#suna being a duck

[bruhstation]

Introducing Senja/Bruhstation’s latest passion project:

🚂 💝Casa Tidmouth: Love Train💝 🚂

Welcome to the Island of Sodor! As the O’Jays say: The next stop that we make will be England! Now that you’re now an employee of the North Western Railways, you can finally experience your lifelong dream of romancing your dream engine (driver) on this small, quaint island!

Romanceable characters include:

Thomas

Percy

James

Edward

Henry

Gordon

Duck

Diesel

... and so many more!

There are tons of things to do in this game, like listening to the charming rambles of your dream date, getting lunches with them, hang out after work with them, and even give them gifts! The more you spend time with them, the more your character stats and character romance points will go up, and the higher the chances of them ending up with you!

But watch out! One wrong turn, and you could spiral down a railroad towards a more sinister, more complicated love life...

Coming soon to itch.io! I hope you guys look forward to this game, and thank you for all of your support! 💞🚂

[More information about this game, concept sketches, and scrapped ideas under the cut]

Oh dear.

[emmyrosee]

“Daddy, Uncle Shi-Shi called you a news-ance.”

From underneath the cabinet, Atsumu’s head slammed into the wood above him, whatever he was doing suddenly not mattering. Rintaro, who was holding the tools, now was absolutely cackling at the entire scene. The now wounded blonde slowly pulls his head out of the cabinet, a massive hand cradling his head and a look of betrayal on his face.

“He what!”

“Well, when you called Uncle Shi-Shi after lunch to tell me to come home, ‘nd he asked if you were done, ‘nd you said no, he got mad when he hung up and called you a complete news-ance.”

Rintaro’s cackling reached new levels as Hisako looks quizzically between them, hand smacking his knee and gasping for breath he cannot seem to catch.

Uncle Shinsuke, who was just supposed to have Hisako for the day while Atsumu fixed the sink- right, that’s what he was doing, pre-slander and concussion- but when the job became too much, Atsumu figured he’d have Hisako dropped back off at home to have some lunch and her nap, so Kita could go about his day; no matter how much Kita adores Hisako, it can be hard to balance errands with a four year old.

So much for being courteous.

“Daddy, Uncle ‘Taro, what’s a news-ance?”

“It means your dad’s annoying,” Sunarin ungraciously explains, leaning against the counter. Hisako tips her head in confusion, and Atsumu gives him a glare.

“It means,” Atsumu sighs, “that Uncle Shi-Shi got mad that I was busy but still wanted you home. He didn’t think it was a good idea.” Then, under his breath, he mumbles a quick “didn’t stop him from dropping you off, though.”

“Oh…” Hisako seems to ponder this before she nods, letting Atsumu duck his head back under the sink. “Well I don’t think you’re ‘noying!”

Atsumu groans as his child picks up Suna’s description of a nuisance, “I’m glad baby; why don’t you go put on paw patrol, I’ll bring you lunch in a minute?”

“Okay daddy!”

Tiny feet toddle off, and from above the cabinet, Atsumu hears Rin stifle a laugh. “Damn, she’s funny.”

“Don’t encourage her, she turns every single uncle of hers against me.”

“Pretty sure you do that to yourself, my guy.”

“Give me the pliers and stay quiet.”

A few moments later, a small voice comes back into Atsumu’s earshot again, this time directed mostly at Suna.

“Uncle ‘Taro?”

“What’s up, lean cuisine?”

“How come Uncle Shi-Shi uses those big words, but mommy just says daddy’s ‘noying?”

His head slams back into the cabinet, once again whining in pain, and Suna’s laughter of betrayal once again filling the Miya home. A trip to the ER would have to wait; this is far more important.

“She WHAT?”

[captain-hawks]

the look on suna’s face is anything but surprised when the door to his apartment swings open.

his gaze briefly flicks downward to take in the miserable state of your rain-soaked dress and the heels clutched in your right hand. everything about your current state is a sad, waterlogged, neon billboard advertising just how spectacularly bad your date was.

casting a glance at the rapidly flickering fluorescent light on the ceiling up above, you sigh when your best friend’s lips begin to part. “don’t even say it, rin.”

his mouth obediently snaps shut, but he can’t hide the faint hint of amusement that curves its way into the line between his lips anyway.

suna takes up so much goddamn space as he stands there in front of you, his body leaning against one side of the doorframe as his fingertips casually grasp the other. rolling your eyes, you duck beneath his outstretched arm and hip check him as you pass, unceremoniously dropping your shoes in the entryway beside his messy pile of sneakers and boots.

no words pass between the two of you as suna briefly disappears down the hall, tossing a pile of dry clothes at your head when he emerges from the depths of his bedroom a moment later. he doesn’t even bother looking at you once you make your way back into the living room in a matching ejp raijin t-shirt and sweatpants, just lifts his arm and waits for you to settle down against him on the couch.

it’s only once the movie playing on the television—a rom com that you’re well aware he only put on for your sake alone—is nearly twenty minutes in that he finally speaks.

“told you that guy was a loser.”

sighing heavily, you pinch the bridge of your nose, burrowing yourself even further sideways into the warmth of his body heat despite your annoyance.

“you said that about the last guy.”

he huffs, and you can feel his chin brush over the top of your head as he turns toward you. “no, i said that guy was a dork.”

fingertips skirting beneath the edge of his sweatshirt, you pinch the skin just above his hip, and he lets out an undignified yelp as he grasps your hand and moves it to his thigh instead.

“regardless, shouldn’t you be supportive? i seem to remember you griping about me being a—“ you pause, making finger quotes with your free hand for emphasis, “‘freeloader’ who steals your netflix account and food every night.”

suna’s quiet beside you, eyes on the television screen like this sordid love confession in the rain is suddenly the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

“think of how many shitty eighties movies you’ll be able to watch when i’m too busy with my new boyfriend to come bother you every day,” you continue cheerfully.

at that, suna shifts your positions, yawning as he slides his head into your lap. the odd golden green shade of his eyes glints in the dim light of the living room as he stares up at you expectantly, unblinking.

“then who's gonna play with my hair till i fall asleep when the movie is boring?” he asks with a lazy smile, tilting his neck just enough to brush his head against the hand currently resting on your kneecap.

you let out a huff that’s equal parts exasperated and fond, rolling your eyes as you watch his slide shut the moment you begin carding your fingers through his soft, dark locks.

(it’s always like this with rintarou, this effortless intimacy. this strange, liminal space where your friendship exists.)

and as his breathing slowly starts to even out, as the movie plays on forgotten in the background, you wonder—not for the first time—what it would be like to kiss him.

[warlocksoup]

debt: r. suna

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chapter one

now playing: her and cigarettes by cheap girls

Okay.

There’s about ¥100,000 in her bank account, give or take a couple of hundred. Rent is ¥83,000 and due in three days, which knocks out a pretty big chunk. Electric, gas, and water she paid for earlier this month, so that’s good. The fridge is running pretty bare, almost nothing but impulse orders of takeout leftovers that’ll go bad in just a couple of days, if they’re lucky. Groceries run at about ¥20,000 per trip, but she can pinch there, and it can just be another month where everyone’s dissatisfied with their meals. But then there are those fucking phone bills.

She sits at the kitchen table, a cigarette in one hand and her face in the other. No phones this month, she figures. What the fuck else is she supposed to do.

The paper bills and ripped up envelopes stare back at her, mocking her. Her younger siblings are rushing around her, scrambling to get ready for school and making as much noise as they fucking can while they do it. It’s always fucking something.

“I have another couple of tutoring sessions,” Haru (younger brother #2, age 17, student, smug little shit) says, standing at the open fridge, and then closing it again when he realizes that there’s nothing of substance in there. “That should help.”

“Yeah, what would fucking help is if Ryu paid me that money he owes me,” she says, putting out her cigarette on the jar lid she uses as an ashtray. “The fucker’s been camped out at his girlfriend’s house so he thinks he can just-oh fuck!”

Aya (younger sister #2, age 7, student, brat) runs into the corner of the kitchen, table, shaking the enter thing, and knocking a cup of black coffee into the pile of unpaid bills.  She stands, scrambling to grab at some thin paper towels to clean it up with. “What the fuck Aya?”

The girl’s teary-eyed, like she normally is, but it’s too early in the morning to deal with it. “I can’t find my backpack!” she cries out, as if this is some sort of explanation.

She sighs, too tired for it all and scheduled to be at work in just an hour and twenty minutes. “Fucking. Eri!” she calls out into the void of their three-bedroom apartment.

From the depths, Eri (younger sister #1, age 13, student, literal nightmare), calls back out. “Fucking what?”

“Help your sister find her backpack for school!” she yells, hands still occupied with the mess of bills and hot coffee. She thinks that someone should be helping her, but is not surprised that no one is. That’s usually how it goes.

“I’m busy!” Eri screams back, already annoyed.

She’s wasted half a roll of paper towels by now, she balls it up, and moves to toss it in the trash, half of her hoping she didn’t bundle up any of the bills along with it, the other half of her hoping she did. She passes Haru on her way to the trash. “Haru, help your sister.”

“I can’t,” he says. “I gotta go. I wrote an essay for this rich kid. He’s paying me ¥7,000 for it. I’m meeting him now.”

She narrows her eyes at him. “Since when are people paying you to write their essays?”

Haru smirks. “Since you stopped being able to pay the bills.”

Her eyes roll, and she raises a hand to gently knock the back of his head. “Alright, fuck off, go get paid,” she says, and with her permission, he’s ducking out the back door before she can blink.

Aya cries out here name, and she turns to face her again. Her face is red, and tear stained. “I don’t wanna get in trouble!”

If she’s really, really honest with herself, and maybe this makes her a bit of a shit sister, she really doesn’t give a fuck if Aya gets in trouble with her teacher or not. Everyone in this house is constantly in trouble, for something, and she just doesn’t have it in her to give a shit if one sibling is getting a scolding.

But it’s sort of her job to take care of it.

She sighs. “Alright, c’mon, let’s find your backpack.”

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She stands in the damp air, hair tied up loosely on the top of her head, and phone pressed to her ear. The fry oil from the restaurant she’s serving at combined with the wet stench of the dumpster is nauseating. The phone rings.

“It’s Ryuji. I don’t wanna fucking talk to you. Leave a message.”

Her foot taps against the pavement. The phone beeps. “Hey, you stupid fuck. If you’re gonna up and leave and screw over the rest of us, make sure you pay me back the money you owe me before. Call me back, or I’m sending Suna over there to break your jaw.”

She hangs up and tightens her ponytail before she goes back inside. Her fifteen minutes are up

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Suna reaches over and takes the cigarette from between her lips. She turns her head and glares at him. “You’re such a fucking dick.”

They’re on the rooftop of this abandoned soba restaurant. When they were kids, it was the best place in a four-town radius to get soba, but then the owner went and died from a heart attack about eight years back, and it’s been sitting abandoned ever since.

They used to come here when they were younger, too. Thirteen and discovering cigarettes and how fucking amazing it was to get away from your parents for the first time. They would smoke and eat shrimp chips and run from the cops whenever the owner got fed up with the smell of nicotine wafting down into his restaurant and called them.

It’s gotten a little more peaceful up there for them, since he died.

Suna leans against the edge of the roof, looking down at the ground beneath them, and he grins. “You love me.”

She reaches into the pocket of her sweatshirt for a second one, slightly cursing him under her breath. “Whatever,” she grumbles, flicking the end of her lighter. Smoke enters her lungs again, and she exhales. “By the way, don’t freak out if you can’t reach me this month, like you did last time.”

Suna raises an eyebrow at her. “What, can’t pay your phone bill again?”

She leans her back against the edge of the roof and sinks into it. “Yep.”

“You serious?”

“Yeah,” she nods, “gotta get groceries again. More important than answering your texts at three in the goddamn morning, unfortunately.”

Suna shakes his head. “Nah, fuck that. I’m paying your phone bill.”

She shoots him a glare. “Would you piss off? You’re not paying for shit.”

Suna always does this. Slips her money when he thinks she’s not looking. Swiping bills off her counter and calling to pay them once he’s in the safety of his own apartment. She hates it, and she hates that it helps. It wounds her pride, and it makes Suna indispensable to her. It sucks.

And he knows she hates it, too. Which makes it all the more insufferable when he grins, and says, “Yeah, I am.”

“No, Rin, you’re not,” she insists, even though she knows he’s going to do it.

He blows smoke in her face. “What, are you gonna stop me? I’ll kick your ass.”

She rolls her eyes. “You’re ridiculous. You’ve gotta stop letting me scam you out of money.”

The night’s cool and fresh. The sky is this dark shade of blue that reminds her of the bruises that seem to be a permanent feature of Suna’s skin. “You’re not scamming me out of anything. I’m providing for you,” he tells her. “Just another reason we should get married.”

She’s gonna throttle him. “Oh, fuck off.”

“I’m serious,” Suna persists. She knows he’s serious. He always serious, every single fucking time he brings it up. “You know I’ll take care of you.”

“What about the kids?”

The kids. She says it like they’re hers. Like she had any choice in them ending up on her lap.

Suna shrugs. “I’ll take care of them too.”

“And what happens when someone breaks your face in and kills you in one of your little street fights?”

“Life insurance,” is Suna’s simple answer.

She stares at him, incredulous for a second. “I’m not marrying you,” she says again, because she knows he’s not going to listen to it.

Maybe she would, if things were different. But things are exactly as they are, and all she can do is live with it.

Suna looks back out over the roof. “You will, one day.”

She punches him in the arm, and he yelps. “Would you shut up with this? You’re too broke for me, anyways.”

