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simpforanyanimeguywithdarkhair · 2 years

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THIRD TIMES THE CHARM

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#Genre: Fluff

#Includes: Miya Atsumu x Fem Reader ft. Osamu Miya

#Description: Miya Atsumu just can't seem to get you out of his head after first laying eyes on you but asking you out proves to be rather difficult.

#WC: 2.1K

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[17:45]

The hustling and bustling of Ongiri Miya is drowned out by the music flowing through your headphones. You keep your head down and gaze centred on the laptop in front of you, making the final touches to your internship application that you had been spending the past few hours perfecting. You desperately needed and wanted the position you were currently applying for as it would give you the relevant experience while also looking very attractive on a CV for potential employers. Ongiri Miya was your go to study spot – it was the perfect atmosphere to get your work done, a nice welcoming environment that wasn’t too loud or quite (unlike the library that was eerily silent) and you found yourself the most productive there, plus the food was to die for.

The ringing of the door that signals there’s a new customer falls on deaf ears as you go over the words written on the screen that are starting to blur together the longer you stare at them. You double check the email you’re supposed to send the application to and before you can hit send you sense a presence beside you. You briefly glance up and are met with a towering figure who seems to be talking a mile an hour and you can’t tell if the redness creeping up his cheeks is from a lack of air or nervousness. Coming to the realisation (unlike him) that you can’t hear him due to the headphones still firmly planted on your head, you move one cushion aside and catch the end of his sentence “…if that’s okay with ya, totally fine if it isn’t and I mean it! Its totally okay to say no!” he ends his speal with a shy smile.

You both stare at each other in awkward silence for a beat before you open your mouth “I’m so sorry but what were you saying?”. He blinks a few times before proceeding to open his mouth and promptly shut it, rushing out his next words “nothin, sorry to bother ya”, you’re met with the back of his head as he spins on his heels and speed walks out the restaurant. You continue to stare at the space his bleach blond hair used to occupy, and it takes a minute to gather your thoughts, tilting your head in confusion at the whole interaction and worrying over if you offended the strange yet handsome man somehow, you were genuinely curious at what he had to say. You shake your head, dispelling those thoughts, you had enough to worry about and with that you hit send to the email you were previously working on and gathering your belongings to head home.

[17:50] – ATSUMU

The ringing bell signals his presence as he opens the door to the place he’s at more often than his own home. He looks around for his brother that’s absent from the behind the counter and instead of catching sight of him, he sees something much better – you. He can’t seem to drag his eyes off you as he reflexively walks to the counter, his gaze not once straying from your pretty face. He doesn’t think someone’s presence has made his heart stutter and knees wobbly like yours just unconsciously has and he hasn’t even talked to you yet. His brother makes his way from the back, brow raised as he follows his line of sight, smacking him upside the head to get his attention “Its rude to stare ya creep” “I wasn’t starin, I was admirin!” he weakly defends. “Anyway, who’s the girl?” he wastes no time asking, “Ya mean the one ya were droolin over?”, Atsumu doesn’t bother denying that because he might as well have been, “Either way, how should a know, what a can tell ya is that she’s a regular – here every week same time”. He makes sure to store that piece of information for later because he has a feeling he’ll need it. Now that he knows Osamu’s useless and can’t give him any more information, he starts to walk up to you – starting of with a confident stride that slowly turns into hesitant baby steps the closer he gets to you.

Now that’s he’s closer to you, he can make out your pretty lashes that flutter every time your eyes move across the screen and plump lips that your teeth are currently gnawing on. He feels his heart pick up the pace and hands slowly start to sweat and before he can even get your attention his stupid mouth opens, and the words just start spewing. His brain screams at him to stop because he knows you can’t hear him because of your headphones, yet his mouth seems to be on a different wavelength as he continues his word vomit that even he knows makes no sense.

