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keijism · 2 years

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HAIKYUU + HOW THEY COMFORT !! [ pt.1 ]

- w. mentions of insecurity,

- a/n. so self indulgent, exams are having me on edge atm... so i wrote this to compensate. i’m in love with (one) kuroo tetsuro, goodnight. not proofread.

- incl. kuroo, atsumu, bokuto.

KUROO knows how it feels to never feel like you're enough. hell he's been there himself, multiple times. he knows how much it stings and digs into your heart... and he knows how fragile people are in that state. he's careful... as if he'd break you if he touched you too hard. he knows when to leave you alone, to let you regain yourself because he knows you can get through this. you're so strong. he finds it amazing how you can pick yourself up after a fall, it's one of the many things he admires about you. you work so hard and he knows you do. he'll wait for you. as long as it takes for you to get that light in your eyes back, those eyes that he fell in love with all those years ago. he'll sit with you through it all, a hand intertwined with yours, just to let you know he’s there. if you need him he'll ALWAYS be right there. waiting for you with his arms open and that stupid grin you, oh so loved on his face. he promises.

ATSUMU will always remind you that you’re beautiful, he knows that sometimes you don’t believe it, but he always will. he’ll say it every morning when you wake up and it’ll be the last thing he whispers before you sleep , if that’s what it takes to help you love yourself. he knows you compare yourself to other people. he sees that small grin on your face morph into a soft frown when you see all the beautiful people on your pinterest feed. he’ll say it louder, and louder because he means it every single time. you’re so beautiful, he wakes up everyday next to you and wonders how he got lucky enough to end up with you. every time you smile at him it’ll like he’s falling in love with you all over again. so every time you think you’re not good enough, he wants you to know. there’s no-one prettier than you in his whole world. you’re the only one he’ll ever have eyes for.

BOKUTO ‘s heart seems to break in two when he hears you cry. he starts to panic, what could’ve gone wrong? he knows you overwork yourself, you’ve always been like that. you expected nothing but the best from yourself.. but sometimes your idea of best is quite far-fetched, if he’s being honest. you want to reach higher than the stars, but that’s quite simply not possible. not for you, not anybody. bokuto’s love is loud. it’s loud, it’s big and it’s soft... just like him. he’ll come and wrap you up in his arms and hold you close, until your sniffles die down. he’s built to comfort, the warmth of his body and the soft skin of his cheek against your forehead is enough to lessen your sobs. he’ll stay with you till you’re okay again. until he coaxes that genuine smile out of you that he learnt to treasure so much.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 7 months

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Being Team Japan’s Manager

Manager into crafts

Team Japan x Gender Neutral Manager (they/them)

Warnings: Like all fluff, maybe swearing???

AN: I’m back on my bs again and here to feed everyone 😅 sorry it’s so sporadic but I hope this holds everyone over for a bit!

When I say you should be nominated for sainthood Yn, I mean it!

These guys are a lot to deal with

Honestly, you have no clue how they even functioned before you came along

I mean, the coach practically begged you to be their manager

Man’s is tired 😴

Anyways, it’s safe to say that practices are eventful

Despite’s Bokuto saying he’s “matured”, he hasn’t

“How come Hinata got more sets than I did?” Bokuto asks Atsumu

You 👉🏻😃 crap he noticed-

“It’s simple, Hinata was just on today and you weren’t,” Atsumu responses, walking away

Bokuto 👇🏻

Meanwhile, Yaku and Hakuba are arguing about something 🙄

“That’s block sucked man, stop moving your hands all over!” Yaku shouts

“I wasn’t moving my hands all over, I was setting up for a receive when I knew I couldn’t block!” Hakuba yells back

On top of that Iwaizumi is yelling at Kageyama for practicing too much

Sakusa is complaining about how everyone needs to schedule their flu shot

And Aran has just all but abandoned the gym because he’s just over it

Thankfully, when practice was over, you were able to go home and spend some time enjoying one of your favorite hobbies

Crafting ✂️ 🎨 🧶

You had tried a lot of different crafts and found that you were pretty good at them

Everything from painting to knitting, from sculpting to resin

You enjoyed the creativity that crafts provided

It could be stressful but definitely not as stressful as your day job

Nothing can ever beat that stress 🙄

Anyways, you’d managed to keep your hobby on the down low

It wasn’t that you weren’t proud, it was more like you just hadn’t found the opportunity to bring it up

I mean, it’s not like you’re busy or something 😐

It wasn’t until one fateful night when your happy little secret was finally discovered

You see, you were home, watching/listening to some show while trying to knit

It was a newer hobby you’d picked up, on top of jewelry making, crocheting, etc

A jack of all trades our sweet YN 💅

You are knee deep in ‘knit one purl two’ rhythm when the door bell rings

Now since you had very little life outside the team, you were wondering who it could possibly be

You didn’t want to lose your stitch so you stood up and made your way to the door

On the other side was none other then Hinata and Kageyama

Panicked you quickly opened the door and stared at them

🎶 when he looks at me, and I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIMMM 🎶

Obviously, you are draped in yarn while dawning other comfy attire 💅

Arguably two of the most “chaotic” members of the team just stare at you

Literally 👉🏻👁️👄👁️

You look at them like “What? Can’t I have a life outside of being your caretaker?”

Of course Hinata probably thinks you just escaped some maniac who attempted to tie you up with yarn of all things…

“OMG YN WHERE YOU KIDNAPPED??” Hinata yells, grabbing onto your shoulders and shaking you rather violently

“I’m in my own house Shoyo…” you respond, brain trying to reconnect to reality

Leave it to Kageyama to help the situation

“HINATA BOKE YN ISNT KIDNAPPED, THEY ARE PRACTICING THEIR KNOT TYING SKILLS!” Kageyama screams, smacking Hinata in the back of the head

See… helping 😌

Sighing as the two dunces fight in front of you, you try to calmly correct their mistake

“I’m not kidnapped, nor am I practicing any nautical knot tying, I’m learning to knit,” you explain as the two cock an eyebrow in your direction.

Both of them look at each other and then back to you, confused 🫤

You 👉🏻😐🙄

“You know what, it’s really not important! What do you two need?” You question, wondering why you were interrupted in the first place

“Well now I can’t remember why we came here!” Hinata exclaims, “can you Kageyama?”

“Yeah not really,” Kageyama answers

You definitely deserve a pay raise Yn

“Ok well if you two could kindly go home and rest that would be much appreciated. You know how angry Hajime gets when you guys don’t get enough sleep,” you scold as the two men’s eyes widen

They quickly take off, racing each other to who knows where

As you close and lock your door, you think about how the next days practice with go

Will Hinata and Kageyama tell the other guys about your hobby?

Will Hinata and Kageyama even remember?

Honestly you figure brain cells are on your side since the two that just exited your apartment have a combined one on a good day

There’s no way they’d ever tell the guys about your knitting…

Sure… yeah… absolutely… it’s DEFINITELY fine : D

*12 hours later*

“YN I didn’t know you tied nautical knots on your days off? What a unique hobby!” Yaku says, first the next morning at practice

“I didn’t even know you fished Yn,” Hakuba adds

“Maybe YN just likes the art of knot making?” Aran suggests

You 👉🏻 🧍🙄

“I don’t tie knots guys, I knit… KNIT!” You shout as their eyes all pop open

“Knit? As in like what grandmas do?” Atsumu inputs

Please someone 👊🏻

“Atsumu shut up! Knitting is something alot of people do to relieve stress. And with a team filled with dummies like you, I’m sure YN needs all the stress relieve they can get!” Iwaizumi shouts

“Oh my god,” you whisper as the gym fills with chatter

“Why didn’t you tell us about your hobby Yn?” Ushijima asks as you just stare at him and gesture to the chaos that is currently unfolding

Ushijima just nods and quietly walks away to resume his practice

“So YN do you knit? Like scarves or port holders or something?” Suna questions as he walks with you to your office

“Well I’m just learning the art right now but I do a few other crafts in my spare time,” you say, still ignoring whatever is happening on the floor

“That’s cool, you should post some of your crafts online. I’m sure you could sell them or something? Maybe make a little extra money?”

You shrug, not really interested in extra funds and more excited to just do something you enjoy

Or should I say, the TEAM enjoys 😅

Because if you think you’re going to get away with not teaching one craft Yn, you are very mistaken

Hinata is sending you 5 minute craft videos every day

Bokuto wants to know if you can knit special pads for him for practice

Atsumu is asking for a custom “Atsumu” phone case 🙄

It literally doesn’t stop

So what do we do about this? Well there’s only one thing we CAN do 👀

🎉 CRAFT PARTY 🎉

That’s right, you gather all your craft supplies and haul them into the gym one Friday during practice

The guys all stare at you like you’ve walked into the wrong gym

“Uhh Yn you do know this is a volleyball gym right?” Yaku jokes as you set up your table on the side lines and nod

“Yep! But after practice it’s going to be a craft party!”

