#the riceball twins

[shittymatsu-matsuno]

I got bored in class and spent most of my day drawing

I'm probably not gonna find motivation like this for a long time.

[nosomatsu]

(( suddenly thinking about ichimatsu and the riceball's hunt for cats again.. small analysis beneath the cut ))

it's fascinating that while ichi enjoyed it at first, the reason he went so numb to it so fast wasn't because he disliked cats. rather, he realized now that he had no real excuse to even go out of the house for extended periods anymore. ichimatsu doesn't enjoy being a hikikomori, it's pretty painfully clear that it's super fucking isolating for him. finding cats was the sole thing that could even get him out of bed most days.

... but now that he knows where all the cats are , what's even the point? he could go there and go right back home. now he has no reason to even TRY to go out of the house. i mean he still would to feed them and see them, but he would be miserable unless he found kitties in unexpected places. the search is the biggest reason he enjoyed it so much and the riceballs kind of ruined tht for him for a little while, albeit unintentionally.

the only other times he really goes out is if his brothers drag him along or the nightly safe care shit. but the thing about that is, like . . . they don't drag him out often at all. and it's very rare that he can muster up the energy to go on his own. it's not impossible or unheard of, but when he does, he also walks the least busy / lesser known routes, where he runs into as little people as possible. he goes to the park only when it's incredibly isolated. he probably only goes for oden because it's so isolated / out of the way at night that rarely anyone goes there.

we only ever see him out and about in public places if it's with his brothers but even then he keeps his head down and tries to avoid talking to everyone. the cats were the only reason he'd go out of the house when his brothers aren't around or they can't convince him to go anywhere. the idea of not knowing where he could find one is the one thing that kept him going and walking, trying out new places he'd never been to before even if he was ANXIOUS AS HELL ABOUT IT.

in his mind, it was his first step forward to be more independent and breaking the vicious homebody hikikomori cycle, and it was actually one of few things he isn't burningly numb / actually does have strong emotions about whether he realizes it or not ( although i err on, he's the kind of depressed where he worries he's numb entirely and can't feel anymore but then something Happens that proves otherwise and it always makes him [shocked pikachu] when he does still VERY MUCH FEEL EMOTIONS )

so. yeah. his spirit and tendency to go out on his own for a little while was absolutely crushed. I think it was even more noticable how glum he was so his brothers tried to get him out of the house WAY more often -- aaand that's why we see him in so many morie social situations he'd usually be caught DEAD before ever attending. although he's grumpy on the outside, he does seem to appreciate it. he has sincere and extreme trouble expressing his gratitude, but it cannot be understated how much that helped his mental health in the long run.

Evidently, it eventually healed, and he never once blamed the cats -- but there's a speck of bitterness and disappointment at the riceballs which he tries to smother. they could never and would never be able to understand the weird way he approached thinking about the search. they were confused when he got upset with being shown every place cats could possibly be, and even if he DID try to explain it, they still probably wouldn't have gotten it.

after all, it's not very logical, and certainly is a VERY strange line of thinking. but it is who ichimatsu is -- a shut in, who is desperate for any excuse to leave the house on his own and gain the courage to do so on a more regular basis. when the sole thing that kept him exploring and getting out on his own loses all meaning, he falls into a pretty bad headspace about it and becomes more of a shut in than ever.

thank goodness that his brothers didn't let that happen for too long, though. <:)

[onnie-giri]

-- hands made for volleyball, hands made for food 🏐🍙

do u just,

cry over the fact how much hands play a very huge factor in the twins' chosen careers and how much taking care of these hands is essential for them

do u just,

sob thinking abt that little triangle that forms whenever a setter positions their hands up while looking up at the ball waiting for it to touch their fingertips.

how the volleyball positions itself perfectly in place at the center, resembling umeboshi and how that ball is enveloped by that triangle formed by their hands.

that sight must remind atsumu of onigiri-- of his brother who makes onigiri for a living-- doesn't it?

do u just,

breakdown over how osamu's hands make onigiris

how these rice balls are made with so much love and attention to detail

those hands that used to spike and set volleyballs, now form small circles to make the perfect and delicious riceballs

the onigiris he makes, to feed and help his brother build muscle, to play even better, to be even stronger

do u just,

bawl at how these subtle change in the shape of their hands hold such significant meaning for them both

that eventhough they are now treading on different career paths, they are still bound and connected by the same thing: volleyball and food

can we all collectively cry over that ;-;

