doors

featuring: platonic!miya atsumu (feat. other members of inarizaki)

warning: lowercase intended, half proofread

length: 800 words

atsumu touches the top of the door EVERYTIME he goes through one

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“glad to see i’m not in trouble,” atsumu flashes a smile at the principal and then at [y/n].

“is there any reason you should be in trouble miya?” the principal raises an eyebrow at the blonde twin.

“me? of course not. maybe it’s time we get this tour started,” atsumu stands up hastily, grabbing [y/n]’s hand and heading out the door, giving a light tap to the top of the door frame as he exits.

“are ya a second year like me?” atsumu glances at [y/n], taking her to the end of the hall.

“yeah, my name is [l/n] [y/n]. you can just call me [y/n] though,” she smiles at the blonde.

“my name is miya atsumu, but please call me atsumu.” he opens the door to a room, tapping the top of the door frame as he walks through, “what class are you in?”

[y/n] checks their schedule, “class 2-2”

atsumu breaks out in a grin, “that’s the same class as me. this is our classroom. the only empty seat just so happens to be that one.” he points to the desk next to his.

“oh great,” [f/n] replies sarcastically.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” atsumu shoots [f/n] a look of confusion.

“nothing at all atsumu,” [f/n] sets their bag down.

the faux blonde rolls his eyes and waves [f/n] along. “there’s more i want to show ya,” atsumu exits their classroom, once again tapping the top of the doorway. [f/n] follows behind him.

“have ya decided on a club?” atsumu looks back at the new student.

“not yet. i wasn’t in any before i transferred,” [f/n] explains.

“ya should be our manager!” atsumu’s face lights up, “we don’t have one this year. do ya like volleyball?”

[f/n] nods, “i like it enough. a friend of mine from my old school plays”

“that’s awesome! where did ya use to go anyway?” atsumu opens a new door and goes through it, tapping the door frame once more.

“i uh, used to go to seijoh, in the miyagi prefecture” [f/n] narrows their eyes at atsumu.

“interesting,” atsumu leads [f/n] around the school, pointing out various important rooms.

they make it to the entrance of the practice gym, “do ya want to meet the team you’ll be managing?”

“i never said that i-“

“come meet the team. just once, for me? please?” atsumu looks back at the student he was showing around.

“fine, but make it quick.”

atsumu grins and takes [f/n]’s hand, leading them inside the gym, “i brought a guest!” he yells out into the area. different members of the team look over at their setter.

“you skipped practice to hang out with another student?!” a guy with gray hair yells to the blonde.

“woah, calm down there ‘samu. the principal caught me on the way here, wanted me to show around the new student,” atsumu explains to the team.

a guy with black and white hair walks over to you, “hello, my name is kita. i am the captain of the volleyball team,” kita respectfully bows at [f/n] and they bow back at him. [f/n] smiles at the boy in front of them, giving a greeting of their own in return.

“[f/n] here said they’ll be our manager, since they doesn’t have a club,” atsumu slings his arm around [f/n]’s shoulder.

“i never said that, you idiot,” [f/n] looks up at the faux blonde.

atsumu pouts at [f/n], “that’s mean ya know, ya barely know me”

the grey haired boy from earlier approaches [f/n], “i think it’s quite fitting. my name’s osamu by the way.”

soon enough, they were being introduced to the rest of the team. the coach walks through the door, causing most of the guys to head towards the locker room.

“you should stay and watch us practice,” atsumu looks over at you.

“only if you buy me food afterwards,” [f/n] nods towards the boy.

“i’ll do you one better. i’ll have ‘samu make ya something to eat,” atsumu walks off towards the locker room, slapping the top of the frame as he goes through.

“do he always do that?” [f/n] finally voices what they were thinking, earlier.

“sadly, yes he does but you’ll get used to it if you stick around,” kita speaks up from behind [f/n].

[f/n] realizes he was already changed, “i just might captain. i don’t see why i shouldn’t.”

“good luck,” kita grins at [f/n] before heading off to the court.

