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heich0e · 4 days
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"are you like... into that?"
you tear your eyes away from the screen a few seconds after rintarou says it, too rapt by what's unfolding in the movie scene to look away too soon.
"what do you mean?" you ask, glancing over to the other end of the sofa where he's seated. he's slumped down in the corner of the sofa, nestled right into the valley between the cushions where he always sits—which has resulted in a permanent sort of vaguely rintarou-shaped indentation that you hide using throw pillows when company comes over.
he's watching you very intently from his side of the sofa, too intently almost. you'd thought you'd felt his eyes on you while you were watching the movie, but you aren't exactly sure how long he's been staring, and now it leaves you wondering what exactly he's up to.
rintarou nods towards the television on the other side of the room, you look back at the screen once more and see the male lead still at the centre of the scene. he'd just gotten into a fight—shirtless, glistening with perspiration, and a strangely erotic trickle of blood trailing down his philtrum. you swallow a little as you become engrossed in the movie again, forgetting momentarily that you were ever asked a question at all.
"so?"
your eyes snap back to rintarou—who's still focused only on you, but with a slightly more disapproving look this time.
"what?" you ask him, a bit huffily. you're still not even sure what he'd been asking you in the first place.
"you've been ogling that guy since he got the shit kicked out of him," rintarou says pointedly, lifting a hand and gesturing towards the television. "you into that or something?"
there's something kind of accusatory in his tone.
"wha—hu—no," you stumble over your words in your haste to defend yourself. "i've told you i'm not into hardcore stuff. and that would constitute like... doctorate level BDSM."
rintarou's lips purse slightly. "do you think that guy's hot?"
"i mean... yeah," you answer after contemplating it for a moment. "i didn't really think so before but he's kinda sexy in this scene."
"he just got the shit kicked out of him," the boy at the other end of the sofa responds flatly.
"so you've pointed out," you answer. you turn back to the screen, watching as the battered male lead winds a roll of bandages around his ribs, then drags his knuckles roughly across his lips to clear away some of the blood that clings to them. your tongue peeks out to moisten your own unconsciously. "don't you think there's something kind of hot about a guy with a bit of blood on him?"
"is this a trick question?"
you look back at rintarou again, and find him still fixated on you rather than the film. he's pouting a bit, and it kind of makes you want to laugh. instead, you push yourself up from your own little nest at the opposite end of the sofa, crawling down towards him.
"rintarou, are you jealous because i called the bloody guy sexy?" you ask him as you pause at his side, resting back on your haunches.
he nibbles on the inside of his cheek—a habit he's had as long as you've known him—and for the first time in possibly the entire 54 minutes this movie has been playing, he averts his eyes from you.
"...no."
you do laugh then, swinging one leg over his lap to perch yourself atop him.
"you're being silly," you say to him as you balance yourself with your hands on his shoulders. his own come slithering up to settle at your waist, and his grip is a little tighter than you expect. he's still sulking though, refusing to look at you.
there's a loud crash in the film playing on the screen behind you, but you don't turn to look at it—you doubt that would help the situation at hand very much.
"rin," you coax him, making your voice as sweet as possible.
he doesn't look at you, but he does seem to bite the inside of his cheek a little harder now.
you dip down close to him, your mouth hovering over his and your eyes level. "rin-ta-rou."
he finally looks at you, his lips parting in surprise at your sudden nearness. you're so close that your mouths brush slightly thanks to that subtle movement, and he leans into the warmth of your lips to kiss you properly after getting such a small taste of it.
rintarou pulls away after one long, deep kiss, slouching back into the sofa again—but this time pulling you down with him into his little him-shaped indentation—holding you tightly to his chest as he gets you both comfortable. you let him maneuver you however he wants to, placating him with your docility to make him feel better, and keeping any comment about his jealousy to yourself—at least for now.
the two of you eventually find a comfortable way to rest, entwined together on his end of the sofa but both with a clear view to the screen to resume your spectating of the movie.
"what's so hot about a guy with a nosebleed anyway? i used to get them all the time when i was a kid," rintarou mumbles bitterly after a few moments, and you feel the words reverberate through his chest as you rest with your head upon it.
you laugh lightly, and your boyfriend's arms tighten around your waist.
he pipes up again after a few moments more pass in the film.
"you don't want me to start fighting or anything, do you?" he asks you skeptically.
you've effectively lost track of the movie's plot now, but you don't really care that much.
"no, rintarou, i don't want you to start fighting," you reply, patting his chest reassuringly. "you'd get your ass kicked anyway."