He thinks he could die just there as you glance up at him with confusion displayed on your face and he knows you can see the blush spreading across his face. If his previous rambling didn’t make him want to die, he definitely wants to drop dead now after hearing the words that come from your mouth. However, all of a sudden, his mindless mouth is silent and doesn’t know what to say and his brain just so happens to have shut down and he thinks its probably some fight or flight bullshit and his brain has chosen flight like the coward it is because not a single coherent thought is present. So, he says the only thing that can get him to quickly escape the situation he’s created because he’s 99% sure he can hear his asshole brother cackling in the background and just like his coward brain he chooses flight and briskly walks away before he can see your reaction.

“Idiot, idiot, idiot” he chants under his breath as he walks away, head lowered in shame. Where had the once smooth Atsumu gone, he has never had any trouble talking to girls, throwing sly winks and flirtatious smirks was second nature to him yet stood before you he suddenly turned into a fucking virgin. There’s no way he was living this down (he knows Osamu’s not going to let him forget) but now he knows for sure he has to try to ask you out again, if not for his bruised ego but because you were clearly special if you had him stumbling over his words and doing the walk of shame out of his brothers’ restaurant.

[18:30] – The following week

He had been waiting for over an hour now and you were a no show, your usual spot sat empty, and he was starting to get strange looks. Knees rapidly bouncing and eyes darting to the door every time he heard it jingle but was met with a face that wasn’t yours had disappointment shooting through him and the rational part of his brain was trying to convince him it wasn’t because of him and the situation last week that had you avoiding Ongiri Miya like the plague. He had heard from Osamu a few minutes prior that you hadn’t stepped in since last week, yet he still held onto the sliver of hope that you may pop in today – the same day and time as last week. Yet as the minutes ticked by and people filtered in and out of the doors, you had yet to make an appearance and he felt himself quickly slumping in his chair and thinking he might as well give up, it was a long shot anyway and he doubts you want anything to do with him after that embarrassing display he put on last week.

While the angel on his right shoulder tells him not to give up and tries to convince him that you may have found his bashful confession endearing, the devil on his left shoulder berates him for even thinking that. It convinces him that he’s so self-absorbed to think that he’s even playing on your mind, why would a pretty little thing like you waste even a millisecond thinking about him? You probably wiped his existence from your mind the second he walked out the door. “Can ya leave now, yer scaring away ma customers” his brothers voice comes from behind him. He debates whether to wait a few more minutes just in case but he knows better and he’s starting to feel a little pathetic, so he gives Osamu a solemn nod before picking himself up and dragging himself out the door.

The best thing for him to do now was to just forget about you because he’s uncertain about if he’s ever going to see you again. However, that’s easier said than done because you’ve been playing on his mind the moment he saw you and everyday after that, multiple what if questions infest his mind every day and night and he makes up scenarios of what he would do if he did see you again.

[9:28]

The past few weeks have been hectic with university and your internship application being accepted which resulted in interviews, workshops and getting to know the people who are going to be supervising you. While it was fun it was also extremely nerve wracking as you were going to be working at a big company with some very important athletes that you are going to meet very shortly. You wash your sweaty hands and brush away any fly aways to ensure you look the utmost professional and for some reason your brain thinks it’s the perfect time to draw your attention back to the unexpected encounter you had a few weeks ago at a certain restaurant. The situation had been playing on your mind for a while now and while at first it was confusing and albeit awkward it now brings a smile to your face and has you chuckling. You slowly started to find the unnamed stranger endearing and dare you say…cute. You hadn’t really had the time the process how he looked and what he was saying but after a few recollections of the memory you found yourself smiling at the whole ordeal and your curiosity piqued at what he was asking you about. Unfortunately, you hadn’t had the time to go back to Ongiri Miya with how busy you were, and you were certain he probably wouldn’t have even been there with how quickly he had ran out, you doubt he’d even be able to face you if you saw him again.

Deciding that you looked presentable enough, you walked out of the bathrooms and into the gymnasium where the coach and managers stood and took your place beside them. You anxiously twiddled your thumbs as you waited for the players to emerge from the locker rooms and during this time one of the coaches started to make conversation. You talked about what university you attend and your hopes for the future as the athletes made their way into the gymnasium and you could see them gather together from your peripheral. As you wrapped up your conversation you could sense a pair of eyes on you – not just looking but staring intensely.

