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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months

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“Late Night Snack.” Timeskip Atsumu Miya x Reader NSFW‼️ 18+

AN: I’ve been thinking about this scenario for this Fox. Like I said before, he drives me nuts.

Synopsis: you were hungry! And your boyfriend sleeps better when you’re next to him. Now what?

WARNING: clingy fox boyfriend, dry humping, squirt, NSFW‼️, GRAMMAR.

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“Mmm.” You hummed.

You randomly woke up late in the evening because your stomach started growling all of a sudden. Atsumu’s arm wrapped was around your waist with his chest close to your back. you felt his chest rise up and down — his slow breaths brushing your neck.

You could stay in this position for a few more minutes. But, your stomach thought otherwise. You’re hungry. You noted. You slowly lifted your head up to see the time on the nightstand.

It’s 8:50pm.

You’d eaten dinner with your boyfriend not too long ago. It was good. In fact, you could not stop thinking about that delicious Thai food he brought home for dinner. Especially, his chicken burrito, that he left in the fridge. which you recalled. you want to stay put for a little longer, but you still couldn’t help it. So, you planned on how you’re going to escape from Atsumu’s hold.

Slowly, you turned your head back. Your neck straining a bit, you saw how peaceful atsumu looked while he’s sleeping. He had immediately came back from a long day of practice and all he wanted to do was eat and sleep with you. You pouted and thought if this was a good idea. To leave him for some leftover food. Oh well.

You gently rose up. A small groan was heard behind you. You continued as you felt his wrapped arm slide down to your hips. You moved the blanket off of your body slowly and slowly sat up on the edge of the bed. You heard another light groan from your boyfriend — which made you stop from getting off the bed mid way. You looked back at him again. And at the same time, your stomach growled again.

You gently lifted his forearm and unwrapped it from your waist and placed it on-top of your pillow. Your legs moved off the bed and your feet met the wooden floor, and you tiptoed out of the bedroom, and gently closed the door behind you.

Your hand on your chest, You let out a long exhale. You didn’t know that you were holding your breath while you escaped from his hold. He’s very clingy, you thought. “This better be worth it.” You mumbled, walking into the kitchen and turning on the light that’s above the stove. You opened the fridge and searched for the burrito. Voila! A white bag that has the name of the Thai restaurant he ordered from caught your eyes.

Smiling like a baby, you happily took it out and carried it to the kitchen island. You had one goal in mind and that was to eat some of that tasty burrito you remembered taking a small bite of. “He should’ve ordered two but that’s okay. Next time.” You murmured, opening the aluminum foil and eyeing the delicious chicken burrito. You wasted no time getting a knife to cut a “piece” off. it was actually more than that. “Woops.” You smiled softly.

You put it in the microwave and put the other half small piece in the fridge. As you waited for it to warm up, you walked to the living room and turned on the tv. The colorful lights illuminated your face as you stood in front of it changing channels; until you found a random “paid programming” show that talked about selling jewelry and other items for Black Friday.

“Beep…Beep…Beep.” The microwave signaled. you happily threw the remote on the wide suede couch. “Yaaay~” you whispered, opening the microwave. “Smells so good.” You blew the food as you walked back to the wide couch, while your other hand carried a cup of water. Before you started to eat, you got yourself comfortable by wrapping the flinch blanket around yourself since you were a bit cold —you’re wearing a fitted strapped cami top and panties. “Better!” You whispered, snuggling in the warmth of the blanket.

You took your first bite and moaned at how delicious the burrito is. Your small hands held onto the it as you took a big bite from it, while you watched the seller show some pearly earrings and necklaces for sale on the huge flat screen tv.

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After a while, you laid down. “Mm.” You could barely speak. You’re so full. But the burrito made you feel so much better. However, you were lazy to get up and go back to bed. So, You decided to watch tv for a while until you fall asleep on the couch.

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“Hmm…” a grunt left his lips.

Atsumu’s hand brushed against your pillow. He groaned and moved over to feel your warm body. You’re not there. He groaned again and said, “baby…come’re.” No answer. He managed to open his eye, sleepily. You’re still not here. “What..?” He said drowsily, slowly sitting up on the bed, looking for you on the bed in the darkness. Hoping that he’s still sleeping, he brushed his hand across the sheet. You’re really not here. He let out a whine. One that sounded like a kid that lost his mom in the supermarket. “Please tell me I’m dreaming.” He sighed and got up from the bed, and dragged his feet to the door.

**He pushed his messy bangs back with fingers as walked out the bedroom. He checked to see if you were in the bathroom. but, the light is off. He frowned and continued to look for you. Suddenly, he noticed the colorful lights coming from the living room as he walked through the hallway. there you are. Your figure was laid down on the wide couch.

He stood there for a moment in disbelief. She left me alone f’ tv huh. He thought to himself. He turned his head to check the time on the microwave. 9:50pm. He turned to look at you from afar. “Maybe she’s sleeping.” He mumbled, walking into the living room to turn off the tv. You heard his footsteps and turned your head to him.

“Oh. Hey babe.” You said lowly, watching him walk around the couch. He stood in front of you, blocking the tv screen. You eyed him from head to toe. His bare chest making you catch your breath. Especially, his fitted boxers. “Ya left me alone in the bed!.” He pouted, his figure looking heavily sleepy. You smiled softly. “Sorry, I was a bit hungry.” You tried to hide your laughter when you saw his pouty face and his messy bed hair. “Come back to bed with me , baby.” he whined, his drowsy eyes slowly closing a bit. “I want to stay up a bit. You can go without me, Tsumu.” You said, looking at him with concern. You felt bad that he came all the way here because you’re the antidote that makes him sleep better.