[reallyromealone]

Hi can you do a long story about the Miya twins taking care of their brother (age 5) he's mad at them because they were late to picking him up and them trying to make it up to him

Title: forgotten

Fandom: haikyuu

Characters: Atsumu Miya, Osamu miya

Warnings: male reader, fluff, child reader, slight hurt to comfort

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The twins were rushing, they knew they fucked up as they went to the preschool at nearly an hour late where their five year old brother stood with a seething glare "where were you two!" (Name) barked angrily as he crossed his arms "I been here forever with Mrs. (Teacher)!" The twins sighed as they knew this wasn't going to be easy, food wouldn't make him not angry this time.

"Sixth time this month!" The little one wouldn't let them hold him, only holding on to Osamu's finger "sorry bud, practice delayed!" They wasn't a good enough answer as (name) looked at Atsumu with puffed up cheeks and glared "bad reason!" He grumbled out, the two signing as (name) grumbled.

They knew they needed to do something bigger to make this up to the little one who was fed up with his brothers.

(Name) had to begin wondering if his brothers even cared at all.... Always forgetting him like this.

The twins noticed how upset the youngest was, the two feeling shitty for forgetting him.

So they did the most logical thing.

Spent 100 dollars each at an arcade with him, snacks games and toys formthe rest of the day "woo! Get it!" Atsumu said as Osamu held (name) up so he could play "win those ticket's!"

The twins held the prizes they won, the two using their coordination to their advantage as (name) ate a riceball from a convenience store they passed.

"You know we love you right?" Osamu asked the tyke, both crouching down to his level when they got home and (name) looked down and didn't answer "hey, none of that's Atsumu said to the boy seriously "you're our baby brother, we love you brat"

"Don't call me a brat!" (Name) fired back and Atsumu grinned in an annoying big brother "then stop acting like it!"

"Dummy!"

"Shorty!"

Aaaaand things were back to normal.

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 2

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“(name)-sensei! Why’d you look so n-nerv—“ His little eyebrows furrow, tiny hand coming up to scratch his head in focused thought. “Nerv-y?”

(He promised Nanamin he would use a new word today.)

You giggle as you ruffle his hair. “That was a wonderful try, Yuuji-kun.” Two of your hands settle on his squishy cheeks as he stares up at you. “But I suppose I am a little nervous.”

Hmm… So that’s how it was pronounced! He’s gonna tell Nanamin he tried anyway. But… What’s causing you to be this way, though? That faraway look in your eyes is troubling him too… Oh!

“Didya forget to eat today, (name)-sensei?!” A pat to your knee as he stares up at you, all sparkly gaze and blushy cheeks with a smile that was overflowing with glowing excitement.

So cute. He reminds you of a blooming flower.

“Ahah, Yuuji-kun that’s not—“

Blonde, brunettes and raven-haired heads perk up at the little boy’s voice, their attention lost on the toys as they quickly start to trickle out of your sight and making a run for their cubbies. Are they-

“I got riceballs today!”

“Nanamin said he made me karaage!”

“Papa said our chara-bens are cute today too!”

“Daddy bought us kikufuku mochi for dessert!”

“Ahh, wait— Children-!” You realized a little too late.

It isn’t long before a clatter of bento boxes and a small assortment of various treats settle themselves in front of you, scattered into a small pile as the twins start pushing their treats forward a little more to make you notice it first.

“Mmm! (nwame)-swensei mwakes goodsh food!” Kugisaki Nobara finds herself being fed an adult’s lunch as she chews, her eyes closed in satisfaction and her feet kicking about as she continues to savour the taste of the food you were sharing with her.

(Sharing is an understatement. You’re surprised by how much she could eat, and how she was vacuuming up almost the entirety of your own packed lunch.)

“I’ll mwake sure to-“ She stops when she sees your stern gaze, not minding at all but taking the moment to swallow. “Forget my bento more off-then!” You only giggle as you shake your head in response, wiping off the grain of rice at the corner of her lips.

“Your grandma will be sad if you don’t eat her food often, Nobara-chan. You have to remember to bring it all the time, okay?”

“Mmm…” She’s still thinking as she watches your amused face, a hand on her cheek. “If (name)-sensei thinks so…” Her face breaks into a grin as she shows you a thumbs-up. “Okay!”

