now he's standing right behind you with his arms loosely hanging from your shoulders. His head is placed right on top of yours and you sigh. Why is everyone around you so freaking tall? 

“Sure. So, you know Tetsuro” 

Kuroo waves at your boyfriend and the latter returns the gesture.

“This is Lev and Kenma, they are from Nekoma too”

The said boys say their greetings. Your boyfriend just smiles and nods.

“This is Bokuto, Akaashi and Konoha from Fukurodani” 

“Never heard of it” your boyfriend admits.

You sigh and continue.

“This is Hinata and Kageyama from Karasuno”

“Never heard of it” 

You can't help but roll your eyes: first Kuroo, now him, have they agreed to behave more stupid than ever?

“And that's Miya Atsumu and Osamu, and Kita-san from Inarizaki”

Your boyfriend flashes a small smile towards Kita.

“I've heard of you. You're the only decent person in this shithole of the school, right?”

Kita shrugs:

“I guess” 

You mentally facepalm.

“And this is Haitani Ran, my boyfriend”

Ran smiles at the group and plays with your hair.

Atsumu's jaw just met the ground: boyfriend? Then who the hell is the black-haired captain? He looks between you, grinning Kuroo and carefree Ran. 

“Haitani Ran like Ran and Rindou Haitani?” Konoha suddenly asks.

Ran looks amused.

“Oh, so you know me and my brother?”

“I used to live in Roppongi when I was in middle school. Every kid knows the Kings of Roppongi” 

Ran grins and looks at you:

“Sweetheart, you never told me that your friends are people of culture” 

You facepalm again, this time literally.

Hinata joins the conversation excited:

“The king of Roppongi?? Like in volleyball?? Bakayama here is the King of the Court too!”

Now Ran is giggling while Kuroo is completely unable to hold his laugh.

“This kid is hilarious, I like him. Babe, can we adopt him?”

You groan at his stupidity.

“No, Ran, we can't adopt him, Hinata here is the high-schooler”

“He is?? But he's so small!” 

Kuroo's laugh becomes louder and you facepalm the third time, but you're not sure how to explain to the others who Ran Haitani actually is. 

“No, Hinata, Ran is… the different type of the King” 

Kuroo blurts:

“Ran is a delinquent”

“A delinquent?” 

Ran decides to speak for himself so he says with a proud smile:

“Me and my brother rule the Roppongi. People there answer to us, if not, we beat shit out of them” 

His smile becomes more sinister when he looks at the Miya twins:

“So no one messes with us and people close to us”

Osamu who was silently observing the whole ordeal finally asks you pointing at Ran and then Kuroo: 

“If this is your boyfriend, then who is he to you?”

Kuroo speaks for you with his shit-eating grin:

“I'm her cousin”

Atsumu's face goes from bewildered to mortified: cousin? All this time he was your cousin?

All his anger towards you disappears. He mentally groans remembering how he treated you - he was so quick to judge you, not even giving you a chance to explain. He remembers that you actually tried to explain but he cut you off - he slapped you, he hurt you. He remembers now how heartbroken you looked, you didn't even cry because of the shock. He hates himself now remembering the bullying he witnessed. Then he thought you deserved it, but now… now he has only regrets. Maybe one day you give him the chance to apologize but not now as you say your goodbyes and leave the school hand-in-hand with your boyfriend. Atsumu just can hope that Ran treats you right.

And he does

[gaoau]

Redemption Spell

Wicked Witch warnings — none. word count — 3.2k

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The return to solitude had never impacted [Name] before—more than a decision by force, it'd always been a conscious choice she favored. With Osamu's unexpected confession flinging her into oncoming traffic, she drew back instantly to avoid his feelings from running her over. Her sardonic chuckles trickled down her chin, bitter as dark chocolate but just as delicious, clogging her ears so she wouldn't hear anything else he could throw at her. Regrets underneath a street light, product of different sensuous impulses.

If there ever existed a person she couldn't bear to delete, then they went by the name of Miya Osamu. Behind a veil of white lies that had dyed her in blue, Osamu remained a friend she simply didn't want to cut ties with. It wasn't smart, it wasn't rational, but most of all, it wasn't worth it. Losing him implied sacrificing a wondrous relationship for the sake of feeding into her fears. He had it far worse, after years of concealing the adoration he had so carefully nurtured and being sliced open with her insensitive rejection. She was built upon anger and panic, yet he professed his love to her with genuine sincerity regardless.

She didn't think twice as she pressed down on his contact name. One ri—he picked up immediately. Normally, she would have laughed. "Osamu," she called into the microphone, holding back a sigh, one which would have failed to take into consideration the harm she could've caused him.

"[Name]." Something in his voice. Eagerness? Perhaps; she failed to realize.

What were the right words to say? Apologies had never worked between the two of them. Reassurance had landed them in a disastrous net of silence. Truth; honesty from the beginning would have prevented such a jarring climax. "I'm mad."

"…I know."

"You lied to me." Lying was a painfully strong word, but [Name] didn't care about pain. Osamu had tight-roped over his feelings for so long, he ended up shattering on the ground with one innocent slip. Now he was in pain.

"Yeah."

She sighed, "Is that a thing people do?"

"I guess."

"Well, that's shitty."

His reluctant hum reached her through the speakers, his breath short and strained. He inhaled deeply to reclaim that boldness which had overcome him that fateful night littered with mistakes. Every last bit of air escaped him when he realized how futile it was and blew it all out instead. "Can we still be friends?" The inside of his mouth dried up as if those strenuous words had stolen the life from him.

It wasn't the words, but [Name] herself the one who stole the force of his courage. She used it tactfully to revitalize her mind and body while she balled her hands into fists and admitted through gritted teeth, "That's what I'm most mad about." She couldn't see Osamu's eyebrows rise in surprise, but his stunned silence spoke for itself. The opportunity to teach him a lesson about honesty materialized right in front of her just in time. "I want to be friends with you. I want to visit your shop, and call you like this, and eat your dinners, and just overall be with you." She never struggled with expressing her inner thoughts to him—was it a difference in trust or simply his tongue the one stupidly twisting when it mattered?

Osamu's breath hitched and she heard him choke on his own saliva. Of course, she never intended to play with his feelings, particularly not when knowing what they truly were, but her phrasing was undeniably awful. "Good, we can do that. I ain't givin' up on ya, though."

"Okay, that's fair."

He couldn't decide which impressed him the most; her indifference in the face of a profession of love or how easily they could avoid conflict by just speaking with sincerity. The weight of the world seemingly lifted off his shoulders as she accepted him with all his idiocy. "Sing me somethin'." The grin on his face reached her all the way through the sound of his voice. "S'been a while." A grin that remained through the night and through the months as they found their routine once more. What once had been weekly became daily and nightly, where he could fall asleep to her harmonious lullabies and she could wake up to his greetings of comfort.

Suna remembers this specific event with more vividness than anyone at the table, save for Osamu who still can't help smiling as his wife retells their interaction. He had been far more overjoyed than he cared to admit and ended up calling Suna in a fit of excitement. The poor guy sat through his friend's incessant rambling about a girl he was hopelessly in love with. Admittedly, he zoned out for the majority of Osamu's monologue after going through that one endless call where he instead whined about her rejection.

He cradles his head in his palms at the memory. "You would've saved us so much trouble if you'd just accepted his confession from the start."

"Like I could've done that," [Name] chuckles. She swings her leg underneath the table to kick Suna's shin, missing him by a few centimeters as she hits Ginjima instead.

He straightens up at the danger he barely missed. A snort slips when Ginjiima groans in agony. His eyes dart back towards the married couple. "Are you sure you didn't like him romantically at this point? From that harsh rejection to hey, let's stay friends, there had to be something."

"I'm pretty sure I just liked having a friend."

Osamu snickers while wrapping an arm around her waist. He tugs with quite a lot more force than needed, making her crash into his chest with a huff. "No worries. Spoiler alert, she falls in love with me later. Tell 'em"

[Name] sighs out a chortle and rolls her eyes.

From every once in a while to every other day, Osamu incorporated himself into her schedule to fill corners of her life she'd never cared to complete. Any free time that gratefully came his way, he'd use it as an opportunity to visit her at her apartment. [Name] always opened the door to find his grinning face greeting her, and she replied with a quiet simper of her own as he lifted a plastic bag up to her eye level. "Walk or movie night?" he prompted while inviting himself into her place. No matter what [Name] chose, he had already decided, judging by how he didn't bother to unload the hoard of snacks he'd bought.

"Brought popcorn?"

He turned towards her, eyes in the shape of crescents while he cheekily smiled at her. "No."

"Then why do you ask?"

"Ta make ya feel like ya've a choice." Laughter flowed into the air with an easiness his hidden feelings hadn't permitted before.

Although [Name] was nocturnal by nature, Osamu wasn't. He disciplined himself to adapt to her views of the world only to create and spend as much quality time as she needed to return his love. Unconsciously, he chose night walks much more often than movie nights, convincing himself it was because [Name] enjoyed the landscape of the glittering Milky Way, but he was simply attempting to make up for that night he'd crushed her trust.

He much preferred staying over at her place and dozing off on her couch as remnants of jokes and quips fluttered through the apartment. Lovely mornings where he awoke an hour earlier than she did—a whole hour was more than enough to relish in the peace of her expression while she soundly rested, after which he could admire her drowsy grin when the scent of his breakfast stirred her awake.

They shared the unspoken rule that dinners were always at his own apartment. On rare occasions, he invited her over to the shop after closing hours, but cooking with her in his own home felt far more gratifying. He found satisfaction in adding fun to her meals; not to say that [Name] didn't know how to cook, she merely didn't care to do it. Osamu took it upon himself to share all of his secrets and improve those rusty skills of hers, making the most out of both the ingredients at hand and the moments they spent singing in his kitchen. Anything he did for her brought him one step closer to winning her affection.

Even if it meant terrible business strategies. [Name] didn't stay behind and sacrificed her precious efforts to keep the flame of their friendship burning bright. Any opening in her schedule she could take advantage of, she never hesitated to. Her face became a regular at the Onigiri Miya shop with how much she frequented it. So much so that the cashiers quickly recognized her as soon as she pulled out her wallet to pay for her onigiri. Very bold of Osamu to come up with the name of love discounts and inform his whole staff about them.

"Boss says it's on the house again, [Surname]-san."

She could only purse her lips every time the poor employees mumbled those words. Dismissing the familiar offer, she sighed, "How much is it?"

"I have to discount ten percent for you if you refuse the free one."

"I'm sorry this is normal procedure for you guys. I'll pay full anyway."

"Yes, ma'am." The cashier smiled sheepishly in return, ignoring the beads of sweat manifesting beneath their cap at the pressure of [Name]'s unintentional glare directed towards them. Nobody ever told her they took the ten percent off regardless, for their sake more than hers.

Sometimes a text, sometimes a call. Osamu had set a particular ringtone to recognize when it was [Name] reaching out to him and distinguish her from the rest of his contacts. It happened often that his screen lit up late in the evening as it chirped to notify him of [Name] sending him a message. (When it came to calls, he had persuaded her to record a customized ringtone. Hey, Osamu, you have an incoming call, please, pick up, played on repeat until he found the heart to answer the call, phone vibrating in a heartbeat pattern.) It was one of the many details [Name] pondered over endlessly, one of the various little things in a vast ocean of fondness and tenderness he offered only to her. Love seemed to come so easily to him, as if he'd basked in it for every second of his existence, with a brother by his side and parents to watch over him. Ironic how he envied her ability to express all her truths while she envied his capability and openness to love.

She failed to find a proper approach to the situation. Someone as precious as Osamu had become in her life and yet she couldn't bring herself to reciprocate feelings so pure. Logic reasoned with blunt frigidity; had they met as adults, Osamu's affection for her wouldn't have developed so deeply. [Name] understood that, seeing as it was happening to her herself. High-school had been forever ago, where the influence over emotions was much stronger than in adulthood. Maybe if he had confessed to her back in the music clubroom as he had originally intended, her heart would have had the freedom to change with a snap of her fingers. Maybe. Only maybe. Hypotheticals were useless.

His revelation underneath that damned lamp post shoved her thoughts into questioning. A friend she didn't want to lose against a crush he refused to let go of. I ain't givin' up on ya, of course it was fair, she couldn't decide his feelings for him. But nothing is ever fair. Even if she tried to see him in a different light, she could never guarantee it would work out. All she wanted was to keep him close.

A sigh drifted into the quiet of the night while she raised her knuckles to the door. [Name] had messaged Osamu to check in on him and drop by Onigiri Miya if he was at the shop. Yeah, just knock. Nothing out of the ordinary, routine almost. When she tapped with a familiar beat she'd built at his request, intelligible hollers reached her ears from the inside. The door opened for her seconds later, and she came face to face with blond hair she refused to make peace with. Her stubbornness suggested turning on her heels and heading home, but her pride shot him a side-eyed glower and stepped into the shop with her head held up high.

Atsumu grumbled curses to himself as he locked the door and reluctantly returned to his seat. [Name] strategically settled a stool away from him. At least they agreed on one thing.

Tension denser than air manifested into the atmosphere, enough to press down on both of them while they waited for Osamu to act as an intermediate. Painfully quiet silence stabbing into their ears at the uncomfortable energy flooding the shop and filling the distance they'd put between one another. What could possibly take Osamu so long in that forsaken kitchen? Atsumu knew it was his own onigiri, but God forbid he'd take the blame when [Name]'s presence pestered him on his side. If his brother didn't like her, then he wouldn't have to stand her being there alone with him.

He took matters into his own hands. Meddling in others' business was one of his many fortes, even more so when it came to his beloved twin. He stared her down through the corner of his eye. "Ya know he's in love with ya, right? For some reason."

[Name] flinched at the unexpected tear in the quietude. Atsumu raised an inquiring brow but didn't pry. "Yeah… He told me a while ago." She uncharacteristically lowered her head, piercing holes into her hands on the counter with her narrowed glare.

"And?"

"And I don't reciprocate."

How dare she? "Why?"

Her spunk returned almost immediately at his interrogation. She lifted her glower towards him, a scowling grimace scrawled over her features, pulling the corners of her lips into a snarl. "What do you care?"

He debated between fighting her to the death before Osamu showed up at her sheer audacity to question him. "He's my brother. I don't want him gettin' hurt." The rational side of his brain held him back with iron chains. If anyone could be the bigger person between him and the Wicked Witch, then he definitely had to assume that role for both of their sakes—and so his brother wouldn't stab him into oblivion if he picked a fight with his dear [Name].

"Huh. I guess you don't have as much of a swelling ego as I thought." Her face softened into a deadpan. Flat lips, half-lidded eyes, resting eyebrows, completely bored and downright inexpressive. She stared into him with nothing but an empty hole in her gaze as she allowed her tongue to blurt out whatever it wanted. Before he could growl anything about her testing his patience, she returned her attention to her fingers dancing on the counter. "I'm trying." It was barely a whisper, one not too sure whether it had a reason to even be pronounced.

"Hah?"

Had she sounded like that in high-school? She shook the thought out of her head just as soon as it appeared. "I'm trying to fall in love with him."

"Why?"

Atsumu sure had some nerve with all his incessant questions. "Because I don't want to lose him." Yet she found herself replying nonetheless. Yes, she was honest with her feelings to both herself and the outside world, but she never laid them down to understand the basis of their existence. She was trying so hard and for what reason?

"It don't work like that."

[Name] blinked repeatedly while slowly craning her neck towards Atsumu. Her frowning glare resurfaced. "Am I really getting love advice from you?"