He whined again and turned to look at what you’re watching on tv. “Baby.”whined yet again, turning back to you. He’s a big baby, you thought. “I’ll come back when I feel like it, babe.” You spoke, but he whined again and you giggled. You don’t think he’s going to listen to you. You’re laying comfortably on the wide couch.

As if he read your mind, he pulled the blanket over your body and knelt down on the cushion to lay on top of you, and covered his back with the blanket. You giggled again as you watched him get comfortable - wrapping your legs around his waist and his arms wrapped around your form from underneath. “Tsumu!” You whispered, giggling softly at his behavior. He laid his puffy face on your chest and didn’t say a word.

“You wanna watch tv with me then, baby? You smiled softly, slowly working your fingers through his hair and his undercut. He hummed as he watched tv. However, whiff of your breath brushed his face. his quickly head struck up and he frowned at you. You stopped your fingers at looked up at him in surprise. “What?” You smiled in confusion. “Oi. Did you my burrito?” He asked, trying to look mad but failed. He’s too sleepy. You snorted and whispered, “only a few bites.” You smiled. “But Don’t worry, The other half is in the fridge.” He laid his head down, “Oh. Didn’t think you liked it. Cuz ya so picky.” He admitted, his deep sleepy voice taking over. “Well, now you know.” You scratched his undercut, lovingly.

Minutes passed, and you listened to Atsumu’s groans as you scratched his head, gently. You smiled while you watched the holiday commercials. His warm weight above you and feeling his warm breaths brush your chest, you felt lucky. “Mmmm.” The head scratches felt so good. He lifted his head began kissing your neck, gently. Your fingers changed its pace by slowly stroking his hair. his long and warm kisses was distracting you from watching the Black Friday sales on tv. Your breath hitched when he suddenly kissed your favorite spot over and over. the one makes your pulse increase.

“Tsumu...” you moaned, stretching your neck to give him more room. He hummed and moved his kisses up under your ear and down to your jawline. Your other hand caressed his neck while he did so. moments after, he captured your soft lips with his and kissed you, deeply yet slowly — thanks to his sleepiness. Your hands moved up to his neck as you your soft lips slowly moved in sync with his.

You can tell that he’s still sleepy but you didn’t bother stopping him. You moaned in between the kisses as your fingers combed through his hair. Soon after, he broke the kissed began leaving kisses on your collarbone and your neck, again. You turned your head back to the tv while your hand brushed his bangs and the other caressing his bicep. Your deep breathes echoed in yours ears and his as he continued his task.

Atsumu rose up a bit and to pull up your cami top. you arched your back to help him. feeling your nipples harden from the make out session; now that your breasts are revealed. He held them close together. “My babies.” He grinned before he began kissing around your breasts , slowly. you felt the warm appendage lick around your breast - making you push your chest closer to his mouth - to lick your nipple. He kneaded the two flesh while he admired your it. His brown orbs ogling your nipples. He began licking your nipple and you gasped. He licked it slowly with enough pressure. Feeling the tip of his tongue on it. “Mm.” You whimpered, listening to sounds of his tongue flick it, feverishly.

He did the same with the other. You pushed your head back on the couch pillow while your hands stroked his hair - making it messier. You kept arching your back while he licked them just right. Slowly. The way you like it. “Ah.” You moaned, closing your eyes here and there and biting your biting lip when his lips wrapped around your nipples . Sucking them lovingly. You whimpered and slid yours hands down. Your fingers gently scratching his broad back while sucked your nipples.

Your wrapped your legs around his form; the heel of your feet massaging his lower back. “Mmm.” You breathed, working your hands up to both sides of his face, feeling his tongue swipe your nipples, passionately.

Atsumu moved up to kiss your lips. His tongue slowly invading your mouth and wrapping it around yours, passionately. What’s gotten into him? You managed to ask yourself. But your thoughts got lost when he began grinding his bulge on your covered pussy, side to side. Slowly. Enough to make you start whimpering in the deep kisses. you became putty underneath him — your lower body felt tingles from his warmth rubbing against your covered pussy.

You broke the kiss and looked up at him. His sleepy brown eyes hypnotizing you in need of your attention. “Unh.” You whimpered, your dowey eyes blinking as were still looking up at him. He smirked. Continuing to slowly roll his hips in circles. “Ahh.” You raised your legs to feel more of that warmth — your legs slowly dangling in the air. You held onto his arms due his pace making you become needy. You started rolling yours hips in circles to meet his own. “Ah…Right there.” You whispered, looking down at the ministrations. His big bulge sliding up and down. making your clit throb whenever the tip bumped against it. He chuckled lightly and kissed your forehead before he raised himself - hands on either side of the couch pillow. He watched you roll your hips up and down.

“Haa…” Your deep breathes rang in his ears. He tilted his head and hummed. Your head fell back on the pillow when you felt your clit get poked by his covered tip. “You like that, huh.” Smirking, he stopped rolling his hips and puts his arm down in between. You watched him curiously before he pulled your panty aside. He pulled it with enough force to make stay on the side. “Ah!” You gasped when he dipped a finger deep into your folds. Rubbing it and then moving it up flick your clit. You quivered as the rough calloused pads rubbed your clit, making you become wetter. he dipped the tip of his finger into your cunt, teasingly. Feeling your warm arousal cover it. “You’re wet, baby.” He mumbled, getting into position again. You moved your small hands down to his hips. He spread his legs further and you did the same. You wanted to feel everything.