“Is that all it is?” Suna asks, and his tone is suddenly different. He doesn’t look back at her. “Is that the only reason you’re saying no?”

She thinks about it, for a second. “I dunno,” she replies. “Maybe I’d find other reasons to say no if I had enough money to think about anything else.”

When Suna looks back at her, he’s grinning. “Well, fine. Let’s get you some cash then.”

thank you shameless season one for the inspiration

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[aftersamu]

THE EXIT PAIRING: r.suna x gn!reader GENRE: angst + exposure of the bet trope (enemies to lovers to enemies)

it gets personal at the end, and this has such a different energy to anything i've written before. like there's harsh words, fucked up tropes, and it's definitely more 2010 teen drama. proceed with caution <3

a party.

people crowding the living room and backyard of the house, 20+ bottles of alcohol, red cups lining every table and surface, casual hookups, and girls rushing to the bathroom to throw up, and others blacked out on the grass.

you lost suna throughout the night, got invested in a conversation with a girl you've never spoken to before. and once you realised he was gone, you searched for him.

asking around for his whereabouts, getting closer and closer to finding a distinct location. osamu told you where to go, and you went. ducking underneath the velvet rope blocking off steps, and heading up.

turning every corner, trying to open every door, with a ear pressed to each closed surface. and down the hall, at the corner, a small ray of light illuminates the hallway.

you walk forward, starting to hear the hushed conversation and walking on your toes, holding your breath in your chest as you approach the slightly opened door.

back pressing against the wall, hiding in the shadows you listen. maybe it's nothing serious and you're being nosey, feeding off drama that might not even involve you.

until you hear your name.

"so, how are things going between the two of you?" atsumu, his voice is easily identifiable. "it's been a couple months since they've stopped hating you, i take it's a good sign."

"look, i don't think this is a good idea anymore." suna sighs, "it was fun for a while, but it's getting pretty serious now."

"you going soft rintarō?" atsumu teases, "i thought you hated that bitch, now you're sympathetic? what happened?"

"i don't know man, my fucking morals kicked in, i guess." suna quips, he's frustrated. you can see his shadow pacing around. "look this was fun, the games, but i don't know if i can do it anymore."

"so... you fucked?" atsumu bluntly remarks, "come on mate, i'm not stupid. you wouldn't be backing out unless you two fucked."

"yeah, well, it happened and now i'm screwed because you're a dickhead and i'm an idiot." suna scoffs, "it ends now, i'll give you the money, i don't want to do this stupid bet anymore."

bet. of fucking course, how cliche of them. how naive of you to think of giving suna a chance, he's a dickhead, you knew that. but, there's no way he spent six months trying to get in good with you for a bet.

no amount of money could have him commit for this long. or at least you think, it was a moment of boredom and a way to make easy money. two rich kids who have nothing better to do other than drop a grand on a bet.

a gambling scheme.

with twist and turns, challenges and money rewards. to keep them both interested in the little plan, one that has been pulled straight from a reality tv show.

"you're backing out now? it's been half a year, i think it's too late to feel remorse now." atsumu states, "do you need a recap of how much money we've bet? do you know how much money has been exchanged during this entire ordeal?"

"no, i don't, and don't be a dick." suna snaps, "you are just as much a part of this as i am."

"yeah, but i wasn't the one who brought it up." atsumu retorts, "i wasn't the one who stood up, and bet that i could get in good with them. that i could manipulate them with my killer charm."

"yes, but you proposed those sick side bets. bring them to the party, kiss them on this day, get them to make the first move within a week." suna mocks, "you're no better than me."

"so what? you going to go down there and tell them that you've been manipulating them for a little extra cash? that you've been fucking around with others the same time you've been buying them flowers, and making them eggs in the morning?"

your heart is beating hard against your chest, is it the anger, sadness, or alcohol that's giving you vertigo? is it the betrayal that causes all feeling to escape from your body, or is it how you feel like a complete idiot that sends you barging into the room.

you kick the door wide open, face red, and eyes already watering. the look of shock on suna's face and fear that paints it, and atsumu's smugness ever so present.

"don't even try." you say, holding up a finger to stop the brunette from saying anything. it's so funny, you can't seem to stop the manic smile from growing on your lips.

"let me explain–"

"oh, yeah sure. i don’t hate you babe, i never hated you, i love you, you’re everything i need. you’re the only one who understands me, and sees me. i can’t hate you." you mock, bringing up the words he spoke to you. "shut the fuck up suna."

it's as if those months have vanished, and all you feel is pure hate and rage towards those eyes that you thought you loved.

"you definitely outdid yourself with this one, this whole fucking twisted six month plan of yours.” you dryly laugh, bringing your hands up, "oh, but love, i don't feel that way, i tried to back out." you mimic. "go fuck yourself."

god, you seem so delusional.

"it's not like that!"

"yeah, and i like totally care." you say, rolling your eyes, "you don't mean shit. so pay miya what you owe and move on, because you lost! that's what you get for being a fucking cunt."

"love, you're drunk." suna sighs, taking a step towards you.

"don't come near me," you deadpan. "you manipulative, sick fuck. you will never be good enough for anybody, no one will ever love you, your sister doesn't even want to see you. i see you, and you're an insecure, needy, fucking freak."

you want to strike a nerve, and you know you have. you want to cause pain, regain some dignity that you've lost. you may have seen the worst of him, but he has not seen the worst of you.

"i'm done with you, i fucking hate you... and you're friends are hotter."

[flyingwargle]

watch party for japan vs. argentina men’s volleyball match tonight @ 8 pm!

osamu doodles jerseys in the corner – his brother’s #11 and his boyfriend’s #20. he stands to admire the sandwich board, startling at the voice behind him. “not #18 fer aran? that’s disrespectful of ya.”

“kita-san!” he whirls around to greet him, bowing slightly. “i know, but i have a feelin’ if i don’t put ‘tsumu’s number, he’s gonna blame me fer givin’ him bad luck.”

kita’s smile is slight, amused. “an’ suna?”

“that’s my boyfriend that yer talkin’ ‘bout.”

“yes, yes, as if i’d forget. i’m comin’ by later, so save me a seat, please. let’s talk more then.”

he watches him continue along, likely to visit the other shops on the block, and then ducks back inside his restaurant. it’ll get busy, if the tokyo olympics set any precedent, especially with how vital this match will be. after losing to germany, they’ll need to win, and then perform well against usa. only then will they qualify for the quarterfinals.

inside, the decorations have changed. the jerseys on the wall, once msby and ejp, are now their olympic counterparts. although the photos still show onigiri miya’s humble beginnings, he added a few taken with the team, including one where they’re all holding his onigiri. it pained him being unable to watch any of their games live, but he wouldn’t change it for the business it gave him.

for the rest of the day, he and his staff work to serve their customers, fulfill takeout orders, and prepare for the watch party. about half an hour until eight o’clock, he tunes into the sports channel, where subtitles of analysts discussing japan’s performance and future odds appear on screen.

there are two tvs – one on a shelf over the bar and the other in the corner of the seating area. he has a tablet set up behind the counter to watch whenever there are orders, but the livestream is still on standby. he turns the screen off as the door opens. “welcome back, kita-san. ya want the usual?”

“yes, please.” he takes the empty seat directly across from him, the same where any of their friends would sit whenever they visit. “are ya expectin’ a full house?”

“yeah, it’s usually busy. i imagine it’ll get busier once japan qualifies.” osamu takes a handful of rice and begins molding it. “they’re under a lotta pressure. ‘tsumu was almost in tears when he called.” it hurt that he couldn’t physically be there, relegated to phone calls and video calls, but if listening helped air out frustrations, he’d gladly sacrifice his sleep.

“the world is expectin’ a lot from them after they placed second in the vnl,” kita agrees. “hopefully, they’ll be able ta get it together tonight.” the two of them watched their friends and family compete mere months ago, bringing their nation to the podium, and consequently, to the top of the world. it’s natural to assume it’ll happen again, but so far, it isn’t easy as it sounds.

the clock strikes eight, and the broadcast starts with official warm-ups. atsumu and kageyama are setting to their players at the net, jumping to spike. it changes to serves, the players taking turns to warm up. osamu watches suna, who spins his ball as part of his pre-serve routine, and then tosses it for a jump floater. it isn’t as fast as atsumu’s, nor as deadly as kageyama's, but it’s earned them aces in the past. he hopes it’ll happen again.

the teams line up to sing their countries’ national anthems. a solemn silence falls over the restaurant as everyone follows along, osamu included. the camera zooms in on their faces, strict with determination and focus. suna looks into the camera when he’s in frame, and osamu whispers a voiceless prayer to him.

atsumu is the starting setter, along with ushijima, sakusa, aran, suna, and hakuba. yaku is their libero. the others stand on the sidelines. “must be goin’ fer heavy hitters to blow past argentina’s blocks,” kita comments. osamu nods in agreement.

oikawa tooru is argentina’s starting setter. the whistle blows, and the match begins.

c’mon, guys. i know ya’ll can do it.

the first set doesn’t start off well. japan falls behind in the first half, falling short to argentina’s clean sets and spikes. hakuba is rotated to the back, and suna steps on, hands in front of him. he gets a hand on the spike, and sakusa receives it. atsumu sends it down the middle, suna jumping and rotating his torso to get around the block. japan gets the point.

his customers cheer. osamu hides a small fist pump under the counter. he shares a smile with kita. the commentators are just as excited as he is. “what an unbelievable spike from middle blocker suna rintarou! he’s known for his flexibility and game sense. will this give japan the push they need to get ahead?”

and he does. japan matches and overtakes argentina. kita claps at atsumu’s clean set to ushijima, who slams it down in the opposite court. the team huddles for a cheer and then take their positions. suna is back at the net, hands in front. his eyes widen at the camera pointed at him, and he rotates his fingers to form a heart, mouthing a message. he turns away at the whistle, but that’s enough for the world to see and wonder exactly what he said.

only osamu knows those words by heart.

japan takes the first and second set, but argentina comes back for the third. however, japan takes the fourth, after switching in hinata, and they cheer in celebration. argentina looks devastated, oikawa most of all, and osamu doesn’t miss how japan’s athletic trainer, iwaizumi, pats his arm off-court. he’s sure there’ll be more gestures once the cameras are turned away.

the customers begin to call for their bills and shuffle out. osamu gathers their dishes, kita helping despite osamu's protests, and it isn’t long before they’re the wiping tables clean. they listen to the post-game interview with the players, starting with aran, the captain, and then atsumu. finally, they talk to suna.

“you did an interesting gesture in the middle of the first set. would you like to explain what it means?”

osamu turns to watch. suna has a towel around his neck, hair unruly after the match. his voice doesn’t waver when he replies, “there’s a certain someone that i know is watching, and i wanted to let him know that i appreciate his support and love him.”

“is that related to what you said to the camera? fans are dying to know what you said, by the way.”

“yes, but that’s between me and him.” suna winks, turning slightly to face the camera again. “and if he’s watching – i know he is, by the way – i want him to know that i couldn’t have gotten this far without you.”

the broadcast ends. osamu smiles to himself, adding his rag with the others. he’ll lock up, head home, and text the team his congratulations. atsumu will probably call him in the middle of the night, again, to put him on video as they celebrate. osamu will lose sleep, again, but it’s worth it, seeing his brother happy, seeing his best friend glowing, and of course, his boyfriend living his best dream.

watch me, 'samu.

osamu will never take his eyes off him.

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inspired by this fanart of suna's gesture and osamu's reaction! <3

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐂𝐒.

notes. because i’m that bitch who went to see this movie in theaters four times, you guys are getting my unhinged hcs for going to this movie with some hq boys

genre. crack. just crack.

ft. tooru oikawa, kenma kozume, hajime iwaizumi, rintaro suna, tetsuro kuroo, satori tendo

tw. headcanons may include some spoilers to the mario movie</3

gender neutral! reader.

➫    𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔   𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ ah, yes. as a long time fan and because he heard peaches, tooru had to see the movie just to mess with you a bit ( and to relive his childhood )

⌗ “y/n-chan, at the end of the line, I’LL. MAKE YOU MIIIIINEEE, OHHHHH—”

⌗ “tooru.. i’m already yours..”

⌗ showed up in attire befitting of the movie theme ( overalls!! ) and begged to get the film special when you guys were ordering food and drinks.

⌗ doesn’t look it, but has for sure played mario games before! definitely owned a wii and ds at some point in his life; totally did download play with hajime, i don’t make the rules ( tooru does. ). so it’s needless to say he knew his shit

⌗ movie aside — tooru will very much be cuddling you in the theater because it gets cold and he likes being close!!

     ➫    𝓚𝗢𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗘   𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗠𝗔   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ you are GOING to the movie, you have no veto rights to say no.

⌗ knows the entire soundtrack with every single extract from every song in every mf game, and found ALL the easter eggs down to the “chasse au canard” — the french title for duck hunt.

⌗ while kenma may have this unyielding expeession of indifference that hardly ever leaves his face, you never failed to miss that look of childlike wonder that flashed in those golden eyes of his throughout the movie.

⌗ isn’t one for pda but since it’s dark, he held your hand throughout the movie and squeezed it whenever he spotted another reference<3

⌗ the mario high does not die down after the movie so y’all play for a bit on the wii just for nostalgia

⌗ yk when people come off a carnival ride and are all like “let’s do that again” — yeah, that’s him. but with this movie.

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ wasn’t crazy about going to the movie but when you kept begging to go, he just had to give into your pleas if it made you happy

⌗ it was needless to say, he was that meme of spongebob ascending when he heard the songs that were being played — especially when thunderstruck came on during the designing of the karts scene

⌗ “i know they did not just- what is this soundtrack. AND WHY IS IT IN A MARIO MOVIE.”