“Craft… PARTY???” The guys all shout in tones varying from excitement to pure confusion

“Yes since you all want me to make you crafts, I’m just going to show you how to do it instead!” You exclaim

“You made sure to get non-toxic glue right Yn? I don’t trust some of the idiots not to eat it,” Sakusa remarks, staring at a few members in particular

You roll you eyes and smile, “yes Sakusa, it’s all safe! And I have crafts for everyone.”

Surprisingly, the guys are rather good at crafts

Sakusa’s flexibility makes crocheting and knitting a piece of cake

Atsumu’s flamboyant nature makes him great at painting

Hinata and Kageyama have somehow turned bracelet making into a competition

Komori and Yaku are great with stencils!

And you? You are just happy to be able to share your hobby with your favorite people 🥰

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vainilla-milk · 1 year

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when you're sick feat. osamu, atsumu, iwaizumi

tags: flu mentions, timeskip! characters

osamu

When he noticed that you were feverish, he knew he had to stay with you.

He stayed less hours tending his onigiri shop to take care of you.

You wanted to enjoy his care but you felt too moribund because of the fever.

He makes you delicious meals, always leaves you a tea that makes you feel better and hands you your cold medicine.

He is so relieved to see you recovered, that means he can sleep with you again without letting go.

atsumu

He is a mess when you tell him by phone that you are going to be staying at your parents' house because you are sick.

The apartment feels very empty without you and he can't help but feel sad.

You had told him you'd rather recover away from him so as not to infect him and hinder his professional career, but that wasn't enough for Atsumu to feel comfort.

He sends you memes and videos of ferrets and kittens to try to keep you company, even if only online.

He also talks to you every day and calls your mom for an update on your cold.

When you are recovered and back in the apartment he greets you with a big hug while telling you how awful it felt to be without you and worried about your health.

iwaizumi

As soon as he realizes you have the flu, he sends you to bed and takes care of you. Don't challenge him, he is now the boss of the house.

He takes you to the doctor and is rigorous with your flu treatment.

He prepares changes of clothes and sheets for you, he also prepares several meals that you can heat in the microwave when he is at work.

He makes you go back to bed when he catches you doing housework as soon as you notice your fever has gone down.

He doesn't like to see you down, so he thanks heaven to see that the flu is leaving your body.

He's the next one to get sick, so now it's your turn to take care of him.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x fem reader #hq x fem reader #iwaizumi x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #hq headcanons #hq x reader #hq x self insert #hq x you #iwaizumi x you #iwaizumi x y/n #osamu x y/n #osamu x you #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you

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sassycheesecake · 9 months

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A/N: Some people wanted a part 2 of this Atsumu X pregnant!Reader Story where Atsumu doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad, so here ya go :D. P.S. I recently watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 and it destroyed me.

Here’s part one ❤️

The blonde Setter has the jitters while he is sitting on the plane, excited to see you again after being away from you for so long. He watches the outside world from the plane window, your beautiful smile embracing his mind and he can’t help but daydream about being reunited with you again.

Bokuto is sitting next to him, watching 'Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3' with tears in his golden eyes while snacking on NicNac‘s for the last thirty minutes.

With each crunch and sniffle of Bokuto, Sakusa who sits in front of the pair, can feel his patience snapping with each loud crunch.

Turning around, because the ravenette had enough, he frowns at the silver-haired Outside Hitter, quite disturbed by his appearance.

Inunaki, who is sitting next to Sakusa (and the only one that Sakusa tolerates sitting next to), also gets up to lean over his seat, staring with a frown at Bokuto.

"Bo, you good man?" The Libero waves his hand in front of the usual cheerful player.

Stopping the movie, Bokuto almost begins to cry hysterically while staring at his light-haired and the black-haired teammates, trying to explain while also hiccuping with tears.

"R-Rocket h-has s-s-such a sad p-past a-and i-it’s b-b-breaking m-my heart."

Atsumu doesn’t even acknowledge his teammates, still thinking about you with a goofy-lovesick smile on his face, making Sakusa almost gag by the sight of it.

"What’s wrong with him? He looks high." Inunaki asks with his head tilted to the side while looking Atsumu.

"When is there not something wrong with him." Sakusa mumbles before sitting down again properly, Inunaki following his moves.

"I heard that Omi." Atsumu says while still staring out the window.

Bokuto finally calms down, when Hinata, and who sits behind him with Joffe, hands him a few tissues that he had packed in his backpack.

Joffe leans forwards slightly, due to his massive height he doesn’t need to stand up to see his teammates.

"Missing your girlfriend? How’s she doing by the way?" Joffe asks.

Atsumu sighs before he turns a bit to look at the titan behind him.

"Yeah, missin' 'er terribly. An' she is doin' okay, I guess?Last time I called 'er, she was vomitin' lots. Must have been somethin' she ate, accordin' to 'er." Atsumu frowns deep in thought.

All of sudden, Hinata‘s orange hair pops up next to him.

"I hope she is okay. Maybe the flu?"

"Vomiting? You better not bring this illness to practice, we have a game in two weeks." Sakusa says in a threatening voice.

"Oh please, as if missin' yer presence on da court has any effect on our performance, Omi. We have plenty of players ta cover for ya."

Sakusa slowly turns his head, Hinata shrinks in fear behind the seat.

Bokuto does not care, still watching Guardians of the Galaxy in high anticipation, eyes entirely focused on the screen while munching on his snack loudly.

"Are you calling me useless on the court Miya?" The ravenette growls.

"Well if da boot fits-"

"Say that again to my face. I dare you." Sakusa begins to get up from his seat, about to strangle the blonde Setter, when the Captain, Shūgo Meian interrupts before it can escalate.

"Guys, we still have an hour left on the flight, behave. Please." Meian, the team captain calls out tiredly a few rows behind them.

"You heard the chief. No more fighting." Joffe laughs.

Sakusa huffs, putting his AirPods in, trying to calm down when he sits back down in his seat.

Atsumu looks back out the window, being with some people for a long time every single day for hours has really brought him to his limit.

Thank goodness the airport is not far from your shared apartment and the flight is less than an hour now.

Soon, he will be with you again.

Back at home, you just came back with some grocery bags, along with some prenatal vitamins from the local pharmacy.

Honestly you’ve been constantly so tired and grouchy, you’re thanking the heavens that Atsumu is not here with you right now.

He’d be constantly worried for you.

Putting away the groceries, you cut yourself some apple slices with honey as a dip and some rice waffles with strawberry Joghurt as dipping sauce.

Stocking the vitamins in the med cabinet, you begin to munch on your food when your phone rings.

Seeing Atsumu’s silly face on the screen, you put your food down and answer it.

"Hello, my handsome Setter." You greet him happily.

"Heyyy, my sexy girl. How’s it goin'?" Atsumu cheers back.

"Going good, missing you a lot. Just got back from the store to make some Japanese curry later on."

"Sounds delish. Hey, uh can ya open the door? I got some flowers in one hand an' my luggage in the other, kinda hard to open the door like that." Atsumu grins on the phone when he hears you gasp and run towards the door.

Highly confused at his saying, he hangs up all of sudden and you put your snacks down to run to the front door.

When you open the door, a 6'1 tall, athletic guy with messy blonde hair grins excitedly at you, a grin that you missed terribly.

Throwing yourself in his arms, Atsumu drops his luggage to the side, wrapping his strong arms around you while still having the flowers in one hand.

You breathe in his familiar scent, the smell of his expensive Ayurveda body scrub fills your nose and you almost tear up with how much you missed him.

Walking you backwards very carefully, Atsumu pushes his suitcase inside, while still holding you and closes the door, so the privacy between the two of you remains.

Remembering he got you flowers, he parts from you a little bit to hand them to you with a dazzling smile.

"Awww Tsumu, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful." You take in the beautiful smell of your favorite flowers but the usual lovely scent makes you nauseous.

The Setter sees your happiness turn into a wince and he immediately is worried again.

"Ya okay? Still feelin' bad from last night?"

"Yeah, uh the paella really did a number on me last night. I promise I’ll be fine." You chuckle, trying to convince him that it’s just the food making you feel bad and not the pregnancy.

"Mhm, okay, if ya say so." The Setter says unsure but doesn’t question you any further.

"I promise, I will be fine." You assure him once more with a long promising kiss and the Olympian practically sighs in bliss to feel your soft lips against his own after being apart from you.

The rest of the evening, you spend the time in each others arms, making up for being away from each other for so long.

Atsumu told you more stories about Argentine and his teammates, his stories make you laugh and appreciate that he is back home.

It’s late at night, due to Atsumu’s body still being used to Argentine’s time, he needs to get adjusted to Japan’s time again.

But not only the time difference is keeping the young Olympian up, your weird food eating habits, your extreme tiredness and your all of sudden sensitive smell to your favorite flowers is making him worried.

So he does what he always does, when he seeks out for advice, even if it physically pains him sometimes.

He texts his brother.

The next morning, you do feel a little bit better but for some reason, Atsumu is not his usual self.

He looks deep in thought, he looks very distracted since last night.

During breakfast, Atsumu pushes his food around a little bit, not really much eating any of it.

So you decide to break the silence.

"You’ve been awfully quiet, you okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

"Can I ask ya somethin'? An' promise ta be honest please." The blonde says, playing with his fingers a little bit.