He applied some of his weight on you as slowly bucked his hips up and down. “Ooh.” You moaned, his covered cock felt so warm against your bare pussy. You deep breathes kept hitching each time he rolled his hips up. “Ooh yeah…oh baby.” You grunted, grounding your hips up, Your sensitive clit throbbing against the soft thin fabric - making you quiver from the overtaking sensation.

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The fluttering sensations from your clit overtook you as atsumu slammed his hips against you, slowly. Ooh. Yeah…ah.” You moaned softly, feeling the satisfying relief your pussy was receiving. Soon after, his thighs slapped against yours quickly as you quickly rubbed your pussy against his warmth; getting close to your release. “Unh!” You breathed heavily, twitching as you’re clit kept throbbing while you rode out your first orgasm.

“Mmm.” You fingers brushed his arms softly and you moved them up to the sides of his neck. Your clit was still throbbing from the first orgasm. “Baby.” You called softly, pulling him down. Atsumu lowered himself to capture your needy lips. “Mmm.” You moaned, his needy lips smacking against yours. He applied some more of his weight which made you roll your throbbing clit against him to help you cool down.

you wanted more. His soft lips nibbled yours, while your hands held his cheeks. He suddenly broke the kiss and you whined. He sat down on his knees and eyed your pretty pussy. Wet and spread open for him. He felt the wet patch on his fitted boxers. he looked down and noticed a shiny wet patch on the center of it. He brushed his fingers against the fabric. small strings of your arousal stretching on his fingertips.

Your cheeks started to feel hot. You tucked your lips — feeling a little embarrassed by your actions while you looked at the small mess you made. “Wow.” He chuckled, making you look up at him. “I love the way you use me, baby.” He said deeply, his sleepy voice still evident. You blushed and turned your head to look at what’s on tv but your breath hitched when he quickly grounded his hips against yours, again.

You hands fell on either side of your head. you looked down in between and saw his hands slide their way up to the back of your knees and slowly push them down to the cushion. Your pussy feeling even more exposed, he leaned over to be closer to your face and rolled his hips up against your pussy. “Oh god.” you gasped, grounding your hips, and rolling it up to meet his thrusts.

Your breast bounced at a gentle pace. Feeling them respond to his ministrations as your pussy bumped against his covered cock. You mouth slightly ajar, you couldn’t form any words. Just lost in his actions while you watched in between. His deep hums echoed through your ears, his iron grip underneath your knees made you feel putty, and the way his abs looks pushed in while he was pleasing you — all of it making you even more putty under him.

Soon after, the sloppy wet sounds goes unnoticed. Simultaneously, you and him watched the action from in between. your eyes widened when you saw thick strings of your arousal stretching on his covered cock each time he rolled his hips. “Mmm. look at that, baby.” He hissed. “ Making a mess, aren’t ya.” He chuckled, watching your pussy get smothered with your arousal as he circled his hips. “Ahh.” You whimpered, a certain roll of his hips made you move your hands up to his neck and look at him. “Right there, Tsumu.” You pleaded, biting your bottom lip.

You’re toes kept clenching and unclenching from the sensation. “Oh..yeah” you breathed in his face. A sudden change of his pace made you roll your hips up, forcefully. “Oh!” You cried, finding the perfect spot to rub your clit against. His thighs slapped against yours roughly. You hissed as they were starting to ache; mixing with the pleasure.

Your hips rolled off the cushion to meet his thrusts but his strength overtook yours as your clit was getting stroked and slammed on, roughly. You broke the kiss and kept whimpering. “That’s it baby.” He praised. The sensation overtaking your body, Atsumu outstretched your left leg and slammed his covered girth on your soaked pussy, frantically. The couch cushions started creaking relentlessly. “Oh baby!” You whined, your throbbing pussy feeling his warmth from his rough persistence. Your held onto his shoulders for good balance; not letting your throbbing pussy miss his quick thrusts.

“Unnnhh.” You slowly dragged out, Your head fell back on the couch pillow. The filthy squelching sounds slapped on your sloppy pussy. “Good girl, baby.” He hid face hides under your neck. “Mmm.” He moaned, he spread his legs further apart to feel your sloppy pussy soak his boxers — clearly covering his cock with your fluids. The thick sounds gets louder as he increases his pace. Your body shaking under him. “Aaah! Oooh fuck ye-es.” You whined, his hips stuttering against yours, feverishly.

“Unnh!” you whimpered, your next orgasm is getting closer. Your hands gripped the waistline of his boxers. “Don’t stop.” You grunted, quickly rutting your hips up — your clit trying to seek for more friction. “Mmmm.” He hummed against your neck and circled his hips playfully. your mouth widened — not forming any words as your clit felt everything. Soon after, Your clit started throbbing uncontrollably.. “O-oh!” You frowned, grounding your hips up to his. “G’ head baby.” He encouraged you, rolling his hips side to side. You pulled his hair and began rubbing your clit on his covered girth, quickly. You felt his lips form a smile on your neck.

