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beybuniki · 3 months
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the quiet twin
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rkgknno · 1 month
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Hello friends this is a formal invitation to welcome you to onigiri miya for tomorrow's group field trip. we will be meeting at 8AM sharp in front of the nearest 7-11. those of you who are unable to make it due to circumstances will be provided with a number to call to request their immaculate delivery service. thank you very much for your participation and i hope you will employ our services again.
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haztory · 2 months
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['sex' by the 1975]
⤷ atsumu miya x f!reader; best friends, references to infidelity, pining, sexual content (w.c 3.1k)
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“it’s not sex.” he insists between mouthfuls. a drop of mustard dots the corner of his mouth. you stare incredulously.
“are you joking?” you ask. atsumu just shrugs his shoulder, intense focus saved for the burger held in his hands. practically inhaling a third of it in one bite as he brings it up to his mouth.
“‘s not like it’s the real thing.” he bobs his head side to side in consideration of the sandwich before he’s grabbing at the fries in your lap, “can i haf some.”
the carton lays practically emptied from his pilfering next to your abandoned chicken nuggets. three remaining, absent of consumption in favor of a bewildered stare at the man seated beside you on his bed. 
“fingering is penetration, that’s sex.” you say simply.
atsumu raises a brow, “yer gyno having sex with ya?”
“that’s different.” you level a stare at him, one that’s serious and fierce and that communicates everything you mean in the single look alone. he meets it with one of his own, familiarity and uncommunicated languages all the rage between the two of you. “she doesn't make me cum.”
“neither does yer boyfriend.” he shrugs, taking another large bite of his burger as you screech in offense. your hand meets his bicep with a sharp slap and he grabs at it in pain. “ow! ya were the one that told me that!”
”some people take a minute to figure it out.”
”sounds like its taking a lot longer than a minute.” he mutters to himself. “look, its a lost cause. just dump the guy before it gets anywhere. ya haven’t had sex yet, he’s got a weird face, dude cant tell a fake orgasm from a real one. why are ya fighting me on this?”
“fingering is sex! your body count would be zero if fingering didnt count.” you insist loudly and atsumu rolls his eyes. he crumples the foil his burger came in and throws it across the room, cheering loudly when it makes it into the bin in the corner of his room. 
his room is much the same since the last time you visited. photos of passing years sit framed on the desk— an image of he and osamu with their arms wrapped around each other, taken right before atsumu left for the olympics. another of you and atsumu placed right next to it, you leaning over his shoulder and him laughing loudly, beer bottles held deftly in hands and drunken flushes decorating your faces. momentos of faded high school memories, interspersed with flashes of young adult realities. 
its more sophisticated than it once was. minimal in furniture, and of the items that decorate the room they’re the perfect reflection of a twenty-four year old athlete. his closet is lined with designer gifted clothes, but his desk chair remains stacked with undone laundry, the basics of his everyday life found in the plush cushion more than on the hangers. the jacket you’re currently wearing was stolen from the top of that pile just after delivering a pointed comment at how cold he keeps his apartment. 
its a far cry from the bedroom he used to share with his brother, the one you remember at the dusk of previous memories. it was cramped and contained, lines between the two boys constantly blurred and you having to learn rather quickly where to step and when. but even now, as he lives on his own in a city a bit further from you than you’re comfortable with, not much has changed. you still sit on the left side of the bed and he takes the right; you still eat burgers on his bed and steal his jackets, and he throws papers into trash bins and insists he could’ve made it professional were he not already in volleyball; you still moan and complain about the woes of daily life and he still listens to them endlessly, interjecting the same amount of dumb enthusiasm as you know him to have. 
there is still much in common that remains between he and you. trusted familiarity, endless comfort; a bubble that remains whole and precious, unaltered despite life dealing its hand to you. you’re convinced there’s no one else in the world that gets you quite like atsumu does. 
there’s also no one in the world that works you up, quite like atsumu does.
atsumu stands from the bed, retrieving your own trash from your lap and chucking the rest of it in the bin. lithe and lean, he moves with a body that is sculpted to perfection as he turns off the overhead light and instead turns on the desk lamp, submerging the room in the lowly warmth of its glow. days are shorter now and the sun has just made it return home, leaving you to the dim luster of a pleasant comfort. 
its quiet, intimate. words entirely inappropriate to describe the weekly hangout with your best friend of seven years. 
pushing thoughts aside, you fight to remember what the whole point of the conversation was about. a boyfriend, right. your boyfriend.
right. 