You hear several growls next to you. A turn of your head reveals the wanting gaze of the rest of your kids, all hungry ministrations of eating their own packed lunches stopped.

“Eh…?” The chopsticks in your hand have paused midair in bewilderment, wrist just in distance of Megumi as he makes a small grab for it, leading your utensil into his mouth as he noms down on the tamagoyaki you held.

“…it’s good…!” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to face the growing pouts of his classmates, the rising jealousy not at all apparent to him as he feels you gently pry the chopsticks out of his mouth, a small tap to his nose in slight scolding that makes him nearly want to sneeze.

“Nanako wants some too!”

“M-mimiko as well!”

“I’m still hungry, (name)-sensei!”

“E-eh???? (name)-sensei was feeding me first!”

In the end, you had an empty lunch box and a very, very satisfied class of kids who had very full bellies that day.

(Are they trying to pay you back for that day? You’re really starting to think you have the sweetest kids to ever exist.)

“You all…” Megumi shifts closer to you, nestling himself on your lap as your hand goes up to support him, beginning to peek up at your face. You had started to tremble from where you sat on the floor of the foam-tiled play area, growing silent as the rest of the kids slowly crowded around you.

(Were they in trouble? Are you upset with them…? Please, please don’t be! They’re good kids!)

Megumi catches a glimmer forming at the corner of your eye, his small hands starting to grip onto your shirt and his green eyes starting to widen as he realizes that you’re cryi—

“Are so cute!” You’re already scooping them all into your arms, your face hot with gratuitous joy as you embrace the squealing kids close to you, enjoying their cuddly warmth and pats of your face.

(“Oh, but-” You begin to tut, staring down at the five kids squished together on your lap. “I have my own lunch today, kids.”

There’s a glower on their faces, disappointment and disheartened expressions clear and evident. It squeezes at your heart in guilt as the colorful plastic wrapping of one of the sweets is captured from the corner of your eye.

“B-but! It seems that I would need help clearing all these treats up!”)

——

You tiptoe out the room, gently shutting the door of the nap room behind you.

“Good work today.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping her second cup of coffee of the day as she appears behind you, clearly amused at your frazzled form after putting the children to sleep.

“There’s nothing good about today…” You’re sulking as you slump against the door, your knees bent as you let out a loud sigh.

A smirk appears on her face. “Why? Scared of being alone with a couple guys and their kids?” She heard the whole conversation. Perks of being one of the first few to arrive just to get some time to be alone with you.

Your feet shift nervously as you hands begin to fiddle with each other, a sigh escaping your lips as you lean back against the door. “You know I’m no good at being social, Shoko…”

You’re pouting at her as your cheeks start to warm from embarrassment. “What if they find me weird and unsettling and—“ You nearly want to scream. “What if they pull Megumi and the twins out of school because they think I’m unsuitable—“ You stop yourself. “But at the same time if they’ve moved into the neighborhood I’ll be running into them 24/7! If they find out I’m just some loser who stays at home all day and reads—“

You cough to cut yourself off at your spiel. Relax… You take in a deep breath as you finally start to calm. “And what if…” Your eyes flicker towards the ground. “They just… Don’t like me?”

A beat passes, and another.

Her eyes trail off to the side, letting the silence beat amongst the both of you. “They’ll like you like I love you, (name).” Her dark eyes meet yours, her steps stopping right before you as you catch the sight of her heels. “And if you’re so worried, you could always catch dinner with me instead as an excuse.”

(She would even call him up using the school register to tell him you can’t make it because your plant died or some other stupid excuse if that was what you wanted.)

“You’re so kind Shoko…!” You tackle her into a hug. “Your kindness precedes a being like me!” You pull back, glancing up at her blank, unimpressed gaze as you let a smile grace your face. “Jokes aside,” You scratch your cheek.

“I think it’s too late to even fully reject him now…”

You gulp nervously as the domineering man stood before you, all smiles and teeth and turned up eyes behind dark sunglasses that gleam with expectant want.

“I-I think that I have—“ Distance is closed in an instance, a towering frame leaning over you and breaking all boundaries of personal space.