“Un-nnh” Your voice shook, his warmth felt so good rubbing on your clit. Atsumu kept humming, let you take control a bit more before he rose up and grabbed both knees from underneath, and started rutting his covered cock against it. “Aaa-ah!” cried, suddenly releasing your orgasm. squirting all over him. “That’s it baby.” He hissed, his hips slamming against yours roughly — his midsection getting splashed on. “Aaah!” You kept leaking while it pooled on either side of your hips and down on the couch. The wet skin slapping echoed in the room. “Ts-Tsumu!” You cried out, squirming underneath him.

“Thaaats it, baby.” He praised you. “Let it all out.” He gripped your hips and bucked against you.

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“Mmph.” You groaned, roughly. The cool down was taking a while to go away. You listened to his humming voice next to your ear — slowly rolling his hips up and down. A satisfied sigh left your lips when you stared at the ceiling. Everything felt so good. Even though you’re still twitching below him. “Mmm.” You moaned, gently rubbing your still throbbing clit against him, slowly.

He lifted his head up to look at you. A fox-like grin covers his face. You rolled your eyes. “What was that for?” You asked, impatient to hear his answer. “Ya give the best head scratches, babe.” He replied, his grin widening. “I thought you wanted to watch tv with me, Tsumu.”

“Ya didn’t stop me, though.” He chuckled. “Shut up!” It’s true. You didn’t bother to. But still.

You wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. He knows you loved it. “Anyway. What are we gonna do about the couch? It’s a mess.” You mumbled, feeling bad. It’s a very expensive couch. “Don’t worry.” You raised an y. “ I’ll have room service come clean it up tomorrow morning.” He said, kissing your cheek.

“But…they’ll think that we’re not… normal people.” You said, feeling embarrassed. He chuckled, “Nah! they’ll jus’ know that I can bring the best out my girlfriend.” He replied, grinning like he just won 3 volleyball tournaments.

That didn’t help at all. You rolled your eyes. “Get off me!” You pushed him and he rolled over to the side, laughing. “Can we go back to bed now, baby?” He asked playfully, messing with you. You pulled your top down. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight, Tsumu!” You got up and walked to the his bedroom, “Eh?” He stopped and blinked. “Nooo!” he whined quickly getting up from the couch, catching up to you.

“Shut up!” You gave a breathless laugh as you took out another pair of your panties from his drawer.

“I love you~” He hugged you from behind, quickly leaving kisses on your neck to forgive him. “Whatever.” You put on your panties and walked to your side of his bed. He smacked your ass and followed you.

“Go change your underwear Tsumu!”

“You wanna show?” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Tsumu! I swear to - “ he pulled you into the bed with him. “I don’t feel like it!” He pulled you close to his chest and kissed your lips playfully until a smile appeared on your face and you giggled.

You love me. He thought to himself.

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ho0rmiga · 4 months

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#one piece #one piece colorspread #illustration #digital illustration #artists on tumblr #luffy #digital art #sanji #black leg sanji #haikyuu #anime art #haikyu oc #haikyu smut #haikyū!!#hinata shoyo #tsukishima kei #sawamura daichi #chopper

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gloriaaart · 5 months

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HQ - Oikawa speed painting

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haikyuusposts · 5 months

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Someone's got a crush 👀 🤧

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sameko-chan · 6 months

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They don't fight often but when they do it turns into a staring competition!

Usually Sameko is mostly on Washijous good side. She knows he is strict but not unfair. If you want to bee the best you have to work for it. But when he crosses a line and the boys are at their limits Sam would not shut up and stood up against the demon coach. The boys respect their manager more day by day.

#sameko-chan #haikyu!! oc #haikyuu #shiratorizawa #haikyu oc #haikyuu oc #original character #my art #sameko akane #tendou satori #taichi #taichi kawanishi #tanji washijou #demon coach #respect the manager

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avalaryx · 4 months

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HAIKYUU OCS!!

Me and my friend's ocs!!

#haikyuu oc #haikyuu original character #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyu oc

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ask-shining-hoshi · 1 year

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Sawamura Hoshi reference

#hehe making the texts for this made my inner child so happy #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu oc #haikyu oc #oc #character #character reference #oc reference #hoshi #sawamura hoshi #sawamura #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! oc #ask #ask blog

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hazzyyx · 6 months

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☾︎

𝗡aomi é a irmã mais nova de Sunarin, tudo ocorria bem em sua vida, desde a saída de um membro da banda do seu irmão; Porém, a vida não era um morango, a vocalista principal acabou ficando doente e ela precisou a substituir, deixando sua vaga em aberto - trazendo seu passado de volta para o presente.

SakusaxFemaleOc.

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mangogobibiboo · 5 months

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Mission: ERROR

Synopsis: Osamu's confession does not go as planned

Pairing: Osamu x FEM!reader

Osamu is the calm and collected twin. The better twin, some might say. He is mature and rational, especially when compared to his piss-haired brother. But this was going to be the end of him. His hands were sweaty, his mouth was dry, and he couldn't think straight.

Today, he finally worked up the courage to ask you out after endless bullying from his teammates (mostly his brother). This boy had been looking at you like a puppy dog since he saw you running the mochi stand at the school festival during their first year. Osamu had taken every chance to get to know you after that. Of course, being on the volleyball team only left a little time to do much else. He still made it work somehow.

About 10 months ago, the perfect opportunity landed on his lap. He was having some trouble in Math and had failed the first couple of quizzes given that year. To keep Osamu on the Volleyball team as a regular, the coach arranged with his teacher to get him a tutor who would work with him for a bit in the morning and after school, right before practice.