“what’s that supposed to mean?!” [f/n] yells towards the older boy who only chuckles in response.

if only they knew what they just got themself in to.

a/n: omg i’m actually posting something?! i might make a “continuation” of this. i might not though. but i’m finally back!

walk away

> fights with atsumu are not often, but when it happens, it's bad. tired and frustrated, you leave for the night, leaving atsumu feeling cold, lonely, and missing you a lot.

pairing : atsumu x gn!reader

warnings : angst, fighting

notes : oh my gosh guys, reese actually wrote something?! idk had sudden inspi for angst and here we are, enjoy my loves <3

fights with atsumu were so rare that you sometimes forgot how bad they could get, because when you two fought, it was like a nuclear war had happened, and the aftermath was even worse. it had been silent in the apartment for maybe three minutes, after you had stomped away to the bedroom and slammed the door before 'tsumu could follow. you could hear him let out a very loud and frustrated yell before he stomped away to the living room.

tired and mad, you pack a bag of some overnight things, you didn't know where you were going but you just had to get out of the apartment before you blew up on your boyfriend a second time, no doubt he'd spend the rest of the night being petty towards you. you throw the bedroom door open and head to the front door, taking three attempts before your shoes slip on, and snatching your keys from the hook beside the door.

atsumu is there in seconds, lured in by the jingling of your keys, and his eyes widen as he catches sight of the bag tossed carelessly on your shoulder. he stands silent for a moment, thoughts circling for a moment that this was his fault and you'd finally had enough of him and you were finally leaving and this was bound to happen because he couldn't keep his big fat mouth shut. he doesn't move as he clutches the hem of his shirt, fighting back tears.

"you-" you stop in your tracks as his voice comes out broken. "yer not- are ya comin' back?" he doesn't look at you as a tear streaks down his face and you almost drop your keys because you haven't heard him be so vulnerable in so long. you'd really forgotten what it was like when he got like this.

you sigh heavily and drop your bag, taking his wrist and rubbing it with your thumb. "I just need a little time to myself, 'tsum. I'll be back tomorrow and we can talk."

he shakes his head. "no don't- I can go, you can stay here I'll- I'll ask 'samu if I can stay with him or I'll go to a hotel but-"

"it's fine, 'tsum. I just need tonight, we'll talk tomorrow, okay?" he bites the inside of his cheek and sniffles, giving a small nod.

"okay, just... I-I love ya, okay?" your eyes are sad as you smile softly.

"I love you too, 'tsum." you take his face in your hands, guiding it so you can press a kiss to his forehead before you open the front door, leaving atsumu standing by the doorway, held back tears finally making way down his face, and he wonders when was the last time he felt like a helpless child.

it's cold when he heads to bed later that night, your warmth isn't pressed against his side, or his back, or his chest. it's not smothering him to the point he has to pull off the covers. he keeps turning over, expecting to find your sleeping face, but there's nothing on your side of the bed, not even the fox plush he got you for your second anniversary, apparently you'd taken it with you, and he wondered if you were hugging it, and if you were missing him too, maybe wearing one of his hoodies to forget that he wasn't in bed beside you.

the night is rough and he barely sleeps, and practice the next day is no better, he's so off his game that meian insists he just take the day off, so atsumu is returning back to the empty apartment three hours earlier than he should, and his mood is made no better when he discovers you're still not home.

a few empty hours past, atsumu spends most of it laying on the couch, aimlessly scrolling through his phone and trying to find something to watch on TV, he eventually falls asleep, and he's still sleeping when you arrive home again, bag over shoulder, and you step out of your shoes quietly, immediately noticing your sleeping boyfriend, and you smile softly. you quietly head to the bedroom and set all of your things down, before stepping back out to the living room, kneeling beside the couch so you can brush some of atsumu's hair out of his face and press a kiss to his forehead, and then one to his nose before he's blinking awake.

he squints his eyes and takes you in. you look just as tired as he does, and atsumu doubts you got any better sleep than he did. he doesn't say anything, just raises his arms, an offer for you to climb on top of him, and you take it, settling down with your head on his chest.

"'m sorry," he whispers delicately, hand rubbing up and down your back.

"me too," you reply, taking his other hand and fiddling with his fingers.

"I love ya."

"I love you more, 'tsum."

he doesn't bother to argue right now, too happy to have you back in his arms.