"Hey, I know a thing or two, you—" His nostrils flared for half a second before he reminded himself he was engaging in this unwanted conversation for his brother. He breathed in deeply to tame his temper. [Name] held back an instinctive grin at the similarities between him and Osamu. Atsumu carried on without paying any mind to the twitching of her lips. "And I know love's gotta be genuine, not interested."

The smile trying to form vanished in an instant upon processing the words he smacked her with. Who would have thought Miya Atsumu, her unspoken sworn enemy, of all people, would be the one to clear up the fog muddling her brain? Her vacant stare strayed through his eyes as her mouth fell agape. Atsumu glanced behind him to make sure there was nothing there causing her expression to morph so dramatically. When he turned back to her, she was boring a hole into the counter once more while contemplating everything she'd ever known. "Okay," she spoke with a pristine clearness in her tone. It didn't slash him as harsh as it tended to do. He watched her nod to herself repeatedly. "I'll keep that in mind."

Silence returned and settled on the stool they used to distance themselves from one another. A fresher mind and a different perspective. [Name] was, surprisingly, fairly easy to reason with; Atsumu could genuinely put his ego aside for the sake of others. The tension faded into nothingness as they replenished their lungs with new ideas about the person sitting beside them. By the time Osamu emerged from the kitchen with their respective snacks—Atsumu's special onigiri and [Name]'s two normal-sized ones—their shoulders relaxed loose and comfortable smiles spread on their faces.

[Name]'s expression shifted immediately when she laid eyes on Atsumu's dish. She glared with wide eyes, horrified as Osamu set the plate in front of his brother. She leaned back, mildly terrified, a new-found fear adding itself to her list. "That's very—That's massive," she whispered out with a trembling voice.

"Wanna see how fast I eat it?" He grinned at her with eagerness in his eyes, hands snatching his ginormous onigiri off its plate.

"I kinda don't. I—I'm concerned."

Chortles slipped from her tongue when Atsumu immediately stuffed his face into the rice. Laughter flowed freely around the shop, ignoring the animosity quietly dissipating through the cracks and outside the door. Osamu smiled softly to himself while he gazed at two of his favorite people willingly interacting without any intent to strangle each other. He didn't know what had happened, but that knowledge was useless when adoring the sight of them getting along.

"You still have a swelling ego."

"Shaddup, ya love me." The tip of Atsumu's shoe stabs her shin.

She hisses in pain, but disguises it as anger, "Swelling ego."

"Wicked Witch."

Osamu shoves his finger onto [Name]'s lips before she can retaliate. "Quiet, both of you, don't ruin my wedding."

"Our wedding, 'Samu."

"Not when I kick ya out of it."

"Hey, 'Tsumu, wanna marry—"

"Moving on."

[wellfell]

 ❛ i don't betray people , i'm not you . ❜  though that might be a fairly true statement regarding her personal life , when business was involved , akina couldn't exactly be called a loyal associate . unless he was in the picture , of course . a bane to her indifference , she can only roll her eyes and go quiet . his enemy is hers , but couldn't he just warn her beforehand instead of all this show ? akina liked parties , especially when they had expensive booze in it . do-young of all people knew that she simply liked the attention she got . her arms cross over her chest ,

 his story seemed logical enough . for a moment she regrets it , watches him with a softer frown as he gets up to come closer – prey to predator , she never knew if he was worse or her . akina's left arm was almost bitten off by a tiger when she was younger , the marks are still visible if you can see past the makeup that covers them . the same tiger that she still keeps as a pet , osamu never knew not to domesticate a wild predator . do-young was the same ; you can't control him , you shouldn't , you can just watch him come closer to you and not move an inch . the problem with all of this was the fact that akina liked it . she liked every single second of ( – pretending ) being the prey . ❛ you could have told me . i would burn them . ❜  she says , and doesn't look away from his lips . when close enough , her hand grips onto his tie , tangles it around her digits and brings him against her shorter body . ❛ you have to work on your communication skills . instead of expecting me to read your sick little mind . ❜  her lips tug in a smile sideways , finally brushing a lingering peck upon his well shaped lips . her anger faded out quickly this time , unlike other times . they could have been caught , because two idiots didn't know how to gamble properly . and she was dancing with them a few nights ago — slowly , she's sitting him back on the couch . straddling his thighs with a hungry stare in her eyes , closer and closer . the cool touch of her knife presses against his neck , she stares right into his eyes when she whispers ; ❛ if you solve these problems without telling me first , i will gut you . and have your men eat your heart . ❜  her chin lowers , the knife presses harder on his skin . ❛ this is my property , i'm the fucking king here . ❜

Ah, there she is. A grin accompanied by him crossing and uncrossing his long legs. She’s pretending that she doesn’t know, doesn’t understand. “ What is my problem? Currently - you! ” His personality had always been explosive. Even when he was a kid, even when he was a young promising baseball player. It was like he was pushed to the end of the line, and before him - well, there was only a cliff. Jump or jump. No other option.

“ You were being reckless, and I know you’re smart enough. ” Dragging the glass against the surface of the table, eyes glued to her face. “ Not to betray me. ” It doesn’t mean only fucking some other bastard. But also that they were partners. It was business and pleasure. Those things that you shouldn’t mix, and usually he wouldn’t. But it was different with her. She had that thing about her, that itch you need to scratch, you couldn’t help yourself. And it didn’t hurt that she looked the way she did in those short dresses of hers.

Eyes move down her body lazily, not bothering to hide what he’s thinking from showing on his face. “ Those morons decided to gamble, and when they lost a billion won. Well, they decided to report my establishment to the police. I guess thinking that if it got shut down, that they wouldn’t need to pay. ” And she’s sad that they’re dead. What use did they have? She should know better.

“ You know that I am not the forgiving type, especially when they jeopardized my money, my business. And some of my men were taken in by the police. I will have to pay a lot to get them out. ” Standing up finally, he moves towards her slowly. “ I killed them. One of them pissed himself. Is that who you want around you? Did I misjudge you? ”

[kira-fluff]

"can you pretend to be my boyfriend?"

pairing: osamu miya x reader (haikyuu!!) a/n: unfortunately based off a true story. tw: anxiety, bullying, swearing, threatening

you sidled yourself in a seat next to your good friend. "heeeeey 'samu~" you grinned.

"what do ya want?"

"can i not just want to greet my amazing friend?"

he gave you a skeptical look and you blanched. "well, uhm..."

"if it's my food ya want, yer not gettin' it." he grumbled, selfishly sucking more milk through his straw.

"can you be my boyfriend?"

comically, osamu proceeded to spew the milk in his mouth out in shock, nearly missing atsumu who sat across the table, much to both of their dismay.

wiping some milk from his mouth, osamu managed to choke out a strained, "yer for real..?"

you blinked, then flushed, "i-i-i meant for pretend, i mean it!" you bit your lip, "there's this girl who recently decided she doesn't like me. i'm not sure why... but she started telling rumors and lies about me to other people.....including her boyfriend. and...and.. he's super intimidating..." you looked away, "'samu, he came up to me the other day and said that if i mess with 'his girl'... that i'd 'regret it'....'samu, i'm scared. it's silly, right? but.. but it would just make me feel safer.."

a warm hand fell on your shoulder, "'s not silly. 's a threat. do ya want me 'ta take care of him?"

you shook your head quickly, "n-no! i just... i need you to just.. pretend. i know it's weird, but it would mean a lot to me, okay?"

osamu eyed you up and down before saying, "why me?"

your eyes widened and you once again couldn't look him in the eye. after all, it'd be pretty lame to confess after he so blatantly shot you down a few minutes ago. "well, you're my best 'guy' friend. and you're pretty much built like a greek god--"

he smirked, amused, "ya think 'm built like a greek god?"

"i'm still here, guys, keep the flirting to a minimum," piped in atsumu.

you both turned in unison to him, identically saying, "shut up, 'tsumu."

you cleared your throat, "anyway, you're bulky and strong and could definitely beat him in a fight."

"obviously."

"so will you help me... please?"

osamu's resolve seemed to waver the longer your stared into his eyes with a begging expression. to be honest, the moment he'd heard that some guy was harassing you, he was beyond pissed off and was ready to agree to just about anything you asked of him. but, once he found out that you had also wanted to be his (albeit, pretend) girlfriend? it seemed like the perfect opportunity to show you what it could really be like.. and how much he loved you.

"i guess." he said, his cheeks slightly flushing.

it shocked you that he had agreed. after all, this is osamu you're talking about. he scarcely looked your way, much less harbored any idea of you being his girlfriend. and yet here you were, walking down the halls, holding hands. he avoided your gaze, though you knew him well enough to know he wasn't annoyed with you, just embarrassed, which you had expected.

what you hadn't expected, however, was that girl. you call her that girl because you honestly didn't know her name. only that she despised you. you frowned, recalling the numerous times your friends walked up to you telling you she'd said you were "annoying" or that she was surprised you were ever invited to anything what with the way you make everything about yourself. you knew your friends meant well but a part of you wished they'd never told you. you weren't exaggerating when you say that you are a "drama-free" person. you seemed to always be the last one to hear the gossip going around and certainly the last to spread anything. it upset you that despite your best efforts someone had decided that you were irritating enough to make comments to others about. you tried to not take things personally, you really did, but when you'd heard her talking about you while you were in a bathroom stall, it took all of your strength to hold back your tears. unfortunately, because you're drama-free, you also aren't the most confrontational person. rather, you preferred confrontation when the other people didn't seem to take anything anyone ever did personally. you thought back on yourself, searching for anything you could've done wrong to bother her but after much consolation from friends, turned up nothing. still, a part of you felt like it was all your fault. maybe you could've tried harder to be extra kind to her?

you were broken out of your thoughts by a squeeze to your hand. making eye contact with that girl, she rolled her eyes and turned, walking the other way. osamu looked down at you in concern as your brows furrowed in a hurt expression.

"do ya even know her?"

"..no."

"then why should you care what she says or thinks?"

"because, 'samu, it's not that easy. i can tell myself it doesn't matter and that i shouldn't care but that doesn't make it so. it doesn't rewire my brain to stop caring about what other people think. no matter how hard i try."

he was silent for a moment, contemplating something.

then, he lightly caressed your cheek with the palm of his hand, smiling softly. "i guess i can't change yer mind... but i can remind you that the people who are actually worth yer time won't make some round-about shitty way of telling ya they have a problem with ya."

you smiled warily, though he had to admit he said exactly what you needed to hear. besides that, you noticed you'd definitely chosen the right guy - his acting skills as your boyfriend were superior. your eyes wandered around to the gaze of your fellow peers as some cooed not-so-subtly at osamu's public display of affection.

your gaze returned to his as he eyed you up and down. "ya sure yer alright?"

"positive."

"ya know it's okay not to be fine all the time."

you laughed lightly, "thanks, 'samu. but really, I think I'm okay. i just can't think about it or it'll make me all upset again."

"wanna come over tonight? thankfully i'm makin' dinner and not atsumu," he grinned.

you conservation switched to various other topics as you both walked down the hall before he had to go to volleyball practice.

-

"didn't i tell you what happens to bitches who mess with my girl?" a gruff voice called behind you.

you froze, regretting the fact that you neglected to bring your phone with you during your lunch break and were subsequently now completely alone with some gorilla-faced man who spoke gravelly like he wasn't in high school at all. slowly turning, you cowered, "i-i don't think i did anything wrong.."

immediately his fist slammed against your locker. "obviously you fuckin' did if my girl is tellin' me you've been a fuckin' problem!"

"i-i-i don't even know who she is," you defended, moving your hands to shield your face in fear.

"bullshit."

you screamed as you felt a hand tightly grab your wrist and you squeezed your eyes shut, preparing yourself for the impact of a fist. after a few moments, you opened them, shocked to see osamu standing in front of you, shielding you from the gruff boyfriend.

"get a load of this guy," osamu smiled sardonically, "getting involved in his girlfriend's drama because she can't handle it herself? you must be her hero."

the man grit his teeth hard, winding up for a punch that osamu immediately countered, without breaking a sweat.

"you take that back you fuckin' piece of shit!" he growled, aiming for a blow to osamu's kneecap. "how the fuck does a prick like you even know this stupid bitch anyway." he continued, seemingly adding fuel to the fire.

osamu's eyes widened with a fiery rage, "you don't get to talk like that about my girlfriend." within seconds, the man was pummeled to the ground and osamu's fist connected against his face repeatedly until you pulled osamu away.

as if the situation wasn't already at its worst, that girl came running down the hall. "you BITCH! how dare you do this to my man! i fucking knew you were a rat." she paused for a moment before letting out a shriek of laughter, "oh? what's this? there's no fucking way you managed to get a boyfriend. what, you finally found someone willing to fuck you for a price?" she giggled, "osamu miya, was it? tell me, how much is she paying you to play pretend?"

osamu ground down on his teeth dangerously as he eyed the girl with contempt. "I'll have you know that i asked her out and was lucky enough for her to say yes."

she forced out another laugh, "then you're both pathetic! a match made in heaven."

you willed the tears to stay in your eyes, not wanting to give the girl the power of knowing that she hurt you, that she made you cry. you whispered something even you could barely hear.

"what was that? finally apologizing to me?"

you narrowed your eyes, looking her directly in her own as you raised your voice, "I said 'LEAVE US ALONE!'" you screamed with all you had in you.

she smirked, seemingly only a little fazed by your outburst. "fine, I'll leave. as soon as you prove you guys are actually dating. 'cause, like, there's no way, right babe?!" her boyfriend grunted out a laugh from his position on the floor.

this is the end. you thought. i'm gonna have to confess that i made this whole thing up and then i'm never going to hear the end of it. you sent a worried look to osamu who was already inches from your face. you tried to back away in shock, but his hand found purchase on the small of your back. he pulled you in tightly before taking your chin in between his index and thumb. his eyes conveyed a message you couldn't quite decifer.

yet, the next thing you knew, his lips were on yours. it wasn't at all the sort of chaste or reluctant kiss you were expecting, but one filled with hunger and desire. you returned in equal force, intertwining your fingers in his gray-brown locks. you could've sworn you'd heard a guttural groan as you shifted your leg in between his. when you at last separated, the girl and her boyfriend were gone. it was just the two of you.

osamu looked down at your lips once more before meeting your eyes. "hey."

you laughed breathily, "hey."

"do ya wanna date fer real?"

you answered with another eager kiss.

[ashthemadwriter-archived]

Calling them by their name

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairings: Suna, Oikawa, Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Kuroo X Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Some cussing done by me, Suggestive in Iwaizumi's part

Word Count: 1.2K

A/n: It's been a while since I last wrote for Haikyuu so-

This TikTok compilation on YouTube

↳Yamaguchi

"Yamaguchi Tadashi!"

The man looks at you frightened, like he just saw a ghost or smthn lmao, making you Almost feel bad about this prank.

"What? What happened?" "Did you eat all the Ice cream I saved for myself?"

Lmao now he's scared af.

"I-I No I didn't! I put it in the freezer like you told me too!" "Then why isn't it there? You're telling me that the freezer ate it itself?" "IDK!" "Yamaguchi Tadashi!" "BABE STOP CALLING ME BY MY FULL NAME YOU'RE SCARING ME"

Runs to the store to buy you more Ice cream, little did he know you were the one who ate it, but you were too tired to go out so you used this method to make him go out and buy some instead lol

↳Tsukishima

"Tsukishima Kei!"

You really think He's gonna fall for that? huh

HUH!

He can clearly see how you're carefully watching him to see his reaction. He knows you're up to smthn immediately.