At first, he was a little pissed. He now had to spend more valuable practice time in class. But all that apprehension disappeared once he saw you walk through the door. His life felt like it just lit up right at that moment.

From that day, you guys grew closer. I mean, it was inevitable because you two saw each other every day. And on some days more, because Osamu would insist that he "needed extra help," he would invite you to his house to study. He may have also tried to impress you with his cooking when he would "lose track of time," and you would have no choice but to have dinner at his place.

You, of course, were not an idiot and knew he didn't need that much help. At most, he just needed to read slower and think about the material more before answering. You could see how he would modify the marks he got on his tests to make the scores look lower than they were. And you also knew that if he consistently scored that low, he wouldn't be playing on the team. He would be benched or in remedial classes. But he wasn't, and this was proven because he would invite you to every game to watch him play.

Even after knowing all this, you didn't really mind. Osamu was cute and oh-so-sweet; how could you not fall head over heels in love with him. Of course, the cooking definitely helped his case. You had picked up on his little hints and were eagerly waiting to be asked out on your first official date. You didn't think it would take this long because he always seemed so sure of himself. You were also pretty obvious about your affection towards him. Not only did you always agree to go to his house to study whenever you could, but you also made an effort to make him small snacks for your morning and after-school meetings.

Osamu had pushed back your tutoring session that day so he could rush out and buy some flowers for you. The plan was to make it back to school and up to the classroom before you so that he could surprise you.

The plan had gone smoothly for the most part. He had made it back to school and was now waiting for you. The issue was that you were nowhere to be found. You didn't answer his texts or calls. Osamu grew more nervous that you had figured out his plan and ditched him because you didn't feel the same way.

It had been about 30 minutes, and Osamu would be late for practice if he didn't leave soon, but he wanted to stay in hopes that you would show up. Suna went up to get him on the captain's orders. Instead of finding his friend happily making out with his new girlfriend, he found Osamu pacing around the class while wiping his sweaty hands on his slacks.

"Oi," Suna leaned into the door frame with his arms crossed and continued. "Where's your girl?"

Osamu finally stopped pacing and leaned against the window sill with his hands on either side. "She- She's not here…Yet!"

"Well, your gonna be late if you don't get your ass to the club room like now."

"'s fine. I can be late one time. This actually gives me more time ta practice what I'm gonna say to 'er"

"That's if she shows at all," Suna mumbled that to himself, not expecting Osamu to hear. But he did, and Suna could immediately see his friend's face drop and all the anxiety come back into his body. "Look, man, she'll show, ok? Just practice your thing."

"It might help if ah had someone ta do it with-"

"No"

"I can get er phone back from Kita-san."

"Fine"

Suna trudged over to the other side of the room, arms still crossed on his chest. He leaned on the desk directly in front of Osamu and waited.

"so..do your thing."

With a deep breath, Osamu started, "I have had feelings fer you fer so long. Ya are the smartest, most beautiful person I have ever known. I was hopin' you would do me the honor of goin' on a date with me?" He extended the flowers to suna, bowed his head, and waited for feedback.

"O-Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt." Osamus's head shot up like a piston at the new voice. You were standing in the open doorway, stuttering out an apology and turning to leave.

This was a nightmare. You had just heard Osamu confess to Suna with the words meant for you. But you didn't know that.

The bouquet dropped from Osamu's hand as he ran after you. "Y-Y/n, It's not what it looks like!" He ran after you and caught your wrist, tugging it a little to make you face him.

"That is not what it looked like!"

"Samu, it's fine-"

"No. No, it's not. I was just practicing what I was going to say to you." "To me?"

"The confession, the flowers, they were all for you. I like you. I wanted this to be special, but it didn't work out that way. I swear I don't like Suna. I mean, he's great, but I could never put up with- "

"Just kiss me, you twat…"

You didn't have to ask twice. Osamu pulled you in for the sweetest kiss of your life. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer while your arms landed around his neck, pulling him closer.

When you two finally pulled away, he rested his forehead on yours and gave you a shy smile.

"I know this is awkward, but I'm late for practice."

You roll your eyes playfully and pull back from him, but not before giving him a small peck on the cheek.

"Go! I'll be outside the gym waiting for you. My new boyfriend still hasn't told me where we're going on our first date."

Using the word boyfriend to describe him made his heart leap with joy. He turned and ran to the gym, but not before leaning down and returning your kiss. He met Suna at the end of the hallway, and you saw them disappear toward the gym.

You couldn't wait to walk home that day with your new boyfriend.

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moonchild-things · 4 months

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Chapter Thirty-Eight: Stepping Stone

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 3738

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A/n: HAPPY NEW YEAR WELCOME TO 2024! I got back from a family vacation to Aruba so my mind is still on vacation mode lol I finished a chapter tho!

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THE SAME OLD, SAME OLD WAS HAPPENING in the Karasuno photography club. Wada Katski and Ito Miki were arguing, not surprising. It had started with Shimada telling the club about the finishing touches for the set up and layout for the gallery that was about an hour away from starting. Then Wada had made a suggestion, one that Ito disagreed with, and then the bickering ensued.