⌗ cannot choose between the kart scene and the arena fight between mario and donkey kong ( if he had to pick favs )

⌗ the training scene of mario doing the obstacle course had him howling — could not stop laughing and honestly, same.

⌗ comes out of the theater blabbering about everything he saw, acting like the gemini he is capable of being at times and it was just the cutest, rarest sight for you<3

➫ 𝓢𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝓡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ made the FUNNIEST COMMENTS during the movie — istg people started looking at you cuz you could not stop laughing

⌗ “damn, bowser really just got jumped in broad daylight in brooklyn.” or “the fact that nobody said or questioned anything when a bunch of turtles just pulled up rampaging through the city — like just another day in brooklyn.”

⌗ he was LIVING for the shy guy scenes, like when they jumped spike in the streets of brooklyn or made those noises and did the head tilt when luigi was having this very non lgbtq moment with bowser

⌗ saw and heard cranky kong and now kins him just for the sarcasm and dry comments

⌗ he knows the mario brothers rap VERBATIM and sang it when it came on ( also sang the dk one )

⌗ immediately changed his ringtone to the gamecube start up noise when luigi’s phone went off in the movie and downloaded the entire soundtrack on spotify for studying purposes ( totally played it for many more reasons )

    ➫    𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢   𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢   ୨୧   ˎˊ˗

⌗ if you thought you were safe, no you are not. because when i tell you.. he picked up the bowser rizz like a disease ( kuroona fr ).

⌗ the whole “i guess love really makes a guy come out of his shell🥴” — yeah. expect to see him turn to you SPECIFICALLY during that scene ( because he has seen videos ) JUST TO SAY THAT TO YOU.

⌗ you either laughed, smacked his head or deadpanned — the choice is yours.

⌗ he gave you a side eye when mario ended up in the cat suit and me-owed into your ear mockingly before doing that chaotic ass laugh of his

⌗ when you go to shower and get ready for bed, don’t be surprised when you exit and hear piano noises of tetsuro just casually showing off his take on the underground theme

⌗ like tooru, he also sings peaches to you. literally came out of that movie and made bowser his new personality

➫ 𝓣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗢 𝓢𝗔𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ come on now, this weeb is totally a nintendo geek / enthusiast — HE QUITE LITERALLY PUT THE TENDO IN NINTENDO so OF COURSE you guys are going to this movie

⌗ he was very eager and excited to attend, has literally been waiting all his life for this movie to come out- to like finally be MADE

⌗ it was just the cutest sight but he was a MENACE in the theater — literally snickering throughout the movie during every joke or was just pointing every reference

⌗ he did several impressions of toad to get a laugh out of you and honestly you couldn’t help yourself; it was silly and stupid but adorable

⌗ when take on me started playing during the drive with funky kong through the jungle kingdom, he did the high pitched bit from the memes and honestly you had to laugh

⌗ another peaches enthusiast.. “OHHHH PEACHES, PEACHAAAAAAS-” gets the flashlight pointed at him to hush and he covers his mouth before snickering

notes. yes i know this was unhinged and just on a whim but enjoy, thank you and goodnight

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[009720kakashi]

narasnooze

The assistant agreed with a gentle hum and smiled at the different peaceful scenes himself. Peace was definitely a great thing, for everyone. And he did want it, no matter how many times Gengo's poisonous words came back to him every now and then, even with him long locked up and dealt with. Gengo was right; with peace, Shikamaru might not become determined enough to surpass his father, and make him proud. But Gengo was also very much wrong, with many things. Shikamaru wanted absolute peace, more than anything in the world. He wished to see children be excited over wanting to become anything but ninja. Nothing made him happier than overhearing kids say they want to be something else when they grow up. He would welcome the new world, would it come, and smile at the end of the ninja era. Gengo was wrong. Shikamaru looked at Kakashi, listening to his words. His gaze dropped to their drinks once they were placed on their table and then he turned his attention back to the happy people nearby, watching them for a minute or two before turning back to Kakashi. "I think that sounds like a pretty decent idea. We need to come up with something to keep the motivation up to keep up training for those we already have, though. Even the best ones will lose skill if they get too laid back.." "We hold the Chūnin exams in joined agreements with mostly everyone. I don't think that it would be wise to advance that in any way... "Friendly" competition quits being friendly when you reach a certain point." Shikamaru took a first sip of his lemon water, cracked a smile as a few ducks came a bit too close for the elderly men's liking, and they began telling each other to throw the crumbs further away before they got ducks all over themselves. "Well... we won't have to worry about it with Sand, at least. We are on the same page on most things, after all."

“Hmm” he replied with a nod.

“I was wondering about this as well. Training does not replace missions though. Meaning they will probably lose some skill…I know I have before I took over Team 7…though to be fair I also slacked with training…we should go over every active shinobi…pull their files. Some sure can be send in an early retirement with pension naturally. I need to get a better overview over the other teams. I do have with ANBU but let’s go over them as well. I cannot give Jōnin explicit training assignments though… I know I would have been pissed…we will have to trust their common sense there though honestly I do see some slacking…me for instance… As for the academy smaller classes more requirements? Though I’m afraid coming from me that might not go down to well.” People might accuse him of just supporting the exceptionally skilled kids.

“Also…scratch that…Naruto would not have made it in which is ridiculous.” He was thinking out loud, unfiltered. 

“Smaller classes but same requirements? We just have to make other jobs more attractive…one might think they already are considering the ‘early death’ part for many Shinobi…we could also promote the medic route for those suitable.”

The old men made him smile too. It was a very funny sight. 

“Ducks of terror” he said, his gaze still on the men. Kakashi took another sip of the Sake.

“No. Chūnin exams are the most decent exercise we have at the moment. I wish we could pull off something like that for the Jōnin though that would most likely not stay friendly I’m afraid. I was also considering to talk to Gaara about this. All villages face this issue after all. With Gaara as Kazekage Suna has been a trusted ally for years. If we come to an agreement with Suna to reduce Shinobi  we can bring it to the other Kages and get some agreement on the way.”

narasnooze This was nice. This was a really nice spot to sit and enjoy the view. Sometimes he forgot to appreciate and take in just how beautiful this village was. It had changed many times, yes, but everyone took their time to build something equally as pretty as before and sometimes something entirely new. And Nature was outstanding, changing and building itself back up on its own. Shikamaru smiled at the river before turning his head back to Kakashi and the waiter. "Then we'll have that and a lemon water, please." he added, and made sure every document laid perfectly safe in the folders before setting them off on the seat next to him. It'd be such a drag if the win caught some papers and had them flying. He leaned forward to place his elbow on the table and placed his chin in his palm, again gazing out over the view.

He noticed the satisfied look on Shikamaru’s gaze. Seeing him relax for once was a rare sight. It was important to take these moments though. To see what they were for working. On the other side of the river you could see kids playing ninja instead of being ninja. A mother and a father pushing a stroller while eating ice cream and laughing. Two old men feeding ducks. 

“Hmmm…I like peace” he said turning his attention from the kids back to Shikamaru.” It was still a fragile thing that required a lot of work and effort from all sides. Fortunately for now the other Kage’s seemed to like it as well and put in the work. It was a delicate balance to keep. There were less missions and too many Shinobi for now. People needed work though. The village also needed a different way to generate income. So basically Kakashi and Shikamaru were tasks with laying the foundations to remodel the village’s society. 

“I’m considering to shrink the Academy classes” he said out of the blue, catching Shikamaru’s gaze. 

“We are in the ‘unfortunate’ situation that peace is still fragile. There are quite a few not agreeing with it and holding animosities. However there are not enough missions for the Shinobi we have. They are struggling to stay in form with ‘just’ training as it is. Having more and more Genin makes no sense in peace. We need bakers, builders, inventors to build a new economy. However we would need Shinobi in case this breaks down ne? See…I have been working on that lawn…Thoughts?” he asked, looking at Shikamaru. The Sake arrived before Shikamaru replied. The waiter filled their glasses and then disappeared again. Kakashi pulled the mask down and took a sip.

“This is good” he said and did not bother to pull the mask back up. They were pretty much alone anyway. 

[joyaphoria]

the five chances you gave him (3)

pairing: suna x f!reader

summary: suna knew that he was doing something wrong, but he refused to acknowledge it. therefore, you slowly dropped five major hints for him, hoping that he would notice them and take action to fix your broken relationship. suna really did notice them, he just didn’t figure out in time that you were actually going to leave.

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part three: limited interactions

HE wanted to believe that you just didn’t hear him the first time, but he knew that you did. either way, he repeated himself.

“what do you want to watch?” suna asked, occasionally side glancing at you.

you sat next to him on the couch, the space between your bodies painfully obvious. he waited for you to snuggle into him, but he knew that you weren’t going to.

it’s been five days since you last had any kind of physical contact with him, and now he knew for sure that you were distancing yourself.

“it doesn’t matter.” you shrug, scrolling through your phone.

you come across a photo of silly photo of atsumu on your feed, and you let out an airy chuckle before liking the post.

suna looks over at you, his eyes narrowed. “do you even wanna watch a movie?” he scoffs, standing up and tossing the remote on the table. “you’re pissing me off.”

“excuse me?” you furrow your eyebrows and stand up, glaring straight at him. “i’m pissing you off?” you snicker and shake your head. “you don’t get to fucking talk!”

“i don’t get to talk?!” his voice raising as he followed you to the bedroom. “i’m making a fucking effort and you’re probably fantasizing about atsumu right next to me!”

you stop in your tracks at that, slapping a hand across his face. “you’re fucking kidding me, right?” you want to do anything—most of all laugh at him, but you’re past that. “now you’re making an effort? where was that effort for all those fucking months? huh, rin?”

you shoved him out of your way as you walked over to the closet to find a backpack. “so what? you’re packing up and leaving?” he chuckles, his fists clenched at his sides.

“i’m staying at mei’s for a bit because i’m fucking tired of you!” you turn around to scream in his face, before walking around him and throwing your dresser open, random shirts and pants stuffed into your bag or launched on the floor. “with your nonsense about fantasizing about ‘tsumu... i bet atsumu wouldn’t treat me like this!”

everything went quiet, except the sound of clothes being packed. it had slipped passed your lips—you didn’t mean it.

“what the fuck did you just say?” his breaths are heavy now, and your pinned between him and your dresser—except it wasn’t an arousing situation—no, his eyes were filled with rage, and you would be lying if you said you weren’t afraid of him like this.

“i said, atsumu wouldn’t treat me like this.” now you’re all in his face, because you weren’t a pussy. “get away from me, you fucking bastard.” you shove him off of you, storming your way to the bathroom.

“you’re a fucking whore, you know that?” he growls, watching tears stream down your face in the bathroom mirror as you dig through the drawers for a spare toothbrush.

“i’m the whore? well guess what! this whore waits up for you every night and tolerates your shitty behaviour!” you shriek, unashamed of the droplets falling helplessly down your face. “i do anything, everything, but you can’t even acknowledge it!”

he’s quiet at that, cause he knows it’s true.

he watches as you make your way out of the room, and waits a few minutes until he hears the front door slam shut.

suna really was worried, but he knew that he didn’t have a reason to be. it wasn’t the first time that both of your built up emotions have exploded altogether, always ending with a slam of the door—except it was always you leaving.

although suna has never laid a hand on you—and never will—you never wanted to stick around for things to get worse—worser than it’s been before.

it was all just insults—insults casually thrown around like they were nothing, despite the fact that each word carried a strong burden with it.

the regrets never seemed to tame your minds—not until you were apart.

that’s when suna finally fell down onto the bed, his head between his hands. it was a yell he decided to let out—this time with a random object thrown onto the floor, accompanied with a glass shattering\.

it was a picture frame—one with you and suna smiling at an amusement park. you were both happy then. he wanted to know what changed.

while he broke another picture frame, you sat with mei, balling your eyes out.

“shh... don’t worry, i’m here.” mei comforted you, rubbing circles on your back as you cried on her floor.

“i just want to stop fighting with him.” you sobbed out. “i want everything to be okay again.”

“oh baby, everything is okay!” she reassures you. “if this is how things are meant to play out, then it is what it is. remember what the kind lady at the cafe said.”

“but i don’t want what she said to be true.”

after a few days had passed, suna was sure you weren’t gonna come back, until he heard the front door open.

he hopped up from the bed—glad that he had cleaned the house the other day—and walked out the bedroom, where he found you taking off your shoes.

“hey.” he mumbled, and you didn’t respond to him.

you removed the backpack and left it by the door, walking over to him. “can we talk?” he asked, watching as you passed right by him, entering into the bedroom with a quick “no, thanks.”

“please?” he pressed on, but you shook your head, crawling into your side of the bed.

“night, rin.” you whispered.

he was okay, though. he was sure that you would want to talk to him in the morning.

except you didn’t. 

now, he had this scene that play over and over, every single night. 

he would come home from practice, but you wouldn’t be in the same place as usual. you weren’t sitting at the table waiting for him with dinner ready—no, you were always either bathing, or already asleep.

did he not mean that much to you anymore, that you didn’t need to make sure he came home?

who was he to complain though? he took advantage of your love for him, with all the endless nights that he stayed out. why did he deserve to have someone to make sure that he came home safe?

but even so, as he came home from work today, he wished that he was still deserving of your love.

he wished that he could see you smile at him from your same spot at the table, with a “hey rin, how was practice?”

but that wasn’t what was really bothering him.

it was the fact that there was always food in the fridge for him to microwave after a long day. the fact that the laundry was always done, and that his clothes were always washed for him to use again.

it was the fact that every morning when he would wake up with no one beside him, there would still be a plate of breakfast left on the table for him, with a note saying “make sure you eat, rin.”

it was the fact that even if the love would probably be lost one day, you still cared for him. even if you rarely spoke to him since that last argument, you still secretly took care of him.

it was the fact that every now and then, he got the urge to wrap his arms around you, and to cuddle you once again. he wanted to laugh with you, and to go on cheesy dates with you, and to once again do what normal couples do.

it was the fact that only as your relationship began to crumble to the ground, had he began to realize that he still loved you.

shit—he still loved you.

but it was too late.