“and he does not have a weird face, he’s just… interesting. it’s what i liked about him.” 
“revolting. i’m this close to spiking a ball in his face. it would be plastic surgery for the dud.”
“you’re being mean.” you tell him. 
atsumu scoffs loudly, “and yer being stupid! yer the one that’s complaining to me about it. yer really gonna date a guy who can’t figure it out when he fingers ya? what happens when ya actually have sex with the bozo?”
“it takes practice. i don’t blame him for not being able to get me there on the first try. i see him later tonight so i’ll talk to him about it. it’s hard to figure out how to turn someone on and then try to, you know, get me there—“
“woahwoahwoah—timeout.” atsumu hold his hands perpendicular to one another, forming a ‘t’. his eyebrows practically touch the hairline of his bleached hair. “he doesn't even turn you on?”
“not everyone is good at everything, like you.” you mean it sarcastically, but it comes out short and meek. it’s embarrassing to have to cover for the misgivings of your current beau, but there’s an obligation to. a point to make, especially to the man in front of you. 
you’ve met the ex-girlfriends, heard their feedback for the man before you. an average of six out of ten in boyfriend material, but he knocks the ball out of the park when it comes to the bed—or so you’ve heard. 
(aya, the most recent girl to have made her grand exit, followed you on instagram and asked you to not be a stranger. whether that was so she could have her in for atsumu or because she really wanted to be friends is still up for debate, but the gesture ended with a message in your directs.
[9:17] it sucks, he’ll always be more in love with volleyball than any girl he could ever date. and even if he didn’t, you’re his number two anyway, so there’s really no way i can win.
[9:20] i’m super sorry, aya. if it’s any consolation, i really liked you two together. he’s just slow, i’m sure you guys will figure it out.
[9:20] you were our biggest argument. 
[9:20] so no, i don’t think we will.
[9:21] i’ll miss that dick tho, best orgasm of my life. rip
there’s not much you can say to a message like that. there’s not much you can say to the surge of smugness that courses through you either, so you don’t.
you don’t tell atsumu about it.)
“alright. sit up then.”
his voice startles you. “what?” 
suddenly, he stands before the side of the bed, looming horribly tall over you as he peers down at you. he shoves his hands in the pockets of his gray sweatpants, the fabric unintentionally pulling down ever so slightly and the waistband of his black boxers peeking out in greeting. the light of the desklamp casts a halo over his silhouette.
your attention is drawn upward and it’s hard to deny the familiar pang that tends to strike through you every so often in times like this. the simple effect of being near him. atsumu is unfairly handsome, and while it’s hard to put a name to the feeling that pulses inside of you when the light catches him just right or when a smile is even more charming than usual, the ache is always the same.
it’s fleeting, you convince yourself. something you refuse to settle on for too long. contexts and suppressed hopes pushed to the back of your mind along with the other unspoken things.
“come on.” he gestures two fingers upward. “i’ll show ya how easy it is to turn a girl on.”
its curiosity that has you standing up on your knees on the comforter, nothing more. its the wonder of how exactly your best friend makes his move on women that leads you to be so close to him, chests practically touching. breaths intertwining as atsumu stares a kind of serious into you that you’ve never been in the receiving end of before.
“im gonna touch ya.” his voice is low and your heart beats erratically in your chest. you nod. 
lifting his right hand, cold fingertips run across the heated skin on the back of your arm. digits trailing upward as he paints a pathway up. and it’s nothing—just his hand on your arm, nothing new or different, and yet your breath hitches. innocent in theory, but something solidifies on atsumu’s face, the familiar signs of determination playing out on his face. it’s less babied now, more formed and angular with the growings of an adult man, but it’s the same focus in his eye, the same clench in his jaw. 
his fingers trail up then down, repeating a circular figure on your skin. the sounds of your mingling breaths the only whispers between you two. your eyes dart down to his lips, but his stay fixed on you. studying every flicker of your eye, every inhale. 
his fingers break from their pattern and trails down to your wrist, then your palm, then your own fingers. tracing them, dancing with them, intertwining them slightly only to pull them away. 
“we should stop.” you whisper after a moment of his caress.
“why?” he asks and a quick glance to his gaze reveals that he knows why. he’s just making you spell it out.
it’s unfortunate that the only reason you want to stop is out of principle, and not because you truly have any reservations about any of this. your boyfriend of three months all but an annoying buzz in your ear.