Sakura had already tuned the pair out as she’s gotten used to it by now. Besides she had her own internal debate to deal with right now. When she had first been given the topic for this gallery, there was an instant idea that popped into her head. Who did she really find inspiration? Who did she see as her hero? That was obviously her brother. People might think that it was cute for her to think of her twin brother as her hero and looked up(more like down) to him and his passions. Though after their fight, after her own realization, she found herself seeing that her constant need to have him a part of every aspect of her life and vice versa was not too healthy.

It left quite a bit of a bitter taste in her mouth, if she were to be honest. She was obviously going to keep this topic for her entry into the gallery. It was too late for her to change it. Though it wasn’t like she really wanted to. Even if they had this fight, it didn't mean she didn't value him any less.

If anything, she was using this moment as a stepping stone, at least in her eyes. One of the last odes to her brother before she finally goes all in on finding who she is as a person. A dedication to him, going to the Tokyo practice camp as her one last volleyball adventure for them both also being a part of that. Perhaps she should have said that she wasn’t going to go. Just like the last training camp, she didn’t really think that there was a need for her to be there. Getting a few photos would be nice, but she didn’t have to be there the entire time.

That was something she usually wondered about. Why Ukai and Takeda let her tag along for so long. It wasn’t like she was a manager or anything. She didn’t provide all too much, in her eyes, to the team besides helping Yachi and Kiyoko with some managerial stuff. Perhaps she made some comments about the guys and how they played, but nothing more. Maybe they had her there because she was a good way to reign in her brother and Kageyama sometimes. Whatever the reason is, she didn’t really care. She got the opportunity to be with her brother, and she was grateful for that. Though she certainly wouldn’t be asking to go along after this one. Doubt she’d really be missed, she might miss getting to see Kiyoko and the others she tolerated most days, but it would have to happen. The real question was whether she would miss it herself.

Just as Sakura was going to continue over-thinking things about her and her brother, it seemed like the bickering that had been happening in the background had suddenly become nonexistent. Looming over the once arguing pair, the angelic Mori was giving them a closed-eyed smile. Quite a menacing aura surrounding her and stealing the breath from the others in the room.

“I think that the layout would look better with Yokoyama placed here, Ito, Shimada, Wada, Hinata and myself.” She gave them all an angelic smile that had an edge to it. Despite giving them a pleasant expression, they all knew that she was daring any of them to speak up again. A silent threat that no one wanted to see her make a promise. It caused them all to shiver, even Sakura who never really gets scared by anything.

Shimada clapped her hands loudly, causing the others to jump, “well, with that settled, we should get these to the art club too. Wada take these to them, please.”

The boy pouted, “Oh, why me?” Though he did just take the papers from her without saying anything else.

“Because you annoyed me the most, now let’s go!” Wada, sulking just a little bit, but doing as he was told. As he left, Ito stuck her tongue out at him, just being as childish as possible. Shimada then spun to scold her, “Ito! Stop antagonizing him! Now you and Yokoyama make sure that the displays are all set.”

Yokoyama stood up and saluted, “yes, ma’am.” So they grabbed Ito and started to drag her away to do as they were told. All the while, the mousy second-year was complaining about Wada as they went. Though after the two start going, it’s normal for Ito to start whining about him.

So that left Shimada, Mori and Sakura in the club room. With most of the preparations more or less done, besides some odds and ends that have to be taken care of, things were going smoothly as usual. That meant that the president and vice-president could relax. So while the others were tying up those loose ends, Shimada took this as an opportunity to slide over to Sakura.

“So are you excited?” She asked the younger girl, “Last time you were obviously quite anxious about it, so you must have gotten over your nerves this time!”

Sakura pursed her lips, “That’s not entirely how it works. But I am less nervous this time.” The initial fear of showing others her work was more or less overcome last time. She had grown confident enough in herself and her photography to be in the gallery. So it certainly wasn’t like she was going to be nervous about it this time.

“Great!” Shimada smiled, nearly jumping for joy. Obviously, she was happy for her underclassmen and her getting over her nerves. The last thing that she would want is for Sakura to end up as nervous as she was last time. “You’ll definitely enjoy this one more, I think.”

She shrugged her shoulders, “maybe.” Though she knew that Shimada was right. However, she wouldn’t want to admit that Shimada was right to her face, that would just cause the older girl’s ego to grow bigger. Sakura definitely doesn't need that, in her opinion.

Shimada nodded her head, content with her underclassmen’s lack of nerves over this. “I’m gonna finish up anything and make sure the set up is the right way.” With a short pat on Sakura’s head, Shimada skipped out of the room to supervise anything that she could find to keep herself occupied.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Mori’s angelic voice asked, now that it was just her and Sakura in the room. She sat down on the chair in front of Sakura with a slightly apprehensive, yet encouraging, expression on her porcelain face. “I know that your subject is probably going to be a bit… awkward to talk about.”

Sakura thought for a moment, really trying to think about this. Yes, the subject of her photos, her hero, really was going to be awkward to talk about. Even more so if he did actually show up to the gallery. It certainly was a thought that had crossed her mind. More like it hadn’t really left her mind all too much. She cleared her throat, “I’m more than happy with who I chose as my hero. It's not like I could lie to myself about who I have viewed as my hero for basically my entire life, you know.” She drummed her fingers on the table in front of her. “My hero has always been my brother. He’s resilient and stubborn, determined and certainly never one to back down from a challenge. He’s also quite an idiot, but he has his moments.”