For some reason, you have a feeling what this is about.

"Go ahead." You look at him and push your plate a little bit away.

"Are ya pregnant?" He looks at you with serious eyes, a small hint of fear behind those chocolate brown eyes of his.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he figured it out.

But Atsumu has always been direct, didn’t matter in what terms.

You gulp down nervously and you reply so quiet, that he barely hears it.

"Yes, I am." You confess.

Atsumu looks to the side shortly, shakily breathing before getting up and looking out the window, running his hand through his hair.

"I-I know we’re still young and y-you’re still focusing on your career… I am sorry this happened, I-I know this isn’t what you imagined when you got home, I will leave and I won’t bother you-" You start to panic, tears coming into your eyes, your hormones acting crazy.

Shocked by your sudden panic, he rushes to you in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey… calm down okay? If anythin' we’re both at fault but we’ll get through this together kay? And honestly, this is the biggest and happiest surprise I have ever gotten home to. And I wouldn’t trade you or junior for anythin' in this world, my love. I love ya two more than anythin'."

"More than volleyball?" You ask teasingly with tears in your eyes.

"Maybe that’s pushin' it but yer high up there." Atsumu sticks his tongue at you cheekily.

You laugh with him, calming down that he looks happy about this pregnancy.

"How far along are ya?" He looks at you, intrigued as he caresses the lower part of your stomach.

"About 4-5 weeks I think? Still pretty early."

Atsumu takes your hand in his, still having his other hand on your stomach, indirectly asking you to stand up.

Following his lead, you get up and he rests his forehead against yours.

"I won’t leave ya side okay? I will stay by yer side and protect ya from any harm."

Sharing a deep, passionate kiss, you can’t believe that you and Atsumu made a life together and like Atsumu promised, he will share every moment of it with you.

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helios-writings · 4 months

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You met Sakusa a few years back and while he’s definitely an acquired taste, you didn’t think he was as bad as everyone made him out to be. The two of you became roommates, and then it transitioned into dating naturally, which always raises eyebrows.

People always ask you how you and Sakusa could live together even though the two of you are polar opposites. Most of the time it’s really code for “but you’re so nice, and he’s such an asshole.” The truth is, so are you. You’re just more subtle about it. Besides, even if you weren’t, you love him.

Even now as he leaves you to fend for yourself while you have the flu. You’re whining as he packs a bag, nose stuffed and coughing.

“Kiyoomi.” You wheeze out.

“I love you,” he starts, “but if I get sick….”

You wince as you remember the last time he got sick because of you. Atsumu and Hinata banging on your door, demanding Sakusa’s presence. And they did that until he was well enough to go to practice again. You also remember how miserable Sakusa was, and you definitely don’t want to put him through that again.

You roll your eyes playfully. “I understand. I’ll just be here alone, wallowing in our bed.”

That earns you a small laugh, before he tells you he loves you and walks out of the door. You miss him the moment the apartment is quiet. You’ve always been clingy when you’re sick, a downside to when Sakusa doesn’t like being near sick people. He cares in his own way, you know that. When you’re sick its constant texts, asking how you are, if he can send Bokuto to the store to get whatever you need.

You sigh a little before rolling over and going back to sleep. The sooner you can get better, the sooner your boyfriend can come back home. The bed smells like him, like mint, amber and lemon. You snuggle deeper into it, sleep greeting you soon after.

***

A day later, you hear the frantic knock that can only belong to Hinata so, with a groan, you shakily walk through the door to greet your favorite member of the Black Jackals.

He beams at you from underneath his mask, hands so full with tupperware containers you wonder how he even managed to knock on the door.

Hinata greets you brightly. “Hope you feel better soon! Omi stayed up a little late making all this food for you. He asked me to bring it by.”

Your eyes well with tears. “He did? Tell him thank you for me.”

As you take the containers, Hinata beams again. “I will! Make sure to get lots of rest.”

You bid him farewell and take out your phone, sending Sakusa a picture of you and the mountain of tupperware he made his younger teammate bring.

He messages back with a simple: “you look gross” which is then followed back with a heart emoji.

You roll your eyes. What a loser( your loser). You send back an I love you.

#daylightarchive #drabble #fandom☀️: haikyuu #character☀️: sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi x you #sunbathing with: sakusa

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quirrrky · 2 years

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GLIMPSE OF US 「THREE」

『MASTERLIST』 « PREV • NXT »

𐑂 2.1k+ words 𐑂 She's the only one he thought he’d ever loved—an important piece of his heart ingrained in his memory. She’s someone you could never be. Inspired by joji’s glimpse of us 𐑂 angst, hurt/comforttt???, mini-series

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝...𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬

With his head high up in the sky and eyes glued at the stars, Samu tried to remember the day Atsumu left with Eri a few years ago yet it was all blacked out. He just knew that his life felt a little bit colder since that day. Now, everytime he looked in the night sky he didn't know why he felt like he was searching for something he couldn't exactly pin down.

Taking his mind off his reverie, was the ringing of his phone, which he immediately picked up. "Hello?"

"Samu..."

"Eri?" His eyes widened at the unexpected call. She sounded worried.

"It's Tsumu..."

By the sound of her tone, Samu instantly dropped the call and rushed towards his shop, completely anxious at what could've happened to Eri and his brother. He briskly opened the door, trying to maintain his composure. "What happened?"

"He kept calling your name." Eri answered as Osamu's eyes travelled to Atsumu and noticed the pain on his features. He sighed seeing how his brother weakly cried out of for his name. He placed the back of his hand on Atsumu's forehead, and found out that his brother's fever might be quite high.

"I can take it from here."

"Are ya sure?" Eri asked, worried.

Samu nodded in reply. "It's late now. You should be goin' home."

The girl heeded his advice and headed out of the door, bit before leaving he bade him good bye, "Thank you, Samu."

A glum smile formed on his face. "As always."

Osamu watched as Eri closed the door and immediately picked his brother up to carry him upstairs.

"Samuuuu...please don't let Kita-san know."

Osamu rolled his eyes at his twin's whining. "Don'tcha know how heavy you are? Yer more heavier than me."

"Samuuuu...."

"Why did'ya even eat that much?" Samu scolded yet he carefully let Tsumu take his bed. "There ya go."

Samu did a little stretch, wondering when did his brother get that buff? He could barely even handle him now. He started turning back to fetch a fever medicine, when his brother began asking with a serious tone, "Say, Samu...am I selfish?" Atsumu faced the wall and snuggled close to his blanket.

The younger one stopped on his tracks and looked over his brother with a puzzled look. "Yer just having delusions." There's a quiet pause and he knew Atsumu wouldn't rest until he answers the question properly. "Fine, yes. Yer selfish. You ate too much then got a stomach flu, leaving me to take care of you."

He began his way to the door when he felt a light push. He looked back and he saw Tsumu being stubborn. "The hell are you standing-"

"Go to bed! Go to bed and stop worryin' 'bout me, will ya?"

The younger Miya scrunched his face at his brother's forced diction and rolled his eyes again when Tsumu ended up fainting in his arms. Samu took a deep breath and brought his brother back to the bed again. He went downstairs to pick up an ice pack, which he then placed atop his Atsumu's forehead.

He looked at his brother, finally gaining some comfort. Samu seated on the floor beside the bed, recalling how, whenever Tsumu would got sick, he would call out for him all the time. He would do the same though, because they didn't want their mom and Kita-san to find out about it or they'd get scolded. In a sense, they were each other's partners-in-crime. As much as he's too embarrassed to admit, people were right. They were inseparable.

Am I selfish? He recalled Atsumu's question.

You went after your dream, moved out of our home and left. "Yes, yer selfish." Samu murmured and even though those words slipped out of him, a serene smile was clear on his face. Whoever saw that smile, would know that he hadn't smile like that since the past few years.

"Here, be careful. It's still hot." Samu handed you the bento he made.

"Thank you," you took it and gave him a smile. "Oh, by the way, I'll be having a seminar in Tokyo next week. I might be gone for a few days."

"I see. Can I come with you?" He asked.

You were taken aback. Next week would be the last week of Atsumu and Eri's vacation. "You want to come with me?"

"Yeah, I'd love to."

"Okay, sure." You told him, and checked on your watch. "I really have to go. I'll be late."

"Take care," Samu greeted. He was about to give you your usual goodbye forehead kiss, but you headed your way too fast. His phone inside his pocket vibrated again. It must be a missed call and it must be Tsumu.

Along the way home, he saw the bench where he'd usually sit when he liked to be alone. Eri would usually sit with him here and it took him back to the very first day they met. She always had that bright smile that matches the sun. He just couldn't say no to her. Even if it bothers him, he'd let her sit beside her. He remembered the very moment he realized his feelings for her. She fell asleep and her head fell on his shoulder. He remembered leaning against her and wishing she'd wake up and feel the same way for him.

Osamu gulped and exhaled in frustration. This was his life now. Everything was perfect. Everything was going fine. There's no point going back to the past. He couldn't afford to hurt you, especially Atsumu.