“this feels like cheating.” you tell him simply. atsumu cocks his head to the side, charming smirk pulling across his lips. 
“i’m touching yer arm. this isn’t anything, yet.”
“you shouldn’t be touching my arm like this.”
“why? cause it’s working, right?” his voice drops to a low rumble, words vibrating through you and shooting straight to your core. “see how easy it is?”
“that means this is cheating then, right?” the question is posed, but it’s obvious it’s more to convince yourself than him. because all that he’s done is touch your arm and you’ve felt the bubbling of that unnamed something heat within you. it feels the exact same as it did seven years ago when you met him; feels identical to the moment four years ago when a drunken night led to a drunken kiss that was forgotten about the next day; feels the exact same whenever he looks at you like he does now, like you're open for the taking. a pointedly very different response to the dread that comes when getting intimate with your actual boyfriend. 
and while atsumu may be doing this to prove a point, to rub it in your face that he was right and you were wrong, you don’t trust that you’ll be able to not carry this with you. to not want more than you should. 
“nah.” he says simply, knowingly. “if i kiss you then it’s a problem.”
“oh, so kissing is cheating, but fingering isn’t?”
“can you shuddup? always runnin’ that damn mouth.” he renders you quiet. 
satisfied with your silence, he brings his left hand to cup your jaw, thumb and index finger grasping your chin and tilting your head to the left, leaving your neck exposed. he leans in, nose tracing a line up the column of your neck until he meets the juncture between that and your jaw. it’s a simple movement, and yet it feels like eternity in his hands. his breath hits steadily against the expanse of your cheek as he whispers into your ear.  “does he touch ya like this?” 
the gasp you release is guttural.
the arm previously fiddling with your fingers quickly wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to him. you have no choice but to embrace him with your own arms, hands cupping the back of his neck to steady yourself. it’s impulse to run them down the expanse of his back, to feel the muscles that he’s worked so hard for, but you resist. keeping yourself locked on his neck and nothing more, as though you being pliant to his ministrations wasn’t jeopardizing enough.  
his thumb inches upward, stroking the corner of your lips sweetly. “does he take his time with ya? cause i would.” 
its then that his lips meet the skin of your neck, tingles erupting from the connection. all of its effects causing an inadvertent clench within you. “it’s not about shoving fingers inside and just doing it. its about doing it the way you like it. and i’d make ya tell me how ya like it. since yer always runnin’ that damn mouth, might as well put it to good use.”
its all-encompassing, the traitorous burn between your thighs. and yet, this is the unnamed something, all that you’ve pushed away.
“astumu—” you whine and its in that exhale of yours that he releases a sigh of his own. one that almost sounds restrained.
“tell me to stop.” he says quickly, lips mouthing against your neck as he utters the words. 
and you don’t want him to. not really. the desire is feverish, unlike anything you’ve felt before and to end this is to end the sweetness of something you’ve yet to taste. if it were to be with anyone you would want it to be with him.
you could take the teasing, the “i-told-you-so” from osamu, the obliteration of a friendship for the uncertain promise of something more. but it isn’t right. not like this. if mountains were to come to a head, you want it to happen because they were gravitated to each other, not because the earth told them to do so.
“stop.” you tell him, and it’s like a hot brand that strikes him. he’s immediately pushing away from, untangling his limbs from you and stepping back into the swath of darkness in the room. 
his breaths are deep and heavy, that much you can tell from the distance. shuttering exhales that wrack his chest. you can hardly make out his irises, only see the intensity of dark pupils. it’s hard to believe that he could be feeling the way you do, just from the simple touch alone. a quick glance down to his grey sweatpants proves otherwise. 
a moment, then two, pass by. ragged breaths filling the distance, words spoken in the silent language you’re both fluent in. 
“does this mean i’m easy then?” you ask quietly, an effort to ease the wall of tension. 