Mori gave her a sweet smile, “having a brother you admire is adorable, you know.” There are times that Mori wished that she had siblings. Younger or older, brother or sister, it didn’t matter to her. Though she then hears some stories about her friends and their siblings that makes her glad to not have one. Still doesn’t stop her from thinking about what it would be like.

She supposed that she could see her closest friends as siblings. Shimada was very much a sister to her, since they had joined the photography club in their first-year. The others who have come and gone in their little club held a place in her heart. She values her friends as much as she would family. Sakura certainly was a part of that sentiment too, even if they weren’t that close with each other. Mori was more than aware that Sakura liked to keep to herself, only opening up every once in a while. Shimada had really taken the younger girl under her wing, and Sakura really confided in her the most. So attempting to have a bit of a heart-to-heart with her, Mori figured that it was going to be a bit more difficult than with others. Though it was going pretty well for the time being.

Sakura blushed at her words, “Well, it’s not like he’s actually going to come to see it.”

There was a bitter undertone to her words. One that she wasn’t sure if she wanted to admit to. Either way she could still taste how sour her mood and words were. It definitely wasn’t pleasant. She did want her brother to be there for her, to support her in the same way that she has supported him. He has encouraged her and been to the first gallery, but who knew if he was going to be at this one. They hadn’t been talking to each other, at least the way that they usually have. So there was no telling if he would come to this. Sakura really hoped he did, even if she was still a bit annoyed with him.

Mori nodded her head, “Still, whether he’s there or not, you’re going to do amazing. He should be proud of you regardless.”

It wasn’t necessarily about if Sakura thought her brother was going to be proud of her or not. She is more than assured in the idea that no matter what argument or disagreement that the two could be in they would never stop supporting each other. No matter what he might say to her, or vice-versa, they would help each other achieve their goal. This misunderstanding wasn’t going to stop them from being family. They really just needed a moment. Though that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less.

So this was that moment, a stepping-stone for both of the teens to skip their way onto a new chapter of their lives. A time where they could develop themselves in the right way as individuals. It could be hard right now, however, it certainly would have some happy outcomes at some point.

Sakura let out a heavy sigh, “I just figured… This is a point that we can move onto a new point in our life. After this and the Tokyo camp, I think it’s best that Shōyō and I… do our own things. Actually, do our own things.”

“A good step forward.” Mori cheered her on. While she didn’t completely know how Sakura was feeling about this or her brother, she really hoped that this was a good thing for the both of them. The last thing that they would need is for something like this to just hurt them further. Mori didn’t want to see her good friend hurt or worse because of the relationship with her brother deteriorating further.

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Tsukishima shouldn’t be here. Really he shouldn’t. Whatever had possessed him to walk towards the commotion by the art club, was completely unknown to him. He already knew what was going on there, since he had been here for the last gallery that they had. Though that time he didn’t really have a choice. The entire team had wanted to go, and Yamaguchi had asked him to come with. Of course, he went.

Perhaps that was due to his own curiosity. He had wanted to see what Sakura had done, and how he could bully her for it. Then again, his mind flashed to the last gallery when he tried to do the same thing.

He wasn’t exactly expecting her to stand up for herself. It kind of annoyed him. He couldn’t really get too much of a good gauge on what she was about. Yes, he knew that she was protective of her brother, that she would stand up for him no matter what. However, after having her stare him down and tell him that she was confident in herself and her work definitely threw a wrench in his mind. He thought that she would be an easy target, much like her brother, and he hates that she’s quite the enigma.

So maybe it was his curiosity gnawing at him again, or some sadistic part of his mind that wanted to try and bully her again. Still there was a smarter part of his mind yelling that it really wasn’t going to work. So why the hell was he peaking at the exhibits that people were gushing about?

As usual, there weren’t all too many people at the gallery, but that didn’t mean any of the students were less than excited. Art students were explaining their work to others, enthusiastic to show off their work. Just about everyone was more than happy to explain their work and process to anyone who was willing to listen. The only one who seemed to be not as enthusiastic was Sakura.

He watched as she talked a bit to an eccentric third-year next to her. If he remembered correctly, that was Shimada-senpai, the president of the photography club. He doesn’t know much about the older girl, never really caring to know about anyone in this club. Then again, he could care less to know about anyone else that he didn’t deem necessary. Hell, if he didn’t have to know most of his team, he knows his life would be easier.

He did his best to spy into the room and see her work. Not wanting to be seen by her and questioned why he was there, he needed to make sure that she wouldn't see him. The last thing he needs is her smug face looking up at him because he was caught.

He rolled his eyes when he saw the few shots that she was displaying. Her brother. Of course they were of him. Who else would they be about? Apparently there was something about Heroes for this gallery's theme. Not that he was really paying too much attention. Though it didn't surprise him that it was her brother that she used for her hero. Everything in her life was about him, so why would this be any different?

“Why don’t you go in?”

Tsukishima jumped a bit at the sudden voice next to him. He certainly wouldn’t admit it but it nearly gave him a heart attack. Perhaps he was too stuck in his own head to realize anyone could walk up on him. He turned to see that it was Yamaguchi.

The green-haired boy smiled at him and asked again, “Do you want to go in?”

Tsukishima grunted and turned away from his friend, “No.” He could see Yamaguchi’s expression and didn't like it all too much. It seemed like he was going to tease him about something, and it bothered him.

“I'm sure Sakura would be glad to see people she knows coming to see her work!”

Tsukishima scoffed, “I'm not here to see whatever she's done.”