[princesuna]

suna doesn’t really get sleeping w/ stuffed animals, but you explain that hugging something soft helps you sleep. he knows how much trouble you have sleeping so he kinda gets it, but still doesn’t fully understand. one day, you gifted him the fox version of your stuffed animal b/c it reminded you of him. to be honest, you just thought it would be cute for you two to have matching ones. you told him he doesn’t have to sleep w/ it and he can leave it somewhere in his room. when he looks at it, he can think of you. suna misses you more than usual one night and decides to go to sleep hugging the fox plushie. somehow...he falls asleep faster...sleeps a little better. he then steals your stuffed animal and swaps it w/ his so that you both can fall asleep to each other’s scent.

you almost kill him for kidnapping your precious baby though...

[emmyrosee]

HAI EMMY!!! i've always wanted to send this request since it's been on the back of my mind for a while now;;

i just wanna know how kita shinsuke would act if he had a crush. likeeee would he be straightforward about it, or would he shy away from his feelings, OR OR OR IMAGINE IF HE BECAME ALL CLUMSY BECAUSE READER HAS SUCH A SOFT SPOT IN HIS PURE LITTLE HEART. AUGUAHAHHUH he's so cute and pinchable it hurts.

you don't have to tend to this request right away, of course. ^^ I JUST HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL AND PLSPLSPLS DO STAY HYDRATED!!! ・゜(。┰ω┰。).・゜

*sneezes* you got me in my feelings mate 🥺❤️❤️ also this is pre-timeskip bc I needed the boys for support dont @ me

Because kita shinsuke- the man, the myth, the love of my life and the reason I wake up in the morning…

Is SO. DANG. BAD. when it comes to having a crush, because all his steadiness and confidence and grounding is completely gone, and he turns into a mess. With most feelings, it’s easy for him, the love he feels for his granny is complete adoration, his teammates are admiration, and you… he doesn’t know what you are, because you feel different than he is used to.

All his ducks were lined up if anyone were to ask how his emotions were sorted. Then you came along out of seemingly no where.

He doesn’t know what happened; he’s known you for years, you’ve been in similar classes and know each others name, but then you started showing up when Suna Rintaro came along, even sitting quietly at practice while the second-year played. While people noticed your arrival- namely the twins- Suna would immediately shut them down with a snap of his fingers and a dominating “absolutely not.”

From then, Kita just assumed you were off limits. Not that he had specific feelings for you regardless, but he kept his distance just in case.

One day, Rintaro fell at practice and twisted his ankle, and while you had indeed helped him to the bench and laid ice on it, your scolding was just a loud hiss as practice continued.

He… liked, that you weren’t going to sugar coat the magnitude of injuries.

After that, for some unholy reason, you’ve absolutely plagued his mind.

His serves are off, he’s working harder and harder in practice as if to impress you, talking more in class for you to hear his voice. He tries to find shoes to make him look taller, shirts that tone him a bit more, he tries to style his hair a little different, anything and everything to be more visible to you.

All that seems to do, however, is make the twins notice him.

“You could be a long lost twin,” Osamu snickers on a rare day you’re not at practice, taking a sip from his water. He raises his hands in defense when Kita shoots him a small glare, “I’m serious! Cant say I don’t appreciate the style but… why?”

“Because captain’s in looooove,” Atsumu sings, dramatically resting his head on Kita’s shoulder. Kita blinks down unamused at the blonde, but everyone sees right through him as his back tenses and eyes blow out slightly. His cheeks give a small flush, and he’s so full of it, it hurts.

“Being in love implies that there’s a two party consent,” he defends. “I have absolutely no indication that she has any feelings other than platonic for me.”

“Not true! Suna’s in love with you!”

“AM NOT!”

“See? The love Suna has for me, is not part of a two party consent. Not quite the same as being in love.”

“KITA-SAN?!”

Kita ignores the completely offended middle blocker, giving Atsumu a small shrug of his shoulder to make him raise his head. The setter does, but not without continuing the conversation, “come onnnn! What have you got to lose by confessing? Huh? Plus you gotta be in love, because you’re so nervous for those feelings to not be mutual, if you weren’t you wouldn’t care!”

And gosh, he does have Kita there. Why do you make him so nervous? Truly! Maybe it’s his fault, perhaps he sees you as a fond younger class man, despite being in the same years… in… fact you may be older than him? But that’s beside the point,

“You know Kita-San, I’ve never seen you so… out of it,” Osamu continues. “You’re usually like, cold and stoic and straightforward-“

“Benched me three practices ago when I kept fooling around,” Suna snickers.

“Yeah! Now you’re smiling at your phone and laughing more during drills at our crap and just… happier. It’s strange.”

A thick brow cocks in confusion for Osamu’s words, “im… I didn’t think those were bad characteristics to have?”

Finally, to mend the situation, Aran sighs and stands up to clap Kita on the back, “I think what our eloquent second hears are trying to say, is that she’s good for you… maybe you pursue something with her and get some answers.”

Maybe he should.

Kita thinks he should sleep on it.

But in fact, all Kita does is toss and turn. All night. Thinking about all the outcomes if he does, or doesn’t, confess to you and how you may or may not feel about him in return.

In fact, Kita spends the whole rest of the day thinking and day dreaming about you and the mere idea that you could return any of the affections he could share. He shambles uncharacteristically like a zombie, a complete 180 from his usual composed self.

With all love in the world… you’re ruining his life.

He’s barely able to comprehend his movements, if he didn’t have a team relying on him, he’d immediately try to go home for the day and shake whatever remnants of you are on his mind.

His team, who look at him with cocked brows as Kita enters the gym with a massive, book in his hand; and listen… he doesn’t really know where he got it either.

But it has your name on it. He can’t remember if you left it, or forgot it, or… honestly, he may have stole the thing on a subconscious whim to talk to you.

Either way, he’s got it and not you.

“Whatcha got there, cap?”

“Her book,” he says flatly. “She… left it on her desk… I think. She needs it for her homework.” He looks at the second year who’s glancing back up at him with sharp eyes. “I was wondering if you could bring it to her on your walks home.”

“Or,” Suna says, hopping back onto his feet once his shoes are tied. “You could return it, and maybe then tell her how you feel?” He takes out his phone and immediately, his fingers start to fly.

“Oh… I’m not sure about that-“

“Too late,” he says indifferently. “I already texted her that you were on your way; she was on her way here after digging for it, so,” he claps his captain on the back. “Have at thee.”

Kita sighs in defeat, “remind me to force a phone-ban when I get back.”

“That’s my captain,” Suna teases. But he does send Kita an encouraging push on his back, and the captain takes a deep breath before shuffling out.

And his thoughts of what to say run over and over and over and over again, creating a string of words to fire out at anything and everything you could say.

He just wants to confess at this point. He can’t go on being so stiff and distracted; he needs you to either like him back, or reject him.

That, of course, dissipates when he sees you on the other end of the hall.

Your face brightens up as you see him, bouncing relieved on your toes and he approaches with his usual small smile.

“You are a godsend,” you praise, and Kita’s ears turn hot pink at your words. “I just completely blanked on grabbing it, thank you, thank you.”

“It’s no trouble,” he assures. He then swallows thickly as he continues to watch you place the book in your bag and then trying to make your way to the gym to watch Suna and the boys.

He, subconsciously, steps in front of you.

“Kita-San?”

“I… think you look pretty today,” he says, gnawing his lip and keeping very intense eye contact with you. You tip your head and, in an attempt to ease his nerves, crack a joke.

This, evidently, was a bad idea.

“Huh. Am I not pretty everyday?”

You almost hear the whimper in his throat, and before you can tell him that you’re just joking, the word fountains turn on and he’s off.

“Of course you are! It’s just that today in class, I couldn’t stop glancing over at you and the way you were chewing on your pen- because even though that’s bad for your teeth it made you look positively focused and your eyes were kept on the board and no one else and I couldn’t help but look at you because I like the way you look when your focused, I like the way you look when you do anything-“ he takes a deep breath while you blink in surprise.

“Kita-San?”

“-And I don’t know how to stop liking the way that you look but the way that it’s making me feel is making me feel confused and almost a little frightened because I’ve never had these feelings before but apparently Suna has similar feelings and according to Atsumu that’s normal to have feelings that may be unreciprocated-“

“Kita-San!”

“-But he’s the one that encouraged me to do this because I’ve been such a fool with everything I do because I can’t stop thinking about you and Atsumu said that it’s easier to get an answer rather than guess and-“ there’s small snickering around the corner, and the shy, rambling Kita snaps back to his usual composed, captain form, “atsumu, I hear you over there. 50 push ups and 3 laps around the court when I come back to practice!”

“Suna’s here too!” A voice whines.

“Then both of you! OUT!”

There’s a dash of sneakers down the hallway. He takes a deep breath and finally looks back at you, completely flushed and out of breath from the past minute and a half.

He clears his throat before he cards his hair back, “for… for reference, I have no desire of pursuing a relationship with Suna.”

You blink. Then, you snort to try and hide a giggle.

Then, you’re laughing, you’re laughing straight into his face and clutching your sides, and he could almost cry from embarrassment, swallowing thickly and looking down the hall where the twins were hiding.

“I understand,” he says quietly. “I do hope you continue to support our team-“

“Kita-San,” you say, trying to gather yourself. You reach for his hand, which is clammy and he feels bad for, but you don’t seem to mind. “I’m laughing because I like you too; I’m always staring at you too, Mr. Perfect, even when you do see it.” You plant a small kiss to his knuckles and he nearly faints.

“I was laughing, because Suna is basically obsessed with you, I tease him for it constantly on our walks home; just the idea that you had to clarify to me that you were indifferent towards that was just silly.” He opens and closes his mouth like a fish to try and reply, but you shake your head with a smile, “I like the way you look. I like the way you put your heart and soul into everything you do. I like the way you always have some money incase someone needs something for the vending machine.” You beam up at him, and he feels like he’s floating, but he finally cracks a smile back, and when you open your palm in an attempt to initiate hand-holding, he laces his fingers with yours happily.

As you walk down the hall, only the sound of footsteps ring through the air, and kita is happy, he’s thrilled that not only do you feel the same, but you had no judgement towards him. You liked him for all the reasons he couldn’t see, and that meant the world to him.

Then, you hum, and he casts you a look.

“Is it really that bad to chew on the end of your pen?”

“Horrendous,” he chuckles. “The enamel of your teeth wears down.” You laugh and shake your head at the silly fact.

“But that’s okay,” he continues. “I like when you do it. It’s endearing.”

[darkmegs]

THEIR “FANGIRL” ACTUALLY LIKES YOU, NOT HIM!! (oikawa, atsumu, and suna)

warning: gn!reader, crack, some pouty boyos!. a random idea i thought of~

[ part 2 (sugawara and iwaizumi) ]

OIKAWA TOORU

“i swear if they don’t leave in 60 seconds, i’m going to serve a ball towards them.”

leaning against the bus with crossed arms, you watched the herd of squealing girls surrounding your boyfriend. iwaizumi is right by your side, glaring at the sight of his best friend being showered with affection and treats.

he scoffed, “yeah? well i’m waiting for 15 seconds.”

you popped your head into the bus, “mattsun! toss me a ball! a warning sign is needed for this.”

hanamaki leaned forward from his seat, “don’t you think hitting the girls with a volleyball is a tad bit excessive?” he asked.

you caught the ball matsukawa threw your way, “who said i was aiming for the girls?”

hanamaki laughed, “that’s our manager.” he remarked, before settling back into his seat.

“iwa, those 15 seconds up yet?” you asked, moving the ball from hand to hand.

“definitely.”

“2 meat buns if i hit his back.” you voiced, adjusting your stance.

“5 if you get his head. it’ll help shrink his big ass ego.” iwaizumi offered.

you chuckled, “you’re on.”

then, in the blink of an eye, the ball hurled towards oikawa. a loud thud! when it met the back of his head. the crowd gasped loudly, taking a step back.

“what the actual hell, iwa?” oikawa called out, rubbing the painful spot as he turned around.

“it was me, shittykawa.”

oikawa felt chills run down his spine. there was only one thing he feared more than failure, and that’s you.

specifically, angry you.

he gulped nervously, before cracking a nervous chuckle, “haha…g-good shot, y/n-chan...have you been practicing?”

“…get in the bus.”

“yes, y/n-chan.”

he sheepishly bid his fangirls goodbye, “sorry to cut this short, ladies. wish us luck on our game.”

high-pitched whines of protest began to erupt as oikawa trudged towards the bus with his head hanging low.

he peeked up once he neared closer to you, only to be met with your hellish gaze. he quickly ducked back down, choosing to walk past you without a word.

iwaizumi followed right after, kicking the setter’s butt as he stepped onto the bus, making him stagger with a whimper.

“w-wait!!”

the three of you turned around and see a girl —most likely a first year— with pigtails and a maroon bow in her hair. she looked incredibly skittish, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as her legs shook in place.

“sorry, but we have to go now.” iwazumi told her, forcibly shoving oikawa to get inside the bus.

oikawa waved to the girl, “sorry, i can’t stay any lon—“

“y/n-senpai!!!”

startled, you all froze and stared at her with wide eyes. you stood there, confused as to why she wanted to speak to you.