"well, apparently you're into that," he mutters.
"will you be quiet and just watch the movie, nosebleed boy?"
(a week later, rintarou sends you a photo from practice—having gracefully taken one of motoya's receives to the face—with an angry red welt on his cheek, blood dripping from his nose, and an obnoxious smirk on his lips. unfortunately, you are kinda into that.)
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bonniepop · 1 month
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character: miya atsumu words: 1,800+ tags: the comedy that comes with killing bugs. literally that’s it. notes: i wrote this two years ago and it's still fucking funny. re-wrote it to make it fractionally funnier.
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“YO!” atsumu cries, flashing you a panicked glare from over his shoulder. “don’t push me!”
“then move faster!” you snap, pressing yourself close to your boyfriend’s back as he creeps around your apartment in search of the cursed cockroach that you’d spotted on the wall earlier that night. after locking yourself in your room, you made a panicked phone call to atsumu and he came over (after a few minutes of sighing and grumbling).
immediately, you'd pressed a slipper in his hand and nearly kicked him into your living room to deal with the problem. atsumu had grumbled about how much of a little bitch you were being, but when he saw something flash through the air, he nearly steamrolled you in his effort to run away.
you'd wanted to call him a little bitch, too, but you were too focused on the fact that the cockroach was still on the loose to quip.
“i think—AGH! ATSUMU!” you yell, jumping and shaking out your leg when you felt something brush your ankle. frantically, you look at the floor around you, and whimper when there was no bug to be found.
“WHAT?!” atsumu shrieks in a rather high pitch, nearly whacking you in the head with his slipper. "WHAT?!"
“no, sorry, i think it was the edge of the curtain,” you sniff, pushing his arm with the slipper away. "or i think it was just my hair. it was nothing." your relief fades to irritation. "also, if you so much as touch my face with this thing i will make you eat this goddamn slipper.”
atsumu's jaw goes slack. “what the fuck, you asked me to come over and help you—”
“do you know how expensive the skincare i have on my face is?!” you demand, glaring. “there’s no way in hell—”
“wh—you’re so ungrateful!” he cries, just like a little bitch would, throwing his hands up in the air. “i woke up at five a.m., had a terrible day at training, and when i finally relax at home, you ask me to come over to kill a cockroach—”
you gape. “you said you wouldn't take that against me!” 
“yeah, before i found out that you're literally just being a little bitch about a bug!” atsumu declares, wildly gesticulating. in his haste, though, he lets go of the slipper and it lands near your armchair. something dark darts up from the ground and flies across the room.
you both shriek (one of you hit a higher pitch, you can't tell who), and run back out into the hallway.
“atsumu,” you shudder, wriggling around as if trying to shake off something invisible. “oh my god, oh my god—”
he panicks, rubbing his arms in nervousness. “fuck, that thing is huge!"
you jump around in anxiety. “oh my god. oh my god, atsumu, get back in there and kill it—”
“what?! like hell i will!” he grabs his other slipper from his foot—he’d been walking around in just one slipper the whole time—and frantically pushes it towards you. “you kill it!”
“wh—” your jaw drops, whacking his hand away. “you little bitch!”
his face looks absolutely offended. “you’re just as little of a bitch as me—”
“what are the point of your muscles if you can’t kill this one bug—”
he’s so mad he flexes his biceps in your face and points at them, slipper flopping around in his fist. “these are for winning v.league championships, not killing a god damn cockroach!”
something black crawls along the wall behind him, and you try not to panic as you grab his hand and turn him around to serve as a human shield. “atsumu, oh my god, atsumu, it’s behind you, kill it, killitkillit—”
he yells and hurls his slipper at the wall, running into the living room. he greatly misses, and the thing is now crawling to your ceiling. in a frantic hurry, you run to your room on the other end of the hallway.
you slam the door and try and hear your racing heart in your ears. there’s a cockroach on the loose in your apartment, and you are trapped in your bedroom.
your boyfriend is out there, but better him than you, really.
your bedside buzzes, and you find your phone screen brightening, device still plugged into the wall.
atsumu 💘: WHAT THE FUCK atsumu 💘: WHY DID U LEAV EME you: I PANICKED I DIND TKNOW WHAT TO DO atsumu 💘: WHERE IS IT you: I DONT KNOW you: HALLWAY??
silence, then a yell, followed by quick, heavy footsteps that get louder and louder. he nearly breaks down your door as he pounds it, so you run from your bedside to let him in. he pushes himself in and locks the door behind him with a swift slam!