The day went by and he focused on working hard to get his mind off of unwanted thoughts. Afternoon came and Samu closed the shop early to buy some ingredients at the market. On his way back home, he came across Eri.

Her face instantly lit up upon seeing him and he couldn't help but feel the same towards her, but he tried shaking the feelings away. It was the smile she usually gave him every morning then before the class would start.

"Samu..." She beamed in the way he always remembers.

"Eri?"

"I'm on the way to your shop. I just bought Tsumu some of his favorite snacks." She said.

They walked in silence, both not knowing what to say or who should start the conversation first. It has been a year or two since they last talked and it wasn't really warm how they parted.

"Do you remember? We used to skip classes and hang out here." Eri broke the ice, reminiscing as they passed by the coffee shop.

Samu smiled fondly at the memory. "Yeah, Kita-san would be so mad at me for not attending practice."

She chuckled and so did he.

"We didn't even like the coffee here." Eri said and he couldn't help and got lost in her smile, her voice, and everything about her. It pained him that he misses her so much yet he shouldn't be feeling this way.

He turned his face away and forced to get his head together. "Yeah..."

"But we liked the place!" She added.

They laughed and instinctively gave each other a knowing look, but both immediately turned away after realizing what just happened. They took a deep inhale as another moment of silence cut in between them before Eri addressed, "Y/N...Tsumu said you bring her bento every morning." She started and he nodded as a response. "She's very lucky."

"Tsumu too." Samu replied. "He's very lucky to have you."

Another silence filled the air when one of their former teachers spotted them. "Eri, Samu?"

They just blinked at her and smiled as a form of greeting. "Gosh, are you two together?" The two just kept mum as their former teacher continued talking without a halt. "I've always rooted for you two to end up. I even remembered Samu rushing to the school dance just to get to ya even though he has fever that night."

Osamu's blood drained out from his face. This shouldn't be brought up anymore. Eri didn't have to know. He suddenly excised himself, forgetting about formalities. He walked briskly ahead of her and she quickly picked up on his change in demeanor.

"Samu! Samu!" She called out and ran to him. He stopped walking and she remained behind him. "Is it true? You went that night at the school dance to look for me?"

"Why does it matter if it's true?" He shot back.

"It matters!" She almost pleaded.

"Why?" His voice now raised as frustration finally got to him. "You're with Tsumu now and nothing's gonna change that."

"All this time..." Eri's voice started shaking as realization dawned to her and Samu knew just by looking at her. "How did we end up to this?" Her tears began falling with the question.

Samu took a deep breath and looked aimlessly at the ground. "I tried to make it that night. I was planning to confess to you, but I was late. I was relieved when I saw Tsumu took care of you for me, but I didn't get well for a week. When I was finally okay, Tsumu got home one day..." He smiled, a painful kind of smile. "He was so excited. Then he told me, 'There's this girl. She's real awesome! You know her. It's Eri! I really like her'."

"Samu..."

"When you reciprocated his confession, I really wished that was me, y'know." He laughed, shrugging off his own tears from forming.

"You avoided me out of the blue. You didn't even tell me why." Eri cried meekly.

Samu pinched close his eyes. "Because it's Atsumu." He answered.

He looked at her weary expression and he knew. He knew why everything still mattered to her, because all this time, no matter how hard he tried to deny, she still mattered to him too. But...

"You're already with him now. You're with my brother." He said, dismissively and reluctantly at the same time.

Deep in her eyes, he saw regrets, pain and guilt. He saw in her the same feeling he had all these years and that's when he knew.

"It's you, Samu...It has always been you." She said with a muted voice.

A glimpse of joy came through him, but it was instantly replaced by sadness.

"It's still you too, Eri." Samu whispered. They drew close to each other. He held her hand. She looked up at him. Their faces inched near to each other's. She closed her eyes and he closed his.

But he backed away. "I can't. I'm sorry."

Osamu turned away from her. "My brother...I can't be with you because of him and I can't be with him because of you, because it hurts me whenever I see you together."

And even though it's very difficult for him, the very day he made the decision to let her go, he accepted his ultimate loss. He just didn't know it would hurt this much. "This is never easy for me, Eri. I can't take any of this anymore. I don't want this. I don't wanna love you anymore." He said, almost begging.

"Samu..." Eri held his hand and he faced her.

"I'm with Y/N now."

"I understand." She said, finally trying to accept everything. "Do you really love her?"

His eyes quivered, recalling your smile yet all he could see was Eri's. The moments he kissed you and an image of Eri would pop into his head. Whenever you'd laugh, and he'd wonder if Atsumu was making Eri laugh too.

Unimaginable guilt settled in his gut. You were the one beside him when the two dearest people in his life left him alone yet all he could see was someone else in your place.

"She deserves better." And he'd try to be better.

"Samu?" You called out on him as you saw his figure from across the street. Your throat dried up and a tight knot formed in your chest when you saw Eri holding his hand.

"Y/N," he said, his voice laced with surprise.

If this would be a movie, you'd really want to turn away and run, letting him chase you as he gave you a hug from behind. But this wasn't a movie, so you have to take in a deep inhale and put on a brave face.

"I'm home early to prepare for the seminar." You said, forcing on a smile.

Osamu immediately went to you, but behind him you saw a faint stain of tears down Eri's cheeks. Somehow, you saw in her the same pain. The pain of not being able to be with the one you love.

"Is Eri okay?" You asked Samu. Your question felt like a stand-off for you. You knew you were now giving him the chance to run and choose his unrealized first love, but he just placed a hand at the small of your back and guided you to walk further, ignoring your question.

You looked up at him, studying his strained expression and his clenched fist.

Just right there, it was all clear yet he still reached for your hand.

𐑂 AN : hardest chapter to right not gonna lie 😩 there’s a lot of establishing going on in here and yes, this will end on the 5th chapter..the end is near and the ending is the very first one I drafted before everything else so next chapter will be very pivotal idk anymore I just hope you forgive me after this 😭 I really love to write stories that inspire personal growth so I really prayed I pull this one off well😭 anwssss see you guys next chapter!

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oiks-milkbread · 2 years

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They take care of you when you're sick

Warnings: throwing up (in atsumu's one)

Oikawa Tooru

It was a random thought, when you were a child you loved greek mythology, the first thing you read was the birth of Athena. You wonder if it was happening the same thing to you, were you going to give birth to some superior entity from your head? Because you imagine the pain Zeus felt was the same you were feeling now. The second thought that popped into your head was that scene from alien, instead of having chest pain you had a really bad migraine.

You hear the door opening, Tooru enters with various things in his arms. "Okay" he carefully put them on your desk "I have a bottle of water, you must stay hydrated. Here's the medicine, but the pharmacist said you can take it after eating, I brought you some snacks, in case you need sugar, but I have to cook you a proper meal", he sits on the edge of the bed.

You're looking at him with big teary eyes, "Does your head hurt that much, my love?", you nod, warm tears streaming down your cheeks. He gets closer and sits better to kiss those tears away. "It hurts so much I can't even be mad for losing an entire day" you cry, Tooru cups your face and kisses your forehead, "I'm going to kiss it better again and again, but first let me get you some real food, you'll feel better", his voice is so soft.

You press your head against the pillow, searching for some relief, while you wait for your boyfriend to come back with your dinner. You wish you could fall asleep, at least your eyes aren't dry after crying.

It doesn't takes too long before he comes back with a tray with a bowl of soup and some rice. "When you'll feel better I'll cook something different, maybe the curry you like so much" he apologises, "Tooru, this is more than enough", you sit up.

After eating and taking your medicine you lay on your bed again, patting on the mattress, "You promised kisses", you blush a little bit. Tooru loves when you're so needy, usually you try to do everything by yourself, like you were some sort of burden. He doesn't waste a second, he engulfs you in his arms and leaves a trail of soft kissed on your temple and then on your neck.

"What if my head cracks open and there's an alien" you joke, "You have to stop watching horror movies" he scoffs, "You have to admit it would be kinda iconic, not for you though. You wouldn't survive a second". He litterally kisses you on the mouth to shut you up.

Miya Atsumu

You never felt so gross in your life, that's what you think while splashing water on your face. You definitely don't like what greeted you on the mirror. You were pale as a ghost, your hair tied with the best bun Atsumu was capable of, your nails were blu-ish, hands trembling as you look at them.

You hurried out of the bathroom, getting under the cover of your bed. You were so cold, apparently throwing your guts out wasn't enough for your body, you were getting feverish too.

"I'm never going to eat again" you murmur, "You know I'm going to remind you what you just said when the stomach flu will be over, right?" Atsumu answers you, "like when you insist to go to that udon place", "You enjoy that restaurant too, 'Tsumu" you scoff, "and you're supposed to make me feel better, not to threat me with your reminders". He's wearing a mask, but you can tell he's smiling. "You're feisty, that's a good sign" he says leaning against the door frame, "But at some point you'll have to eat something, and drink too, "I don't want to" you protest, "And how are you going to survive?" he asks with a raised brow, "I'm going to become a plant...yeah. No more food, just light". "One, aren't you gonna miss noodles? Two, whatever you got, it passed from the stomach to the brain, you're clearly delirious" he laughs, "Stop mocking me, 'Tsumu" you frown. "I'm sorry, princess" he gets a little bit closer "You know I love you", "I know" you sigh "I love you too".