MF ignores you until you call him by his pet name😭

"Tsukishima Kei!" "..." "Tsukishima!" "..." "...Kei?" "..." "Kei Baby?" "What is it?"

"You're no fun" "And you're so dumb" "Hey!" "What? It rhymes! Who's not fun now?"

Just don't play pranks on this guy he will make you regret🤧

↳Suna

Much to your surprise, he has TikTok. Playing pranks on this guy is never successful cuz he's 10 steps ahead of you. Always.

Like when he finds you saying & doing smthn that sounds familiar to him he's like "Oh it's that prank I saw yesterday! She thinks she can fool me? That's cute. Let me mess with her a little bit"

"Suna Rintarou!" "F/n L/n!" "Suna Rintarou this is a serious matter!" "I'm listening F/n L/n!" "Suna why are you doing this?" "I don't know what you're talking about, L/n" "RIN-"

He will be the one who wins in the end. Always.

You sometimes find it tough to hold yourself back from punching him, but you're in love with his punky ass so you have to deal with it.

↳Atsumu

Cute whiney baby T^T

IDK why I find him so adorable lmao

You don't even have to call him by his full name to upset him. Saying his first name instead of pet names is enough to damage his heart lmao

"Atsumu?"

The guy looks like he's been shot in the heart LMFAO

"Why are ya callin me Atsumu?🥺" "Um... I mean, that's your name, right?" "No! 'm not Atsumu! 'm baby! or Sweety! or Hubby! Who do ya think yer callin Atsumu?"

He won't talk to you unless you make it up to him by extra kisses & smooches cause I'm not kidding, THE GUY IS HURT.

↳Osamu

Now he's a bit different from his twin. He will get irritated at first, but as the mf he is, he is gonna make you regret.

"Miya?"

He literally stops whatever he's doing, raises his head to stare at you with a blank expression. Maybe you can sense a sharp dagger stabbing your heart lmao.

"Did ya just call me Miya?" "... I..."

Ngl he looks scary af. Though his expression is blank I AM TELLING YOU.

Goes back to his business with the blank expression meanwhile ignoring the fuck out of you for the whole night.

Will not back down unless you're on you're knees begging him to pay attention to you lol

"'Samu!" "What's that sound I'm hearing? Never mind" "SAMU PLEASE I'M REALLY SORRY-"

↳Bokuto

His reaction is the same as 'Tsumu's but a bit tenser lmao.

"Bokuto?"

His head that was on your chest suddenly raises for you to meet his puppy eyes.

"Suger Cube? Why are you calling me by my name? Did I do something?🥺🥺🥺🥺"

INSTANT REGRET LMAO

He's innocence is enough for you to feel bad and suffocate him in your arms T^T

"No Mwah* Baby Mwah* I'm sorry it was Mwah mwah* just a prank!"

Just cuddle your baby owl a bit more he deserves it T^T

↳Oikawa

This mf deserves it.

Fuck him up.

Make him cry.

Choke him. Kill him. Slap him-

Ahem. Where were we?

So yeah basically he's a jerk and he deserves all the pranks in the world lmfao

"Oi Shittykawa! Didn't I tell you to clean your room? Why is it still a mess?"

MF IS STUNNED AF LMAO

"BABE WHY DO YOU HAVE TO CALL ME THAT- sighs* Even my own S/o bullies me, what a cruel world indeed"

BITCH WHAT'S WITH THE FORMAL LANGUAGE

"Just shut up and do it already" "Babe you're so mean😪" "You deserve it YOU HANDSOME BASTARD-"

↳Iwaizumi

This guy is so good. So husband material. So hot. So much in shape. ANYWAYS-

He's surprised. Very surprised.

"Iwaizumi Hajime!"

Looks up from his phone immediately to meet your frustrated expression.

Frustrated by how hard you're trying to hold back your laugh.

"What is it honey?" "Did you forget to wash the dishes?" "No they're all done" "Then did you forget to take out the trash?" "Took it five hours ago" "Then what about... what about..."

Lmao now he gets what's going on.

A smirk appears on his face as he throws is phone on the couch and the next thing you know you're pinned to the cushions with him on top of you.

"What was that about? Are you trying to tease me or something?"

BRUH he looks so hot like this that you're literally unable to talk.

"I- W-Well... what if I am?"

Let's just say that you never dared to play pranks on him again🚶🏻‍♀️

↳Kenma

NOOOOOOOOO

Why you doing this to my cat boy lmao T^T

"Kozume?"

Pauses his game and turnes to look at you with a HUGE sulk on his face.

HE IS ANNOYED.

"Why did you-" "Kozume? Really?"

Lmao his pouty face makes you chuckle a bit

"That's your name isn't it?" "What happened to baby, sweetheart, love of my life..." "KENMA BABY I'M SORRY-"

God knows why he looks so cute when he's all sulky lmao

↳Kuroo

Lmao I can never bring myself to mess with him.

WHY IS GOJO'S VOICE PLAYING IN MY HEAD HELP-

Anyway he will get you back, and a thousand times harder.

It's like you called him by his full name once, and ever since then he keeps calling you by your last name lmao.

You come home after a long day? "Well look who it is! The one and only L/n!" "I FUCKING HATE YOU TETSURO-"

This doesn't stop when you're in public. Or in front of your parents.

When your mom's on the other line? "L/n it's your mom she wants to talk to you!"

When you're out with friends? "L/n would you be kind and pass the salt please?"

People keep asking if you got into a fight or smthn LMFAO

So yeah this will go on for a while until he gets tired of it or he hurts your feelings then he will apologize for BEING SUCH A DICK crossing the line a bit too much.

Interactions are appreciated! :)

[hoteltrivagoallday]

I'm here to save sad Y/n! I hope you enjoy it :)

Y/n sat in the bathroom, legs up on the toilet, trying not to cry. There wasn't much she could do, she didn't even get rejected after all.

No. She was too scared to do anything, and now she's dealing with the consequences. And boy were her thoughts reminding her of all that.

Two girls walked into the bathroom laughing.

"I mean, did you see her? Like wow he could do so much better."

There was a *bang* as something like a bag was set on the counter.

"Let me guess, someone like you?"

"Ok normally I would say yes, but I'd rather his brother."

"Oh my god. Of course you would."

"I'm serious! He's got this mysterious vibe about him that I love."

"You're so bad for him!"

"Oh, I know. I'm kicking myself in the ass for not asking him out."

Y/n sat there listening. It was easier to listen to a pointless conversation than cry. And besides, who doesn't like a little bit of girl drama?

Though she was wondering who they were talking about. Especially the girl at the beginning of the conversation. The only new couple she's heard of was Atsumu, but the girl he was dating was gorgeous.

She was everything Y/n wished she was.

There was a loud laugh that broke Y/n out of her thoughts.

"Did you see her face when Y/n walked away? She looked pissed!"

"And poor Atsumu looked like his life walked away. But it's his fault. I don't know why Y/n was so upset. It's his loss, not hers!"

Y/n froze. She forgot how fast drama traveled at this school. She was expecting it, but why were these girls defending her? Y/n was the one who was stupid for thinking someone like Atsumu would like her.

The girls were talking again, and this time Y/n made sure to tune in.

"Exactly! I've seen her around, but Atsumu has a glare that could freeze hell, so I never approached her! Although now I regret it."

"Same. I kinda wanna punch the other girl. Did you see how basic she looked?"

"Oh my god, I bet she goes on Pinterest everyday to look up "popular outfits"."

"And that shirt? C'mon! Have some style."

*Another laugh, then a door opens and shuts.*

"Hey bitches."

"Hey! We've been waiting for you! Ready to go?"

"Let's go!"

*The door opens again then shuts.* Y/n sits there in disbelief. Those girls were on her side? And what did they mean by Atsumu's look? There's no way she affected him that much. He barely looked at her, even when she almost started crying.

And she's just "an old friend". He wouldn't call her that if it wasn't true.

Her alarm rang before her thoughts could continue, signaling it was time to go home.

*TIME SKIP TO LUNCH THE NEXT DAY*

Yea, Y/n was back in the bathroom. On the same toilet. With the same misery.

But she can't get that conversation out of her head.

Maybe she should be a "boss bitch" as some people say, and approach Atsumu head on. Just admit her feelings, get rejected, and be done.

"Easier said than done", an annoying voice said in her head.

But it shouldn't be. They've known each other forever, know everything about one another, this should be easy!

She sighed. It definitely wasn't.

Y/n looked around. Getting rejected sounded better than locking herself in the bathroom though. It was gross in here, it smelled, and yea it was pretty lonely. She missed the Volleyball team. The loudness, the laughing, the smiles.

A flicker of anger went through her mind thinking back to the pitiful faces of the team. She may have been best friends with Atsumu, but she still considered them friends. Why didn't they warn her, or better yet back her up? Like Osamu. She texts him at least once a week! He could've said something, texted her a warning, anything.

But no, instead they let her make a fool of herself in front of the entire school.

That was enough to get her to walk to the cafeteria and slam her hand on the table in front of Atsumu. He glanced up in surprise.

Y/n glared down at him. "Can we talk?"

His "girlfriend" had the audacity to pipe up. "Sorry honey, is there anything you need? We're a little busy", she said while looking at her nails.

Y/n didn't even glace at her. "Oh shut your basic ass up. I wasn't talking to you." Y/n kinda felt bad, she wasn't used to being this up front with people. She was used to sticking to herself, letting Atsumu do the talking.

But the girl opened her mouth again, and Y/n let those feeling go up in flames. "Listen, Atsumu dropped you. Just move on. If you were important, I would at least know your name."

The table was now dead silent. Even Suna was watching, no phone in sight.

Y/n smirked at her. "I would rather people not know my name than girls calling me, and i quote, a "basic ass bitch who gets her clothing ideas from Pinterest". Because honestly? That's just lame." Y/n shook her head in embarrassment.

The girl's eyes widened. Kita looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't bring himself to. Suna now had a camera out.

Even Atsumu was chuckling quietly.

"Oh C'mon, we all know she's copying you. Look at her skirt. I KNOW I've seen you wear that." Y/n looked at Osamu in surprise. He just winked at her.

The whole table laughed. "I think I have a picture of it even!" Suna said before Kita glared at him. There was a sparkle of amusement in Kita's eyes though. Y/n joined in the laughing.

The girl sputtered. "Babe! Aren't you going to back me up?!"

Atsumu sighed. "Y/n, please stop."

Y/n looked back down at him. "No."

Atsumu looked back up in surprise. "What?"

Y/n stood up straight. "I said no. I'm done hiding in your shadow. I don't know why you decided to replace me, but I'm not going to let that get me down. Because you know what? I had a major crush on you, but now I'm seeing that it was pointless. All you care about is yourself and your image. You could never care about anyone else! So, fuck off and enjoy your new play thing." She flipped him off and the whole table erupted in cheers. Kita was trying not to laugh and was for once failing. Osamu and Suna were laughing so hard they had tears.

Atsumu on the other hand, looked like he got slapped. Or like his heart got broken. But before Y/n could let that worm of doubt in, she walked away.

And damn did she feel powerful.

As she walked out of the Cafeteria though, she bumped into someone. A big someone.

"OH, sorry I didn't mean to bump into you! I was distracted, sorry!" Y/n starting rambling, but was promptly cut off but a deep and very attractive voice.

"It's ok."

This made her look up, and maybe her face was red, because holy SHIT. This man was created by the gods themselves. Was this the man of her dreams? She just wished she could pull that mask off and see his whole face.

She squeaked another "Sorry!", not knowing what to say.

He chuckled lightly. "It's all good. No harm done. I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi."

Y/n got her thoughts in control just enough to say, "I'm Y/n L/n."

Sakusa smiled at her. "I'm here for a volleyball match, could you show me around so I don't get lost?"

Y/n, now calmed down fully, replied with an "Of course!", before taking his hand and leading him around.

Yea, Atsumu was the last thing on her mind.

"Now all of my friends are missing again" - Atsumu

Inspired by the song Tv by Billie Eilish

I'm very obsessed with this song rn and I wanted to write something inspired by it. The whole line is actually "Now all my friends are missing again, 'Cause that's what happens when you fall in love". I chose this line specifically cause it's my favorite line hehe :)

Characters: Bestfriend!Reader x Atsumu

Reader is forgotten by her best friend when he falls in love :/

Warnings: angst, neglect, no comfort

Soulmates

It wasn't a concept y/n really believed in. She wasn't into any of that sappy soulmates stuff. She believed that if you found the one then you found the one. Your soul wasn't bound to another, you just had to find the right person. Though her beliefs were quickly thrown to the side once she met Atsumu. She thought herself silly once she heard his laugh for the first time. She thought herself pathetic when she had first seen his smile. She thought herself stupid when he first touched her, 'cause lord knows she died on the inside. God, she instantly felt a flutter of happiness consume her whenever he was present. Some higher power must've been playing a sick joke on her, because once she met Atsumu "Soulmate" was the first thing she thought of. She could just feel it. Her heart thumping out of her chest, her face redder than ever, and her voice so shaky she could barely get a proper sentence out without stuttering. Atsumu thought it was just normal. Y/n being so skittish. From day one she had been this way. If only he knew.

Y/n and Atsumu would hang out all the time. They'd have movie nights every Friday. They'd build small pillow forts and play fight in the lounge, having to clean up spilled food later.

She'd visit him during volleyball practice. She always brought small baked treats for the team that her and Tsumu had made the night before.

He'd walk her home from school everyday and they'd sleep over at each others houses. They'd fall asleep on each other, tangled up in blankets with their heads so close together anyone who walked in would think they were together. In fac, everyone thought it was weird that they weren't dating already. They were so close. But alas, they were just friends. Much to y/n's dismay. She loved this man, in more ways than "just a friend" should.

So you could imagine how heartbroken she felt when one day he just disappeared. Not in literal sense, he just stopped talking to her. Something was up and she didn't know what. She was concerned for her friend. Was he okay? did something happen? At first she assumed he was just busy. With volleyball tournaments coming up and all. But even when he was free, she'd never see him. She'd ask to hang out, only to be met with a simple "I'm busy rn, sorry"

This went on for weeks. She'd text, he wouldn't reply. She'd visit him, he was never home. She thought she had done something wrong, it tore her up inside thinking of all the possibly ways that she may have hurt the one person she actually cared for. "What did I do?". Maybe she said something? Maybe she forgot his birthday? No that's not until October. She blamed her self constantly until one day, she finally got her answer.

On her way out of school, she bumped into the volleyball team. They were a nice group of people, she used to love interacting with them when she visited Atsumu. They'd greet her with big smiles and a loud shout of her name. It made her day, aside from seeing Atsumu. But today, she was met with pitiful frowns and sad smiles. Were they for her? What happened?

They walked past her whispering small hellos before leaving to practice. Through the small crowd of players she could see a head of golden hair. A smile found its way onto her face "Atsumu!" she yelled hoping to grab his attention and finally speak to him. But as she got closer, she could see him holding someone's hand. The smile on her face slowly faded away. Who was this? A perfectly manicured had clutched his in the way that she always wanted. A head of long dark hair rested on his shoulder like she had always wished hers would. Y/n finally understood his lack of presence in her life. He was with another girl. But she wasn't even "another girl" because all y/n was to Atsumu was a friend.