“Y’know, the kids are gonna be super super excited once they find out we’re moving in next to ya!” Large porcelain hands reach up to grasp both of your own in his. “Won’tcha please come make them happy? Megumi and the twins talk about you lots, ya know? They even forget to eat sometimes when they get to tell us all about you.” There’s a cute pout on his face that makes your stomach swirl, your bewildered eyes starting to twirl as the scent of his cologne invades your nose…

(He’s so handsome… And so thoughtful of his kids… Ahh, you can feel your heart stutter…)

“I-I suppose I do have some free time today…!” He’s so close! If he leans down anymore, your lips would be—!

“Oho, that’s nice to hear, sensei!” A grin and a pat to your head. “We should have fully settled in by this afternoon, so I’ll come pick ya up after school, kay?” He pulls himself away (begrudgingly) as he pats his pockets for his car keys.

“O-oh, that’s not—“

“See ya later, sweetheart!” He’s practically already skipping out the door, sending you a salute and a wink as you stand there in stunned silence.

It looks like you have plans tonight with your neighbour… You turn towards the corridor before you pause in your steps abruptly, a small chill going up your spine.

Did you ever tell him your unit number…?

(Oh, you must’ve forgotten to close a window somewhere. No time to dawdle on your bad memory now when the kids’ health is at stake!)

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Notes:

You did actually go pretty hungry that day considering your lunch was fully consumed by 5 overeager toddlers. Shoko shared her convenience store sandwich with you.

Suguru heard the story of your shared lunch from Mimiko and used that as an excuse to talk recipes with you. Character-bentos are a popular topic between the both of you.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to all the anons who guessed that i was watching gakuen babysitters i am ashamed to admit that you are right i am a sucker for babies and cannot stop rewatching this dumb anime

[revasserium]

CONGRATS RAIN!!!!!!!!!

also heavy breathing bc before i even opened the "keep reading" i was like. i hope pride and prejudice is on the list T______T and there she is ..... #1

i will kindly ask for osamu x pride and prejudice pls & thank u 🤲

pride and prejudice

osamu miya; 2,952 words; fluff, childhood friends to lovers, volleyball player!reader, fem!reader, general cuteness

summary: osamu has known you for longer than he can remember.

a/n: @starrysamu remmyyy thank u!!! and thank u for sending this prompt omfg i actually loved writing it so much u__u i hope u enjoy and yES ofc i couldn't leave miss p&p off this list!!! though the fic has nothing to do with the actual book LOL i hope you like it regardless <3

one.

you have known each other for longer than he can remember.

longer (osamu is convinced) than the summer days. longer (he is still convinced) than the winter nights. longer than the length of a volleyball court, than the glistening white lines that separate the game from everything else beyond it.

you’ve always been small, but you’d never let that stop you. and perhaps it’s this more than anything that grates at osamu’s consciousness — the sheer stubbornness of you. and he knows a thing or two about being stubborn — have you met his twin brother?

but no — you’d insisted, at the tiny, peculiar age of four, that you’d found volleyball first. as if it were something to discovered, like electricity or the new world. even though osamu knows better, knows that volleyball has always been there, just like he knows that atsumu will always try to steal the last popsicle in the freezer and that the sky will always turn blue again after even an entire week’s worth of rain.

“shorty’s can’t play volleyball, y’know,” he drawls, watching you with his head cocked, casually kicking his feet as they dangle from the edge of a low-rise bridge, the summer having reduced the usually hearty waterway to a trickling stream. you stand on the banks, panting, bruises like badges of honor blooming across your knees as you bounce a large ball along your forearms, over and over and over again.

osamu follows the trajectory with half-lidded eyes, his heartbeat ticking inside him like a time-bomb.

“says who?!” you demand, squeaking as the ball bonks off your head, making your eyes water.

osamu hums, caught between morbid amusement and a true, burgeoning curiosity as you dash off after the worn old volleyball.

“says… everyone, duh. tall people play volleyball… shortys…” he trails off, casting his eyes up at the first flickering stars as they wink into existence along the far horizon, “i dunno… shorty’s probably make ramen or riceballs or something like that.”

“samuuuu! it’s dinner time!” the clank of their old bike alerts osamu to his twin’s appearance, even as atsumu screeches to a halt the foot of the bridge, looking between osamu and you, now cradling the ball in your arms, your eyes bright and sharp as — yes, osamu thinks, bright as the evening stars.

“c’mon,” osamu says, hoisting himself up and jerking his head towards his brother.

“don’t wanna,” you say, stomping a foot as you turn resolutely away from him even as he rolls his tiny, four-year old eyes.