Yamaguchi blinked, a tad bit confused, “so why are you standing out here like a creep?”

“I'm not being a creep!”

“So you’re just watching Sakura from afar for…?” He raised an eyebrow, proving his point that Tsukishima was being a bit creepy.

“She’s annoying,” Tsukishima clicked his tongue.

His friend gave him a look, one that frustrated Tsukishima. Yamaguchi pursed his lips, “That isn’t an answer.”

He huffed harshly trying to say the right thing. “I don’t get how she’s able to annoy me so much. Her idiotic brother is easy to read… But I can’t understand her.” Even after being around her for a few months, he still hasn't come up with exactly how she worked. She got into

Yamaguchi tilted his head, “So you came here to understand her?”

Had he come here because of that? Then again what was he going to understand from her by watching her from outside? “It just felt strange that she wasn’t at the practices.”

His friend’s eyes widened, “Have you been missing her?”

Tsukishima glared at him though he didn’t say anything. No. He wasn’t missing her. What was there to miss?! Though if he did go in, she would undoubtedly pester him about him showing up. Tsukishima didn’t want to have to explain himself since he wasn’t even sure why he was there. Sakura got under his skin in a way that no one else has. Tsukishima sees most people as idiots, especially the likes on his team. However, Sakura wasn’t really an idiot. He could admit that she was smart, perhaps as smart as him, though he couldn’t pinpoint why she was just… different.

“Well,” Yamaguchi said, breaking Tsukishima from his thoughts, “I’m going to go and say hi to her. If you want to keep admiring her from afar, you can.”

Tsukishima jumped at the implication, “Yamaguchi.”

“Sorry, Tsukki.” Though with the tone of voice and teasing smile on his lips, Yamaguchi didn’t seem to actually be apologizing. He seemed to be happy in this moment to tease his friend, which he rarely ever gets to do. Though he knows just how funny Tsukishima can get sometimes about Sakura. There was an inkling that Yamaguchi had a feeling as to why. Though he was going to leave it alone for the time being, since he isn’t even sure.

Tsukishima was then left to stew with his own thoughts. He watched as Yamaguchi walked up to Sakura, and the two shared some smiles as they talked about the gallery. The way that Sakura’s face brightened at the sight of her friend didn’t sit right in Tsukishima’s head, and he wasn’t sure why.

Perhaps he was envious. Sakura had a great relationship with her brother, if not a bit too good. Was that something he wanted? Was that why his chest was tight when he thought about her smirk and narrowed eyes? Not that he should care. He gritted his teeth before marching off. Tsuikishima didn't need to worry about this. It would just annoy him further. Though it wasn't like she left his mind right away. She lingered behind in his mind and he hated that. She really was annoying him.

While on the court, Tsukishima knew that he couldn’t compare himself to Shōyō. That little ball of sunshine was the star of the court, while Tsukishima was just a stand in until Shōyō was needed again. However, when he found out about Sakura, he had thought that he could say that he was better than her. She wasn’t athletic, so he could say that he had that over her. Academic-wise, they were more or less on the same level. However, after at least figuring out that she was insecure about her photography, he felt gratification to know he could bully her for it. Maybe it was wrong of him, he only ever really did it to take his frustrations about her brother out on her. Though he didn’t care. Why would he? Though after time has passed and he’s had a moment of time without her snarky remarks in the gym… he missed it. And he couldn’t put his finger on why…

Elsewhere, also doing his best to go unnoticed, a certain decoy was hiding amongst the small crowd in the gallery. He thanked his height at this moment as he was able to keep himself from being spotted by his sister. He had wanted to come here to see what she did since she had been excited the last time they properly talked.

Shōyō knew the theme of the gallery. How serious Sakura took these topics to heart and how important they were. He wasn't going to miss out on it, even if they weren't exactly on talking terms. He is always excited to see her happy about her work, so why would he miss out on this? Though it certainly warmed his heart, yet struck his chest with a wave of guilt, as he saw the photos that she had taken of him.

He knew that Sakura looked up to him. As she should, in his mind. He’s the big brother, so he wants to be a hero for both of his sisters. To make sure that they are safe and happy was one of his greatest goals in life. Of course, he had his personal journey to become the next Little Giant, however, his family also came first.

Their argument was taking a toll on him. Shōyō had been reflecting on their childhood most of the time. Wrapping his head around what Sakura had said about wanting to be her own person seemed to be a bit more difficult than he thought. Their whole life, he thought that Sakura was happy. He thought that she was content with how they were never really apart. How bad of a brother is he to not have seen that?

Though after this, he was going to try. He wanted to try to completely understand what Sakura was feeling, how he could help her, and what they would do going forward. Sure, he doesn’t really see her issue all too much, but he wants to. Shōyō wants to listen to her and see where things went wrong. Maybe then she wouldn’t want to abandon him. So with the last fleeting look at his sister as she talked happily with Yamaguchi, Shōyō headed to find his bike. He had to head home to get ready for their trip for the camp. After tomorrow, he definitely was going to do what he could to make sure that Sakura really was okay.

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A/n: Ngl the chapter feels disjointed. I had something, then rewrote it entirely because it just felt wrong, and then I tried again but I wrote some of it a different times. So this chapter isn't that good. Has to be one of my worst lmao Either way next chapter is finally the Tokyo camp arc!! WOOO! Really my favorite arcs from the anime! I'm so excited! Let me know what you thought. Until the next chapter, my friends!

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