"I've finished the housechores" he says "now I'm going to the supermarket, the fridge is empty. If you'll survive on photosynthesis, I'll eat instead of you " he laughs. "I don't know how to thank you" you say shyly "you basically did everything for me, from holding my hair to doing my laundry". "My girlfriend is sick, this is the bare minum", at this point he would kiss you but he doesn't, of course, you don't want him to get sick too. "Plus, I'm probably a better housewife than you" he smirks under the mask, "You know what, I agree" you nod laughing, "What I would do without you, 'Tsumu?, he winks.

#haikyuu sfw #haikyuu x you #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x you #oikawa tooru #self insert #sfw #haikyuu imagine #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa tooru x you #haikyuu!!#mine #hq imagine #haikyuu fluff

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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I can please request a part two of https://at.tumblr.com/honeystwiggypeach/im-nervous-because-this-is-my-first-time-doing-a/l52475kcfz2n where they one happy family again (ps I hope you feel better)

I was hoping someone would ask for a part two!!I’m so thankful you did because I really want them all to have a nice fluffy ending!!!!(I hope so too, I took some meds so I’m hoping it’s just my allergies and nothing like the flu!)anywho!! Tysm for requesting let me know if you guys want to see more or anything because I love writing requests so much!!!

Part one!

I’m going to include all the previous trigger warnings from part one because they’re semi relevant!

Tw- miscarriage, crying, grief, toxic coping mechanisms, single parents, one night stands, breakdowns, jealousy(over someone being able to have children/provide boys with a family, infertility, cursing, absent mother, be very cautious if you’re sensitive to anything affiliated with miscarriages maybe even infant loss,

Atsumu

After you and Atsumu reconciled, it didn’t take long to pick up exactly where you’d left off with the edition of the most adorable babies you’d seen in your life.

Now almost four years later both you and Atsumu are crying over their first day of school, “don’t cry mama!” Your little girls voice is muffled by your legs as she hugs you, your son holds onto his father’s hand tightly as tears gather in his little eyes.

When they get back from school you take them to get ice cream like you and Atsumu said you’d do with your little family one day and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Osamu

The girls are thrilled to have someone willing to play princess with them in their lives, sure Osamu would but you seemed to be a lot more devoted to it once you’d gained back all your energy!

Plus they liked having you to style their hair, they’d always tell you how bad Osamu was at styling hair and it would remind you of the way that Osamu and you would discuss what you were nervous about in parenthood.

You smile softly as you gently brush out one of the girl’s hair, watching as she messes with her dolls making them fatter about with her sister before looking back up to you, “see miss y/n?” You’re not sure what she’s talking about but you nod anyways, anything to keep them happy you think as Osamu flicks through the channels on the tv, “I see honey that’s so great” you praise her like she’s you’re own because the reality is, you love them both like they’re you’re own.

Sakusa

She was really such an Angel, the easiest little baby to care for and it made you nervous.

Of course it made Sakusa nervous that for several nights sometimes you’d stay awake by her cradle wondering why she wasn’t waking up periodically for feedings.

“Doesn’t that scare you?” You’d asked him one night and he confusedly shook his head no.

“It freaks me out…they said babies should cry often for feedings”

But she was healthy, when she’d wake up she’d giggle seeing you worn out beside her cradle your eye bags deep and heavy yet you’d still smile brightly at her bouncing down the stairs to the kitchen where Kiyoomi was making breakfast he’d smile softly upon seeing the two of you before kissing your cheek and peppering kisses on his daughter’s.

Akaashi

You’d practically jumped at the offer to go on a date with him and give your relationship another try.

And when it worked out just fine you wanted to jump for joy. Some short while later, you and Akaashi got married you even adopted his son.

“Mama!” He calls out and you let out a hum in response.

He pushes open the door, “my spelling words!” It was a ritual now.

Everyday before Keiji got home you and him would practice his spelling words so that when his dad got home he could impress him with his spelling but if you’re being honest you know damn well that anything that precious little boy says or does would impress keiji, you’re the same way.

Anywho! Let me know if you want to see anything else because I love writing requests so much!!!

#anons #requests #reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu parents #haikyuu dads #mom!reader #Atsumu x reader #Osamu x reader #Sakusa x reader #Akaashi x reader

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barbiegirldream · 8 days

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The focus on Hinata’s and Kageyama’s hands blocking the twin’s quick is too good!!! :D also Atsumu being so fascinated by Hinata despite barely exchanging any words is hilarious. He just really enjoys Hinata’s eagerness in volleyball hehe

- Celestial anon

He's awesome !!! I hope he shows up again. But if not I'll just go re-read his manga chapters. OOH they mentioned the flu someone is going to get sick and wiped out for sure

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osamusbigtits · 2 years

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osamu's sick. he just has the flu, it's not a big deal. but suna didn't realize how boring his day would be without osamu. who is he supposed to pass notes to so he someone to make fun of the teacher or other classmates? who's going to laugh at his dumb jokes?

atsumu sits with him at lunch, like usual. it's just different without osamu sitting right beside him.

atsumu talks about something he's going to suggest to the coach for practice today.

fuck, practice is going to be boring, suna thinks.

atsumu must notice suna's pouting. "samu will be fine. mama stayed home to make sure he gets medicine and food and water. he should be back tomorrow."

"I'm not worried about it," suna says. he's looking at his phone, avoiding atsumu.

"I know." atsumu scoffs. he pushes his food toward suna, all that's left is the food that suna usually steals from osamu.

practice isn't entirely boring. atsumu keeps it interesting. but it's just not the same. suna wants his osamu back.

wait... his osamu? since when is osamu his?

oh fuck. that's the last thing suna needed right now. a crush on his best friend? osamu's never allowed to be sick again.

#i just think that suna doesnt realize how much he actually likes osamu until osamu isnt at school one day #hq #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #miya osamu #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #sunaosa #osasuna #miya atsumu #bex thoughts

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kitashousewife · 1 year

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☕️ + free pass 2 talk about your fav character hehe <3

JAY hello 🫶🏻🤞🏼😽

i’m in an enormous osamu mood today (i have the flu) and let’s chat about how attentive he is!!! i just know growing up with atsumu & their momma he was so quick to notice people’s emotions and feelings. he would be trying to cheer them up or make them laugh or just listen! and then he would bake them a treat!!

as i’m laying here i just think about him coming home, straight away bringing me some water and apple sauce and snuggling me :/ because he has amazing priorities for those that he loves

#tetsutits babie #ask game!!!

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pridewon · 2 years

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@tvrningout said: hair. for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face. ( for chiyo and atsumu!! this one just sounds so soft asdf ) (via the system of touch)

He doesn’t get it. Really, it’s disheartening, in a way - it’s not like Atsumu goes out of his way to expose himself to wild elements or spends copious amounts of time among crowds?? children?? anywhere where you would expect people to catch and distribute viruses?? Yet somehow; if there is a bug in the air, whenever cold and flu season comes around... it doesn’t matter how careful he tries to be, how many layers of clothing he wears, whether or not he wears a mask in public transports.

If there is something to be caught, you can be sure as well he’s gonna catch it. End of the story.

Like he said: disheartening. Worst: infuriating.

Atsumu stews in his misery, wrapped up in a blanket and expressing grumpy discontent to his brother via text (at least he had a bunch of onigiri waiting for him in the fridge - courtesy of Osamu who had brought them the night before, not without poking fun at him for the whole ordeal), one show or another playing on the television. He isn’t really paying attention, anyway: his teammates are practicing right now, having a great time, and getting ready for their next game while he’s stuck here! It’s unfair!

Atsumu stews in his misery, and briefly snaps out of it when he hears the click of the front door lock. A visitor? Osamu? A burglar? He kind of hopes it’s a burglar. Anyone to put him out of his predicament, please and thank you. Except it is neither Osamu nor a burglar; but a pretty face he (maturely) decides to squint at once she comes into full view, through fever and sour mood. “What are you doin’ here?” He asks (reaching to put on his mask - he may be miserable, but he is not dragging Chiyo into this hell). The cloth barely covers his mouth, that his lungs decide to rebel and send him into a coughing fit; uuuuurgh this is the worst. This isn’t how he wants his girlfriend to see him, thank you very much (ignoring the fact that she has seen him in much less glorious states before - it’s the principle of it!).

His head rolls back on the pillow, and he perceives (more than he sees) the sorry smile on her face, and... maybe the sour mood softens a little, when she gently pushes a strand of hair from his face (maybe softness is as contagious as fever; he’ll deny it with all his might, but he yields into it whenever offered like an unruly pup, and Chiyo knows it better than anyone).

“Y’shouldn’t be here... you’re gonna get sick and then we’ll both look like idiots.” He mutters - fondness and a little gratitude seeping through croaked voice.