“don’t be stupid. kaa-chan made taimeshi —”

“oh! my favorite!”

osamu smirks as you bound up to meet them, his previous slights apparently long forgotten as you race off down the road, shouting over your shoulder that the last person there has to do the dishes. atsumu shrieks and nearly topples the bike chasing after you, leaving osamu to sigh and jog slowly after the two of you.

he wonders how long it’ll take before you outgrow this weird new obsession with volleyball. but then again, watching you play, it did seem like fun.

maybe, he’ll even give it a try one day.

two.

you’ve got a solid 10 centimeters on him by the time he and atsumu make it to the starting lineup in their middle school team. by then, you’d already been the star for an entire season, what with your boundless energy and your painful determination.

he’s seen you at school games, but of course he has — streaking along the sides of the court, jumping high enough to convince half the stadium that gravity does indeed play favorites.

“anddd… inarizaki middle takes another stunning victory over the girls at shukugawa tech! that number 11 is really someone to watch!”

he meets you after the match with a cold pocari sweat and a bag of caramel candies.

“you’re dropping your elbows on your spikes again,” he says, even as atsumu smacks both his palms into yours in celebration.

you pause, wiping at your face with the towel dangling around your neck.

“shaddap! we won, didn’t we?”

osamu sighs, “guess you did.”

“so, when’s your first game?”

osamu sniffs as he tries to keep the blush from crawling too far up his neck as he looks away.

“tomorrow afternoon.”

atsumu jabs a thumb into his chest with a cheeky grin, “you gonna be there to watch us cream the other team?”

“course i will!” you say as you flash them a smile that has osamu wondering if, just like gravity, perhaps the sun plays favorites too.

three.

the twins grow nearly a head and a half over one summer before high school and you’re inconsolable for weeks.

“it’s not fair!”

osamu sighs, fighting the urge to roll his eyes for the twelfth time that night as you smack another ball across the net and toss another for him to set.

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

“guys and girls grow different… it’s not like it’s a secret or anything —”

ba-bam! thump thump thump.

osamu catches the next ball you toss for him, straightening to shake his sweaty bangs from his eyes.

“you’re dropping your elbows again. and you’re pulling back too hard on your swing — you’re gonna throw out your shoulder if —”

“what’s it matter anyway?!”

your voice is loud enough to echo, even in the giant gymnasium, even with all the doors thrown open to let in the autumn breeze. osamu doesn’t miss your fingers curled into fists at your sides, he doesn’t miss the tremor in your voice like the first rumble of thunder before a summer storm.

“it matters cause if you injure yourself, you’re not gonna be able to play —”

“i — i haven’t grown since i was twelve years old! w-what’s it matter if i get hurt o-or if i can’t keep playing? it’s only a matter of time before i’m too short —”

“fine then. quit.”

your head jerks up, your eyes wide and watery as you stare at him. the ball falls out of your grip and bounces, listless, once, twice, three-four-five times against the waxed wooden floor before rolling to a stop against one of the padded net poles.

osamu shrugs, feeling suddenly too cold and too hot all at once as something he thinks might be anger roils in the depths of his stomach, and then all he wants to do is scream and run laps around the building till this inexplicable fire inside him goes out.

instead, he turns away from your piercing, accusatory gaze and starts picking up volleyballs, casually tossing them up and setting them back into the big blue ball bin.

“osamu… you giant fucking asshole!”

bomph-thwack — something smacks against the back of his head so hard his vision goes blurry. but before he has the strength to whip around and look for you, you’d already gone, racing out of the gym, leaving osamu utterly bewildered as he raises a hand to touch the bump already rising at the back of his head.

“ow… what the fuck was that?!”

later that night, when he recounts the tale to atsumu, who’d spent a solid fifteen minutes laughing at the fact that he’d gotten nailed in the head by a girl, atsumu had pinned him with a flatlined look and said —

“well, ya kinda did deserve it.”

to which osamu had responded by promptly shoving atsumu’s face into a pillow and holding it there.

four.

you don’t quit volleyball, because of course you don’t. and osamu knows you well enough by now to know that you run on a combination of energy drinks and spite. but you don’t talk to him for weeks, and that sucks more than he quite has the words to explain.

so he doesn’t. and he doesn’t.

atsumu is the first one to notice, but then when kita-san finds him in the lockers one day to ask him what’s wrong, osamu thinks that it must be more serious than he’d thought.

he finds you practicing by the river, his footsteps slowing as he pauses to watch the shape of you silhouetted against the setting sun, the ball bouncing up in perfect rhythm as you bend at the knees and bop it back up, again and again and again.

he allows himself a smile as he makes his way over and plops down in the grass.