“uhh…yes?” you asked.

“i-i-i…i love you!!”

before you could even fully digest her confession, you felt her arms thrown around you in a clinging hug. she buried the side of her face in your chest, her grip tightening.

“hey! y/n’s mine!!” oikawa attempted to go at the first year, but iwaizumi kept him back; like a vexed chihuahua being held by his owner.

“y/n-senpai, if you will, please be with me! oikawa-san doesn’t deserve you!” the girl wailed against you.

“you little brat! y/n-chan loves me! y/n, tell her!” he fought back, a deep pout hanging on lips.

“umm…i’m sorry but, i’m currently dating crappykawa.” you said.

“currently?!” oikawa screamed.

“so you have no problem with y/n calling you crappykawa, loserkawa?” hanamaki snickered. oikawa grew red and huffed.

“b-but…” tears began to well in the girl’s eyes. she sniffled and her sleeve quickly came up to wipe her nose.

“what’s your name?”

the girl cowered at your voice, letting out an anxious squeak! when she finally registered your words.

“hashimoto…s-sakura…” she murmured, quietly.

“may i call you sakura-chan?”

“eh?!”

the thunderstruck expression she wore can only compete with the one adorning oikawa’s baffled face.

“you don’t even know her!” he gasped.

you ignored the pattering nonsense that left oikawa’s mouth and put your hands over sakura’s trembling fists.

“i can’t date you, but i’ll tell you what. if stupidkawa ever makes me angry, i’ll let you serve a volleyball at his head.”

you heard the roaring laughter bellow from hanamaki and matsukawa’s chests at your words. from the corner of your eye, you saw a sullen oikawa.

“so violent…” he mumbled, shivering in place.

“y-you’ll teach me how to serve?” sakura repeated, her mouth parted in awe.

you nodded, “but not right now; we’ve got a game to catch. so if you’ll excuse us…”

you patted the top of her head and stepped around a slack-jawed oikawa to enter the bus.

“move your ass, we don’t have time.” iwaizumi aggressively kneed him in the back to walk forward, before turning to sakura with a slightly softer attitude.

“we’ll catch you later, future mrs. l/n.”

“iwa-chan!!!”

MIYA ATSUMU

“atsumu, have ya recently done anything notable?”

atsumu tapped his chin at kita’s odd question, “besides my killer serves this game, i can’t think of anythin’.”

“or at all.” osamu muttered as he took a sip of water. atsumu threw a spiteful glare his way.

“why do ya ask?” the blond questioned.

“a girl in the stands has been staring at ya from the very start of the game.” kita voiced his keen observation to the setter.

the two turned their heads towards the crowd, and surely enough, there was indeed a girl staring down at them.

suna, who just so happened to be passing by the pair, stopped in his tracks and squinted his eyes to catch what was so interesting.

“is she…is she holding a megaphone?” he noted.

atsumu hummed at suna’s comment, before sighing. “oh, i see what’s happening.”

“ya do?” kita asked him.

“of course! she’s gonna confess to me. trust me, it happens all the time.” he confidently replied with a smirk. his eyes suddenly darkened and his voice dropped an octave, “…as long as they don’ do it while i’m servin’.”

suna snorted through his nose at the ridiculous conclusion atsumu came to, before walking away just as easily as he had walked in.

“is y/n-san alright with that?” kita wondered.

you stood nearby and were able to hear their conversation. you spoke up without taking your eyes off the clipboard you were writing on. “i really don’t care.”

+

the inarizaki team members flopped onto the benches with heavy sighs.

“you guys played great,” you said, scribbling their points down in the first set. “one more set and you’ll have the win.”

lowering his water bottle, suna elbowed atsumu, who was wiping the sweat off his neck with a towel, and gestured towards the stands.

“’bout to happen~” atsumu mentioned.

“the confession?” aran asked. word spreads around quick, huh?

atsumu nodded, his eyes closed in arrogance. they watched just as the girl took a deep breath and raised the megaphone to her lips.

“can i have your attention?”

the booming voice made the crowd quiet down, a few murmurs and whispers being traded among them. aran and suna glanced at each other, a bit shocked.

“what did i say?” atsumu remarked.

“atsumu-kun!!” the girl shouts.

“here it comes…”

“i’m in love… with your s/o!!!”

“see? i told ya— WAIT WHAT?!?!”

the entire gymnasium turned to you at the surprising revelation. the pen you were holding falls from your fingers, the sound of it hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls.

“atsumu, close yer mouth before the flies get in.” kita nonchalantly told him, as suna filmed the setter’s more than entertaining reaction.

“well, y/n-san? what do you say?” the girl asked, the sharp static from her megaphone made you wince.

“uhhh…”, you met osamu’s eyes, he hands you a megaphone he took from one of the crowd members. you accepted it, whispering a small mention of gratitude to the grey-haired boy. you turned it on, the piercing noise making everyone cover their ears for a moment.

“…i’m not interested, sorry!!”

the crowd erupted in gasps, loud exchanges of whispers flooding the gym. the girl lowered her megaphone in defeat, she was about to walk away when she heard sounds of struggling.

“h-hey little girl! if ya try makin’ moves on y/n aga—“

“atsumu-kun, cut it out!”

“’m just protecting what’s mine!”

the bold girl spoke into the megaphone again, “y/n doesn’t belong to anyone! you might’ve won this round, miya atsumu—“

atsumu lowered the megaphone and incredulously whispered, “this round?!”

“—but y/n will reciprocate my feelings! one day! you just wait!!”

and with that, the girl marched off. her head held high and her face expressing nothing but determination. when the doors closed behind her, the team turned to you.

“…that was something, huh?” you laughed, nervously.

the referee blew the whistle, signaling the start of the second set. the team hurriedly jogged back to center court, a pouting atsumu plodding right behind them. you rolled your eyes and rubbed his back reassuringly when he walked by you.

“remind me to send you the video.” suna told you with a wink before sauntering away.

“ya better delete that, suna! ‘else i’m not settin’ to ya anymore!!”

SUNA RINTAROU

“there’s a ‘‘sunarin’’ fan club?”

your boyfriend had intended to mention it as a throwaway comment, something to briefly make fun of. but it seemed like your interest had been piqued.

“uhh yeah…” suna answered, “why? you jealous?”

you scoffed, “i’m just curious as to how the school approved it.”

he shrugged his shoulder, “dunno. i don’t even think the school looks into most clubs, they’re mostly interested in the sports teams.”

you hummed, not thinking much of it. you handed suna the drink you got him from the vending machine, leaning back against his chest as you two laid sprawled out under a tree near the gym.

he took a sip and rested his chin on your shoulder. you closed your eyes in content, satisfied with how comfortable it was being engulfed in his warmth.

then, you heard the sound of unified footsteps, almost like a marching army. you looked up and saw rows of girls, all wearing matching t-shirts, with signs and gifts at hand.

“shit,” suna muttered.

“what?”

“those girls—” he paused to let out a heavy sigh, “—that’s the fan club.”

you sat up, deeply engaged now. “no way, they have your name and face on the back of their t-shirts.” you observed, with a laugh.

suna groaned, dragging the hood of his jacket over his face in order to conceal himself from their prying eyes. when he had first heard about the fan club from the miya twins, he was mildly amused. he often passed by their club room, dropping in a few times; pretending he was lost or asking about someone, just to entertain the whole charade.

but the whole thing ended up backfiring, as the girls grew even more obsessed with him. they would show up at practice just to watch him, or stagger into his classroom in packs to bombard him with sweets and love letters.

“one of them is coming over!”

suna groaned, “you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“h-hi.”

he looked up at the girl with boring eyes, his hood falling off. her breath hitched and she averted her gaze.

deciding to speak to her instead of your boyfriend, who can often come off as cold and dry, you smiled warmly, “hi there, do you need anything?”

her head snapped up at your voice. the heat flooded her cheeks and she turned red. with trembling breaths, she began to stutter something out.

“i-i’m…”

she suddenly bowed at an exaggeratedly deep angle, her face practically meeting her knees.

“i-ishida mei! from class 1-3, nice to meet you!!”

the pair of you were startled at her introduction. it went quiet for a moment, before you cleared your throat.

“nice to meet you…ishida-chan…” you slowly said, unsure of how to respond. you nudged suna in the torso, forcing him to say the same.

“delighted.” he answered, curtly.

upon hearing his voice, mei raised her head, a solemn look on her features. “suna rintarou, from class 2-1. we finally meet.”

suna quirked his eyebrows at the serious tone she had. you glanced between them, incredibly confused as to what was happening.

“can i help you, kid?”

“rin…” you scolded, lowly.

“look, if you’re gonna confess your love to me or something, just do it now. i’m trying to enjoy my lunch break.” he told her, bluntly.

but what shocked you both, was when she started laughing. her head thrown back as the menacing, almost belittling chuckles left her lips.

“confess? to you? don’t be ridiculous, silly volleyball player.” she mocked.

her eyes shifted to you, and you gulped nervously. she smiled and her features softened, “i’m here to proclaim my love for you, y/n-sama.”

with eyes as wide as saucers, you stared at her in complete disbelief. suna scoffed, letting go of you and standing up. the sight was nothing less than comedic. a 185.7 cm middle blocker, towering over a nearly 153 cm first year, the two glaring daggers at each other.

“i’m afraid “y/n-sama” is not available.” he stated.

“that can be easily fixed.”

he tilted his head, “are you threatening me?”

she snickered, “oh don’t flatter yourself, you’re eons behind the worth of indulging my wrath.”

she grew bored exchanging meaningless words with suna, so she looked back at you. crouching, she gently took a hold of your hand.

“y/n-sama, you’re nothing less than a dream. therefore, you deserve nothing less than a romantic love story. i can provide that and make you change your mind about this unfavorable boy.”

you blinked, “i’m really sorry—“

“you’re not, but go on.” suna cut in. mei shot him a dirty look for interrupting.

“i can’t be with you, ishida-chan…” you told her with a grimace.

she retracted her hand and nodded, “i see…”

“seems like you’ve got your answer, bye now.” suna addressed.

“suna rintarou, from class 2-1,” she turned to him, “you might feel victorious now, but you’ll be hearing more from me in due time.”

after bowing one last time to you, she twirled on her heels and marched away. now that her back was visible, you noticed the t-shirt she was wearing. It was the same as the one suna’s fangirls wore, but hers had a big red ‘X’ etched over his face.

suna scoffed, “nice shirt!” he called out, sarcastically.

“i’ll make one for y/n-sama!”

he rolled his eyes and muttered, “brat.”

thank you for reading! this was definitely not proofread, sorry for any mistakes >:(

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[scandeniall]

Attentive boyfriends — Suna and Sakusa

a/n: random drabbles of 2 of my top 5 boys being attentive . Sakusa my be ooc since I havent written for him in a while

warnings: like 1-2 curses. You’re adults/old enough to be at a bar. Not edited

Suna: Attentive bf Suna who notices how different you are when you slip back into the booth after running to the bathroom on your night out with friends. It’s not super obvious but he knows you and notices how you pause just a second longer before jumping in the conversation. He notices the hitch in your breath every so often and can feel how you shift in the seat every so often and your secret glance at the clock on your phone. The arm he’d previously had resting at the top of the booth comes around your shoulder his nails grazing gently along your shoulder while he halfway finishes his sentence. After the next person chimes in he ducks his lips towards your ear to mumble “you good?” He can tell that despite your answer reassurance that you are in fact not good and that he needs to get you out of the bar. He interrupts whatever story whatever friend is telling with “gotta go grab some shit out the car. Be back” while simultaneously helping you up his hand immediately attaching itself to your back as you navigate out. Once the two of you are in the emptier parking lot his hand slips unused your shirt to rest warmly on your waist. He can feel how you relax just the slightest before speaking “Whats up? We can leave right now just say the word and it’s done.” 100% willing to leave with no goodbyes. Just texts someone as soon as y’all are back home.

Sakusa: Attentive bf Sakusa who has you as his plus one to a gala and who hadn’t seen you half the night. But when he does he finally can immediately tell you’re exhausted as you laugh at the joke of another player’s significant other. He’ll excuse himself from whatever conversation he’s been dragged into and make his way over to you. Let’s you lean against him while taking your champagne flute as you wrap up the conversation. Once your 3rd party disappears he’s facing you and placing a quick kiss on your temple before asking if you’re ready to leave. Will stop you if you try to say he should stay a bit longer and mingle more. “You’re about to fall asleep standing up and you want to stay,” with a eyebrow raise. He’ll smile at your breathless laugh that you suppose he’s right before you tell him to at least go say his goodbyes. Reluctantly agrees and gives you his jacket with a promise of making it quick. Rushes through the goodbyes and good nights he hardly wanted to do in the first place. He’d much rather spend the night with you anyways.

[aftersamu]

GENRE: fluff / angst PAIRING: suna x gn!reader

being with suna has been nothing but perfect, but despite the state of wanderlust you seem to have lived in – everything suddenly became so scary, so real. where that euphoric feeling quickly turned overwhelming.

plagued by your anxieties that sooner or later this relationship would end, that someone, you, would pull apart and cause the downward spiral.

currently, laying in suna's bed; he's curled up against you. arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your chest – sleeping peacefully through the movie. having missed the ending and half the plot.

looking out the open window, staring at the night sky – illuminated by the stars and the moon. feeling the need to cry, stupid moon in pisces. you shouldn't even need to cry, suna's never done anything to hurt you.

he genuinely cared.

you loved, love, his little attempts at baking for you, or when he'd come home excited to re-watch one of your favourite movies together. or even the way he'd hold onto your hand when in crowded places so he won't lose you.

it's like reality is now hitting you.

things can disappear so quickly, that in a blink of an eye you could be ducking your head in public trying to hide from suna after messing everything up.

he's too good, he should leave now before it's too late. relationships never last more than a year or two, that's how things have always been.