#tvrningout #(miya a; interactions)#sh;; i'm afraid to write the stronger word (tvrningout; atsuchiyo)#chiyo please save this giant baby

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sick-atsumu-side · 4 years

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8. Before a Match reverse | Miya Osamu

Disclaimer: All of the characters belongs to Haruichi Furudate, they’re not mine.

Warnings: description of vomit, fever.

Okay, this is the other part of the request of @happy-hufflepuff44-blog so I hope you like this 💘 I tried my best aaaand that’s it, hope you enjoy! Sorry if it’s a bit long ):

‘‘Aaagh, I forgot my kneepads!’’

Osamu sighed with annoyance at his brother’s yelling, finally putting on his own kneepads in the dressing room. He really didn´t wan’t to play that day, because he wasn’t feeling good and he hadn’t had any sleep last night for being stuck in the bathroom trying to puke his guts out without any results, just bile and saliva. His mother told him not to go that day after taking care of him, but there he was, in the dressing room where they were just a few minutes for the warm up to start.

‘‘Samu, do ya’ have another pair of kneepads?’‘ Atsumu asks, peering at him with an innocent smile.

‘‘No, I don’t.’‘ Osamu responds without even looking at him, this time grabbing his phone to see the message he had received.

‘‘Ahhhg, why am I so stupid?!’’ Atsumu yelled in frustration, grabbing his head with both hands.

Osamu grimaced.

‘‘Tsumu don’t yell. Why do you have to be so noisy? Damn.” Suna said, while he was applying deodorant in both armpits.

Osamu thanked him in silence.

“I’m in a crisis ya’know?! I have ta’ yell!”

‘‘I think Kita has another pair, maybe you should ask him.’‘ Aran enters the conversation, he looked ready to play.

‘‘Ugh, he’s gonna kill me.’‘

Osamu answered the text he got and told his mother that he was fine, clearly lying just to not make her worry. After that, he sighed slowly, putting down his phone on the bench and feeling a bit off as his stomach gurgled silently. Osamu placed a hand on it and rubbed the organ up and down. His teammates were helping his brother to find kneepads so they didn’t notice that.

That was until he stood up abruptly, capturing Suna’s attention a bit.

‘’Samu, you okay? Where are you going?’‘ Aran looked at him too, as Atsumu exits the dressing room abruptly to finally go and find Kita. He had no option.

Osamu removed his hand from his stomach.

‘‘Bathroom, I gotta pee.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

‘‘K’ay, don’t take too long.”

Osamu breathed shakily as he got out rapidly of the dressing room, entering almost immediately in the bathroom, which was next door. He felt cold and warm at the same time, the same way he felt last night, as a wave of dizziness crossed his head. His footstep were lazy when he walked in and doubled over in the nearest cubicle, gagging slightly in front of the toilet.

He placed a hand on his belly again and rubbed it, as he saw the tiny puddle of transparent saliva mixed with the water in front of him. He was feeling bad, too bad that he regretted not listening to his mother advice. Atsumu didn’t know about his condition, because he had always been a heavy sleeper so he couldn’t blame him for not being there with him. However, he wanted to go home.

Now.

Another uneasy gurgle sounded from his belly, and he gagged again. There was a lot of saliva, but nothing more than that. He was so nauseous.

“Samu, you in there?” Suna’s voice alarmed him and he coughed a bit, before getting out of the cubicle. “Dude, are you sure you’re okay?”

Osamu sighed and went to the sink, washing his hands immediately.

“Yes.” He said, when the wave of nausea went off a bit. “Why?”

“You seem off.” Suna wasn’t an idiot, but if Osamu didn’t wan’t to tell him what was wrong, he would respect that. “Like... tired.”

“I didn’t sleep well, that’s all.”

Osamu didn’t know why he lied to Suna, because he was feeling too bad and his stomach was almost killing him. Why didn’t he said something about it so he could go home? It wasn’t a strong opponent whose they were facing and it wasn’t an important match either. Maybe he couldn’t just drop a match because of Kita, he didn’t know.

“Let’s go then.” Suna patted on Samu’s back, making him lost his balance a bit. “Everybody’s on the court already.”

The dark haired boy turned and got out of the bathroom, as Samu grabbed the sink to not fall down. Geez, when was the last time he felt like that?

“Samu, i’m waiting!”

The gray haired twin took a deep breath and exhaled before he went to walk out the bathroom again. After that, he walked to the court next to Suna. His vision clearly a bit blurred because of the light.

He really didn’t feel like playing.

When the warm ups started, Osamu almost failed all of the practice spikes and practice receiving. The coach looked a bit worried, because he knew that when Osamu failed it was because something was wrong or because he wasn’t totally concentrated in the game. Maybe if he fails in the first set, he would be getting out of the game.

That was the thoughts of the coach, at least.

“Samu, you suck.” Atsumu said, almost mad at him for not giving his best. “I’m not fucking doing passes to you if ya’ keep failing my sets.”

“At least I have kneepads, asshole.”

“Excuuuse me? Without kneepads I am better than you, so screw ya’.”

Samu breathed heavily, hearing the ring that meant the end of the warm ups and the start of the game. Atsumu just growled at him and turned to go to the net.

“Samu, can ya’ walk more faster?” The blond snapped at him, noticing how his brother was walking so slow behind him. “The game’s gonna start if ya don’t know.”

Osamu blinked rapidly, trying to catch his breath after the warm up. He doubled over and holded his whole body with both hands on his knees. Geez, he felt really uneasy, dizzy and nauseous. His vision was more blurry than before and he felt a strong wave of nausea rock his entire body.

“Tsumu, wait.”

The blonde turned madly at him and raised an eyebrow when he saw him bending. The rest of the team didn’t noticed this because they kept walking towards the net. They were standing in a row.

“Samu, the fuck you’re doing? Let’s go.”

“I- I don’t feel good.” he breathed out, almost choking himself as he bringed a hand up to cover his mouth.

“What ya’ mean? Hey, Samu.”

Atsumu looked confused and annoyed as he got close to him, but when he saw him gag hard on his hand with both eyes closed, he freaked out.

“Shit.” Atsumu ran out to him. “Wait, fuck.”

Atsumu grabbed him by the shirt and walked faster than before with him, this time going to the other side of the court, where the bathroom was. He didn’t care if the game was going to start now, even if he heard the coach and Kita desperately calling for them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?You okay?” Atsumu asks, almost immediately when the two were already inside a cubicle.

Osamu groaned, both eyes going a bit watery.

“I-” he swallowed hard, closing his eyes to ease the nausea and the churning on his belly. That time Atsumu noticed how flushed he was. “False alarm. Sorry, let’s go to the court.”

“You’re sick.”

“I’m not.” Osamu groaned. “I just got dizzy with the receiving warm up.”

Atsumu placed a palm abruptly onto Osamu’s forehead and grimaced with guilt. His brother was drowning in fever, there was no way he could deny that.

“Yea, and I’m Jesus.”

“Jesus is good, you’re not.”

Osamu inhaled deeply and felt his stomach turn again, so he groaned at the feeling and grabbed the angry organ with both arms. Whatever he had on his stomach (because he didn’t have breakfast that morning) was feeling so heavy in there that the only thing he wanted, was to throw up and get over with it.

He spitted saliva on the toilet, feeling a bit of bitter taste on his tongue.

“You’re not gonna play like this.” Atsumu stated, as he heard the bathroom door being open. “It’s like suicide.”

“Miya’s? You there?”

Osamu placed a hand on his face and Atsumu got out of the cubicle to face the angry shadow of Kita. That was the last thing they wanted.

“What happened?” He asked, walking towards the blonde. “Why did you run like that? The game already started and the coach is mad. I know we are facing a weak opponent but you two should be more responsable. Especially you, Atsumu. We already talked about it when you ask me for kneepads.”

Osamu felt something revolving inside of him, and he burped slightly on his fist. Feeling the taste of acid and putrid eggs. He groaned at it, clearly disgusted. He was feeling so sick.

“Kita-san, I already said sorry and Samu’s sick.” Atsumu said in defense, almost immediately when Kita finished his sentence. “And he was about to hurl, that’s the reason behind us running. Sorry.”

“Where’s he?”

“The last cubicle.”

Osamu cursed on his mind, as he burped again on his fist. After that, he coughed and bended to face the toilet.

“You ok there?” Kita was so soft when he wanted to. “You look terrible. I’m surprised at how I didn’t noticed this before, sorry about that.”

“Tsumu’s my brother and he didn’t knew too. Don’t worry, Kita-san.”

Osamu gagged slightly, bringing up a bit of yellow bile inside the toilet. Kita placed a hand on his already soaked back and started to make circles on it. Atsumu was outside the cubicle but he was staring at the scene with a worried expression.

Why didn’t Samu told him?

“Fu-fuck.” Osamu gagged hard again, bringing nothing more than bile as he coughed. Atsumu wrinkled his nose.

“Just let it happen, you’ll feel better after that.” Kita said, still rubbing circles on his back. “Tsumu, go to the court. The team needs you, I got him.”

“Bu-”

“Go.”

Atsumu watched in horror at how his brother jerked in pain, coughing and gagging loudly. He didn’t wan’t to let him alone there, he knew that Kita was a good caretaker, he was even better than him. However, this time he felt like it was his responsibility since he didn’t noticed how sick he was.