Inarizaki's lunch break gaming 🕹

- ATSUMU MIYA, TŌRU OIKAWA, KŌTARŌ BOKUTO, Shōyō Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, LEV HAIBA, Satori Tendō, SHŪGO MEIAN, KIYOOMI SAKUSA

i like to think the inarizaki 2nd yrs routinely play a game of rock-paper-scissors before going to vb practices n whoever loses has to buy snacks for all 4 of them

guess who lost this round lol

PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER .ᐟ

ft. hq boys and their acts of intimacy <3

cw : fluff + sfw. timeskip! setting. mentions of bathing together.

ᰔ BOKUTO + BUBBLE BATHS

even though he may be a little too burly to fit comfortably with you in the tub, and it takes a couple minutes to get situated without getting squashed, bokuto loves to bathe with you. he enjoys running the warm water, not too hot, not too cold, but just right. he’ll mix in a nice scented soap that makes bubbles rise high in the bathtub, lavender and citrus you can smell in the mist of your bathroom. he’ll hold your hands under the water, and maybe splash you a couple times, but he shows he cares with the delicate touches he leaves on your skin as he washes away the worries of the world with a sponge of suds. he’ll lather your hair in your favorite shampoo, careful to not snag any knots, and rinse the strands with such gentleness you can barely even feel it. and when you’re all done, he’ll wrap you in a warm towel, snug and clean while he kisses your damp cheeks with a huge smile.

ᰔ KITA + FLOWERS

kita vowed that when he started dating you, he would never allow a week to go by without your vase being filled with a new bouquet. he’ll come home to you, new flowers wrapped in the palm of his hands as he kisses you hello. he loves the the way you get excited, eyes twinkling at the delicate petals and floral scent as you thank him over and over. he’ll watch you with a fond smile as you carefully take them in your grasp, setting them into a pretty vase that makes your home light up with color. he won’t let you see the flowers die, always keeping one for himself so he knows when it’s time to replace them. he’ll always tell you the meaning of the bouquet he got, or leave a pretty note tied around the stems. he buys a different type of flower every time, because he knows you’ll enjoy the variety. he adores you just as much as you adore the beautiful flowers.

ᰔ ATSUMU + MASSAGING YOU

atsumu has talented hands from years of playing volleyball, and he puts them to good use when you complain that you’re sore. he’ll knead at the expanse of your skin, smiling to himself as you sigh in content. he’ll rub away the tiredness of your muscles, gentle but calculated touches everywhere you could need. he likes to hold your hands in his, massaging from your fingers all the way up to your arms, and back down to your hands again. he’ll lay your sock-clad feet in his lap, squeezing and rubbing the ache away with his fingers. he’ll sit you on his lap, massaging the discomfort of your cramping shoulders until your melting into his touch. he won’t be rough, making sure his touch is tender and soft while he works the knots out. he kindly kisses your skin when he’s done, and feels that it’s a mission accomplished when you tell him you feel much better.

ᰔ OSAMU + FEEDING YOU

as long as osamu is around, you will always have a full plate. he’s always in the kitchen, a small and sacred book of his ma’s recipes standing proud on an easel. you don’t remember the last time you’ve heard your stomach grumble, because he’s already sliding a bowl your way. he loves how domestic it feels, to use the recipes he once enjoyed as a kid and serve them to you on a silver platter. he likes that you’re his personal taste tester, giving him a thumbs up with full cheeks as you chew. when your sick, he’ll insist on feeding you, hot spoon of soup between his fingers, his hand cusped at the bottom to catch any that falls. he’ll wake you up in the early mornings to tell you the food is ready, and sometimes surprise you with breakfast in bed. he’ll kiss your chubbed cheeks as you munch on one of his special onigiris, and ask you if you want another until your belly is full.

ᰔ AKAASHI + READING TO YOU

akaashi enjoys reading to you every chance he gets. a book held in the palms of his hands, licking his thumb every time he turns the page. he’ll have you curled up to his side, or sat between his legs, as he reads aloud the words imprinted on the page. he’ll add emotion to his voice at the important parts, and he’ll glance at your face to see your reaction. his voice is soft and soothing as he reads, occasionally moving his hand towards your hair to gently caress the top of your head. when it’s nighttime, he reads to you almost as if it’s a bedtime story, bedside lamp warming the room with it’s light as he flips through the pages. chapter after chapter he brings you closer to sleep, pages like a lullaby of prompts and fiction. he’ll pause when he notices your reactions have gone silent, breathing evened out as you lulled into a quiet slumber. he’ll smile as he puts a bookmark between the spine, already anticipating tomorrow when he can continue to read you the next chapter.

its 7am in the morning...