"shit," you mutter, wiping away your tears before they have the chance to spill. "this is so pathetic," quietly laughing to yourself.

"oh shit," suna mumbles. "did i sleep through the movie?"

running your hand through his hair, "it's fine rin – you've seen it a million times before."

"still," he says, snuggling closer to you, "i missed the makeover scene."

looking down at him, a smile creeping onto your face, heart warming in your chest and stomach erupting with butterflies. even the smallest things he does hits you like a tidal wave.

for now, we're going to ignore the old belief that butterflies are just your karmic self warning you about a past that already happened.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🦊Being Inarizaki's Manager 🦊

🐰Having a Manager who adored animals🐶

Inarizaki x Gender Neutral Manager

Warnings: sensitive material including mentions of animals deaths

A/N: This is a special request by @simp-s-for-yandere-s! I tried making the manager gender neutral this time around!

Yn you are one lucky manager ❤️

Seriously I'm just going to say

Inarizaki is probably one of the top 3 teams to manage for

Yes you have to deal with Atsumu 🙄

But like you have Kita, Suna, Michinari, Omimi, Osamu, Aran AND Ginjima

And if there is one thing these idiots guys can handle it's a Atsumu's drama

Like seriously YN don't even worry about Atsumu

Just occasionally praise him and water/feed him

Kita and Aran are absolute ROCKS

These boys will drop anything to help you out 😍

No joke

Sure they may grumble or complain but they won't ever deny you assistance

They know just how sweet and amazing their precious YN is

They are fiercely protective of you

Like you can tell them you are fine but that just goes over their heads ✈️

Like in one ear and out the other without even stopping to buffer

Like we've all heard of "alpha males"

Inarizaki is the DEFINITION of alpha males

They will follow you everywhere and do everything in their power to protect you from physical harm

Stick with me, I'm getting to the point

When it's come to physical confrontation, they out their chests and ✨hoover✨

However 👀

When it comes to emotional protection and understanding, these boys are taken aback

Please don't get me wrong

Kita and Aran are absolutely fantastic

Even Michinari, Omimi, Ginjima and Suna know how sort of what to do

Atsumu and Osamu not so much 😬

But we will get to them later

Their first experience with your fierce love of animals came when you walked by a pet store

The boys were walking and made it an entire block past the pet store before they even noticed you weren't with them

"Where's YN?" Michinari says in panic

Literally they all stop and scan instantly

Atsumu sees you because he has fantastic eye sight 👁

Setter perks 💅

Osamu and Atsumu race to you 🏃‍♂️

Literally brace yourself YN

They stop right in front of you

Your eyes look up to them

"🥺 look at the kittens 🥺"

LOCK 👏🏻 DOWN 👏🏻 IT👏🏻 YN👏🏻

They boys will just stare at you as their hearts melt

Seriously they're ruined

They are totally getting you a kitten YN

The pull you have 💅

After that, they truly begin to understand your fierce desire to love and care for animals

Every dog that crosses your path 👉🏻 endless pets

Every cat 👉🏻 they cannot contain their purrs 🐱

Every squirrel 👉🏻 legit sits right next to you on a bench 🐿

Every duck 👉🏻 bellies gully after you feed them your old bread 🦆

Move over Snow White, we got a new animal whisperer in town 🙌🏻

The boys are in awe of how amazing you are with animals and how much they seem to love you too

It literally brings so much joy to their hearts

Even Atsumu's cold grinch heart grows 3 sizes 😩

You can't convince me he's not a grinch 🙅‍♀️

Look at the man he radiates grinch energy

NE WAYS these boys love to see you happy

Now picture this

You are walking through the park with Atsumu and Osamu

They are fighting of course 🙄

Would you expect less?

Suddenly, you stop immediately 🙅‍♀️

Atsumu and Osamu keep walking

Legit they are lost in their own world

Suddenly you scream and shout at them to stop as you come flying up besides them

You crouch down a few feet in front of them

Osamu and Atsumu are so confused

Atsumu actually thinks you are just tying your shoe laces 🤚🏻

Suddenly they hear you start to cry

Atsumu is frozen because like why are you crying?

Osamu at least has the sense to approach you

"Yn what's wrong?"

He sees you crouched over a little bird who is laying deceased in the middle of the walking trail

You are an absolute mess 😭

Honestly sweet bby I don't blame you 🥺

"This poor sweet bird" you coo as Osamu looks to Atsumu

Like I said, worst possible duo to handle emotion outside of Kags and Hinata

Osamu won't say anything

Atsumu on the other hand 🤦‍♀️

"Yn it's just a bird, it happens"

Wrong thing to say

Someone smack him

Osamu 👉🏻 👊🏻👦🏼

"Owe you dumb-"

Osamu just jabs his brother as he looks at you now sitting by the bird

Osamu decides they need reinforcements

Like the twins share one working brain cell and Osamu has it

He goes to text the group chat

Before he can even do it, kita is in chat asking what's wrong

Like his YN sense is tingling

He just ✨knows✨

Osamu 👉🏻 "YN needs help"

These boys drop EVERYTHING AND RUN

Osamu sends the location but they don't need it

Suna has everyone's phones tracked 📱

Tell me he doesn't, I dare you

He does it for fun and because Atsumu has lost his phone more than once

Kita is speed walking because he doesn't want to arouse suspicion

Aran, Ginjima, and Michinari are running

They have zero chill

Omimi and Suna are walking but at like a steady pace

They conserve energy ok because someone needs to have control 💁

They pull up and see you crying by the animal

⚠️EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY⚠️

Aran, Kita and Michinari got this

Michinari will sit beside you and give you a hug 🫂

Sweet angel is the most sensitive

Kita is already planning a little memorial service for the bird

He sends Omimi, Suna and Ginjima to the store for supplies

Aran is like the overall calming presence

When the squad returns, Kita will help you pick the perfect spot to lay the precious being to rest ❤

Seriously this man is so thoughtful

Don't worry, Atsumu and Osamu will keep quiet

Like I genuinely think they would be respectful

As much of a self centered jerk Atsumu can be at times, I think the mans would actually be really sweet

When you ask "I don't understand why this happens?"

They all go silent 😶

Like they want to give you an answer but they don't know what to say

Aran steps up to the plate 🙌🏻

Thank god because nobody else has the tact to explain things like Aran does

Aran will give you an honest yet sincere answer

One thay makes you nod and ask for a hug

Seriously they are all amazing huggers YN go to any of them 😍

Afterwards, they will truly try to make you feel better

Osamu is going to suggest food

Like come on now did anyone have any doubts?

"Food sounds great" 😊

Hearts 👉🏻 melted ♥️

Seriously YN these guys would do anything for you

You are one lucky person 🥺

Taglist: @loevngyuno

[flyingraijin]

successful.

Pairing: Atsumu Miya x fem!reader

Word Count: 7355

Warnings: Swearing, suggestive jokes, Atsumu is a little shit, Osamu does actually care about his brother, all characters are 18+

Series masterlist + ao3

You spend the rest of the day avoiding Atsumu, Suna and the rest of the boy's volleyball team like the plague. After your incredibly public and therefore incredibly embarrassing confirmation earlier this morning that you were agreeing to Atsumu's proposal- not that's anyone but you and Atsumu know that's was that was - you'd all but sprinted out of the gym with a face that felt like it was steaming and absolute mortification burning in your gut. 

It wasn't any surprise that the rest of the volleyball team had been stunned by what happened. They all knew you well enough through your relationship with Suna, but, while the two of you had been together for over a year, you had never shown much PDA around any of them. Kissing Atsumu right on the mouth was far more scandalous than anything you'd done publicly with Suna before, and you're sure the fact that it was Atsumu didn't help at all. Thank god Atsumu had understood your meaning exactly and played it off very well, calling you "princess" and "baby" in a sickeningly sweet voice and then waving you off with a yell of, "Don't miss me too much!" Honestly, you realise now that you owe him a lot. The kiss you'd given him was completely unwarranted - there were so many other ways you could have communicated to him that you were in on the plan. However, in the moment, you were so full of adrenaline and nerves that you didn't think, and Atsumu had taken the brunt of it all spectacularly. 

With how full of gossip most of the kouhai on the volleyball team are, you have no doubt that this new development will spread through the school like wildfire, and hopefully solidify the fact that you and Atsumu are together. Which satisfies you at first, however, as the day progresses, you start to realise you should probably have discussed with this Atsumu a little more before you did anything so drastic. 

Because people have questions. 

You're able to brush off most of what people ask you in the hallways, avoiding each question by ducking out of the way or using Hinami as a shield. However, you aren't able to avoid the rapid-fire of queries from Hinami herself who, after hearing about your earlier kiss with Atsumu, isn't able to hold off her curiosity any longer. 

"Girl," she says to you as the pair of you sit down at one of the tables outside during your lunch break - the cafeteria had been far too crowded and too full of staring eyes, so you'd forgone your usual seating plan to move outside. "You've gotta tell me what going on! Everyone is talking about you!" 

You let out a low groan and run a hand over your face. "Yeah," you mumble out, trying to buy yourself some time with the facade of being overwhelmed. You'll need to think up a story, and fast, if you're going to make this work. "I'm sorry. It's all just been… a lot." 

Hinami raises an eyebrow. "I can tell. You've been frazzled today." 

"It's a big adjustment," you explain to her. "I never thought people would care as much as they do." 

"So you are actually dating Miya Atsumu." 

You cringe at the accusation but force yourself to nod anyway. Hinami lets out a snort. 

"Wow, you certainly seem enthusiastic," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. You backtrack immediately. 

"I-it's not like that, I'm just… overwhelmed?"

It comes out as more of a timid question than an explanation, but thankfully Hinami doesn't seem to notice as she launches into a new set of questions. 

"So how long has this been going on? And what about Suna, I thought you weren't over him? Is this like a rebound? Ohmygod, are you using Miya Atsumu as your rebound boyfriend?" 

You wave your hands, trying to slow her down a little. "Woah, okay. First, this hasn't been going on long at all. Only since that party over the weekend! Second, I don't know what's going on with Suna. I don't think I'm entirely over him but he's made it pretty clear there's nothing left to be said between us so I figured it was time to move on. And third, no, I don't think Atsumu is a rebound." You have to make a very deliberate effort to keep your voice stable as you say, "I do actually like him." 

"Girl, you need to explain from the beginning," Hinami tells you before shoving a chunk of rice into her mouth. "Go on, right from the start! I need every detail."

You know you're trapped. And it's in this moment that you really regret not actually talking properly to Atsumu about how the details of this whole situation would work. So you're forced to do the only thing possible in this situation; you lie. 

"Well," you start, slowly, giving yourself time to let the story unfold in your own head. "I knew him through Suna, right. And we didn't really ever talk much in person, because he puts up this whole attitude of being kind of a douche, which you know I'm really not into. But we ended up texting a bit - o-obviously it was all friendly, nothing flirty or anything because I was still dating Suna at the time! But I got to know him a little better through there and I realised that I kinda liked him. Only as a friend, of course! But then, two weeks ago, after Suna broke up with me, Atsumu reached out to check if I was okay. And we started taking more and more. And then at the party, we were dancing and things just sort of happened. A-and we kissed. And then over the rest of the weekend, we texted more and he asked me out on Sunday. We both really wanted to keep it quiet, since things are still tense between me and Suna, but then I got to school yesterday and everyone knew so… yeah." 

Hinami splutters through her rice, looking incredulous. "And you didn't saying anything to me the whole time?!" 

Immediately, you feel guilty. "I wanted to!" You say quickly, reaching out to grab her wrist. "I promise I really wanted to. It was so hard keep it all a secret. But Atsumu…" you drop your head and then lean in a little closer, as the corner of your mouth twitches up. "Well, just between us, he's a huge softy and he want to keep things a secret because he didn't want his reputation around school getting ruined." 

Hinami gives you a look through narrowed eyes and for one heart-stopping moment you think she might've seen right through you. You've never been the best actress, especially when it comes to real things in your own life, and you're suddenly terrified she's going to call you on your bullshit. 

But then her shoulders slump and she lets out a huff of air before crossing her arms over her chest. "Ugh, fine, I'll accept that. But no more secrets from now on, okay!" 

You nod at her. "Of course. I've already told Atsumu that now that everyone else knows, just not fair to keep you in the dark anymore. So no more secrets!" 

Hinami reaches out her pinky towards you, something the pair of you have done since you first met. "Swear on it?"

You hook your pinky through hers. "I swear on it," you reply to her, squeezing her finger. "No more secrets." 

In that moment, try as you knight, you can't meet her eyes. The guilty is too heavy on your heart. 

When lunch break ends and you head back inside with Hinami, you make a concise decision that you need need talk to Atsumu. Properly. In depth. With Hinami asking for all the details of you'd relationship, you've come to see that there are a lot of creases in your story that need ironing out. And you need to agree with Atsumu on these because, in order for things to be believable, your stories have to match up. 

Duh. 

At first, you consider trying to find him in person. But then you realise that you have absolutely no idea where to even start looking, since you don't even know which class he's in. And there's absolutely no way you're walking into his volleyball practice this afternoon, not after the fiasco that was the early morning practice. Plus, you doubt the team will be happy if you pull him away and disrupt their progress… again. 

It's after going over all this, that you come to the conclusion that you need to text him. Only, as you only realise once you're home at the end of the day and are searching through your contacts on your phone, you do not have his number. 