“your shoulders are getting tense again.”

you don’t answer, don’t even show any sign that you’d heard him, expect for the near imperceptible drop in your shoulders as you force them down the second before the ball makes contact with your outstretched arms.

bomph-bomph-bomph

the ball goes up and up and up again.

you don’t turn to look at him so osamu takes a deep breath and casts his eyes up at the darkening sky.

“it was a shit thing to say. i’m s —”

“we’re playing shiratorizawa this weekend.”

you both speak at the same time.

bomph-bomph-bomph

osamu jerks upright to stare at you.

“shiratorizawa? aren’t they in miyagi? what are they doing here?”

you bump the ball way up and fall a few steps back. he watches as you mark the ball with your eyes, the way your whole body goes fluid as you do your run-up, bending down, your entire being held perfectly still for a single second before you leap up into the air.

like this, he thinks, it really does look like you’re flying.

thwack.

the ball comes straight at him, but this time, he’s ready for it. he jerks the side to avoid it and catches it as it threatens to bounce off towards the open road behind him.

“dunno… some kinda training camp or something,” you say, shrugging as you climb up the short incline to join him on the grass. you drop down next to him as he cradles the ball in his lap, eyes trained on his fingers as they dig into the worn grooves around the old ball.

“hm. their boys team is a pain in the ass to play against.”

you laugh, “their girls are just as bad.”

“hm.”

you turn towards him, “not gonna wish me good luck?”

osamu tosses the ball up to balance it on the tip of a single finger.

“why would i? ‘s not like you’re gonna need it anyway.”

you bump him with your shoulder before snatching the ball from his hand and jumping up to race off towards the road.

“mom’s makin’ gyoza tonight! last one there’s gotta do the dishes!”

osamu groans as he pushes himself up, but jogs after you all the same, wondering just how long of a head start he should give you before he races after you.

he shoves your head forward as he catches up to you, chuckling as you yelp.

“how bout if you win this weekend, i’ll come over and do the dishes for you for a whole week!”

you laugh, chasing after him, “and if we lose?”

osamu turns around, grinning as you narrow your eyes at his easy gait, even as he’s running backwards, still noticeably faster than you, “mah… i haven’t thought that far yet. i mean, ‘s not like you’re gonna lose, right?”

five.

when they lose to karasuno, you’re crying way harder than anyone on their team.

atsumu huffs, scowling to keep his own tears at bay as you bawl into his chest, your other arm wrapped around osamu’s waist. osamu sighs, reaching up to pat you placidly on the back, even as something in his own chest coils tight, and then tighter.

“d-damnit — you guys p-played so well, too! th-that little number t-ten was — was such a freak!”

at this, osamu chuckles, pulling back to take you by the shoulders, “says our own tiny volleyball freak.”

you sniffle and wipe at your eyes, glaring defiantly up at him. and as he watches you hiccup, reaching up to wipe at your red, puffy cheeks, something inside him seems to snap all at once.

he tugs you forward and before he knows it, all he can feel are your rapid, uneven breaths — all he can taste is salt and the faint hint of your mint chapstick.

he hears atsumu make a half-disgusted, half-resigned sort of sound next to him but he doesn’t care. he kisses you till your breaths are no longer choppy, till he can feel your fingers digging into the sore tightness in his biceps. till someone clears their throat and he pulls back, breathless, to find aran staring at him with his arms crossed.

“team meeting in five,” aran says as he pointedly turns back around to usher the rest of the stunned team towards where their stuff is. several people from other schools are staring and whispering behind their hands but at a sharp glare from atsumu, they all scatter.

“feeling better?” osamu asks, unable to keep the lilting edge of a tease out of his voice as he pulls you with him into a deserted corner of the stadium. you blink up at him, your eyes a bit unfocused and still red from crying as you reach up to press your fingers to your lips. and then, you jolt back to life all at once and whack him on the arm.

“ow! w-what was that for?!”

“did you do that just to stop me crying?”