“Tsumu, I got him.” Kita said again, with a serious glare and Atsumu sighed.

Osamu belched loudly and he felt something stuck on the back of his throat, everything hurted inside of him and he was already crying because of it. He wasn’t sobbing, though. Just crying.

“Relax, Samu. I got’cha.”

His lips shivered when he heard Atsumu’s intent of soft voice and this time he let out a pained sob. The hand that was making circles on his back, now was from his brother. Maybe he was hallucinating in fever but, that felt kind of good in all of his misery.

Not that he didn’t like Kita’s, but it was different.

“Relax, Samu. You’re too tense damn it.”

“C-can’t.” Samu coughed out, gagging at the end. “La-ast night was the same. I just- just wanna puke already. It hurts.”

Atsumu grimaced, and then he made Samu kneel in front of the toilet as he kneeled by his side. Kita watched them with a serious look from outside, as he glared at the people who entered the bathroom to pee or wash his hands.

“K’ay.” Atsumu said, sighing at the end as he still rubbed Samu’s back and shoulders. “Do you remember that time when I puked on you accidentally after I ate cheese by mistake and you started to puke too because of it when we where like ten?”

Osamu gagged almost immediately.

“You said it smelled like rancy cheese and sour milk, and it tasted like-”

A strangled sound was heard from Osamu’s throat and before Atsumu could say more, Osamu retched a mouthful of sick in front of the toilet, splashing it in the water below his chin. Immediately at the end, Osamu coughed and belched sickly another mouthful without any break.

“There you go.” Atsumu said, wrinkling his nose at the smell of putrid eggs. “Just let that shit out of your body.”

Osamu tried to catch his breath between rounds, but another gurgle interrupted him and he threw up another mouthful of thick yellow vomit mixed with colours like pale brown and green. He felt disgusting, but relieved at the same time.

“The fuck you ate? Gee-g ez.” Atsumu gagged slightly on his shoulder because of the smell, as Osamu gagged another round of colorful sick. This time more liquid than before and it came out from his nose too, messing up a bit the edge of the toilet because of the splash.

“He is really sick.” Kita said, as Osamu heaved again and jerked more stinky liquid inside the toilet, the sound of it echoing in the entire bathroom. “Pass me your mom number when he’s done. He has to be home.”

“She’s working now, but I think this is an emergency.” The blonde said, as he heard Osamu’s groan when he threw up more from his nose.

“It is.”

Atsumu nodded and covered his nose as he still rubbed his brother back. He was panting now and just gagging tiny puddles of sick.

“You see? It wasn’t something hard to do.” Atsumu said, as Osamu blew his nose inside the sick toilet.

“Don’t you ever remember me that day again, you asshole and stupid lactose intolerant.”

Atsumu laughed a bit and when he saw him flushing the toilet he stood up, still covering his nose. The gray haired twin sighed with a pained and flushed cheeks expression as he sitted down in the floor next to the toilet, grabbing his stomach with one hand and rubbing it up and down.

He burped, swallowing the awful taste.

“How you feel now? Better?” Kita asks, and Osamu nods.

“Kind of, my belly’s still hurting and I’m cold.” Osamu closed his watery eyes, breathing slowly. “I wanna go home, I really don’t feel good.”

Atsumu passed the phone number of his mother to Kita and he immediately called her as he got out of the bathroom. Atsumu peered at his brother with an innocent smile when Kita was gone. Osamu opened his eyes at the feeling.

“What?” Osamu snapped at him, his face tired of everything and red because of the fever.

“Well.” Atsumu cleared his throat with a smirk. “Since you won’t be playing, I think you should pass me your kneepads.”

You gotta be kidding me.

That was what Osamu thought in annoyance, but in the other way he was greatful for having him in there. He was an asshole, but he was his brother.

His twin brother.

The only one who could take care of him properly since they were kids.

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neoheros · 3 years

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considering how atsumu miya was so excited and giddy on getting you to say yes to go on a date with him, you never would’ve expected being stood up.

he was so persistent to get you to go out with him, even gave you a time and place and all that, but three hours have passed now, and you’re back in your room, trying to convince yourself that sitting alone in the park for an hour isn’t as bad as you’re making it out to be.

maybe he has an excuse, maybe he forgot, or maybe, according to the annoying voice in your head that yells out atsumu’s awful reputation, he was simply just messing with you.

it’s nine in the evening now, there’s school tomorrow but no matter how hard you try, you can’t bring yourself to fall asleep.

( you hate that you can’t stop thinking about what you could’ve done for him to just ditch you so wordlessly. you hate that you were looking so forward to seeing him. you hate this day entirely. )

you sigh.

there’s a knock on your window, and for a second you jump, cause the only window in your room is a whole story up from the ground, so who in the hell could it be?

( great, you were getting stood up and getting burgled on the same day. )

the knocking comes again, more persistent this time, and you make the bold decision to take a slight peak.

“atsumu?” you ask aloud, the first thing coming to your mind is how he even managed to climb up there.

you open the window for him, already anticipating a cheap excuse on why he stood you up — probably something about his coach holding him back or osamu getting the flu.

so you see him finally, lifting the glass frame, and letting the cold winds of outside come in with him.

you blink.

atsumu gives you a smile, “hi.”

and he says this with a busted lip, scratches and small cuts and wounds on his cheek and forehead, and an unnerving amount of tears and tatters on his school uniform.

“oh my god,” you help him get to your bed, unsure of what to say or what to do, and your hands pull back once he winces under your touch.

he laughs lightly, “sorry, this — this isn’t how i wanted to climb up your window for the first time.”

your eyebrows furrow together, a small smile peeking through your expression once you figure that he’s technically okay.

“stay here.” you tell him, leaving him in your bed as you try and go rummage for what little medical supplies you have.

( for his sake, you hope it’s not just hello kitty bandaids and an old bottle of betadine. )

luckily for him, you did have more than bandaids and alcohol. it still wasn’t much, but it would be enough to clean up his wounds a little.

you come back to him still sitting tightly on the edge of your bed, his eyes darting around your room as if he’s fascinated by everything he sees.

“hey.” you call out to him, smiling.

he smiles back at you for a second, and his eyes widen a tiny bit as if he’s just suddenly remembered something out of the blue.

he leaves your glance, picking up his backpack from the floor that you didn’t even realize he had with him, and he takes out a small arrangement of … flowers.

they didn’t look like the fancy flowers you get at a florist, they looked handpicked, like he’s just walked by a pretty garden and wanted to bring them to you.

he laughs, “forgot about these!”

the flowers he hold out to you are tattered and bended, almost like it’s been dropped on the ground and stepped on a few times before picked back up and tied into a tiny bouquet.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to not come at the park earlier, i wanted to look nice and presentable but i got sidetracked and,” he trails off, his goofy smile a bit dimmer now, but he keeps it on nonetheless.

atsumu shrugs, “i got sidetracked.”

you nod, walking over to him with a small kit of medicine and supplies, and the usual nervousness of being so close to him disappears into the air.

his hair is a mess, his fringe lightly covered in blood, and it almost pains you to look at him so … wounded.

your bed dips as you sit next to him, a cotton ball soaked in alcohol in your hand, and he takes the initiative to face you.

“what happened?” you finally ask him, brows furrowing together.

“i don’t,” he looks to the side, though he can’t really move his head much under your touch as you tend to his wounds, “i don’t really want to talk about it.”

maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to tell you that he just got his ass handed to him, or maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to tell you that his smartass mouth finally caught up with him.

he just said the wrong things at the wrong time to the wrong people — he never expected he’d end up like this.

atsumu miya, king of provocation, prides himself of being blunt and crude, finally got what was coming to him today — a fist straight to the face.

“you should’ve went to the hospital.” you tell him, keeping your touch light every time he winces under you.

he rolls his eyes, “i didn’t want — ouch!”

and you scoff, “i didn’t even press that hard.”

and he scoffs just like you, “well, it felt like ya did!”

you dab the cotton ball on his face as gentle as you can, careful not to add to his pain, and you’re still kind of upset that he came to you instead of a hospital.

there’s really only so much you can do, and you’re worried that whatever you’re doing right now might not be enough for him.

atsumu notices this, notices the worry flickering through your eyes — your hand is rested on his face to get a better look of his wounds — so he buries his cheek deeper into your palms.

it hurts. the bruises and scratches on his face stinging, but he doesn’t pull back, doesn’t even let you see how he wants to wince away.

“does it hurt?” you ask, cutting through the silence that unwillingly swarms the air.

it does. it stings and it burns, it hurts on his face and on his knuckles, it bleeds on his lip and on his eyebrow, and he’s ashamed to admit it, but his pride is just as bruised as the rest of him.

he didn’t want it to be like this.

this was not the date he envisioned when you finally said yes to him after asking you out.

he wanted to get you fresh flowers, not ones that look like they were stepped on. he wanted to show you the best places around town he’s been mapping out for weeks, he wanted to hold your hand, and he wanted to kiss you after he walked you home.

he forces a grin, “not at all.”