“no.” he shakes his head gently, “just means i know ya.”
he knows what he means to say, the words and all of their yearning practically knocking against his teeth to escape. it’s the long haul, almost a decade long game of carefully advanced chess pieces to get to this point. blocked, temporarily, by the appearance of the new guy. a boyfriend of yours that atsumu met once, a guy he barely attempted to learn the name of. for reasons of his own, their knowing pertinent only to him. held deeply within the urges of being seen, the desires of having you wholly, completely.
there are plenty of other ways that he could do this—probably be more eloquent about it. admit pushed away feelings when you’re not in the midst of ranting about how your boyfriend just can’t get you off. 
but the tension irks him. thick enough to cut a knife, always following the two of you in the long held stares and closeness in which you two gravitate towards each other. the answer to your boyfriend problem is standing right in front of you. he knows what he wants you to do when you see your boyfriend later tonight. 
there are certain shoes that atsumu is convinced he could fill better than your boyfriend.
your face is flushed, and the desk lamp makes you look angelic under the lowlights, and you're wearing his jacket like you always do in a way that makes him believe it was always meant for you. and he’s not entirely convinced, even without the cloud of lust that hangs over him, that you don’t want this just as bad as he does.
osamu once said that atsumu wouldn’t admit his feelings to you even if they hit him over the head. they’re here, now. settling in the distance between you two, bobbing in the capsizing waves of want. they ache to be spoken, knock repeatedly against his gritted teeth. 
but a choice is made in that moment, with you looking at him as wild as you are. atsumu will admit to the selfish and prideful part of himself, but this—you— aren’t something to just take. the taste of your neck, the feel of your body against him, it must be given to him, earned. not because he needs to make a petty point, but because you want him to. 
he cares for you too much to be reckless in how he plays his cards. even if osamu will bust his balls for it later.
you have a boyfriend. and he can’t force you to change that. it wouldn’t be right, he’s given you the taste, he hopes it will be enough.
“like that.” he says after a moment, pushing down his pride and long held desires for you. “tell him ya like it like that.”
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a/n: why is it that whenever i stop writing for kuroo, the one i always want to write for is atsumu. also big ups for my beta who entertains me and proofreads me at all hours of the day. i love you sanju!!!!!!
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gigili-jiggly · 1 year
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pov: you told them a funny joke 🤓😛
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emmyrosee · 1 year
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“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?”
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mielplante · 7 months
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kairulean · 1 year
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batter up! ⚾
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mothmosaic · 7 months
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all their dates go like this | based on this post [id in alt]
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natdu · 1 year
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Out of love
Pairing: Timeskip! Kageyama Tobio x Fem reader
Genre: Angst to fluff, hurt/comfort (I swear)
Synopsis: Your boyfriend's behaviour confused you a little. And with the weeks going on and on, you start to feel dejected
Warnings: Grammar - Reader bottles up a lot of feelings for a looong time- Miscommunication - Vulnerable and talkative Tobio - Appearance of Kageyama's Sister (Miwa) - 1 swear word - Mentions of abandonment
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"When did you fall out of love?"
Thats what you ask him on your mind
Afraid to pop the question out loud and making it a reality
The doubt, the pain. You utterly hated it.
It all started the week you came home from visiting your parents for the holidays. That was 6 months ago
It was supposed to be a day of joy since you missed your boyfriend dearly. While you enjoyed the time on your home town, little of it compared now to what you had lived with your lovely Tobio.
You knew your boyfriend, you knew him deeply. Because of that, you knew you wouldn't get the most euphoric welcome, but you still hoped for one of his strange outburst of affection (that being a peck on your forehead or a series of taps on your hand that meant "I love you")
You had received nothing
Well, you did receive a "Please take your luggage, we'll be going straight home"
But after 4 years with him you would expect to sense at least care on his tone.
There was none
At first you let it pass as him being overly exhausted after practice. His team was filled with tenacious people who pushed him to be a better version of himself and you were grateful for that. But at that moment you wished that they would think of his physical well being beyond the sport.
When you both arrived home you started to prepare a nice bath for him. Sure you were as tired as him but you loved being helpful to the setter.
Some people accused you of giving too much of yourself and honestly... You didn't mind, those were acts of love and you wouldn't repent over them
That didn't stop the way your smile slowly faded when he answered to it with a low murmur
"There's no time for this and I don't need it as well" Curt and slightly tired tone accompanying his words
He went to sleep as if nothing happened, as if it wasn't the beginning of your heartbreak
Everything went downhill from there
He spent most of his time at practice or attending events. And while he invited you to those it wasn't as merry as other times.