You turned to the small crowd gathered in front of you and swept your eyes over them as the coaches introduced you and the plan for today, nothing seemed out of the ordinary until your eyes flickered back to a familiar mop of blond hair and a pair of brown eyes stared back at you in shock. You were sure you sported the same expression as you took in the MSBY uniform the cute stranger adorned and quickly shook yourself out of those thoughts as you shot the rest of the team a friendly smile. After the coaches finished their speech, the players started to disperse yet one made their way towards you with a soft smile.

“Hi, I’m Miya Atsumu, I never got to introduce myself before” he shyly chuckles out and once again there’s a rosy tint to his cheeks. “Miya? As in…” “Ahaha yeah, ma brother owns it” you stare at him in shock for a few seconds “I’m such an idiot, no wonder you looked familiar” “if anyone’s an idiot it would be me” he cringes in embarrassment, and you can feel yourself smile at the sight. “Well why don’t we start again, I’m L/N F/N nice to officially meet you” you hold your hand out and he wastes no time in softly grasping it and shaking it. You find yourself missing the comforting warmth of his calloused hand as he takes it away and you both just stare at each other in silence for a few seconds before he coughs out “I was asking ya out” “huh?” “That day ya know, I was asking ya out on a date” he mumbles, and it takes all your effort to bite back a cheesy grin because he really was too cute for his own good, “Well then Miya Atsumu, I think you owe me a date”

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sunarots · 4 months

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under the mistletoe

pairings: osamu miya x fem!reader

summary: you and osamu always dread christmas with his family. they get way too into the holiday and are always asking you both invasive questions about your relationship. and this year, you’re dreading it for a different reason.

warnings: strong language, reader’s pregnant.

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“Do you think we can pretend we’re sick?” Osamu asks, packing the wrapped presents into the large carrier bag. He looks over at you as you carefully place the strawberries on top of the cake.

You smile, looking over your shoulder at him. “I wish. They’d move the dinner here.”

He sighs, checking the time on his phone as he wanders over to you. “I know,” he mumbles, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Just want today to be us.” Osamu’s hands rest on your stomach, his chin on your shoulder.

“I know. Me too.” You look down at the cake, setting the last strawberry on its top and placing your hands on top of his. “At least we can tell them. Two months, yeah? That’s when we can do it?”

He smiles, kissing your cheek. “Yeah. I’m excited. I’m ready. Are you?”

You laugh. “I’m shitting myself, but…yeah. Yeah, I’m ready.” You turn around to face him, taking his face in your hands and pulling him towards you for a quick kiss before pulling away. “Sorry, there’s cream on your cheek.”

He shakes his head with a playful roll of his eyes, wiping his cheek with his finger and licking the cream from it. “Can’t take ya anywhere,” he teases, slapping your ass. “Go get ready, love.”

You take off your apron, giving Osamu one last glance over your shoulder to watch him place the cake inside of the cold box. You hang it over the hook on the kitchen door and hurry to the bedroom to quickly change into the dress Osamu had bought for you.

When you return five minutes later, Osamu has already moved everything to the car except from one small box sat on top of the kitchen island beside the ultrasound pictures. It’s wrapped with a delicate red ribbon tied into a small bow. Osamu’s leaning against the counter by the fridge, snacking on the leftover strawberries.

“Don’t fill yourself up before dinner, honey,” you remind him, taking your jacket from his hands.

He smiles down at you in the dress he got you. “You look gorgeous.” He kisses the top of your head, assisting you in pulling on your coat.

“Thanks. I love the dress, ‘Samu. Who’s the box for?”

He picks it up before you can grab it and smiles at you. “Oh, it’s not important. Are you ready, my love?”

You eye him up and down suspiciously, picking up the ultrasound pictures from the table as you lesd him towards the door. “You’re acting very strange today. Are you alright?”

He shrugs his shoulders, locking the house behind him and headed to the car. “I’m great. Just dreading this.”

Though you’re not entirely convinced, you slide into the passenger seat of the car and drop the subject. The drive to his parents’ house is a short one, the silence filled by the Christmas songs on the radio you both sing along to softly. He doesn’t remove his hand from your thigh until he has to, pulling into the driveway and seeing Atsumu’s black sports car already there.