She was finally face to face with Atsumu. She'd thought this moment would be more joyous, but all she felt was confusion, betrayal and heartbreak. She held back her tears and stood up straight. "Atsumu?" He looked down at her, and his smile faded. Ouch. Y/n winced and averted her eyes from his, because she knew if she looked him in the eyes, she'd lose herself completely. "oh um hey y/n...how have you been?" he spoke with such disinterest, it made her feel so small. Why was he like this? "Um, I- I'm good, a-and -you?" Y/n held her hands in front of her. She played with her fingers anxiously. Before she wanted nothing more than to see him, but now all she wanted to do was leave. "Um I've been good. yeah" y/n nodded her head slowly in response and stood in silence before the girl standing next to him spoke "Um who's this, Tsumie?" Tsumie? "Oh um no one important babe, just an old friend" No one important? Just an old friend? Y/n could feel her heart shatter.

Did she really mean that little?

THE END

Sorry for any grammar mistakes, and my horrible writing over all. I was cringing the whole time and decided that I didn't want to continue, so there will be no comfort. Just sad y/n :/

[neoheros]

sometimes, atsumu finds himself regretting not going to college.

it's only for small, short periods of time though. nothing much to mull over if he's really talking about it, but sometimes, moreso, in this case, right now, he finds himself a little more immersed in the thought than usual.

the decision to not go to college is completely his, no one forced him into it. it's all completely on him.

"and the professor just kept going on and on about how this was such a missed opportunity for a better tagline, and i wanted to say that i agree with him, but sir, your pants are falling down."

it’s a thursday morning, and usually he’d find himself very busy at the gym working on some of the reps his coaches told him to brush up on, but it’s his free day today, and what better way to spend that than visit you at your college?

your arm’s linked with him in a casual manner, like it’s something the two of you have done for forever, and he stops walking only when you stop walking.

"are you listening?" you pause your story to ask, the cup of coffee in your hand easily matching the one in his own.

"hm?" atsumu smiles as he looks at you, "no."

you nudge his side, "i resent that. i'm a very good story-teller."

a second passes in the air.

walking around campus like this, enjoying your free time with each other, it’s just something that you’ve been wishing for a lot lately.

it always feels like you’ve been missing each other so much, and now that he’s finally here, with you, it still feels like something is plotting to happen.

"hey," you stop walking, looking at him briefly as you do, "you still didn't tell me why you're here."

you love his unannounced visits, you love him waiting outside your classroom because he just happens to know your schedule, with your favorite coffee in his hand as he tells you how he wanted to surprise you.

atsumu looks at you, "i wanted to visit."

and you raise a brow, teasing, "because we already don't see each other at all at our house that we share and go home to everyday?"

"yes, exactly." he rolls his eyes, his grin playing free on his lips, "plus my mom called cause she knew i had a free day today and i needed a valid reason to not tell her that samu and i are in a fight."

( osamu asked atsumu to housesit for him the other day and apparently, atsumu never agreed to it, but osamu was under the impression that he was.

long story short; osamu came home to a very messy house and his plants on the brink of dehydration.

they’ve been ignoring each other for days, but osamu still sends you onigiri every sunday with a note “if you share even a bite with tsumu, i’ll know and the onigiri will stop coming.”)

"so instead of telling your mom you can't go to samu's today because the two of you are still in a childish fight that could really easily be resolved by someone saying "sorry", you chose to spend your one free day all week at my college campus."

your tone is questioning, but the laughter rising from your throat breaks your expression.

"yes." atsumu answers straight up, turning to you briefly with a teasing grin, "and i love hearing you talk about your professor and his weird pants."

of course, he was listening.

"hey, miya!"

the reply you had dies in your throat as you’re both interrupted.

your head turning slightly upwards to see who it is that called, and you only really half recognize the girl who approached you two as one of your classmates.

"hey." you give her a polite smile.

and there’s a way atsumu wants to kick his feet at the thought of you being so accustomed to his name.

"i sit behind you in modern literature," the girl smiles nervously as she looks at you, "and i was wondering if i could borrow your notes on it from last week?"

you nod, your eyes crinkling as you reply, "yeah, for sure."

and without even you having to ask, atsumu hands you your backpack, standing in the sidelines as lets you look for those notes.

your classmate takes a good look at the two of you, between the matching cups of coffee in your hands and the fact that he was just holding your things just now, it’s not hard to realize that the two of you may be … involved.

"who’s this?" she asks you, pointing slightly at atsumu as she tries her best to stay polite.

"my hu–"

"boyfriend." atsumu answers, ignoring you as you look at him with narrowing eyes.

what is he up to?

"oh, sorry, did i interrupt you guys?" she asks, her expression falling even further.

"you're fine." atsumu smiles, "we were just walking around."

"i don't think i know you," she tells him, the politeness in her voice evident, "do you go here too?"

"oh, he –"

"yeah!" atsumu cuts you off, his words laced with laughter, "i sit at the very back of the class so that's probably why we don’t know each other."

that wasn’t the response you were expecting him to give.

your classmate looks at him, "oh, you share modern literature with us?"

you finally look up, your smile conniving, "he does."

and atsumu’s eyes crinkle even further as he nods, "i do."

you hand her the notes you’ve finally gotten out of your bag, one that she’s more than happy to take with a vigorous amount of "thank you"s.

"i'm sorry, i feel like such a jerk right now for not knowing your name." she looks at atsumu, eyebrows quirking together as apologizes.

oh, this poor girl.

"miya." he tells her, proudly smiling as he does so, "it’s miya atsumu."

"you’re both miya? are you guys related?" she asks, and she kind of feels weird asking that seeing as just a few seconds ago she was absolutely sure that the two of you were dating.

you blink, and you look at atsumu to answer for the both of you.

"no." atsumu answers, and for a second he shoots you an assuring look, "it's uh... just a coincidence."

"yeah," you nod, trying your best not to laugh, "it’s weird, people tease us about it all the time."

atsumu adds, "it’s actually like we’re already married."

and you elbow him lightly in the side as you try not to laugh.

"well hey, since you're in modern literature too then, can i get your notes on it as well?" she asks atsumu, and you’re grateful that she doesn’t say anything about how weird the two of you are being right now.

she shrugs, "i need all the help i can get."

you slightly tilt your head to look at atsumu, biting in your inner cheek to anticipate how he talks himself out of this one.

he doesn't spare a second to give you a reassuring glance, instead, he shakes his head apologizingly, his hand immediately touching the back of his neck as he laughs.

atsumu's smile stays polite, "i would, but i was completely thrown off the entire lesson, i forgot to take my own notes."

you raise a brow.

"i was so distracted the entire class — which is a shame cause it's usually so good, — but when our professor started talking about taglines and how they could be so much better, i wanted to agree with him so bad, but," and he trails off in suspense, a teasing glint in his eye as he looks at your classmate.

atsumu is way too good at this.

thankfully, she gets what he's trying to say, a rise of laughter coming up into her expression as she nods vigorously, "you noticed that too, huh!"

"it was so embarrassing," she shakes her head, "i didn't know where to look."

and atsumu nods slowly, "me too. he needs to get pants that fit him."

she eventually thanks the both of you, apologizing once again for interrupting your walk, and telling you, extremely teasingly that “you two look good together.”

and she’s off.

she runs back to her group of friends with your notes in her hands, and you think about what kind of explanation to give her the next time you share modern literature and your so-called “boyfriend” isn’t there to share it with you.

you and atsumu are back to walking around.

"you stole my professor + pants anecdote." you scoff, your arm linking with him out of instinct.

"i told the story better than you did." atsumu says, his tone convinced.

"now, you're openly lying to me?" you scoff harder, staring him down with narrowing eyes, "you’re a thief and a liar."

the bell rings and everyone around the two of you rushes to their respective classrooms, walking and jogging as their break’s finally came to an end.

some people look annoyed, others not so much, but if atsumu noticed one thing everytime he came to visit you, it’s that everyone — everyone in the campus — has always had an agenda they had to keep up with.

"college is fun." he tells you, smiling as he notices that the more the two of you walk the less people there is around.

you look at him, "yeah, you totally blend in here."

"i do?" he asks you, a smile lacing his tone.

you shrug, "well, you are here all the time."

"i’m not," atsumu scoffs, and he laughs, "i’m here … maybe half the time."

your arm falls from his as the two of you stop linking it together, this time his hand holding onto yours tightly as you let it sway in between the both of you.

"that’s okay," you smile, "i like you here."

"you just want someone to carry your books for ya." atsumu rolls his eyes, and you laugh, because he’s never let you carry your own books ever.

not even back in high school. if miya atsumu was around, everywhere you went, no matter if his arms were already full, you were not carrying your own things.

"don’t think i don’t see how people turn their heads to look at you when you’re here." you nudge his side, sighing dramatically as you fake a frown, "i hate being married to someone hot."

"excuse me?" atsumu practically scoffs as he looks at you, his eyes crinkling as he tease, "and you think i don’t notice all the people who turn their heads to look at you when you visit me?"

the edges of your lip tug upwards, but you refuse to give him the satisfaction.

atsumu stares you down, his toothy grin wide and giddy as he tells you, "i hate being married to someone hot."

"stealing my lines too now, huh, miya?" you roll your eyes, pushing past him to avoid him having to see the relenting smile on your face.

but that doesn’t really work either because he always easily catches up to you anyway.

he’s laughing, "well - miya - what the hell happened to all that ‘what’s mine is yours’ stuff you said in your vows?"

you walk faster.

atsumu takes your hand before you can fully leave him in the dust, laughing as he does so, he watches as you don’t resist into his touch.

he regrets not going to college. but he knows that if he did, he wouldn’t be where he is right now, and he’s pretty sure that he would regret that more.

there’s no one around, and he can’t say how many times he’s thanked the deities for that.

"miya." he says, and it feels weird, because it’s his name but he’s talking to you.

your eyes crinkle lightly as you smile, greatly appreciating his arms right now.

"i have a boyfriend, he’s in class right now so i don’t think he’ll appreciate us being this close." you smile, and atsumu laughs.

he shrugs, "i heard he steals your pants + professor anecdotes."

"yes," you try not to smile so much, "and he’s also always late, has the messiest hand-writing, and falls asleep on top of me."

"okay, now you’re just listing all my amazing quirks."

"you can’t keep falling asleep on top of me, tsumu, my back is so sore."

"i don’t recall ever sleeping on top of you therefore it must not be real."

the apparent november air, the cups of coffee on the ground that you’re both probably gonna end up forgetting — it’s all a bit cheesy.

but as much as atsumu regrets not following through with the whole college deal, he knows he won’t regret it as much as not having had married you.

your face is close to his, "my boyfriend–"

"he sounds amazing, i know." atsumu grins, but his nose touches yours anyways.

there’s no one around.

and so he kisses you.

he kisses you many times, a lot in the interval of one deep kiss, pulling away every time his lips touches yours to tease and peck and have you laughing.

but when he pulls back for the last time, and he just stares at you to stare at you, he kisses you with a lazy smile on his face, but kisses you as deep as he can.

"i hope your boyfriend doesn’t mind i did that."

[skiyoosmi]

if fate permits

⤷ chapter twenty six: spotlight

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It was no surprise to people who always saw Atsumu that his eyes were constantly filled with a glitter that just managed to shine regardless of whether it was day or night. Volleyball, volleyball, and volleyball - perhaps, if you take time to ask these people what they think is the reason for that glitter, that would be their only answer. To those who truly knew him though, their answer might just be a tad bit different. Sakusa YN - from the moment he met you up to the present, a certain gleam seems to appear whenever you are the center of the topic. At least, that’s what Osamu has observed.

Kiyoomi concluded it’s just him unconsciously being a hopeless romantic for you. The grey haired lad remembers him saying it was pathetic, as always. But then again, he couldn’t deny the truth behind your brother’s words.

That said, he also knows that no one would have expected the same set of bright eyes to dull its sparkle. Unfortunately for the two of them (or three if you count Kiyoomi based on how often he visits the two of them now), you managed to take it away from him. There in the couch where you once sat during movie nights laid Atsumu, staring at the endless nothing, tears occasionally welling up his eyes as he remembers you, the way you looked at him as strangers do - empty, loveless, cautious.

It was karma. No matter how many times he tries to repeat it himself, it just doesn’t ease the thorns that prick his heart every millisecond that passes and every time, he just feels so sorry because he knows you felt the same pain before. How have you managed to get through it for more than twenty years? He has no idea because he sure as hell won’t be able to last one more day with it. Still, he can’t do anything but sit, mull over his self-sabotaged fate.

As he drowns himself deeper into his misery, a series of vigorous knocks disturb the twins’ “peace.” Osamu furrows his eyebrows together, a sense of oddness and urgency coming to him because Kiyoomi doesn’t knock that way - even when it comes to announcing his presence, your brother tries to be as prim and respectful as possible, knocking only thrice before waiting for the door to be opened, another three when he thinks no one heard him from the inside. Hence why the continuous knocks annoyed the grey haired.

Still, he begrudgingly sauntered towards the door and opened it, mouth ready to scold the person in front of him but he got beaten to it, “Where’s Atsumu?”

In her usual get up, Yui stood, a very much obvious fake smile plastered on her face and Osamu wanted nothing but to grab her hair and drag her to the deepest parts of hell for making you suffer (no one gets to do that except for him, he’s the only one who has the ‘drinking buddy and best friend’ privilege’).

Mentally, he took a deep breath before mustering the most sincere smile he can give her (it’s strained and forced, he knows it deep down), “Hello, Yui-san. I don’t think today’s the best day to-”

Before he could finish his sentence, Yui shoved past him and walked inside the house, acting as if she owned it. Osamu watched her trudge her way towards the living room in disbelief, fists clenching so hard it was painful already. Oh dear lord, please… just for today, let me strangle this woman… I’m willing to spend the rest of my life in jail if it means I get to do that for YN.

“Atsumu-kun!” She squeals upon seeing the blonde, ungracefully throwing her whole body to him, much to his shock (and annoyance).

“Y-Yui? What the fuck?” He shoves her away from him and backs up, creating a space which makes Osamu cheer quietly and form a devilish smile. Obviously not expecting the unappreciated response to her actions, she huffs, “You didn’t have to push me that hard, jerk Atsumu! That hurt me!”

“Yui-san…” Atsumu sighed exasperatedly, “I’m not in the mood, okay? Just… just leave, please?”

Yui’s smile disappears from her face and soon, an angry expression replaces it, “You’re such an ungrateful asshole, Miya. I’m busy and here I am, making time for you and you’re telling me to leave? Me?! THE Yui you wanted so much before? How dare y-”

“I didn’t ask you to come here, didn’t I? Just fucking read the room, Yui. I don’t like you here, not right now, not ever. I’m sorry but whatever I thought before, I was wrong. So just fucking leave,” he spat, patience running dry because all he wanted was sulk his life away in the couch.

As if finally being enlightened by the current situation, Yui begins to laugh, “Oh. my. god. Did she finally tell you? Wait… did she actually cut your thread? That’s why you look so miserable right now?”

Atsumu stands up from the couch, disbelief all over his face, “You knew?!”

The girl continues to holler her ugly laugh, “Ah, so hilarious! Of fucking course, Atsumu! One look at her pathetic face and I knew. Hell, I didn’t even need a Moira to figure it out. It was so fun, acting all sweet with the clueless you… and there she is, on the verge of tears every time!”

She wipes the fake tears away from her eyes, “But I guess she got tired too. I mean… you’re just so dumb, Atsumu. So hopeless and so easy to play with,” her fingers trace his jawline, rolling her eyes and snickering when he slapped it away from him.

“Now that I think about it again, you two shouldn’t have played Cinderella. You fit more into the criteria of Sleeping Beauty… you’re like Aurora, was it? But like, without the cure of a kiss because you ruined your true love! That’s my curse for you!”