He limited himself to present you as his girlfriend and the conversation would die there
You didn't think he was cheating, he wasn't secretive about what he did and actually you were pretty informed on what was going on his absences (all thanks to Hoshiumi and Hinata, that used his phone to record their post game shenanigans and he, weirdly enough, sent them to you)
Your interactions became less and less like a couple and more as strangers. Strangers who shared a title "Couple", "Partners"
And you tried to confront him but it was never the right time. Always an away game, a shared practice. You had your own responsibilities too and there were nights were you just faded into your shared bed and hoped for the strong hold of his arms.
You missed him
And you resented him
You didn't want to talk about this over the phone. You didn't want to leave in the middle of night
If everything you were, everything you did, turned out to be an like an empty tombstone you at least wanted it to have the best closure.
One night you were going to pop the question, practiced and everything in front of the mirror. You were ready
Until he received a phone call
"Yeah?" he was hanging on his sports bag and getting rid of his shoes with a confused face
"Oh sure, I'll pass her to you" Tobio handed you the phone
"It's Miwa, says she wants to take you to a trip"
You cocked your eyebrows and took the device from his grasp
"Yes Miwa-san ah yeah Miwa just Miwa"
"How are you pretty? I know your birthday comes soon and my dummy brother has an away game. Would you like to come with me in a short trip? Just two sisters in law doing what's best for them"
Uh you didn't even think of your birthday or that he was going to be gone. That was the weight of your emotions and how disconnected you were from everything
If this was going to be the last time you would share time with Miwa, then you were going to take the chance
"Yeah let's do it. Text me the details and I'll be ready"
"Suuureee, give Lil ol' Tobio a good smack on his head, he's been a bad boyfriend"
Click
You smiled a little bit to yourself. Even if she wasn't knowledgeable of the overall situation, she summarised what was happening.
You sighted and looked at your ocean eyed man
"What else did she want?"
"Uh well since my birthday is next week she told me she wants us to have bonding time and to do girl stuff"
He wineded his eyes a little, but it lasted a millisecond. He then looked down and hummed "Ah I see, I... Kinda forgot that date was close"
He didn't look at you for a prolonged time
Was it guilt? Repent? Shame?
You couldn't take it anymore
"I... This wasn't the reaction I would've expected from my boyfriend after finding out he didn't remember my birthday"
You felt the tears pricking your eyes
"Tobio, what's happening? And I want the truth, don't walk over this"
He shifted uncomfortable in his place and started walking over the couch to sit down heavily. You just followed him, sitting in front of him
"Do you really want to talk about it now?"
"100% sure Tobio. I'm tired of being like a stranger to you, tired of your negligence, tired of your emotional absence. I need to know what's happening in your mind... I-I can't stand this any longer" before you could control it tears were running down your face
You weren't even hiccuping, just letting all out
"When did you fall out of love Tobio?"
He furrowed his brows and took a deep breath
"I... Have not"
"Tobio dont- a person who's in love wouldn't behave the way you've been doing the past six months"
He finally looked up "Six months?"
"Wha- yeah Kageyama, it's been 6 months since you fucking got me at the airport without even showing you were happy to see me, you haven't been treating me like a woman and for sure not as your girlfriend" While your tone was firm you didn't yell, it was harsher than your usual tone but the volume did not have to go up to show how hurt and mad you were.
"It's been that long?...Why are you still here?"
"What?"
He cleared his throat and hid his face in his palms
"You should been gone a lot before that love I...." He shuddered and then added
"Why haven't you go out to find someone better?"
Your eyes still wet from your crying looked at him incredulous
"Tobio.... Tell me what you've been trying to do...."
"You were the one supposed to fall out of love"
With that crack of information you decided to get closer to him. Things turned out to be messier than you had thought
"Explain that to me... I deserve answers Kageyama"
He looked like someone has changed his configuration, as if something that he had been withholding just snapped
He held your hand with a grasp so strong you thought your circulation stopped and his own voice, formerly plain, was now a frenzy of emotions
"I've been trying... To make things easier for you so that letting go wasn't... As though? . I thought while you were away that you didn't deserve the life I'm giving you"
You felt like crying again and asked before drowning more into the buried sadness
"Why do you think that?"
"I'm not the man that can give you all that you want, I'm not, but you are stubborn as no one else and I knew that unless I presented myself as the villain I've always been you wouldn't let go"
"Tobio...."