Fox marching

Art for event 稲荷崎 : 百鬼夜行

Osamu feeds you when you don't eat

osamu miya x gn!reader | fluff | i'm going back to 505 words cw: reader doesn't have an apetite/doesn't eat much, samu is a lil insistent you eat a/n: this started as haji and godzilla turned samu and shrek. does shrek even bully peasants in the sequel

It’s kind of corny how much Osamu likes Shrek. He stores DVD copies of the entire franchise in the TV stand even though he hasn’t owned a DVD player since 2012. Once, Netflix removed the Shrek holiday special from their service- the one he never even watched- and his comedic fit of outrage had left him huddled on the ground, heartbroken. So it’s only natural that once again, you sit in front of the TV as the opening to, in his words, the unchallenged supreme reigning cinematic masterpiece that is Shrek 2 plays its soundtrack.

“Pause it!” yells Osamu from the kitchen.

“You know it by heart!”

“I know,” Osamu appears beside you, holding two bowls. “But I need the full experience.”

You take a moment to see what he’s made. Oyakodon- a warm, soupy broth of chicken and eggs served over white rice. It looks good, it really does, but you don’t have much of an appetite and you know you probably won’t eat it. Osamu places it in your hands anyway and you don’t have the heart to tell him no, not after he spent an hour in the kitchen for you. “Thank you, 'Samu.”

You’re halfway through the movie when Osamu lifts the bowl from your hands and shifts you into his lap. You don’t notice, not really, because Shrek is in the middle of abusing another peasant and it’s just so perfectly ridiculous you can’t help but be entranced. So you don’t think twice when Osamu whispers a soft open by your ear and you hardly process it when you swallow something down. He does it again and again and again, until you look up and Osamu’s smug, triumphant, holding up another spoonful.

“‘Samu!” You push against his chest and he falls back a little. “I can feed myself, you know.”

“Didn’t look like it.”

“I wasn’t hungry!”

“Ya ate half th’ bowl!”

“You tricked me! Those bites don’t count.”

Osamu laughs. It’s loud and happy and rings in the air- rings over even Shrek’s roars. He grins at you again. “Bite?”

You purse your lips. “No.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re being annoying!”

He swirls the spoon in the air. “Here comes th’ airplane!”

“No, 'Samu!” You beat at him and bury your face into his chest. He laughs, and you hear the clink of porcelain on the coffee table before his arms wrap around you too.

“Ya just hadn’t eaten all day.” Softer this time.

“I know.”

“Need the protein to get big an’ strong!”

“Mhm.”

“So you’ll take another bite?”

You nuzzle further into him, hiding your face. “No.” Silence for a moment. “Maybe.”

Osamu smirks. “It’s really good, ya know.”

You sigh, releasing yourself from his chest. You reach for the spoon and let the rice fall onto your tongue. The chicken is tender, the eggs delicate, and the subtlety of scallions paired with the salty broth create a comforting taste in your mouth. “It is good, ‘Samu.” You mean it.

“I am an amazing chef.” It’s true.

“... Bite?”

masterlist

returned from the dead to offer this

i might make a part two who knows hee hee

part two | part three

onigiri guild hangout | urban fantasy AU

+ close ups !!

the secret’s out

featuring: platonic!inarizaki x reader

warning: mild language, ignore the timestamps 

length: ~800 words

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“let’s go hang out at my place,” atsumu speaks up as everyone tries to get settled on the bus.

“it’s going to be almost midnight by the time we get back atsumu,” aran sits up in his seat.

“all the more reason to go together,” the faux blonde shrugs.

“surprisingly, he makes a good point. it’s not like we have school or practice tomorrow. i think a sleepover sounds nice,” kita looks around to his team members. he could see how tired each one of them looked.

“a sleepover? really? what are we five?,” a half asleep suna speaks up from your shoulder.

you swat at his arm, “i think ‘sleepover’ is a cute term.”