The blonde grits his teeth, tears uncontrollably falling down his cheeks despite his desperation to stop them. Yui sees it and lets out a fake coo, “Aww, look at you, crying. You must be feeling so guilty, huh? It’s okay, I’m here… I can be the princess you’ve always wanted. You just have to behave like the foolish little prince you are.”

Osamu curses, taking a step forward to drag the girl out of their home but a voice stops him from doing so, “Is it fun? Playing with people’s fates like toys?”

Yui and Atsumu whip their head towards the source of the voice and Osamu is filled with relief upon seeing your brother standing, an unamused look on his face. Clearly liking the attention she was getting, Yui replies, “Ooh, what are you all? Avengers for YN? Protection squad or something? But to answer your question, yes! I’m enjoying it very much… but that doesn’t concern you, does it, Sakusa-kun?”

Kiyoomi paused for a second, removing his shoes and leaving them by the door, walking nearer the two, not too close but just enough to show her his height and intimidate her somehow, “You’re right, it doesn’t. If anything, I’m glad it’s all over now so my sister doesn’t have to suffer in between your acts of foolishness. But for some reason,” he trails off, looking down at her and throwing a look of disgust, “I pity you - because your fate is just as fucked up as theirs - your soulmate doesn’t remember you too and looking at you right now, something is telling me that you regret it too… because you have no one left. No Iwaizumi, no Atsumu.”

Judging by the way she glared at him, Kiyoomi feels a sense of accomplishment for hitting right on the nail.

“You-!”

“How unfortunate, Yui-san… the spotlight is not on you anymore.”

Silence filled the house right after Yui rapidly walked out of the house, a string of curses for your brother flowing out of her mouth. But Kiyoomi couldn’t care any less; instead, he turns to Atsumu who was already looking at him in awe before snapping off his thoughts and mumbling, “Omi… uhm… thank you.”

“I didn’t do it for you,” is the only thing he replies, “I won’t do anything for you...”

Atsumu swallows harshly, the bitter truth making it hard for him to do so, “Right.”

“... at least not anymore after this one,” he finishes, handing the blonde some neatly folded documents. Osamu smiles from where he stood, side-leaning against the doorway leading to the kitchen, as if he already had an idea what the papers were for. His twin’s eyes scan them and as if by a miracle, a familiar glitter appears in them, accompanied by a hopeful expression as he lifts his head and looks at your brother.

“Omi, this…”

“Be ready in three months. I hope you’re not scared of riding planes.”

note. i'm so sorry for the very very long gap between these updates T_T i swear i'll try to update more frequently now, at least school's being less of an ass these days (don't say sike pls)

[atsumwah]

music was softly blaring through yachi's bluetooth speaker in the living room as you made your way towards her little balcony. it was almost midnight now but due to being around your friends, it didn't feel like time had moved at all. 

looking back towards the living room through the glass door, you could see osamu slowly dozing off with a bowl of popcorn in his arms. yachi was already asleep along with hinata and you're pretty sure suna was scrolling through his phone.

the cold breeze made you breathe in the dewey air, huffing it slowly as you stared out into the night sky. it seemed like you just got here and now you're gonna leave soon. that's the worst part of visiting. 

the sound of the door opening caught your attention and you're surprised to see atsumu standing there. 

"mind if I join you?" 

you shook your head. "got an extra seat with your name on it." 

atsumu shot a smile before settling himself beside you. 

this is it, this could be your chance.

"any plans for when we get home?" he asked. 

"catch up with school work, maybe annoy you guys when i have the chance too." you answered, earning a chuckle from the blonde. 

"you could never annoy me but I look forward to the days you bother us." 

you know you shouldn't take what he says to heart — he's a tease, you're well aware of that — but sometimes he says things that just make your heart flip. 

"maybe I could ask samu to teach me some recipes when we have the time. maybe I'll drop by to see you too, "you nudged him on the shoulder, "unless you're off somewhere practicing again. which, I think you will given the time you have."

he looked offended but ended up nodding along with your words. "okay fine, you have a point." 

you couldn't help but let out a laugh. "relax, it's really admirable. I mean it." 

a smile slowly crept on his face. "you'd be the first to say that. well, aside from the team that is." 

"does your, uh, crush not think so?" you tried, testing the waters. 

atsumu blushed and looked away. "she… thinks the same too. I know for a fact she does." 

you gave a smile in response, though it didn't really reach your heart. it's now or never. 

"hey, can I tell you something?" 

"shoot." he said, still looking ahead. when he felt your eyes on him, still not saying anything, he turned to give you his full attention. "what's wrong?" 

"promise me you won't hate me or anything. and if it makes it weird between us, you'd tell me. don't spare my feelings, okay?" 

"why would — "

"please? promise me." 

his eyes softened at your gentle tone and nodded. "I promise." 

you took a deep breath before you spoke, closing your eyes so it'd be a tad easier. "I like you. I really like you and I have for a while." 

you opened your eyes to see atsumu looking at you almost confused? 

"I just, I need to tell you," you continued on, " because the more I keep it in the more I… I like you. and I know you like someone else and that's fine, really! I just wanted to tell you before I regret keeping it to myself any longer." you bit your lip, your heartbeat quickening by the second. "so yeah." 

the blonde blinked comically, almost as if he didn't hear you right. "you like me?" 

"I do." 

"like, as in, more than a friend." 

"yeah, " you swallowed the lump in your throat, "as in more than a friend. I get it's a lot to take in — or maybe not, i don't know honestly. but if it weird you out or anything —" 

"whoa wait, I'm not weirded out or anything."

"tsumu, don't spare my feelings. you can say it." 

"I promise, I'm not." he shuffled closer so he was directly in front of you, "I'm happy. thrilled even." 

it was your turn to blink. "what?" 

instead of saying anything, he cupped your cheeks and leaned in closer. "hit me if you're uncomfortable." 

"I'm not gonna hit you, " you bit the side of your cheek, "and I'm far from uncomfortable"

the blonde smiled before he pressed his lips to yours, making you reach for the collar of his shirt to pull him in closer. his free hand wandered to your waist, holding you close to him as he savoured the taste of you. 

warmth was what you felt being here with him despite being outside without any other layers on save for your pajamas. but that was it — he always made you feel warm, fuzzy, safe even and the more you felt it coursing through you, the more you surge on his lips, wanting this feeling to never end. 

you pulled away first — curse the need for oxygen — but still stayed close to him with a smile on your face. 

"so all this time, you were talking about me?" 

"yeah," he chuckled, "it was always you." 

you matched his grin and pecked his lips once more, making him turn red at the little gesture. 

his smile faltered as something caught the side of his eye and you followed his gaze, mirroring the same expression he has on too. 

"rin…" 

suna stood by the door, hand frozen midair as if he wanted to open it. when he realized that both of your attention was on him, he backed away and began — running? 

"rin!"

33. at last (?)

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[sirenascales]

-> double black [part six] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

The case is concluded and Chuuya collects his prize. [Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai]

3,461 words

warning: mentions of violence, murder, nsfw, smut, slight voyeurism

note: so i lied, there is one more part, which will be nothing but smut so be excited for that hehe

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My ability is called Hell Hath No Fury and it gives me the ability to make a perfect clone of myself that is fueled by the anger, rage, pain and despair that dwells inside of me, and has been inside of me since I was small. The anger isn't something that's just there, I've been through a lot of things in my life that left my weary soul full of the negative emotions that powers my clone. I don't particularly like using my clone, as she could be quite scary. Like anger and hatred, she could be very hard to control sometimes.

"She is quite scary, huh?" Dazai hummed, voice full of humor as I told him about my ability, us now back at the ADA. I sat at my desk, shoulders slumped. "Took me by surprise~"

I laughed softly at him, shaking my head as I read the official report that was written at the conclusion of the Taichi investigation. There was an unreadable look on my face as I read through the text, Dazai swaying his chair from side to side beside me.

"It says that Taichi was killed by the drug dealer..." I repeated, grimacing as I recalled Chuuya shooting the same man right in his head. "I don't... know how to feel about this."

I was the one who killed Taichi, yet here I was, sitting at my desk in the ADA office with no consequences coming my way. Further reports say that the drug dealer soon met his own demise due to the retribution from the Port Mafia, which wasn't an exact lie.

"Just go along with it, Bella. The only ones who know the truth are-"

"I can't believe you would do something so... incredibly stupid." I winced as soon as Kunikida started barreling down on me, sighing as he continued to lecture me.

Of course, we had to tell Fukuzawa, as well as the rest of the core members of the ADA what happened. It was only fair, considering we had to make sure the story was solid. It was rather nerve wracking to say the least, and in total me fashion, I had cried right in front of the President.

I thought I would get fired, but all I got was a week's suspension. "Get some rest," Fukuzawa said to me, leaning back in his chair. "You're going to need it." I nodded my head, standing up and bowing to him quickly before I left his office.

"I guess I'll see you guys soon," I said to the others, holding my bag full of belongings in my hands. I gave them all one last wave before walking out of the office, aware of Dazai following behind me. As always, I chose to walk down the stairs, only going down two flights before I turned on my heel, dropping my bag and wrapping my arms tight around the taller man.

"Oof," Dazai gasped out before he wrapped his arms around me, chuckling a bit as he gave me a squeeze. "It's not like you'll be gone forever."

I sighed, keeping my face pressed against his chest. "I know. I think all the adrenaline from... everything finally left and now I honestly feel like shit. I'm so tired, Osamu."

"... would you like me to come with you?" Dazai asked and I shook my head, giving him a playful, scolding look.

"You need to finish that report, you lazy bastard," I replied, Dazai already whining and I rolled my eyes. "Call me later?"

Dazai stopped whining, gently cupping my face with his hand. He leaned in and kissed me, stealing my breath away as he always had. He smirked at my flushed face, stepping back. "Yeah. Now go."

I left him by the stairs, making my way back to my apartment. Now that I had a week off, I wasn't sure what I should do. I guess doing was Fukuzawa said and just resting would be a good thing, seeing as I was tired, both physically and emotionally.

But even as I try to sleep, I find myself tossing and turning, waking up every hour. I slumped on my back, letting out a frustrated breath as I stared at the ceiling.

"You know, bella... you're disrupting my beauty sleep," Dazai spoke from beside me and I rolled my eyes, huffing out a breath. Dazai chuckled softly, laying one arm under his head while the other rested over his tummy. "This will pass in time."

I sighed softly. "It's weird... I don't regret it."

"But you still took a life."

"Did you feel this way when you first killed someone?"

"... I honestly don't remember. When you're surrounded by nothing but darkness and carnage for a long time, stuff like that is nothing to be concerned about."

I frowned. "When you were in the Port Mafia... you were partners with Chuuya, right?"

"Like I said, we were the best~" Dazai sang and I smiled softly.

"Just imagining the two of you fighting together is kinda scary..."

"Well, when you have someone like Chuuya and the youngest executive in Port Mafia history, yeah, we were pretty scary!"

I choked. "You were an executive?!" I exclaimed in shock. I thought about Chuuya, and how he worked alongside the Leader of the Port Mafia himself. Dazai was that powerful? And with someone like Chuuya...?

"That's..."

"Terrifying?"

"Hot."

Dazai sputtered, bursting out into a fit of laughter. "You like dangerous men?"

I grinned widely, finally turning to cuddle against him. "Blame it on the daddy issues," I answered, making him snort. "Why did you leave?"

"You should try to get some sleep," Dazai replied, changing the subject and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Yeah, though I won't be surprised if I can't," I mumbled unhappily, shifting a bit to get comfortable. I closed my eyes, hearing Dazai chuckled softly as I started to doze off.

Unsurprisingly, I slept like shit that night, my eyes were sore, the bags under my eyes puffy and dark. I groaned, waving Dazai goodbye tiredly as he left in the morning, heading to work after I scolded him for trying to sleep in and skip work.

The door closed behind him and I let myself fall back on my couch, just staring into nothing for a while before I grabbed my phone, pressing on Keiko's contact and calling her. She didn't answer.

After pressing the button on the side of her phone to end the incoming call, Keiko sighed nervously as she approached the man sitting in the desk before her, hands shaking as she placed down a large, thick envelope.

"Here you go. That's all of it," she said softly, quickly withdrawing her hands away and clasping them together against her chest.

Chuuya watched her carefully, noticing just how scared and timid Keiko was acting, and he honestly didn't blame her, not after what she's been through, and especially how Taichi continued to throw her under the bus, even after his death.

"I swear... I had nothing to do with what he was doing..." her voice trembled and Chuuya sighed deeply. He dug into his drawer, producing a cigarette for both himself and Keiko. She allowed him to light hers for her and there was a silence as they each took a drag.

"I believe you," Chuuya started, leaning back in his seat. "He used your name to open that offshore account and the safety deposit box, making sure not to have this all trail back to him." Keiko hung her head and Chuuya thought back to when he first saw her. She was way more outgoing and cheerful, and admittingly had a very sensual, attractive aura that even he himself would be into if she hadn't been with Taichi.

It was a shame to see that all gone, all because of one coward. It pissed Chuuya off immensely. She was essentially betrayed by someone she trusted, and Chuuya could relate to that all too well.

"But, everything is finally coming to a close with all the money Taichi stole from us coming back. Don't worry, Keiko, our investigation makes it more than clear that you are innocent in this. You have nothing to worry about," Chuuya said, but Keiko still looked troubled. She said my name softly and he looked at her questionably.

"What about her...?" she asked softly. "Is she clear?"

"You did see the official report, right?" Chuuya replied in turn, taking another drag from his cigarette. Keiko nodded silently. "It wasn't that hard to form the story. There was at least some truth to it. The drug dealer was as good as dead... as well as Taichi. She just beat us to it. We can let this slide."

Keiko sighed in relief, taking another drag from her own cigarette. "That's a relief... I was worried about what would happen to her."

"Nothing," Chuuya answered. "And we will be keeping an eye on her for a while too."

Keiko nodded in understanding. "I'm still worried about her, though. She's been having a hard time sleeping and I'm sure it's just... everything finally getting to her..." Keiko sighed deeply, rubbing her eyebrows. "But I don't know what to do... she's in this mess because of me, I wanna help her but I don't even know how to help myself!"

"And that should be your main focus right now," Chuuya spoke, crossing his arms over his chest. "Don't worry about her. I'll take care of her."

"But why?" Keiko questioned. "It's not like you care about her. Or love her."

Chuuya rolled his eyes. "There's no love there, but she's... fun."

Keiko snorted at that. "She's not one for love and relationships. I guess that's why she's involved with you, and Dazai. There's a mutual understanding there, and I guess if it works for you guys, then it's okay. But-"

Chuuya quirked an eyebrow. "But?"

"She's still sensitive. She wears her heart on her sleeve, so even if there really is no love here, I'm sure she still cares for you guys. That's just how she is. So I ask... just don't hurt her. That's all. If it all ends... just make sure she doesn't get hurt." Keiko clenched her fists. "I don't know what I'll do to you if she does."

Chuuya just stared at her, pleasantly surprised. He let out a short laugh. "Are you threatening me?"

"Yes."

Chuuya grinned, laughing again as he shook his head. The loyalty in this friendship was honestly a sight to see. It was refreshing. "I don't usually respond well to threats, so I'll let this slide. You've done all you can do, so you can head on home if you want. If you're lucky, we won't see each other again."

"Well, if you're still seeing my best friend, we probably will," Keiko said, standing up, feeling a little less nervous. "Goodbye, Chuuya. Stay safe out there."