“wha — no! i — i did it cause — i — i don’t really know why — ow! stop hitting me!”

osamu grabs your arms and pins them to your side, pressing you up against the large pillar behind you, currently keeping the two of you hidden from view. he stares down at you, at the way your eyes are bright and sharp even in this relative, borrowed darkness, at the way your chest heaves up and down, up and down, stretching at the fabric of your very well-fitted sports top. he stares at the way your lips are still parted, and he hates the fact that he now knows exactly how they taste, knows just how soft they are, after having wondered for years and years and years.

he wonders how long he’s wanted to kiss you.

longer, he thinks, probably, than the summer days.

longer, he knows, than the winter nights.

“s-samu?”

“hm? oh. sorry…” he shakes his head and lets you go slowly, but he should’ve known you’d never let him off that easy. it’s just not who you are.

you narrow your eyes and he feels caught by your gaze.

“if you didn’t do it to stop me crying… then why’d you do it?”

osamu allows himself a deep sigh, taking half a step back, “ah… can’t a guy just kiss the girl he likes without being interrogated about it?”

you blink, and then, you reach out to whack him again.

“dumbass-samu… you’re gonna be late to your team meeting.”

osamu feels a strange mixture of pride and elation ballooning in his chest as he notices the way you’re blushing, the way you refuse to meet his eyes. he reaches down to ruffle your hair even as you yelp and try to swat him away.

“right, right — wait for me, yeah?”

you roll your eyes but you’re smiling as you say, “of course, idiot… where else would i be?”

six.

“so tell me… why’d you really kiss me that time after the karasuno match?”

it’s winter, two years later, and osamu’s arm is slung casually around your shoulders as the rest of the team chatters and drinks and makes a mess in the corner of the bought-out restaurant for their first annual high school reunion.

osamu hums, nursing a half-finished glass of sake.

“mah… i guess i just wanted to make myself feel better after getting my ass whopped, y’know?”

you laugh and try to dig your elbow into his side but he clamps his arm around you and holds you close. outside, the snow is finally starting to slow.

“have you figured it out yet, then? what you’re gonna study in college?”

at this, osamu turns to cast you a sidelong look.

“you’re not mad that i’m quitting volleyball?”

you shrug, “why would i be mad? it’s not like you’re making me quit with you.”

this time, he shrugs, “well, tsumu was mad for like… a week.”

you roll your eyes, “yeah, and i’m so similar to your brother.”

osamu makes a noncommittal noise that once again prompts you to try and elbow him in the side.

“then you tell me… what do you think a former volleyball star should do after quitting, hm?”

you swirl your own drink around your glass, your cheeks dusted in pink as you consider for a moment. then, you smirk as you look back up at him with a wistful gaze.

“make ramen or riceballs or… something like that, right?”

osamu smiles, leaning down to gaze his lips along your cheek before reaching out to tip your head back to press you lips to his.

“y’know, that actually doesn’t sound like such a terrible idea.”

2k celebration reqs still open! :)

[goldom]

Hi, three. Day 8

Being doing a lot of nothing but farming and matching-three until I could get around to the next prescribed manga reading. Did that. Manga thoughts go:

Confused by why Yae Sakura and Kallen are hardcore making out the instant they meet but yknow I'm not complaining

Actually I am complaining that they could draw that back then but can't get away with letting two girls even express chaste love in canon now. China is breaking my heart.

That riceball is larger than her head

Pros: lesbians. Cons: dead lesbians.

Now I know why Yae Miko is a fox I guess

Onto the other series...

Why does this official manga on the official site have stupid editor's notes all over it like a fan scanlation?

Kiana's first thought upon meeting her ancestor who could pass as her twin: wow she's hot

God, Otto can just fuck alllll the way off. What a compete shit human being. What never came across in people talking about how he went evil to try to save the woman he loved is that she didn't want him. He's a creepy stalker obsessed with his imaginary relationship with a lesbian woman. You might think I have strange priorities to find that worse than literally trying to end the world but too bad.

I know I'm still early and my thoughts may change with later story but for now I want to say: Can we not compare him to Stelle ever again please. Let us compare her to Kallen instead:

Or Mei. (I don't know context of this yet but I can't not know the line.)

It's honestly wild to me how closely I wrote Stelle to these other women without knowing about them and despite it being a pretty big departure from canon Stelle (so far. She's grown a lot through 2.x). Makes me feel more justified in changing her like that. Like I correctly identified a major theme of the franchise.