“thank you [f/n],” kita send you a warm smile.

“so, are y’all coming over?” samu turns to the rest of his team.

most of the team agreed to staying over the miya’s residence. those who disagreed didn’t live too far from the school and would much rather go to their own homes.

after the decision was made everyone went about doing their own things. some went to sleep while others either talked with one another or went on their phones. you check your phone and see you have a new message.

after a few hours you’re met with yelling. your eyes flutter open slowly and you’re met with aran holding back an angry atsumu while ginjima is holding back a smug osamu.

“what the actual fuck are you two doing?” you stand up, eying the twins.

both of them shut up almost instantly. they know first hand just how scary a sleepy [f/n] can be.

“thank you so much for that,” akagi sits up in his seat, removing the pillow from his head as he does so.

you step towards the twins, “off, let’s go.”

atsumu makes to effort to move first and osamu moves soon after him.

“go drop your things off and let’s go,” you stand by the bus. after the twins walk off, aran enters your field of vision.

“how did you do that?” he looks at you in astonishment.

“i could show you if you really want me to,” you look up at the ace.

“no thank, i’m good. sorry i asked,” aran follows the twins into the club room.

by the time you made it to the twins house it was almost 12:30. the twins brought extra pillows and blankets into the living room for everyone to use. while you were waiting for them to finish, suna made his way through the door. you both decided to find something to watch.

after very little debate, you both settled on watching monster house. once the movie was playing, you check your phone.

“who’s that?” osamu looks down at your phone before you can hide it away from him.

“it’s their boyfriend,” suna grins at you, “you should see the way they interact with one another.”

“what are you talking about rin?” you glare at the middle blocker.

“yeah, what are you talking about rin?” atsumu looks over at suna.

“you can tell how much he cares about them. he was willing to come from wherever he lives to pick them up. i don’t think he likes you two very much,” rintarou chuckles.

“what?!” atsumu gets up and matches his way over to you. at this point, you’re unsure why he’s outraged. it could be the boyfriend or the fact the boyfriend apparently doesn’t like him.

“rin, i swear when i get my hands on you,” you get up, grabbing the pillow that you were laying against. by now, you have two options, defend yourself from atsumu or attack suna.

“what are you all yelling about?!” kira’s normally calm voice calls throughout the house. you all turn to the doorway to see him and aran coming in.

“atsumu, osamu, and suna are invading my privacy!” you send pointed looks to the aforementioned boys.

“[f/n] has a boyfriend!” the three boys point at you.

“you have a boyfriend?” aran looks at you in wonder.

“who is he? do we know him?” kita turns his attention to you.

“not you both too!” you huff, “i’ll tell you guys when i’m ready. he’s from my old school. that’s all you can know for now.”

“why not just give us a name?” osamu asks.

“because i’m not ready to let you all in on that part of my life,” you look between the five boys, hoping now they finally understand.

“fine then i’ll just ask matsukawa,” suna picks up his phone.

“rin!” you shout at the boy, throwing your pillow at him.

a/n: hope everyone had a great day!

been a min since i drew rin

vball captain!atsumu miya + manager!reader . . <3

-> pure fluff + sfw, not proofread, new to writing pls omfg 😭 -> !! reader is female !! . . . inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was utterly scared, but nonetheless proud of getting his dream role in the volleyball team after years of playing, until all his fears went away when a certain (h/c) girl was introduced to the team as the official manager inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who secretly admired how adorable you were, sitting on the bench like a supportive girlfriend, noting down anything and everything about the team, training them personally from time to time, bringing them water bottles.. everything you did was adorable to a certain blonde..! inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who used his position to get close to you, but never try to force himself on you. he would playfully insist that you give him his water bottle first as captain, or he would intentionally ask you to help him demonstrate a few exercises with the team just to feel your touch, but he would also insist on washing the water bottles and towels with you in his spare time, or would offer to lock up instead of you so you could get home early, claiming that "he's your captain too, he needs to take care of you like any other member". inarizaki manager!reader who started staying later after practice with inarizaki captain!atsumu miya to help him improve and to ensure that the captain was not overworking himself. partly due to coach's suggestion, but mostly because you had started to care for the blonde as well. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who ended up catching a fever and missing out on practice after a particularly hard and long day at practice in addition to the usual extra practice that you were unable to supervise this time due to another extra curricular activity. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was floored to see his beloved manager at his doorstep with pickled plums, medicine, and hot soup wrapped daintily in a little basket. he felt himself collecting tears upon hearing you ramble about how worried you were, scolding him to not overwork himself and how important his health is, how important he is. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who began to whine and started tearing up due to how touched he truly was by your gesture, and how ashamed he was to seem even the slightest bit of weak in front of you especially as a captain. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who, in his little tantrum, had ended up accidentally spilling how he wanted to be the one to impress you and how he should be doing the romantic gestures and not you. inarizaki captain!atsumu miya who was even more floored, jaw dropped wide, when he finally heard his beloved manager offer to let him swoon her with his "romantic gestures" once he got better. ---- @loveiwaizumis 2024 please do not repost, translate, copy. reblogs and likes appreciated <3