Chuuya nodded. "I hope you can heal and become your old self again. It's sad to not see that pretty smile on your face."

Keiko blushed brightly. "Shameless flirt," she shot at him playfully, turning away from him to leave. Chuuya laughed loudly from his desk.

"So, are you okay now?" I asked Keiko over the phone, her telling me about her meeting with Chuuya. She first apologized for ignoring my call, but it didn't bother me that much. I was only glad that she was doing okay.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Gonna spend the rest of the day home and figure out what to do."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well... I'm thinking of going away for a while. Maybe for six months... just to heal and find myself again."

"Six months?! What about your job?"

"I quit. I want to start my life over again, but I love Yokohama, so I figured... I can get another job when I come back! I'm gonna sell my condo too!"

I was stunned. "I... but where do you plan on even going?!"

"Hm... maybe Europe? I'm not sure yet. Are you... okay with me leaving?"

"Of course! I support you with everything you do in your life. I just want you to be safe and okay..."

"I'm glad. I'm pretty determined, but don't worry! I will always come home!"

Keiko and I talked for a while after that, a smile on my face as we ended the call. I was happy to see that Keiko was trying to turn her life around, proud of her for being so strong. It was rather inspiring, and helped me to gain my own strength to get my shit together as well.

The day went on, and I was in the kitchen making an early dinner when there was a knock on my door. I was annoyed, thinking it was Dazai flaking out on work again, but as I opened my door, I was surprised to see a certain red head at my door.

"Chuuya?"

"Wow. You look like shit."

I rolled my eyes and scoffed, turning and walking back into my kitchen, Chuuya following behind me.

"Gee, thanks."

"What are you doing?"

"Cooking an early dinner. You want some?"

"Yeah, sure."

It wasn't long until Chuuya and I sat across from each other, chowing down on some food and filling our bellies.

"So, what's up?" I asked him, drinking some water. Chuuya was still stuffing his face, almost choking at one point before he downed his glass of water to save himself.

"Well," Chuuya coughed. "I came here to collect my prize."

I blinked. "Your prize? What are- oh," I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. That stupid race Dazai proposed. Chuuya was the one who figured it all out first, and I was the prize for the lucky winner. "So, you wanna have sex later then? I'm cool with that."

Chuuya scoffed and crossed his arms over his chest. "No. Well, yes, but no. Not yet. I'm taking you somewhere."

I raised my eyebrows. "Where?"

"Shut up and don't worry about it. You'll see when you get there."

I narrowed my eyes at him, just wondering what the fuck he was up to. What could it possibly be that he wouldn't tell me what his plan was? It was rather suspicious and I began to grow wary.

But we finished eating and Chuuya didn't even give me a chance to pack before he dragged me out of my apartment. I managed to get my keys, phone and purse, and I gave him the stink eye the entire time I was stuck in the backseat of a fancy car with him.

"Are you having me killed?"

"I will if you don't shut up."

I scoffed, crossing my arms over my chest as Chuuya took me to my supposed doom. But we arrived at our destination, and I was extremely confused as I looked up at the rather luxurious hotel. I didn't get the chance to question it, Chuuya leading me inside. We were immediately greeted by the hotel attendants, and led to the elevator. We rode it all the way to the top floor, the attendant leaving us alone as the doors opened and we walked out into the hallway.

"Chuuya..." I let out a small breath as he led me inside the penthouse, my jaw dropping as I took my first look at the very luxurious space. "What is this?"

"Keiko told me you were having a rough time," Chuuya spoke, taking off his hat and then his jacket, hanging them up carefully. "I figured this would help you. Full body massages, jacuzzi, anything you could ever want to just... relax. It's all here."

"But... Chuuya, you didn't have to," I whispered, still in awe with my face heated up.

"Well, just deal with it," Chuuya huffed.

"Isn't this expensive though?"

"It's nothing. Just... think about this as my prize. Taking care of you."

Now my face was burning hot, Chuuya's own flushed red. I gave him a look, his words making me smile a bit despite how flustered they made me.

"You sound like a sugar daddy."

He didn't respond. That made me giggle. "How long will we be here."

"For the week, until you get back to work."

"But how did you..." I trailed off, gasping when Chuuya gave me a light push further into the penthouse.

It was an amazing, large open area space with a full kitchen, all the top appliances, a flat screen and a huge king size bed. The bathroom was just as fabulous, the large soaker tub calling my name.

"Oh, I need to get in that," I declared, making Chuuya laugh lightly. He watched as I looked around the bathroom, taking it upon himself to start filling up the tub. I turned to him and smirked. "Will you join me?"

"Like you have to ask that."

After finding a nice smelling bath bomb to put in the tub, Chuuya and I undressed and carefully climbed inside, sighing blissfully as the hot water immediately began to relax our muscles. I sat between Chuuya's legs, my back against his chest and my head resting against his shoulder. My eyes were closed, Chuuya's strong hands roaming all over my body.

"Tired?" Chuuya asked me softly and I sighed, nodding my head.

"Yeah... like Keiko said, I've been having a shit time sleeping," I answered, turning my head to lightly kiss Chuuya's jaw lightly. "But maybe a relaxing massage would help. Oh, but it's kinda late, huh? The masseuse would be gone by now."

Chuuya's hands continue to roam my body, one moving south. I let out a deep sigh when he began to rub circles on my clit.

"Yeah... but I can think of other ways to make you sleep," Chuuya whispered in my ear before he bit into my earlobe. I sigh again, Chuuya then capturing my lips with his own.

After making me cum on his fingers in the tub, we finished up in there before we found ourselves tangled up in the sheets of the king sized bed. Chuuya had my legs thrown over his shoulders, his cock plunging deep into me with every thrust he made.

"You're mine..." Chuuya breathed out, hissing and moaning from the pleasure. "... for the entire week... gonna make sure the only name you know is mine." He growled, clenching the sheets on either side of me tightly in his fists.

"Oh, yes, yes yes!" I cried out, back arching off my bed, eyes going wide as a voice that was not Chuuya's spoke up.

"Oh, that's just cute."

Whipping our heads around, we were shocked to see a certain detective standing at the foot of the bed, lecherous grin on his pretty face. We froze, Chuuya's cock still inside me, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Dazai?!" I shrieked.

"How the fuck did you get in here?!" Chuuya followed, glaring at the man. "What the hell?!"

"You can't hide things from me~" Dazai sang, not even hiding the fact that he was enjoying what he was seeing, his eyes slowly trailing over both of our naked bodies. "I was wondering why you called me to ask about her schedule... so I did some digging."

Chuuya hung his head, gritting his teeth in annoyance. "I am going to kill you."

Dazai laughed heartily, waving his hand dismissively. "No, no! Don't let me disturb you! I can watch! You guys were having so much fun!"

Before Chuuya could even react, he ended up groaning, his wide blue eyes finding mine. "Did you... fucking like that?" he asked and I stuttered a bit. "Do you want him to watch us?"

Another chill went down my spine at the thought and Chuuya groaned again as I clenched tightly around him. Chuuya cursed, feeling his cock twitch inside of me. He cursed again, becoming more overcome with arousal.

"Interesting," he breathed out, small puffs of air hitting my face. He smirked slightly, glancing back at Dazai. "This brings back memories."

"Fond memories," Dazai hummed and I looked back and forth between the two of them questionably.

"What are you guys talking about?"

Both of their eyes were now on me, and the intensity of their gazes made me gasp sharply, another chill going down my spine.

"Why have him just watch," Chuuya began, nuzzling his face against my neck. "When he can join us? Oh, fuck, you squeezed me so tightly just now..."

I trembled, heart hammering in my chest at the mere idea. A threesome? With Chuuya and Dazai. Looking over, I catch Dazai slipping off his tan jacket, gulping as he started to work on getting his shirt off.

"We have a week, right? Oh, this is going to be so much fun."

-End

[annie-blackhill]

Aight, I know that I've been away for awhile but now I'm back and I have ideas babes!

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Warnings:

Depression

Anxiety

Past panic attacks

Mentions of past domestic violence

Abusive childhood

Post traumatic events unconscious coping mechanisms

Unconscious flinching out of instinct

Sudden panic when hearing fighting between a man and a woman screaming very near

Loss of breath

Domestic violence

Blood

Panic attack

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Dazai Osamu

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Safe and Sound

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Dazai and (Y/N) have been in a relationship for two years now. They're so in love with each other that everyone at the ADA are questioning the fact as to why they weren't married yet.

Dazai really loves (Y/N) and she loves him just as much back. They both really love each other and they both understand each other the most too.

But there were still some things that Dazai didn't know.

The main reason why (Y/N) and Dazai weren't married yet was because Dazai wanted to get her parents' blessings first. He was so excited to get their blessings, to meet the people who brought his perfectly imperfect lover into this cruel, tainted world.

He was eternally grateful to them for bringing her into this world, although the cruel world had tainted her and made her the broken person she is now, he still loves her for her. She's the only reason he has to live now. And he loves her for that.

Whenever Dazai asked (Y/N) about her family, she would tell him stories about when she was a child and how her dad would bring them to the beach every weekend because they lived near to the beach or when they went back to school shopping together.

But that was it. Her dad never really appeared in her other stories much. He would pop in at some point of the tale and then disappear. Her mum, was mostly the one to witness her achievements.

But (Y/N) has never described her parents' proud expressions whenever she achieved something.

At times, when Dazai did pry lightly, she would turn the story somewhere else, mostly to her friends.

He knew that she didn't really have a good primary school life, seeing as she's told him before that she's been bullied at that time. She's described them as the loneliest years of her life and how much she's hated herself those times.

Whenever (Y/N) talked about friends, it would be about her friends from her high school life. Her high school was much more on the better side.

She had been a prefect in her high school years, since her first year to her last year.

The only bad memories she had was when she realized that being in the first class and being the top of the class meant the other students would sabotage her and the two times in her senior years where she had to fight back as self-defense when she tried to break up a fight and they started to hit her too.

Dazai wasn't daft. Of course, he picked up on all the signs she showed that she wasn't really fond of her parents.

At first, he thought that it was just because of a small fight they had. But two years have passed in their relationship and (Y/N) hasn't cracked even the least to tell him why her childhood stories are only until a certain age or why she's never told him how proud her parents were of her.

Dazai was worried. In the end, he decided that maybe her parents just have a slightly tight relationship with each other.

Dazai decided to not ask. He let it slide and slip past them. He never touched the subject of her parents for the half of the second year of their relationship.

As the other half year of their relationship rolled in, Dazai and (Y/N) had saved enough money to buy a cozy little apartment near the ADA and move out of the ADA's hostel.

The day they were moving in, the couple were greeted by the middle aged woman who lived next door with her husband and 4 year old daughter.

She had been a very sweet auntie that welcome the sweet couple to the apartment complex with open arms and a sweet smile.

More than once had she cooked good food for the duo since they always returned late from work.

"You two kinda remind me of how my husband and I used to be when we were younger and so in love," the auntie would say to the duo all the time.

The little 4 year old would also come by and play around with the loving couple whenever they were on leave.

Auntie would always try persuade her daughter from "disturbing the lovely young couple" as she would always say to her daughter.

"It's alright, auntie! I love kids! (N/N)-chan and I are planning to have a few little munchkins like this when we're married too!" Dazai would assure her, while playing with the little girl.

But there was always something about how (Y/N) would send the auntie knowing looks as though she knew something that he didn't all the time, so he decided to pay more attention too.

When Dazai did start to notice more, he noticed the dark bags under the auntie's eyes and he noticed how tired she always was.

The more he noticed the more concerning she looked to him day by day.

"Auntie, would you like to join us for tea, today? Osamu and I wanted to play with that sweet little angel," (Y/N) invited the auntie.

"WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR???!!!" the booming voice of the male from inside the auntie's house shook (Y/N) to the core and it ignited old memories that she didn't have to remember.

"Auntie, you really should come. Osamu insists! You know how he gets when he doesn't get what he wants! He'll be whining all day long like a little baby!" (Y/N) tried to convince the auntie discreetly.

"I ASKED 'WHO'S THAT AT THE DOOR'! ANSWER ME YOU USELESS WOMAN!!!" the man shouted from the bedroom again.

(Y/N) flinched. She was regretting sending Dazai to the store now. They had been running low on groceries and she had sent Dazai to the store, as she would say "please contribute you're lazy arse to do something in this household, my love" and he had carried his lazy arse to the store near the apartment complex.

After Dazai had left was when she started to hear the shouts and yells from the next door auntie's house.

Even as the bad memories plunged her being, she had forced herself to go and at least try to save the auntie before anything bad happened to either her or her daughter.

But even then, if you looked closely at (Y/N) you could see that she was trembling badly and that she could barely stand on her two feet.

"Auntie, come on please!" (Y/N) begged in a mutter exclamation.

"I'm sorry," the auntie murmured before closing the door on her with an apologetic smile.

"Auntie, no!" (Y/N) exclaimed.

And that was when she heard the terrible screams and the yell. The cries of the little 4 year old teared her soul apart into the smallest of pieces.

"NO, NO, NO!!!!" (Y/N) yelled as her mind turned blank and the memories flooded her brain.

Her mind turned so blank that she forgot that she was slamming her fists onto the door and that she had an ability.

The memories of how her father would come home drunk and lay on the sofa. Of how her mother had found out that he was having an affair. Of how, he would beat the living daylights out of her mother.

(Y/N) never told Dazai any of that. She felt ashamed to tell him that her childhood was the most terrible thing to ever happen to her.

A blood curdling screamed pierced the air along with a loud cry and that was enough for (Y/N) to snap out of her traumas and remember that there were lives on the stake right now.

She finally regained her senses fully and remembered that she has an ability.

Using her elemental abilities, she bent the wooden front door so much that it broke it half and broke off of it's hinges. The lower half flew to the side of the corridor almost hitting her while the other half flew into the house and hit the middle aged aggressive man that was about to beat his wife over the head with a glass flower vase.

The auntie stood in shock as the younger woman ran to her and hugged her.

"Auntie! Are you alright?! Are you bleeding anywhere?! Do you have any fatal injuries?!" (Y/N) questioned quickly as she held the shorter's woman's face in her hands and looked her over, making sure that she wasn bleeding anywhere majorly.

"Why you little freak show! You must one of those freak shows that are born with those little abilities! How dare you interfere with someone else's family problems?! Youngsters these days don't know how to respect their elders! Let me teach you then!" the man yelled at (Y/N) as she stood in front of the trembling woman, making sure that the older woman was perfectly hidden behind her.

(Y/N) slipped a hand into the back pocket of her jeans. She clutched the holster of her gun.

"Step away, right now before I seriously hurt you," (Y/N) warned as she held her left hand out to stop him from coming any nearer to them.

The man took off his belt and folded it into two, straightening it out with a snap, which caused both women to flinch as more dark memories flooded into (Y/N)'s mind.

"I said STOP RIGHT THERE!" (Y/N) warned yet again. It was against the law for her to shoot him and she couldn't even use her abilities against him as he was a normal civilian.

She was trying her best to not hurt anyone here and let the civilian authorities handle the ruthless man.

The moment the man raised his arm was the same time (Y/N) slipped her gun out of her back pocket and shot his arm.

The man let out a cry of pain and fell back from the sudden pain. He looked at the younger woman, wide eyed as she held the gun tight and pointed the barrel to his forehead.

"Armed Detective Agency member, (L/N) (Y/N)," (Y/N) announced as she showed him her ADA card.

The man backed away more at that. His eyes wide as he realized that she was a member of the authorities.