"I knew you were too good for me since the beginning but I... I was selfish and wanted to taste your love, to know what was to feel even greater than the best player in the world"
He was now crying, sobbing. You decided to rub gentle circles in the back of his hand, grasping on what he did and thought
"And now that I've hurt you like I intended, I don't want to let go I despise it. I just wished you would go away in my sleep even if that broke my heart. There were days where your eyes missed that spark you have and my heart was screaming to go and comfort you but I just didn't"
You hushed him gently while taking a big breath. Still hurt, but now hopeful
"Listen to me Tobio. I don't really know what triggered that low opinion of you and I know I can't change that over a night. What I do know is that I am as selfish as you are cuz I love you deeply and I, Tobio, I decided to be with you and to stay"
His uneven breaths accompanied your words
"I got to admit that it's my fault that we had reached this point too. I didn't confront you sooner but I was scared you know? It was a pretty hard time, your change in demeanour was so drastic I didn't have time to process it"
"I know, I know I just...."
"We have to talk about this more but believe me, if there's and 'us', if there's a string that attach us together.... I want to keep trying Tobio. I cannot stand the thought of us going appart just because we didn't know how to talk about our feelings"
You held his cheeks and placed your forehead with his
"Let us be... I'll talk to you and please talk to me... We aren't alone"
He looked at you just like before, affection and care overpowering his senses
"I'll do it yeah"
"Even if you let go I won't. The day I leave will be when both of us agree to that. And since I don't belive that will happen... no more trick behaviour, understood?"
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding
"I understand.... Please, please forgive me"
"Show me you've understand and I'll do... I'll wait patiently"
Without holding back he finally kissed your right hand.
"I promise I'll show you"
Bonus
A month later
You were sitting down in the living room of your "sister in law" as she scolded the living hell of the former Karasuno Setter
"I can't believe you didn't tell me about it, I did believe you forgot her birthday for real when you told me you wouldn't be home for that day"
He groaned and took your hand with delicacy
"Even if I wasn't with her I wanted her to have a good day. It had to look like you were the responsible Kageyama"
"Wait so you pretended you forgot my birthday as a part of your act?"
He just averted his eyes, disappointed with his scheme
"I did"
"You know Miwa, give him another flick on his forehead"
"Hey!"
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Helloooo its me and my communication stuff again woho! And my fear of abandonment ja
Hope y'all like this and that it actually makes sense, I just wanted to do something angsty again
Love you all, have a great week
Natdu
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o-vera-nalyzing · 1 month
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smart atsumu is so near and dear to my heart. like he’s so lowkey about it but then one time when he’s hanging out w msby + osamu and suna at a bar someone is joking to kiyoomi for going to college before playing pro and is asking him all these math questions and he’s like ‘just cause i went to college doesn’t mean i can do long form division in my head😫😫😫’ and osamu is just like ‘ATSUMU CAN’ (he loses all ability to not boast about his twin when drunk) and everyone zeroes in on atsumu and inunaki is like there’s no fuckin way and atsumu just starts saying the answers to all the previous questions they asked omi
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garoujo · 1 year
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those bf’s who unintentionally follow you around the room when they’re talking / listening to you, like if you move to the other end of the kitchen he’s following you — going to put something in the trash? he’s right behind you. bathroom break? he’s huffing when you kick him out before he’s waiting in the hallway till you’re done
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beybuniki · 3 months
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xareios · 6 months
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🦊🎂 Happy Birthday to Atsumu Miya (28), too. I guess.
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itoshi · 11 months
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             Don’t worry, it’ll be fine! We’re all mature adults here, riiight?
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hinata-boke · 1 year
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emmyrosee · 1 month
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why would we ever break up with osamu? why would you do that to me 🥺💔
God i made yall so sad at the Osamu breakup thing im sORRY I JUST LIKE ANGST-
maybe you both just grew apart. maybe, all the love and patience in the world couldn't save what was slipping, with each night he spent furthering his restaurant, his dream, and you with yours, and you just. stopped. being there for each other.
He comes home when you're leaving, he spends days at a time at the restaurant with so little as a text from three days ago saying he wont be home for dinner, you stop telling him little victories at work that he would otherwise be jumping up and down in excitement with you for.
maybe its not a "goodbye." maybe its just a "see you later," as you both are now left to navigate your lives without the other, become stronger without before you can join forces to face the world again.
but he doesn't hold too strong on that.
not when he sees you in Meian's arms merely five months later, talking to Kiyoomi at a stupid party Osamu was supposed to cater before the chef merely spins on his heel to leave.
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