Of course another major theme of the franchise is "immortality bad" and I kicked that one out the door, so.

[vile-wizard]

Riceball twins got me feeling maternal ....

I mean look at them...

[oraclememehacker]

Oh! Riceball knows what to do now! Now they need to have multiverse adventures! Face off against evil twins! Go 88 miles an hour in a dangerous metal box!

"As fun as all of that is, I think I'm a little multiversed out. Especially after the tear and the fractured."

[ginza-division]

Relationship: Family - Eiji Noguchi

Yasuo Noguchi (64 Years Old) - Eiji's father, and a highly acclaimed astrologist. He's written many books on the wonders of space and astronomy, several of which have become required reading in some universities for aspiring astronomers. He is a good family man and in his off-time, he likes to spend time with his wife and grandkids. He can occasionally be seen in his backyard at night, looking up at the stars with his telescope.

Atsuko Noguchi (62 Years Old) - Eiji's mother, and a dedicated mother and wife. She's a retired historian who loved traveling to different parts of the world, finding out the mysteries of ancient civilizations. She met her husband, Yasuo, during one of these trips and love eventually blossomed with the result being three grown children. She isn't exactly sure of Eiji getting involved with Chuohku and the Prime Minister, but supports him, nonetheless.

Taira Noguchi Toshiko (40 Years Old) - Eiji's older sister, and a neurochemist. She's always been fascinated by chemistry and the particles that make up a person or a thing. After years of hard work and study, she was able to graduate from university and join a science lab in Tokyo, where she is putting her smarts to good use. Despite her stern appearance, she is quite a nice person once you get to know her.

Bunko Noguchi Wakabayashi (35 Years Old) - Eiji's younger sister, and a children's storybook author. At first, her heart was set on being a teacher for young kids. But after reading reports and essays she wrote for class assignments, her English university professor recommended she try her hand at writing instead. Though she was, at first, skeptical, her first storybook, Turtles by the Riverside, received the Children's Choice Book Award, which cemented her career choice. She also works as a spokesperson for her older brother's social media platform, PROFILE.

Maiya Satoko Noguchi (37 Years Old) - Eiji's wife, and his "sunshine on a cloudy day". She works as both a social sciences professor and a librarian at the University of Tokyo, and is a former alumna. She and Eiji both met in college during a class project and soon began dating. Fast forward years later, and the two eventually became husband and wife. Like Bunko, she also works as a spokesperson for PROFILE. However, like Eiji's mom, she doesn't like her husband getting involved with Chuohku.

Akeno Noguchi (13 Years Old) - Eiji and Maiya's son, and Una's fraternal twin. Despite his feminine appearance, he identifies as being a 'male'. He is considered the "rebellious" one out of the three due to his appearance, but he really just doesn't like to be bothered by people he doesn't know. He always keeps an eye out for Una at school since he knows how popular she is. He is a lover of food, with his mother's riceballs being his absolute favorite snack. He also cares deeply for his youngest sister, Isuzu, and wishes he could alleviate her suffering somehow.

Una Noguchi (13 Years Old) - Eiji and Maiya's daughter, and Akeno's fraternal twin. Though she swears up and down that she is the older one, even her parents aren't exactly sure who was born first: her or Akeno. She is extremely popular around school, not only due to her smarts, but also her physical skills. Because of that, she is often followed around by her brother, who tries to make sure no one does anything to her. Despite her academic and physical skills, her talent for cooking leaves a lot to be desired. Like her brother, she loves and cares for Isuzu-chan.

Isuzu Noguchi (2 Years Old) - The newest addition to the Noguchi family. She was born with a fatal and unknown sickness that caused her lungs to be unable to absorb enough oxygen, making it hard for her to breathe. It was believed that she would die before the age of two by doctors. Unwilling to accept that, Eiji donated millions of dollars to finding and developing a cure for his child. So far, she has adverted disaster, but Eiji knows that this is only a bandage. He will not stop until he has somehow found a way to make it so that Isuzu can live a normal life like everyone else.

[moonlightwinterdxxix]

A Family of NEETs

[o-rynji]

appreciation post for the riceballs cuz my feed is full of karamatsu

[ichimatsuchub]

Ichimatsu’s face says it all..

[miiuusagi]

New header💕

[airyravenmaid]

They did iiiiit :D