"(Y/N)?!" Dazai shouted as he entered only to see the bloodied situation of the man and the two trembling women.

"Where's the child?!" Dazai asked immediately.

"Sh-she's in her room," the auntie answered meekly.

Dazai nodded. He looked down at the man, disgust, venom and a desire to kill clear on his face.

The man even then, still tried to gain Dazai's pity as Dazai was a fellow man too.

"S-sir! All I was trying to do was educate my wife to be more better and obedient! I wasn't trying to do anything other than that! I swear!" the man said.

That only made Dazai even more disgusted as he spat on the man's face in disgust. He stomped his foot harshly on the man's hand that was holding the belt.

"You disgust me you old fool! You're an utter disgrace of a human being! I'm disgusted to see people like you are still alive! Terrorizing women's lives! Making them only feel like obedient dolls that should only do whatever you say!

I'd rather kill you then let you go to jail and then get back out after a few months! People like you shouldn't exist at all in the first place!

Your wife is supposed to be your life partner! Not some maid or toy that would do everything you say! You're supposed to live life and do everything together!

I can't believe you even had a child with her only to state your dominance over her and make her unable to run away from you!

You disgust me!" Dazai yelled at the man as he twisted his foot on the man's hand more and stomped it over and over and over again, intent on breaking it.

(Y/N) shielded the auntie's sight form her lover's rage as he broke the man's hand and rendered it completely shattered under his shoe.

"Osamu..." (Y/N) called out for him.

Dazai raised his head to look at his lover, tears streaming from his eyes from utter pure white hot rage.

"Are you alright? Are the two of you alright? Is that little angel injured?" Dazai's voice turned so soft that (Y/N)'s heart broke at the mere sound of it. He sounded as scared as she was feeling.

Dazai went over to the two women and squeezed them into a light hug, he buried his face into the crook of (Y/N)'s neck. (Y/N) hugged his waist, her arm practically limp, but her hand still clutching the gun tight just in case the man tried anything, her ear was placed against his frantically beating heart.

The older woman had wrapped her arm over his back and was hugging him tight, scared out of her life and grateful for the presence of the two youngsters at the moment.

"Osamu... We need to call the police and the ADA, specifically Kunikida-san. We need to explain a hell load to them all," (Y/N) murmured lightly to the shaken man.

Dazai nodded lightly at her statement before pressing a light kiss to the crook of her neck and removing himself from the hold of the two women.

"Auntie, do get your little girl and wait outside of the house. (Y/N) and I will call the police and our co-worker to handle the mess here," Dazai informed the older woman.

She merely nodded, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to answer him as she went to the little girl's bedroom to get her out of the house.

Once the child and woman were safely out of the house, Dazai dialed Kunikida while (Y/N) dialed the police station.

Both at had arrived at the house. The man was brought away on a stretcher by the paramedics as (Y/N) was explaining to the police as to why she had used her gun.

Kunikida and Dazai, both standing on either side of her, trying to justify the reason as to why she did so and the police accepted the reasons in the end.

Dazai said his end of the story and then they moved on to ask the wife and the child about their ends of the story.

"(Y/N), you know you shouldn't have used your gun. I'll have to confiscate it for now. You'll only be allowed to use it on missions. I'm sorry but those are the rules that you need to follow after that little act of 'misusage' as the police says," Kunikida sighed as he took the gun lightly from her slightly slackened grasp on it now.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was scared and he raised the belt above me, ready to hit at any moment---" her voice cracked and she couldn't continue the sentence anymore.

Kunikida held her hand softly as Dazai brought (Y/N) into a soft side hug, holding her softly and rubbing her shoulders.

"I know and that's why I'm the one that's supposed to be saying sorry for taking away your gun, (Y/N)," Kunikida said.

"Hey, hey. It's alright, the both of you. I'll pull some strings here and there and make sure, (Y/N) gets her gun back, alright? Easy peasy!" Dazai lightened the mood up a little.

"Sigh, thank you, Dazai. For making this easier for all of us," Kunikida said before excusing himself, saying that he needs to fill out a few more forms at the police station and make sure that neither Dazai or (Y/N) get accused for anything that they didn't do.

Dazai proceeded to lead (Y/N) back to their little home as the auntie and her daughter were led to the second ambulance by the new paramedics.

(Y/N) leaned into Dazai as she curled up onto him. He held her close and tight, knowing full well that she was shaken up from the encounter.

"Osamu... Remember how you always asked for the truth about my childhood... What you witnessed today that was happening to that auntie and her daughter? That's the real truth to my childhood.

But no one saved us. And as I grew and my dad lived his other life with his little affair, he would come and go to let off steam on my mother and my mother started to blame me for how miserable our lives were.

That's why I never had a past occupation like everyone else. I had been working with the ADA ever since I was 18 and I ran away from her.

The president helped me. He helped my mother by providing her safety and a new home.

My father is still out there, somewhere with that other woman.

And I... I've never seen my mother since the day I ran away. She must be happier now," (Y/N) said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Dazai hugged her closer and kissed her forehead.

"It's alright, love. You have me and the other ADA members for you as well now. Hell, even the Port Mafia is with you right now after how much you helped them out when we were all having trouble with The Guild and Fyodor. You have all of us here for you.

Most importantly, my love, you have me. I won't let anyone so much as hurt you even a little bit and go off the hook.

I swear," Dazai murmured softly into her ear and she snuggled closer to him, their feets touching and their hands interwined with each other's.

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"Port Mafia strikes again as a man who was arrested yesterday due to commiting domestic violence was murdered by them brutally in his own jail cell much to the surprise of all the police officers present.

Police officers were considering requesting the Armed Detective Agency to further an investigation at first, but has now decided against it as the chief of the police station has deemed it as a waste since the man was a criminal," the news reporter announced on the morning news as (Y/N) sipped her (bitter/sweet/neutral) (coffee/tea) and Dazai adorable chewed his crab sandwich.

"Who did you ask to do it?" (Y/N) asked immediately as soon as Dazai swallowed.

"Chuuya was more than willing after I told him the story. I didn't even have to tell him which police station and cell that scum was in, he ran off and figured it all out himself and finished the job," Dazai answered before continuing to adorably eat his crab sandwich.

"That scum deserved it," (Y/N) agreed as she continue sipping her (coffee/tea).

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Awareness Note:

Stop domestic violence. The pain lingers on even after the relationship has ended. No one should have to be bounded to a spouse that only views them as an object and an inferior instead of a human being and an equal. No one has to go through physical and mental pain with a monster that prefers to take control of everything. No one has to go through such pain.

Marriage isn't pain! Marriage is a bond of two people who love each other!

If it hurts both physically and mentally, then it's not love.

Know the difference.

[sonder-paradise]

Hello! May I request for a scenario with Vampire Dazai? He couldn't bring himself to make s/o suffer the same fate as he did and lost her in the past, but now that they're finally reunited, he swore to never let go of his s/o again.

I'm so sorry this came so late but I gotchu anon 🥰 Recommend listening to Scarlet Sky while reading~

Vampire!Osamu Dazai x Fem!Reader

The familiar click of the glass and the sweet seductive scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke drifted in the amber-lit atmosphere. Dazai stared at the golden liquid in his glass. He mostly drank out of habit. Just another habit he had gained from his human life. Now, whiskey didn't do much to heal the wounds he had procured over time.

He was consumed by the thoughts swirling in his mind. Consumed by the thoughts that he had been haunted by for so long. The more that he swayed and lingered on them, the more he was swallowed up by the confusion and rejects that followed with them.

Bitter feelings and questions of 'what if' were just as tasteless as the whiskey he sipped at occasionally. Days and nights were meaningless. It had been years since he had been turned into the monster before him.

A cold-blooded monster. A blood-sucking demon. His eyes were stained crimson and his skin felt frigid and dead. His heart had long since stopped beating and yet it still longed for someone. Someone whom he believed to be in a place long from where he was now.

The brunet let out a regretful sigh. From outside, he could hear the faint trickle of rain falling from the mourning skies. It only seemed to pain him more. It had been raining the day he decided to abandon her. Casting that woman off to the side to ensure she no longer suffered under the tyranny of a vampire. A man no longer human.

Yet, he dared to crave her. Crave the intimate moments he had shared with her; The beauty of her smile and the grace of her laugh. He dared to want the touch of her skin against his and the warmth of her body. And, he dared to crave the way her eyes glinted with such cherishing love.

The same love that he managed to extinguish in a singular moment.

Dazai finally stood, sending the bartender off with a brief nod. Shoving his hands into his coat pockets, he headed towards the door. There was hunger in both his heart and his stomach apparently as he pondered where he could potentially seduce someone into giving him the blood coursing through their veins.

Just as he reached the door, Dazai was startled to find that it had opened already. Instinctively he promptly headed to the side to move out of their way. A strange waltz of confusion took place before Dazai looked into the woman's eyes.

If his heart was still beating, it would have stopped right then and there as he found himself lost in the vast universe and memories those eyes thrust him into.

Her name escaped his lips and before he knew it, his hand was reaching out to caress the very skin he had longed for. She was here. Her eyes glowed with the same familiar cherishing love just for a second. Dazai observed her carefully.

She seemed to have aged by just a little. Though her ever-lasting beauty was still just as evident as the day he had met her. She spoke out to him. It was the same as he expected. Questions of where he had been, what he was doing back in town, how he was doing spilled out her lips like the rain from the sky.

Dazai didn't indulge in answering her. Instead, the only thing he now craved was her. He couldn't let her go this time. He could see the love in her eyes fade with the bitter remembrance of his betrayal. Eventually, he had made up his mind.

Vampire or no, he was keeping her this time. His eyes lingered briefly on her neck. The urge to graze his teeth against her sweet skin and experiment with the taste of her blood on his tongue was overwhelmingly powerful.

This time he wasn't leaving. He couldn't. Not anymore. The monster within him wouldn't allow it any longer. She was his for the end of all eternity.

[kozutenshi]

17:18—SHINSUKE KITA

"I hope I never lose you."

The feeling of euphoria rushed through your veins as he said those words, the cold air just enough to cool you down. The sun bathed everything in gold, pink and orange, the sky littered with feathery wisps of clouds. Lanterns hung dimly above you as Shinsuke let you drag him around into different shops and stalls, enjoying the glee in your eyes.

And you wished that were the same case today, in the same fair years ago.

"I'll never walk this street again. I'm never coming back. Is that alright with you?"

Your journal traced you back to this place, to this city that badly screams at you to find him, disobeying even that one promise to never step back here again. You remembered how he walked away, how he held your hand until he left you alone in the train station.

"It's for the best."

The bustle of the people brought you back and your stomach growled at the smell of onigiri. Taking this a chance to visit your childhood friends, Osamu and Atsumu, you searched through stalls and found yourself in line for their widely known onigiri.

You casually looked around, some places catching your eyes. It wasn't long after that you reached the front, ordering your favorite flavor as the man in front of you lopsidedly smiled. "In the house bub. Welcome home." The people behind you started talking, chattering and whispering.

"Bub? Is she his partner?"

"They look great together though."

"I support them but I'm going to take him all for myself."

"Is.. that still.. supporting..?"

"Chill ladies. She's just a childhood friend. Purely platonic." The girls furiously blushed and apologized as you sheepishly told them to calm down and that it's okay. Atsumu then came running with new supplies, his grin going wider before hugging you. You scolded him for a lost dropping your onigiri, but it didn't really faze you.

In fact, you missed them. You missed this interaction, the laughter, and their banter as Osamu scolded Atsumu for almost dropping the ingredients.

"Oh y/n." You turned towards Aran who greeted you with a polite, bright smile. "How are you these days?" Aran joined you in the table you chose as you munched down on the lovely, warming onigiri. "It's the same mood. Tired from working. Being shifted to an international branch out of the country didn't really change anything." You sighed as Suna sat beside you, wordlessly offering a high-five. "I wish I can just sleep."

"Then you should have. Sleeping is nice."

"Shut up Suna. You slack off way too much."

He shrugged, mumbling a small "guilty" under his breath. "We're so.. changed." The two guys looked at you curiously, the silence on their end urging you to continue.

"Well, we have jobs now. We're earning money. It feels like an hour just passed when I was just a child running around this fair pointing at candy apples." The two chuckled as you rolled your eyes at the cringe you felt. "How long has been since we were together like this?" They softly smiled, even Suna. "You're moving back here, right?"

"Well, I'm not sure yet.."

You opened your journal as you mindlessly flipped through its ink-stained pages. "I haven't found a reason to stay yet. At this point, I'm just a tourist." The emotion on their face was halfway between disappointed and sad, mostly Aran since Suna's emotions were all displayed in his eyes. But, the understanding was there as Aran smiled at you warmly. "I hope you do find it soon."

Finishing the onigiri, you also finished your drink as you stood up. "I hope I do, Aran-senpai." Bidding goodbyes to the four, you found yourself walking to the direction of the plains. You were glad you didn't wear anything grand, thanking your lazy persona for putting on a simple outfit.

The idea of walking wouldn't have enticed you but as the sun showed signs of setting, you wanted to bask in its beauty a little longer. The empty page on your journal is ready to be filled up as you sit on a bridge, the small stream rushing under you as you dangle your feet.

"Let's write our story together."

You looked up to find him leaning on the railing, the gold of the sun turning his silver hair white gold. The appreciation, sadness, and nostalgia shone in his eyes, the warmth that you craved for.

"That was a long time ago, wasn't it?"

The memory of hugging him tightly and his soft hands letting yours go as he smiled and said "see you tomorrow" flashed before your eyes. Looking away from him, you chose to close the journal on your lap. "Filling pages with an indefinite ending wasn't something I thought you'd do, but I guess even you have that side."

"Tell me, Kita-senpai. What would've happened if you didn't decide on that alone?"

Silence answered you. Even you don't know what could've happened if he never let your hand go. If he didn't leave you alone in the station at five am for a full hour, knowing full well you had to go to Tokyo for work.

If he had said goodbye at least, apologized for it instead of saying "It's for the best." over that damned phone call.

You stood up as the sun was almost gone. He watched you collect your things and stand up, hearing the distant "Papa!" of his son as you smiled at him.

"Well, thank you for the chat, Kita-senpai."

"It wasn't even a chat for me, y/n."

"It's l/n for you now, isn't it?"

"Are you staying?"

The child looked at you curiously as he neared his father, taking his hand. Smiling at the child, you turned away. Was it out of sadness, anger, loss or out of regret?

Or was it just your brain trying to save yoh from the pain?

"I don't have to now. Besides, Tokyo is where I should be, right?"

He watched you as you walked away, sadness evident in his eyes as he took his son home, to the other direction, away from you.

For the best.

[atsunflower]

Rated: SFW

Author notes: *sigh* for the third time the damned app ate up the tags. This one took me too long and I'm excited for write about my man suna again. This is also pretty different from what I'm used to write, but why not? Please enjoy your reading.

Warnings: cursing, substance usage/mentions, break-ups and me trynna be funny.

I – Cancel me.

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He looked at them with expectation as the beats smoothly faded, indicating the song's ending. 

If he were to be honest, the pair before him was a pain in the ass, but their opinion was that important because, when it came to music, they were the best at it. He felt no shame nor jealousy in admitting it.

"Dunno, the hook sounds like a Vice headline ta me." The bleach-haired male said, hearring the song's outro blaring through the studio speakers.

"Isn't it a Kid Milli reference, tho?" The other asked while munching a chip. He frowned at them, not understanding their point.

"Whatever. You two are no help anyways." Hearring their bullshit, the brunette already regretted this collab. He paused the queued song, turning to the other two with a blank stare.