Which is real fucking shame, because you have the number of literally every other member of the volleyball team, even the upperclassmen who'd graduated at the end of last year like Kita-san and Ojiro-san. 

As you sit cross legged on your bed, glowering down at your phone, you consider for a moment texting one of the other team members - most likely Osamu- to ask for Atsumu's number. 

But then you slap you own hand against your forehead pretty violently as you remember that they all think you're dating Atsumu. And it'd be hella suspicious if you didn't have his number by now. 

Idiot , you tell yourself angrily as you collapse backwards onto your bed. Fucking idiot . 

You're well and truly stumped now. Because the only obvious answer for you now is to wait until tomorrow so you can find Atsumu at school and speak to him then. 

Realistically, it's not like you'll be able to see him any sooner than tomorrow anyway. But for some reason, the idea of having to set the entire thing up while at school makes you incredibly anxious. There's so much that could go wrong, not the mention the fact that this conversation you need to have, it's a pretty serious one. That will undoubtedly take up a lot of time that you don't think either of you will have at school. 

Frustratedly, you drop your phone beside you on your bed covers and then raise your hands up to rub furiously at your eyes. You feel like you've aged several years in the past few days; you wouldn't be surprised if you found a grey hair sprouting one of these days. It's been such a stress, even when you didn't fully realise all the implications, and you're not entirely sure how you'll sort this entire mess out. For the moment, it feels more like you've just dropped a match onto a pile of sticks in the middle of a dry grass field, and are just hoping that nothing else catches alight. 

Which really isn't a good feeling. Not at all. 

You're just about ready to give up and start on your school work when all of a sudden your phone vibrates violently beside you. It startles you and you jump up in response, heart pounding as for a moment your eyes dart around your room in panic. Then you mentally slap yourself and reach over to pick up the phone again, glowering at it as the screen lights up. 

You've got a new notification for a text message. And it's not from a number you have listed in your contacts. 

Frowning, you unlock your phone and open the new chat. Your eyes narrow as you scan over the message, and then a weird bubble of what feels like it could be a laugh or a groan rolls up your throat. There's no name to attach to the message but the tone is obvious. 

Unknown number: 

Hey princess ;) 

A huff of air leaves your nose as you snort to yourself, shaking your head at you phone screen. Your fingers are practically a blur when you go to type back. 

You:

How did you get my number??? 

The response is instant, like Atsumu is sitting on the other side of the conversation waiting for your message. 

Unknown number: 

Had it 4 a while. The head of ur photography club gave it 2 us the first time u photographed one of our matches 

You: 

Why tf would she do that? 

Unknown number: 

Idk 

You roll your eyes, a make a mental note to be nice to Matsui during your next club meeting. Inadvertently, she's just saved you a lot of trouble, even if you don't happen to like it very much.

When you look back down at you phone, you see Atsumu has sent another message 

Unknown number: 

Sad I didn't reach out 2 u b4? ;) 

You: 

Lol, you wish 

Unknown number: 

Ur so mean, princess. 

Dw, I only kept quiet cuz of rinrin. I wasn't ignoring u <;3 

You: 

Fuck off 

Unknown Number: 

Ooh spicy ;p

You can't help but let out a snort of laughter. You'll give Atsumu one thing, he's relentless in everything he does. And while it's annoying as all hell, it can be entertaining as well. 

Unknown number: 

So wut u up 2? 

You: 

Better things than talking to u 

Unknown number: 

D: 

Ur so mean to me 

You: 

Ofc x 

Actually, I need to talk to you 

Unknown number: 

Aren't we doing that right now? 

You: 

In person, idiot 

We need to discuss this whole thing 

Set up some boundaries 

Unknown number: 

U gonna draft me a whole legal contract? 

You: 

No 

Your jaw clenches a little in frustration and roll your eyes.

You: 

We just need to come up with a proper story 

Hinami asked me a whole lot of questions today and I had to think up answers on the spot. It was stressful. 

Unknown number: 

Hinami? 

You roll your eyes again, even harder this time. 

You: 

She's my best friend

See, you need to know this kind of stuff 

Otherwise no one is gonna buy it 

Unknown number:

Alright, I get it 

U wanna meet up tmrw? 

You: 

Yea 

When are you free? 

Unknown number 

Uhhhh 

I don't have morning practice so I could walk u 2 school? 

Your eyes widen at his question and your jaw drops a little. That's… well, in the grand scheme of things, it's really not a big of a deal. But for some reason, the idea of Atsumu walking you to school seems very… intimate. 

You: 

Wouldn't you have to go outta your way? 

I don't want to make you walk halfway across town just cuz 

You half expect him to agree with you and suggest something else. From what you know, your house isn't that close to the Miya house - not that you even know the exact location of where they live. And Atsumu never goes out of his way for anyone, especially not some random girl he barely knows. 

However, as he seems to have made his personal mission over these last few days, his reply surprises you. 

Unknown number: 

Nah, it's all good. 

Walking a little further than usual will compensate for not doing morning practice 

That… makes sense. But you can help but feel like it's just an excuse. 

Still, you choose not to say anything and instead begin typing back.

You: 

Okay, if ur sure 

I'll text you my address and you can meet me here at 7:30? 

Unknown number: 

Sounds good 

See u then, princess ;)

You don't grace him with a reply back, too exasperated with his overly audacious attitude even in a text conversation. For a moment, you just stare down at your phone, taking in the conversation. Then your finger slips to the power button and you almost shut the thing off, finally ready to get started on your homework. 

However something stops you, and after another moment of hesitation, you copy Atsumu's number and put it into a new contact. 

At first you name it 'Miya'. But then you realise that Osamu's name in your contacts is exactly that too and so you backspace and type in 'Atsumu' instead. 

For a moment, you stare at it, taking in the shape of each character. And then, as if as in an after though, you add a heart emoji beside it. 

With that you save the contact and the switch you phone off, and then throw it to the otherwise of the bed. It's just for effect, you tell yourself and you climb to your feet and cross the room to your desk. Only for effect. 

It feels oddly like you're trying to convince yourself as you flip open your biology textbook and get started on the digestive system. 

Much to your surprise, Atsumu is waiting right outside your house when you open the front door the next morning. You’d half expected him to be late, despite specifying a time for him to get here, but no. In fact, he’s here early. 

He greets you with his usual confident grin as you step out of your front gate and into the road. “G’mornin'.” 

You barely give him a head nod in reply, too tired for your usual attitude. You’d been up again for most of last night worrying, nervous about seeing Atsumu and what you’d need to say to him. And, since after discussing the details of your… arrangement today, you felt like once you got to school later on, your relationship with Atsumu would start in earnest. 

“Hello,” you tell him bluntly as you fall into step beside hm and the pair of you begin to make your way up the road. Atsumu lets out a hefty snort at the rough grumble of your voice. 

“Well, ain't ya just full of sunshine this mornin'.” 

You give him a glare out of the corner of your eye and then have to smother a yawn with your hand. “I’m just tired. My mom has banned coffee in our house so I think O’m going into withdrawal.”

Atsumu chuckles at the scowl on your face and reaches one arm over so he can ruffle up your hair. “Aww, that’s cute.”

You smack his hand away immediately. “My pain in cute to you?”

“Kinda,” he responds without missing a beat, just shrugging one shoulder nonchalantly. The corner of his mouth twitches. “Yer eyes are all droopy and yer moving like a sloth… adorable!” 

You smack at him again, this time hitting his shoulder, and he jumps away from you, immediately going to rub at it. “Okay okay, I’ll stop. Just no more violence.”

You roll your eyes and let out a huff through your nose. Then you gaze flicks back to him, and then around him. One of your eyebrows quirks upwards curiously. 

“Where’s your other half? You two walk to school together, right?”

Atsumu nods mildly. “Usually, yeah. But I scared him off today. Told him I wanted some alone time with my girlfriend .” He throws one arm over your shoulder when he says it, pulling you into him. And then letting out a bark of laughter at the look of disgust you shoot in his direction. 

“Yeah, we need to talk about that,” you say to him, grabbing at his forearm to force it over your head once again and so free yourself from his grip. “We need to set some things straight.” 

“‘M all ears,” Atsumu replies, and for emphasis he cups his hands behind his ears. You roll your eyes again and shake your head at him.

“First,” you tell him seriously, “we need to have a story. I had to make up a whole lot of shit on the spot yesterday when my best friend started asking for details, and I’m really bad at that so we need to understand exactly where we stand and how we got together.” 

Atsumu nods, understanding. “So what did ya tell her?”

When you recount the tale you'd given to Hinami, you make sure to watch Atsumu's face for any signs of conflict or otherwise displeasure. It’d be a disaster if something you’d said to Hinami were to be contradicted by something else Atsumu had going on at the time, since you don’t know how you’d be able to go back on any of the details. Thankfully, Atsumu doesn’t seem to have any objections. 

“That sounds okay,” he says when you’ve finished, looking down at the ground as he seem to go over the details in his head. “So it’s not like ya cheated on Sunarin or anythin'?”

You give him an incredulous look. “Of course not! Remember, this is about showing him what he’s missing, not making him hate me any more than he already does.” 

“I doubt he hates you,” Atsumu points out. You can’t find it in yourself to agree with him just yet, in the case of mistakenly getting your own hopes up. Instead, you quickly move on. 

“Also,” you say,” there need to be some boundaries in terms of… physical affection.” 

Atsumu looks up at you, and theres a sparkle in his eyes that has you backing up instantly. Accusingly, you point a finger at him. “I am not ,” you say very firmly, “going to so anything remotely sexual with you.” 

Atsumu opens his mouth, possibly to protest, but you shut him up immediately with a very sharp glare and continue talking, giving him no room to butt in. “Kissing is okay,” you clarify. “But only if it's for the sake of making things believable. We will not be making out in every possible corner we can find, understood?”

One of Atsumu’s eyebrows quirks at the way you seem to talk to him as if he’s a toddler. However, eventually, he just gives you a nod in understanding. “Alright.” Then he cocks his head to the side a little and gives you a knowing look. “Although, ya should remember that with both times we’ve kissed you were the one who initiated it.” 

Your cheeks flare with heat as you realise he’s completely correct. It wouldn’t even be stretch to say you’d forced him into both kisses the pair of you had shared, which, granted, does make you feel guilty every time you think of them. However, since Atsumu hasn't shown any objection to it, you push it out of your mind again. 

“Both of those were justified,” you say to him as calmly as you can, trying to end this particular thread of conversation and move on to a different topic. Atsumu, however, doesn’t seem to want to drop it just yet. 

“Yeah, but I didn’t agree to them,” he says, wiggling his eyes. “Not that I didn’t enjoy ‘em. Buuuuuut….” he then fixes you with a very devious expression that gives you a sinking feeling in your gut. “I think for compensation, you should allow me two free kisses of my own.”

Immediately you open your mouth to protest, but Atsumu manages to cut you off by raising his hands defensively. “I’m not gonna be a perv about it!” he assures you, quelling your worries immediately. “Honesty.  Just… two free kisses. To make up for the two ya landed on me.” 

You allow your mouth to close as you give him a very long, suspicious look. He seems sincere enough. And if you think about it, if the kiss he wants are equal to those you’d given him so far, it’s highly doubtful he’d find a way to abuse them in order to get anything overtly sexual out of you. And it’s not like he’s asking for two free goes at whatever he wants, they are just kisses after all. 

So, you eventually sigh and nod in agreement. “Alright. But only two, and once they’re gone, they're gone, alright?”

“Alright,” Atsumu agrees. He shoots you a cheeky smile. “Any other rules you wanna establish?” 

“We need to be seen together,” you tell him. “If the point of this is to ward off your fan girls, and get Rin to regret breaking up with me, we need to make it public. So we should probably eat lunch together sometimes. And arrive at school at the same time, so it looks like we walked together.” 

“You could come to all my volleyball matches,” Atsumu cuts in to suggest. You shake your head. 

“I already go to all the official games for photography club duties though, so it wouldn’t do much.”

“No, I mean all my matches,” Atsumu says. “That means official and practice matches. A lot of the fans of the volleyball team come to the practice matches because they don’t have to buy tickets to watch, so you definitely have to be there.” He gives you a wink. “Supportive girlfriend duties, obviously.” 

You glower at hm. “Rin never made me come to the practice matches.”

“Well, I ain’t Rin,” Atsumu shoots back. Then he pouts. “C’mon, the point is showin' Suna how much happier ya are now, right? Don’t ya think it’d look really bad for him if ya started comin' to the practice matches now that you’re datin' me?” 

He’s right, frustratingly. Suna had never asked you to come to his practice matches or practices in general. He’d said it was because it’d be a waste pf time for you to come, since Inarizaki won almost everything anyway, however you’d always had an extra sneaking suspicion it was because he didn’t like the extra attention. You also had never made an added effort to, since you figured he didn’t want you there. But if you started coming to watch to see Atsumu… well, that’d probably get to Suna. 

An idea sparks in your mind and you turn to look Atsumu. “Okay. Could I come to your practices too?” 

He looks a little surprised by your sudden eagerness but shrugs nonchalantly anyway. “Course, s’long as ya don’t disrupt things. Coach probably wouldn't be too happy with that.” 

“Of course I wouldn’t,” you tell him. “I’d just… sit in the stands and study or something. It’d be just for me to be there, you know?”

Atsumu flashes you a smile. “Yeah, I get it.” Then he leans in, eyes sparkling. “Ya know what, I think I’d like it id you came to watch our practices. 'Means I’d have an extra excuse to show off.” 

You shove his face away, scowling. “You’re such a jackass.” He only cackles with laughter in response. 

There’s a moment of silence then, as you think over everything that’s just been agreed. It seems like most of your bases are covered, although it has all been mostly you setting the boundaries. Feeling a little guilty, you shoot Atsumu a sideways glance. 