here’s an aran too !

let me live my fratboy!inarizaki dream okay?

chars: ‘tsumu, osamu, suna, & kita

nsfw — mdni, tw: corruption

fratboy!atsumu who is literally the worst person alive, but he’s hot and a good fuck so it makes it okay, okay?

he’s fucked every girl from his fan club and every bimbo on campus but that’s not what satisfies him at all. prissy, hard-to-get girls with their hymens still intact really turns him on. why? because he enjoys the chase of a women who won’t instantly fall to her knees for him. secretly finding information about his next target so he could casually end up in the same study period, or walking along the same path just so he could talk to her. it could be labeled kind ‘stalkery’ but he labeled it as persistent, because at the end of the day once her manicure was clawing at his back it’s mission accomplished, and onto the next. “you didn’t think i actually wanted you? did you” he’d chuckle in the faces of the girls who looked at him with tears in their eyes, he figured that in the end they would end up blaming themselves for fucking a known whore anyway.

fratboy!suna whose an old money nepo-baby, in which he flashes his parents cash to attract gold digger, wannabe future housewives.

slut is an understatement, calculated whore is a better term. as a psyc major he’s the king of gaslighting and manipulation, AND THE GIRLS EAT IT UP. unlike atsumu he somewhat puts in the effort to finding a girlfriend, but there’s always a new one…every month. being sly and cunning is genetic according to him, it’s also the same way he manipulates girls into not wearing condoms. “c’mon pretty, how’re gonna give me an heir with latex in the way, hmm?” and it works every time. every selfish, greedy girlfriend he’s had falls for his antics in hopes to marry their way into his family, and give him a baby. let’s just say the only “compensation” they got was from a therapist or him buying them off to get a plan b the next morning.

fratboy!kita who is literally so smart he manages to y= m (x+d)^2 + k, girls into his bed.

it’s all so innocent at first when he offers to carry a certain girls books, and that turns into him sitting next to her in class. it’s cute from a far, isn’t it? when in reality he’s just singled out the classes bimbo in hopes to tutor her. day by day he’d observe while sitting next to her, as she’d glance over at him to catch him staring from time to time. she thought that he was maybe admiring how pretty she was or caught on to her perfume of the day, but that was never the case. in his mind he was practically drooling over the way her tits spilled out of her shirt, or when they had a test and he could tell she stayed up all night because she looked completely fucked out. after her whining a few times about her grades he offered to help, which just turned into him making her that much dumber by fucking her over his desk till she was babbling. “stupid girls fall into stupid traps” he’d say, and the fact that he did this every semester meant that he was always right.

fratboy!osamu who is literally the most nonchalant asshole known around the entire campus.

osamu was too persuasive for his own good. he could never hold a solid relationship or friendship with anyone of the opposing gender, why? because he ends up fucking all of his female friends, and then ghosting them not even 24 hours after. his tricks were the same with every girl, and a night out with him always turned into the walk of shame the following morning. the only notifications any girl would receive from him afterwards is a copy of their intoxicated sex tape which most don’t remember making and a follow up message saying “my friends think you look really good on camera btw”. confronting him after study hall the next day wouldn’t change a thing, simply because the only response he’d give was “do i know you?”

SLUTTSUMU 2023