“don’t lie.” you say back, grinning along with him.

he’s been flinching the whole time you tended to his injuries, and he’s trying to keep a strong front, especially with how worried you looked, but he’s also only just human.

atsumu gives you a smile, “sorry i stood you up, you must’ve waited long for me at the park.”

you shrug it off, knowing there’s nothing for him to be sorry for, and you focus more on tending to his bruises than what he’s actually saying.

you look at him, “sorry i called you a jackass.”

he laughs, it hurts a bit, but he laughs anyways.

he tilts his head, “no, you didn’t?”

and you smile, “not to your face.”

atsumu’s never been this close to you before, but it feels nice … it feels nice being under your touch, and it certainly feels nice just being with you.

so maybe … if you would give him the chance, if you would let him, he would like to get another try on taking you out for a date.

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bokubear · 2 years

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when you refer to them as your husband | hq boys

ft. akaashi keiji, bokuto kotarou, atsumu miya, osamu miya, sakusa kiyoomi

a/n ; I WANT THEM TO BE MY HUSBAND AJFKKEKWMWJAN ♡♥︎ enjoy !

AKAASHI → his eyes grow very very wide despite his glasses. you had simply been ordering coffee in the chilled weather, the waitress commenting on your visit. “is this your..?” she smiled, gesturing towards akaashi. “ah, my husband.” you squeezed his hand when looking up at him. nearly knocking him off his feet. “your husband..?” he brought up after exiting the shop. “you will be one day!” beaming happily.

BOKUTO → he was at a fan signing, cheerily scribbling his name on each paper, book, t-shirt, anything. the press was on a rampage, flashing frantic pictures while you stood beside him. “y/n l/n, what is bokuto kotarou to you?” the media swarmed anxiously. “my husband.” bokuto grinned at this, nodding his head. “yep! that’s right.” he ruffled your hair, kissing your lips gently. the news was on a rave.

ATSUMU → he was frowning while reading a ‘miya twin’ article from years ago. “my lovey husband why’re you reading that for the 8th time?” you scooted to flank over his shoulders dramatically. “did you call me yer husband?” atsumu cocker a brow. “that i did.” you placed your hands on your hips proudly. atsumu stared for a moment, then tackled you onto the couch in a messy kiss. “c’mere you-“

OSAMU → a young girl had arrived at the restaurant, and osamu was being all cute and fatherly when greeting her. this made you feel that mischievous pull. “mr. miya, who’s that?” she pointed towards you, a sneer pulling at your lips. “he’s my husband!” you jeered, holding onto osamu’s shoulder. he looked at you with reddened cheeks. “aren’t i?” this time you leaned closer to him, giggling. “yeah sure.” he chuckled weakly.

SAKUSA → you ended up calling him your husband at a flu shot visit. when the nurse was out of earshot, sakusa wrinkled his nose. “your husband? weirdo.” —he was thankful he had his mask on to hide at least his flaming cheeks. his ears were unfortunately on display though. “embarrassed? but i want you to be my husband.” sakusa bit his lip. “i want to… kiss you right now.” he glared at the ground. a customer passed and you quickly pulled down his mask, uttering “then kiss me.”

-maak

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#🌱#maakwrites.#hqxreader #haikyuuxreader #hq #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #osamu miya #osamu x reader #bokuto kotaro #bokutoxreader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa x reader

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wyniepooh · 3 years

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atsumu was sick.

really, really, sick.

his nose was clogged, his throat felt like sandpaper every time he swallowed, and he felt somehow cold and hot at the same time.

atsumu has always kept this facade of being physically strong and fit. but at the end of the day, that was all it was. a facade. even as a kid, atsumu was always the one that got sick after a field trip, and the first person to miss school during flu season.

but, to be completely honest, atsumu didn’t necessarily mind being sick. he got to miss school, and could play all the video games he wanted. he had hot, homemade food, and got the loving affection of his mother. and best of all, he got to rub all this in osamu’s face.

although, there was one thing atsumu hated about being sick.

medicine.

atsumu’s mom tried everything. mixing it in his favourite soup— atsumu dumped it all over her. hiding the pill in a block of cheese— atsumu ate around the cheese. crushing the pill and putting the thin powder on top of ice cream— atsumu could tell and refused to take a bite— even if it was his favourite chocolate ice cream.

it didn’t matter if it was a liquid or a pill, what flavour it was or how small. atsumu refused to eat medicine. the mere thought of the bitter taste he was so used to in his childhood was enough to make him gag.

so when you arrived at his door with a thermos in hand and a sinister smile, atsumu was positive he felt even more sick than before.

“miya atsumu.”

“yes…?”

“why are you shirtless, not in bed, and making that weird face at me?”

atsumu sighed, dragging his feet to his room and plopping down in his bed. you followed him there, and set the thermos down on his nightstand. atsumu dove under the covers and turned his back to you.

“why are you here?” he mumbled through the thick blankets.

you set your coat on the ground, and dragged the chair that was beside his desk over to the bed.

“you’re our star player, and you’re sick. as the manager, of course i need to check up on you.”

atsumu turned around, body still emerged in his blankets but eyes now staring into your own.

“does that mean you care about me?”

your eyebrows softened, and you placed one hand on his shoulder.

“aw… of course…” you smiled at him. the corners of atsumu’s lip began to lift as well, and he sat up against his bed frame.

“…well, that and the fact that your coach will absolutely kill me if he knew the condition you’re in.”

atsumu’s smiled dropped, and he dove under the covers once more.

“jeez, miya, how old are you? anyways, sit up.”

“why?”

“because you have a fever, and you need to have some medicine.”

“no.”

“what? you need to-“

“absolutely not.”

you sighed. “it’s official. i am the manager of a team whose setter is a giant man baby.”

“wh- hey! wait, where’re you going?”

he started at the thermos that is now back in your hand, and the coat that’s slung over your shoulder.

“oh- well, i’m heading back to the team to let them know that miya atsumu from the black jackals is a big man baby who refuses to take medicine.”

you ended the sentence with a smile, while atsumu’s lips turned downwards.

“fine.”

“fine what?”

“i’ll take the medicine! now sit down.”

you chuckled, and sit back down with your coat on the ground and hands twisting open the thermos.

after much struggle, you could not get it open. you look up, and see atsumu smirking. you extended one hand to him, and his face falls, as if you had just accused him of something horrific.

“what? open it!” you commanded.

“are you kidding? i’m a sick person, and you’re asking me to open it? nu-uh, no way.”

you reach down to grab your coat, and with an exasperated sigh, atsumu grabs the thermos and begins to twist it.

as he’s doing so, you cock your head to the side with your arms crossed.

“jeez, miya, would it kill you to put on a shirt? you’re sick, and you could get even more sick.”

with one final twist, atsumu popped the lid open, and he replied with a smirk, “i know you like the view.”

you simply rolled your eyes as you handed him a spoon.

atsumu’s mouth fell open, and he clutched his right chest as if in pain.

“…what now?”

“my dear manager, are you trying to kill me?”

“uhm… no?”

“then why are you handing me a spoon?”

you squinted your eyes at him, and said, “so you can drink the medicine?”

now it was atsumu’s turn to roll his eyes, and he extended his arm back to you.

“i’m sick, and you want me to drink this by myself? i can barely hold up the thermos, for gods sake.”

“you’re doing it right n-“

“now come on. do you really want to make a sick person hold up his arm like this?”

you were left speechless, with no choice but to grab the thermos back, and shift closer to the bed.

extending a spoonful of the medicine towards him, atsumu let out a groan.

“are you trying to poison me?”

“stop being dramatic. it’s herbal medicine, so of course it’s going to smell bad.”

before he could respond, you gave him a threatening look, and he opened his mouth and accepted the spoon. suddenly, he stuck his tongue out and began reaching for the cup of water sitting on his nightstand.

“okay miya, i know it’s bitter and doesn’t taste the best, but you don’t have to act like it’s the worst thing you’ve ever encountered.”

“no- it’s not that! it’s too hot. almost burned my tongue off.”

your mouth formed an “o”, and you mumbled an apology.

atsumu watches the way your nose scrunches up at the smell, and the way you’re gently blowing on the medicine. he watches the way you bring the spoon up to your lips, testing them temperature to make sure it won’t burn his tongue off again.

he stares into your eyes as you hold out the spoon for him, and as atsumu drank another spoonful of the god awful liquid, his lips turned up to a smile.

maybe medicine just wasn’t as bad as he remembers, or maybe he got some horrible disease that caused his tastebuds to be weird, but when he continued to drink the liquid you prepared, the medicine you blew on and carefully handed each spoonful of to him, the medicine tasted sweet.

sweet like his favourite chocolate ice cream.

sweet like a hug from his mom.

sweet like the frown on osamu’s face when he came home to a spoiled atsumu.

sweet like the warm, bubbling feeling he got in his stomach whenever you smiled.

it was sweet, just like the massive crush atsumu had on you.

a/n: is this based on an experience i had a week ago? yes. except there was no one with me and i had to drink the absolutely disgusting medicine all by myself.

stay safe everyone !!

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