“Is there anything you wanna say?”

“Hm?” he asks, looking up from where he seemed to have been staring at his shoes. You roll your eyes. 

“I mean in terms of the agreement,” you tell him in exasperation. “Any boundaries or rules you want to set?”

“Oh.” Atsumu’s face scrunches up for a second, as he seems to think very hard about your question. Then his expression lights up again. “ Oh! You need to be my date to all the celebration parties that the volleyball team throws.”

You face immediately falls. After the last party you went you, you’d kind of sworn off going to big social gatherings for a while, figuring if you didn't put yourself in the position to have your whole life screwed up again, things wouldn’t go as wrong. Atsumu seems to notice your hesitance, though, and jumps in immediately. 

“It would look really suspicious if you didn’t come,” he points out. “Plus, the volleyball parties are usually a lot smaller; players and dates only. And Suna will definitely be at most of them.”

You purse your lips, thinking for a second. Then you let out a soft sigh. “Fine. But you had better stay with me the whole time then. No abandoning me to go hook up with random girls in the bathroom!”

Atsumu puts a hand on his chest, looking incredibly offended. “What kinda dickwad to ya think I am?” he asks, incredulous. “I’d never treat my girl that way!”

You roll your eyes, though it's with slightly more endearment this time. And you don't duck away when he reaches for you to ruffle up your hair again. 

“I promise,” he tells you, sliding his arm over your shoulder. “I won’t abandon ya. You can even handcuff me to yer wrist it ya wanna.”

Your nose crunches a little as you make a face at him, and then you shove him away again. “Okay, let's not go that far, weirdo.” But your voice is warm and when you glance up at him out of the corner of your eyes, you can see that he’s smiling too. 

By now, the pair of you are approaching the Inarizaki High School campus. Already in the distance you can see other students walking towards the large gates, and after taking one last deep breath to prepare yourself, you shift a little close to Atsumu. 

“Wanna hold my hand?”

Atsumu positively beams down at you, seeming to take far too much glee from the innocent suggestion. However, you can’t help but smile a little at the eagerness with which he reaches out to grab your hand. His palm is incredibly warm as it presses against yours and you can feel the calluses that cover his skin from countless hours of volleyball prcatice when he laces with fingers with your own. You don't mind though, you don’t even flinch at all, far too distracted by the way your hands seem to fit together like puzzle pieces. Whenever you’d held Suna’s hand, it’d always been in when you were alone, in deserted place where no one could see the pair of you being affectionate. And it had always been a little awkward, like neither of you really understood how your fingers were supposed to fit together. 

This feels nothing like that. You chalk it up to the fact that Atsumu probably has more experience than Suna with girls and affection in general. But his hand… it feels really nice against yours. And you can’t help but tighten your grip and squeeze just a little as the pair of you step through the school gates, suddenly filled with a rush of anticipation and excitement.

For the first time since this whole thing started, you get the feeling that things might not actually be so bad. 

Atsumu walks you right to the door of your classroom that morning. Once you get on campus, the pair if you make an effort to talk about casual things and, to your great surprise and by total coincidence, you find the the pair of you have a very similar music taste. Not that it has much relevance at all to your day to day life, and the information you end up exchanging back and forth about your favourite bands is completely useless. But it's nice to find some common ground with Atsumu, even if it is something as random as a few songs, and helps you get the feeling that despite the fact that this relationship is fake, the pair of you may still be able to get along as friends. 

You're actually giggling by the time you arrive arrive your classroom, with Atsumu sporting a bright smile of his own. The few people around - it's still early so the hallways aren't completely packed yet, thank goodness- do send the pair of you a couple of questioning looks, obviously curious at seeing you together. And for the most part, you try to ignore them. When you come to the floor of your classroom, you finally go to pull away from Atsumu, dropping his hand for the first time since you'd grabbed it outside of school. 

You turn to him, suddenly feeling a little shy as you notice just how many people are watching the pair of you by now. 

"Well," you start awkwardly, scratching at the back of your head. "I'll see you around, yeah?" 

Atsumu winks cheekily at you, reaching out to brush a strand of your hair back from your face. You try to act causal as he tucks it gently behind your ear. 

"Of course," he tells you, making an obvious show of his affection - you can't help but think he's eating up all the attention, fucking bastard. "See you around, princess." 

And then before you even know what going on, he leans forward and presses a very sweet kiss to your cheek. 

It's doesn't even last a full second and yet you feel completely winded when he pulls back. And he seems to know this because as he steps away and then begins to turn, you don't miss the smirk that's spreading across his face. 

Your cheeks burn. Fucking bastard . 

Then you turn and dive inside your classroom and away from what feels like the millions of shocked eyes that are staring at you in wake of what just happened. 

Everyone is talking about you for the rest of the day. It’s even worse than it was on Monday or Tuesday because now it’s like everyone knows  exactly who you are and what you’ve been doing with your life for the past couple of years. You hear whispers about Atsumu as you walk the school halls with Hinami. You hear whispers about Suna, about the rest of the volleyball team, about Osamu, even about your former upperclassman on the team who’d graduated already. All now linked to you. More rumours are spreading, ones that really don’t have any credibility, and there are a number of times you're tempted to spin round and point out someone in the hallways who you pick up on telling an outright lie. Hinami stops you though, keeping a tight grip on your arm and guiding you away from any compromising situations. She seems to have recovered from the saltiness of you not having told her about your thing with Atsumu and is now parading around with her arm linked through yours as if you’re some kind of celebrity. 

“Ignore them," is what she tells you when you look round to see yet another group of Atsumu’s fangirls standing huddled in one corner, whispering behind their hands. “They’re all just jealous of you.”

You sigh and rub hard at your temples, a headache long having formed in the back of your skull. “It's even worse than before. I never thought…” you trail, trying to figure exactly what you’d assumed. Atsumu is popular, yes, but you didn’t think him getting a girlfriend would be treated like the next big scandal of the century. 

Hinami shakes her head and reaches across your face to tuck your hair behind your ears. “You’ll be fine,” she assures you, smiling brightly. “C’mon girl, own it. You’ve got the man they aaaaaall want. Be proud!”

Not really,  you think sulkily to yourself, ducking out the way of a younger group of girls who are also staring at you. Is this even worth it? At all? 

You're cut off from your sulking very quickly, however, when you and Hinami round a corner and walk right into one of the Miya twins- thankfully, not the one you're now supposedly dating. 

Osamu lets out a little noise of surprise when you just about slam into him and jumps backwards. You freeze up when you see him, you steps faltering, and for a long moment the pair of you just look at each other. Then one of Osamu's eyebrows quirks.

"Hello." 

"H-hi," you reply, your voice breaking in a very embarrasing way when you do. You weakly clear your throat, dropping his gaze as your cheeks burn. 

Osamu’s eyes drop for a second as he looks you up and down sceptically. Then he jerks his head a little towards the side of the hallway. “Could I… talk to ya?”

Your eyes widen. “Yeah sure!” you exclaim immediately, before flushing even more. God, why are you so awkward?!?!?!

Hinami looks between you and Osamu for a moment before nudging you a little with one elbow. “Go on, I’ll catch up with ya later, alright?” She gives you what you think is supposed to be an encouraging smile, however with the way her eyes are sparkling, she looks far too devious to give you any kind of hope. Immediately, you know she's going to be grilling you about this conversation afterwards. 

Once she scurries off, you follow Osamu as he steps up to the wall, to get out of the way of the rest of the people in the hallway. For a moment, he just stares down at you, eyes narrowed and arms crossed over his chest. You struggle to meet his eyes in return, squirming uncomfortably as your mind spins with what he might want. 

Is he going to call your bluff? He knows Atsumu better than everyone, he might have been able to see through the both of you. Or maybe Atsumu told him about the whole thing and he’s going to chew you out for basically forcing Atsumu into being your fake rebound after his other best friend dumped you. Not that you really forced Atsumu, since it was his idea, but since you did kiss him first, it’d probably look that way to an outsider and-

“So, is it a head injury?”

Osamu’s voice cuts off your internal rambling and you jump in surprise as you look back up at him. “E-excuse me?”

“Do ya have a head injury?” Osamu repeats, looking at you suspiciously. “Like, some kinda brain damage or somethin’?” 

“Uh, no?” you reply, blinking at him in confusion. Osamu’s eyebrows furrow even further. 

“Then did he pay ya?” 

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stutter out, still staring. What the hell is he getting at ?

Osamu lets out a sharp huff of air and leans back a little to survey your whole body again. “‘m just tryna figure out why the hell yer datin’ ‘Tsumu,” he says then. “If ya don’t have brain damage, and he didn’t pay ya, then what reason do ya have to date him?”

You mouth drops open in shock. Oh. 

“M-maybe,” you stammer out, thrown for a loop at Osamu’s interrogation. “Maybe I just like him?”

Osamu does not look convinced. 

“What’s there to like?” he asks, sounding a little indignant. “He’s stubborn, immature, a huge liar and he can barely do anythin' other than volleyball!”

You blink a few times, completely stunned. 

 “Plus,” Osamu continues, “his hair is stupid. If ya wanted the looks, I’m obviously the better option!” He pouts. “So why him?”

If you didn’t know any better, you’d say he was jealous. It helps to ease your shock a little and you manage a smile as you look up at him. “Aw, Osamu, are you sad I didn’t pick you?” 

Osamu scowls at you. “What, no!” he looks away. “Yer not my type.” 

“And you’re not mine,” you reply, letting out a soft laugh. Osamu shakes his head in response. 

“Exactly,” he points out. “So why Atsumu?” Then his eyes narrow a little. “Yer not using him, are ya?”

Immediately your hands go up in defence. “What no! Of course not” Well, that’s actually a lie, but it’s not like Atsumu is using you any less . “Why do you care so much?” 

Osamu’s shoulders drop and you feel your heart sink a little as a real, serious look crosses his face. Shit, you think. Is he about to call me out? 

But he doesn't. Quite the opposite, actually. 

“It’s just,” he starts slowly. “You and Sunarin… when ya were together, you two made so much sense. Yer both… well, you and him are the same. But ‘Tsumu… he’s not like Suna. They’re sorta opposites of each other, and I just don’t see why…” he trails off, looking at the floor for a moment. When his gaze returns to you, it’s probing, serious, and you feel a chill rush up your spine. “Look, he really seems to like you , okay? And I din’t want ya to hurt him.”

You stare up at Osamu, once again completely shocked. That was probably the last thing you’d ever expected to hear from him. Not just the part about Atsumu actully liking you (wow, he must really be laying it on thick for Osamu to actually believe that crap) but the observation about Suna too. Because, well… he’s exactly right. Atsumu is probably the furthest thing from Suna that you can get, and maybe that’s why you’d agreed to this whole fake relationship thing in the first place - because he’s the one who would hurt Suna the most. But you’d never even thought about what it might look like to an outsider. 

You can see the real concern in Osamu’s eyes now. And you realise with a jolt that’s he’s genuinely worried for Atsumu. It’s sends a flash of warmth through your chest, a rush of affection, because it’s sweet. Especially considering the pair of them tend to pretend they hate each other so much. 

After carefully arranging your face, you give him your softest smile. “Hey, I get it,” you start out, trying to conjure up as much raw emotion inside you as possible in the hopes of perfecting your lie. ���I was surprised too because… well, the thing with Rin was really difficult. But Atsumu was there for me and it just… it just fit, ya know?” You shrug one shoulder, and for a brief moment, as you think about Atsumu, you feel a stab of genuine affection. So it’s not a total lie when you say, “He and I get on well. And I promise, I never want to hurt him, okay?” Without thinking, you reach forward to touch his shoulder, bring his gaze back to yours. “You can trust me on this one.” 

Osamu gives you a long look and you have to force yourself not to drop his eyes. You hope you’ve been convincing, since apart from Suna, Osamu is probably the person most imperative in making sure this whole thing works. If he believes it, then you can trust that everyone does as well. And for long moment, you're terrified that he doesn't. 

But then he lets out a soft sigh and takes a slow step back. “Alright,” he says. “I’ll trust ya.” 

You smile and its full of relief. “Thank you.” 

“Are ya…” Osamu starts then, scratching at the back of his neck a little awkwardly. You can tell he doesn’t quite know where to go from here, as the tension between the pair of you dissolves. “Are ya gonna come to our practice later?”

You weren’t planning too. Not today, at least. You know you’d discussed it with Atsumu but showing up so soon after establishing those rules felt a little… well, for a lack of a better word, desperate . But now, with Osamu’s eyes on you, you find yourself nodding slowly. 

“Uh, yeah. N-not that”- you start, suddenly panicking -”not that I’m gonna disturb or anything!”

Osamu chuckles at you sudden worry. “I wasn’t thinkin' that,” he assures you, flashing you that classic Miya smile. “I was just wonderin’”

“Oh,” you say, embarrassed. “Okay.” 

“‘Tsumu will probably be extra hyped if yer there anyway,” Osamu points out, more to himself than you. He makes a face. “Don’t encourage him too much while yer there, alright?”

“Of course not,” you tell him. Forcing a smile, you push some of your hair back from your face so you can look at him properly in the eyes. “I may be his girlfriend, but I don’t want his ego getting any bigger either.” 

Osamu snorts. “Right.” He runs a hand through his grey hair, ruffling it up slightly. “Well, I see ya later then.” 

“Yeah, see you,” you say back. And just like that the conversation ends and Osamu is walking away, leaving you to stare down at your own feet. 

I guess I'm going to volleyball practice later, you think to yourself as your shoulders sag with a long sigh. Today is gonna be much longer than I expected .