The twins before him snickered, knowing they successfully hit a nerve. They couldn't help it, provoking Suna was one of their favorite hobbies.

"The song is good, but I gotta tell ya this butt hurt phase of yers is pretty lame." The faux-blond opened his mouth again, spinning around the studio with the desk chair. 

"Fuck you, Atsumu" He snapped, almost giving in to the desire of decking them both on the face.

"Tsumu's right, ya Lil Peep wannabe. Can't believe this break up ended up that bad." Osamu said in mockery, throwing the empty Lay's wrapper at him. He scoffed, disposing the wrapper on the bin before getting back at the screen to look at the FL studio interface.

"It's not that I have a broken heart. I just wanna know what's wrong with my life" He shrugged, blindly tacting over the desk in search of his Juul.

"Yeah Samu, he's just grieving over those fancy ass Dior Jordans. Sunarin is incapable of mundane things like a broken heart." His blond friend was partially right.

Suna Rintaro was many things: alt model, music producer, cloud artist and a decent volleyball player that almost went pro. But if there was something he could never be, it was a lucky man on love matters.

With his fair share of failed relationships, the artist could never pinpoint when things went wrong. It would always be the same: he would meet a girl, they would have a good time and then, the chick would turn out demanding as fuck.

In the end, every single one of them would slap him across the face and leave his life banging the front door shut like crazy — last week, it was Mika who broke things off, but not before setting his limited edition pair of jordans on fire. He would never get over those sneakers.

"Good for him, those kicks were kinda ugly." Osamu said in a bored manner. Suna felt his soul leaving his body.

"The hell, Osamu?" He was ready to fight, deeply offended by the attack at his taste in fashion.

"Yo, you two." Atsumu butted in, checking something on his phone "Y'all are drifting away from our problem."

"That is?" The other brother asked.

"Cheer up Sunarin before he fucks up with the Album." If Suna had the energy, he would kick both Miyas out of his studio "And I gotta the perfect thing. Let's hang out at Akagi's tonight, he just invited us." The already distressed musician felt the soul leaving his body for the second time that afternoon. He was sure both twins wished his death.

"Not a fucking chance. Last time I went there I almost died because of that weird stuff we smoked." 

"Aw, Sunarin, Kita'll be there too." The faux-blonde tried to persuade. The mention of their older, responsible and straight edge friend made Suna look at them with interest. But he needed more, though. Based on the last experience, he didn't have the will to risk his life going to Akagi's house once again. A shiver descended his spine as the male recalled how much he threw up that night.

"Suna, man, I gotta agree with Tsumu. Yer feelings are showing in your music." Osamu said as if he was some kind of genius.

"Isn't art about it, tho?" He deadpanned "Expressing feelings and shit?" He asked, staring them dead in the eye. The males before him shivered because of its intensity. Suna snickered.

"Man says art, but most of his songs are about the Nikes on his feet and the Tesla in his garage." Atsumu mocked "What the fuck?" The blonde barely dodged the moleskine thrown at him.

"Don't chew on me when you do the same, asshat. This is called character development." As unnerving the twins were, he felt a whole lot better in their company "Just lemme produce my sad stuff in peace."

"Cut us some slack, ya dumbfuck. We're just worried about ya." Osamu protested " 'Sides, no wonder no girl sticks by yer side. You know what the chicks find sexy? Seizing the means of production, not yer dumb car."

"You two are so la—" The musician was interrupted mid sentence, startled by the blond figure clutching his phone with enthusiasm.

"Oi Samu," Atsumu's loud voice startled the other two, as he excitedly fisted the air.

"What the fuck?" Suna asked, dropping the Juul on the floor.

"She'll be there tonight." The blond said, looking at his brother with a new wave of joy.

"The fuck? She who?" The brunette frowned.

"Ya gotta go and find out, man." The gray haired twin said with a knowing smile, matching his brother's excitement.

The night out felt somewhat draining. The booze, the music and the company were great, but his lack of energy was a mood killer.

Cheer me up my ass, Suna cursed internally as he observed everyone getting wasted all over the place. He grimaced at the sight, realizing the meeting with the twins was enough social interaction for the day.

He didn't know what's gotten into him. The male knew it wasn't necessarily caused by the break up, but he couldn't help the feeling down.

Right now, life just felt lowkey suffocating. 

Being a public figure meant being under the spotlights the most of time.

People talked.

People assumed.

Media was all over him, ready to catch a scandall.

And of fucking course his name was on gossip headlines. It even occupied a spot on twitter trending topics for a day or so.

"Fuck me." He said before the lukewarm beer went down his throat.

"Sunarin!" He heard Atsumu shouting from his right "I want you to meet someone!" And only now he noticed the blond had his left arm over a girl's shoulders.

Oh, that's the one they were talking about, maybe? the brunette realized. What's the hype, tho? He asked himself, eyeing your figure.

"[Name], this is Suna. Sunarin, this is [Name], best girl ever and the mastermind behind the visuals of mine and Samu's last album" The bleach-haired male said with a proud smirk, ruffling your hair. You were obviously shy.

How cute, the brunette thought.

"Dumbass, don't embarrass me in front of others!" You nudged the Miya with your elbow "Nice to meet you, I saw your name on TMZ last week—" You said beaming and he grunted.

I take it back. Not cute at all, the man internally screamed, not ready to talk about the recent events. He didn't even want to listen to the rest of your speech, your cheery voice went through his ears in a white noise.

"And this makes me really excited for your album. The interview about the collab with dumb and dumber was lit." You continued, the words were genuine and you seemed really interested "And I also relate on a spiritual level because I know working with them is hell."

Oh, she's talking about the album. He realized in relief.

"Yo, I heard good things about you too. The design of their album was hella sick, even though they two suck ass." Suna snickered when he heard Atsumu protesting. You only left out a giggle, joining him on the teasing.

The blond kept ranting about how bad of friends the two of you were.

"I didn't introduce y'all ta gang up on me. Bye, I'm finding another company. Ya two suck." The blonde Miya said, leaving only you and Suna in the sofa area.

"Uh, so…" He drifted off, trying to start some small talk

"Yeah..." You both giggled at the awkwardness "Not enjoying the night?"

"Too much happening right now. Lots of people talking shit 'bout me." He sipped the beer, grimacing at the stale taste of the drink "Hope they cancel me already. So all this shit dies down." Suna looked away, suddenly shy for opening up to a stranger.

"You're a famous guy and the break-up wasn't that scandalous. It'll be over eventually, just beware the sneaker cult." Your amusement was comfort enough. You didn't make intrusive questions about the events and merely joked it off. He felt so worn out by the situation but, at least, your presence wasn't overbearring.

"How is it everyone knows about the jordans?" You shrugged it off, laughing at the distressed face he mocked. Sighing in relief, Suna couldn't deny how refreshing your presence was. Not to be a jerk, but usually, the girls either were all over him or judged every single move he made. You were just that easygoing.

"Well, I don't think you came here to sulk on the sofa all night long. Why don't we join them by the pool and down some shots?" You hopped off of your seat, pointing to the glass doors. All the boys were waving at you two and suddenly, Suna felt a wave of joy run down his body.

Atsumu was right. Best girl ever.

At some point of the night, everything became about you.

All he could hear was the sound of your voice and all the time, his eyes were drawn to your figure. He couldn't figure out a reason for it, but the rapper wasn't complaining either.

A sharp pang at the side of Suna's head broke the trance he was in. Osamu had a shit eating grin on his face, eyeing the ravenette with amusement.

"We told ya so." The younger twin mused whilst he handed a long neck of vodka to the other.

"Stop. This is dumb."

"Yer dumb. But you ain't that dumb ta dare ta mess with her." The gray-haired Miya squinted at him, menacingly pointing the bottle in his hand at the brunette. The latter shrugged it off, opening his drink.

"Nah, I'm good." And he meant it.

But how could he explain the situation he was in?

Lips and hands wandered over the expanse of his skin. Everything was too hot and too good at the same time. Overwhelming, even.

He wanted more, more and more. There wasn't enough of you.

And if it wasn't unfair enough, his body felt lethargic. He was desperate, but couldn't keep up with the rhythm you imposed. Be it the alcohol or the stress, his body gave up and blacked out, even before you could undress each other.

In the morning after, a pounding headache woke him up. Suna didn't dare to open his eyes, but the morning breath fanning over his face was unbearable.

"I can't believe a cutie like you have a stinky breath like this." The complaint came out in a raspy voice, accompanied by an annoyed grunt.

Someone snickered on the other side of the room.

"Man, I didn't know you had the hots fer Samu." Atsumu was somewhere across the room, laughing at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" Hearing the other, Suna's body jolted, dizziness made his head spin in the process. He felt sick in the stomach and the morning light made his eyes sting. "When did I get back here?" The male looked around, realizing he was sprawled over Akagi's floor, right beside Osamu, who didn't even squirm at the loud voices in the room.

"What do ya mean? We never left" Atsumu frowned, uncaping a water bottle he was holding "Ya puked on Kita and passed out. The boys were too wasted ta drag yer sorry ass back home so we all crashed here." The blonde was dumbfounded, trying to figure out how wasted Suna got last night.

Suna wanted to know too. After all, there was no way the events envolving you were a product of his drunk mind.

facts:

• Suna's artist name is yosemite.

• He has a Tesla Model S because of Frank Ocean.

• He takes his Nikes very seriously.

• No, not all of his songs are about the car and the kicks.

• He and the Miya twins got a sports scholarship because of volleyball, but they dropped out of school to make music.

• The three of them created Inarizaki, the label they're making music under. Kita and Aran manage it.

• Both Miya twins are beatmakers and music producers. They recently debuted as artists and now are making a collab EP with Suna, thus Atsumu's concern about the album.

[ninliane]

Hi! Can i request Osamu with an s/o who frequently gets hit on even harassed in public? And she's quite paranoid about it. I've been hit on and even followed a few times so I'm very observant and paranoid when I go out.

this is the first time one of my stories got in-depth regarding the problems and concerns of women, and how different the world is for them. stay safe girls, never be afraid to ask the help of another person if you feel like you’re in danger!

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osamu with an s/o who is used to getting hit on in public

“Hey, Samu. So I am on my way to the restaurant,” you tilted your head on your shoulder with your phone in between as your hands were currently preoccupied with digging through your sling bag, looking for your keys. “I will meet you there in twenty minutes and then we can go out and get lunch. See you, bye.” 

Closing the door, you put your phone in your bag and made your way to the train station. You sat down, putting your bag on your lap, and looked out the window. At the corner of your eye was a young college boy, a little younger than you, maybe a freshman. He gave you a charming smile and moved to stand right next to you, one hand on the handles of the train and he slouched one leg. 

“Hey,” you looked at him, “Is that you?” He gave you a curious smile. You’ve seen this pick up line before and internally rolled your eyes. You were used to it quite frankly. “Oh gosh, how long has it been? I haven’t seen you since Ana’s party.” 

You only kept silent and just smiled at him, shaking your head slightly before going all the way. You put your hand on your head as if in thought, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know if you’ve heard but I was in a car accident three years ago,” the boy’s face paled, “and ever since the coma I had a really hard time remembering names and faces-”

“Oh god, no, no, no, I’m so sorry,” the boy sincerely apologized and sat down a seat away from you, “We don’t actually know each other, I thought it was a clever pick-up line, I’m so sorry you just looked so pretty. I shouldn’t have done that.” he looked worried. 

You looked at him with a straight face before cracking a smile, “I’ve never been in a coma. That was a really bad pick up move.” The boy widened his eyes and stared at you in disbelief before joining you in laughter, 

“You..” he charmingly laughed. Charming indeed but not as charming as Osamu’s.

“I’m sorry. It’s just that I’m so used to it, gets kind of annoying.” You threw a sympathetic smile. 

He shook his head, “You shouldn’t be, it’s sad that you are. I’ve definitely learned my lesson today.” he sighed and shrugged, “No more picking up any girls with cheesy lines.” 

“Hey, don’t beat yourself up about it,” you smiled and lightly punched him on the shoulder, “You were a gentleman. When you saw red flags you immediately stopped and apologized. Not a lot of guys do that. You’re a great guy.” 

He looked at you happily, “Thanks,” your stop had arrived and you stood up, “Wait,” he said, “Can I at least have your number?” 

You gave him another pity smile, “Sorry, I have a boyfriend,” when you said that you saw the instant regret return to his face, to which you laughed, “You’ll find someone, don’t worry. Just try a little more your age. I’ll see you on this train again.” you waved goodbye and he nervously did the same.

You chuckled at the recent memory as you scanned your card at the gate. You thought about it more as you neared the restaurant; the boy was right, no one should be used to it. You pushed that thought aside as you skipped down the road and opened the sliding doors of the restaurant. Inside was Osamu who had been washing up dishes. He looked up at the sound of the door chime ringing and greeted you with a wave. 

“I’m just finishing up the dishes here. The staff is already here to take over, sit on the counter,” he said.

You did as he told and put your bag on the table as you slid in the tall seats. You looked at Osamu curiously, wondering if he’d have any reaction to what happened twenty minutes earlier, 

“So Samu,” he hummed as a way to tell you he was listening, “There was this guy who tried to hit on me on the train. Younger, college freshmen.” 

He raised an eyebrow, “Seriously? What’d he do?” 

“It was harmless, actually quite funny, I played around with him for a bit. He apologized once I said I knew what he was up to. Very nice boy, he even asked for my number.” 

Osamu looked up from the sink, pausing from his work and raised his eyebrows, “I said I had you, don’t worry.” you assured. 

He looked back down and continued on the dishes. As he squeezed the sponge he thought, 

‘Has she always been hit on like that?’ 

‘How frequent was it for her to get used to it?’ 

‘Has it ever happened while I was around?’ 

He kept contemplating about these as he held your hand while you two walked down the main street. 

You were humming along with whatever tune while his eyes were like a hawk’s, darting at each male individual who was in the vicinity. He only noticed after a while that when they had passed you two, boys would look at you in a suggestive manner, thinking that the man beside her didn’t see them. 

Well he saw them all right. 

He frowned at them and pulled you closer, transferring his arm from your hand to over your shoulder, glaring at them as he pulled you away. You noticed him frowning at his food as you held chopsticks in your mouth, 

“Hey, you okay? If you want to talk to the chef again please don’t, it’s the reason we couldn’t go back to that other place.” you pouted.

He noticed your concern and quickly shook his head, “No, yeah it’s nothing…” he paused, “It’s just, are you really okay with all these guys staring at you?” you shook your head, 

“No, I don’t really like it. At all, but what can you do about it?” she shrugged, “It’s a completely different world out there for women, not a lot of men get that. I mean it’s not just flirting, even the nice ones always treat you differently. They call you sweetheart, and darling, even though you don’t know them. Most men are really ignorant” 

“Me! I’m men, and I get that and I’m not ignorant!” he raised his hand with a frown on his face, mouth full of food, looking like an angry toddler that almost made you laugh, 

“I mean just today I already saw dozens of guys stare at you like you were some piece of meat. That’s not right at all. You’re my meat-- I’m sorry, heard it as soon as I said it, my bad.” he tilted his head in apology as you laughed. 

“I can’t imagine what it’s like for other women out there.” he said, “I promise you I’ll make it better for at least you.” 

And that is what he did. He always walked you home and when he couldn’t he would always ask his brother or friends if they could. You could walk home yourself but it was sweet that he cared. At the end of the day, he would always ask without fail how your day was, making sure that you were safe and not bothered by anyone.

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