“Are we late?” you ask, looking at the time on your phone. “Why’s he so early?”

Osamu shrugs his shoulder and turns the engine off, looking over to you. He gives you an anxious smile. “Ade you ready?”

You shake your head. “Never. But let’s do this.”

He laughs, giving you a quick peck on the lips before you both climb put of the car. You grab the cake from the backseat as Osamu takes the gifts from the trunk, and you walk in side by side.

“Oh, ma! Don’t get started on me! It’s Christmas!” Atsumu exclaims from the kitchen. “It’s complicated, ya know that!”

Osamu enters first, setting the bag on the floor by the living room before meeting everyone in the kitchen. “Oi, don’t yell at her on Christmas, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu scolds, taking the cake from your hands carrying it over to the fridge. He sets it on an empty shelf and greets his mum with a hug.

“Tell her to stop invadin’ my privacy.” Atsumu pats you on the back as a greeting.

“Only when ya start acting like an adult,” Osamu retorts, removing your jacket for you. “Uh, we have some news for you guys. Is dad around?”

“He’s sleeping, not feeling too great. Everything okay, sweetheart?”

You bite back your smile, wrapping your arm around Osamu’s as he pulls the pictures from your handbag. “We’re having a baby.”

Osamu grins, turning the photos around to show his family on your cue. His mother’s eyes go wide and she immediately breaks out in a smile. Her arms open and she immediately hugs you both with an excited scream.

“Oh, thats amazing! I’m going to have a grandbaby!” She gasps, spinning to look at Atsumu. “You’re going to be an uncle!”

“An…uncle?” He manages to snap himself out of his daze, and grins. “Congratulations!” He laughs and brings you both in for an embrace. “Uh, I just realised I left yer gift at my place, so I’m gonna run and grab it. Congrats on the baby!”

Neither you nor Mrs. Miya linger on Atsumu’s abrupt disappearance, it was Osamu who tried to argue. Unfortunately for him, his brother was already out the door. He sighs, dropping his head and giving a weak agreement to whatever his mother just said.

“‘Samu, what’s the matter?” you ask softly when his mother’s turned her back and carrying on with preparing the dining room for dinner. “Atsumu always runs off on Christmas for an hour or two before we eat.”

Osamu shrugs his shoulders and gives you another smile that doesn’t ease your worries. “It’s… No reason, baby. Here, let’s go help ma.”

He takes your hand and pulls you through his family home towards the dining room, pointing you in the direction of a black box filled with ornaments needing hung on the walls.

You never understood why Osamu’s mother always waited until Christmas day to hang most of the other decorations. You assumed it was so she could spend more quality time with everyone whilst waiting for someone to pick up the order, typically Atsumu or her husband.

You grab a piece of tinsel and drape it above the pictures of the twins when they were younger. A red one goes above the twins when they were babies, cradled in their parents’ arms. A purple one goes above them when they won their first competition in volleyball together. A gold one hangs above them in their high school uniforms, clutching a trophy with proud smiles. You hang a silver one above the first family portrait you were featured in at one of their relative’s weddings. You’re sat at the table with them all, Osamu’s arm wrapped around your shoulders. He’s clearly whispering something in your ear, and you’re laughing at whatever it was he was saying.

“Is that everything?” Osamu asks you, gesturing to the box. You take a glance and pick up the piece of mistletoe sat at the bottom of the box. Its crumbled from the weight of everything on top of it, but it’s still intact. “Oh, hang that here.” He taps the top of the doorframe to the dining room and smiles at you, passing you a tac.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, because I will have much more ease reaching it than you.” Osamu chuckles, watching as you struggle a little to pin it. “There. Happy now?” You spin around to face him, furrowing your eyebrows when he’s not at your eye level.

His mum stands behind where he was with her camera out, recording you. You look down at Osamu, holding out the box with the red ribbon around it. He smiles up at you, holding the box out towards you. “Open it, love.”

You don’t entirely trust what you see before you, using one hand to carefully undo the ribbon keeping it shut. You wait for him to nod his head before opening the box, revealing a delicate diamond ring inside.

“Will you marry me?”

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