“YOU LEFT ME!" he recaps, looking absolutely betrayed.
"i'm sorry, i panicked!" you reasoned. "is it still out there? were you able to get back your shoes?”
“yes, it's still fucking out there,” he snaps, clambering to your dresser. “pack a bag. you’re coming with me.”
“what?" you ask, watching him in confusion, "where?”
“you're moving out,” he says with finality, yanking a backpack from the back of your closet and yanking your sock drawer open. “you're moving out, you're gonna live with me from now on, we're gonna put this place back on the market—"
your jaw drops. “atsumu, it’s one cockroach!”
“if it’s just one cockroach, then you go kill it!” he cries, pointing at you, and that shuts you up.
this is pathetic. you’re thousands of times bigger than that bug and you’re practically let it take over the apartment you pay rent for.
“oh my god, baby, i just remembered,” you say, and he looks back at you. “i have bug spray in the cabinet under the bathroom.”
the blond freezes, your open bag in his hands, stuffed with a dozen pairs of socks. after a beat, he throws it to the floor. “are you serious?! you made me face that thing unarmed when you had bug spray this whole time?!”
“i don’t have time to argue with you,” you snap, opening the door and taking a tentative peek into the hallway. “come on, let’s go get rid of it.”
“i’m gonna—” he grunts. he takes a calming breath before bending over to pick up the bag, and re-stuffing your socks back into your drawer. “fine. fine. let’s go kill the damn thing.”
some time later, you finally, finally, manage to kill the cockroach, thanks to around half a can of bug spray haphazardly sprayed that it stunk up the whole room (you) and a lot of screaming (atsumu). the screaming probably didn’t help, but it happened.
atsumu puts on the mask you handed him before he steps into the living room. “i found my slipper. it was next to the door.”
“your other one’s here,” you say from behind your own mask, pointing to the armchair. you open your windows and curtains, airing out the room. “where’d you throw the roach?”
“your kitchen trash bin,” he answers, shaking out his damp hands. “also, i kinda used a lot of soap to wash up, so your sink is bubbly.”
“it’s fine,” you say with an exhausted sigh. that whole exchange tired you out. “i’ll wash it down.”
“okay.” he sniffs. “do you need anything else?”
“i’m good,” you answer, dusting your hands when you tie off the last curtain. you fan your hands in the air in wide, weeping motions. “god, bug spray stinks.”
“you sure you don't wanna spend the night at my place?" he says, fanning the air, too. “it’ll at least smell better.”
“are you sure you’re not inviting me over just so i can clean something up?” wouldn’t be the first time.
"first of all, okay? you made me come here. you owe me. second of all, i take offense to you suggesting that i could be that big of an asshole.” when he sees the blank look on your face, he backtracks. “no, i swear it’s clean. and it smells better than this. samu left for the weekend, too, so it’ll just be you and me.”
“where’d he go?”
“some restaurant owner seminar.”
time to ask the important questions. “did he leave any food?”
“it's samu, so yes. but we can pass by a drive through, in case there isn’t any.” he pads over and wraps a gentle hand around your wrist. “come on, please?”
you let him gently pull you into a loose embrace and say nothing.
“besides, this place’ll smell better when you come back in the morning,” he continues to barter.
you purse your lips.
“you didn’t even thank me for coming to your rescue,” he pouts.
you roll your eyes. "okay, now you're—” you stop mid-sentence when you see something crawl at the corner of your eye. “oh my god. oh my god, atsumu, don’t move.”
“what?” atsumu says, alarmed, his torso stiffening against yours. “what? what is it? what happened?”
you turn your head and find that another cockroach crawling into your living room through the gap in the window.
five minutes later finds you in the passenger seat of atsumu’s car, with nothing but your keys, your phone, and a can of bug spray, as he drives you to his apartment with one slipper on.
(he forgot the other one.)
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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elaborate more i beg
yes i am happy to help
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the first time it happens, osamu thinks it’s a fluke.
you’d stayed at his apartment over the weekend, made a mess of his sheets with the amount of times he’d mounted you when he had a moment. being the sweet little thing that you are, you’d taken it upon yourself to throw said sheets into the laundry— humming a sweet song as you go.
his dick, in that moment, is as hard as it’s ever been— stiff in his pants leg as he watches you fiddle with laundry detergents and disinfectants, to find a product that doesn’t irritate his nose. it’s a fluke….it’s not gonna happen again, his dick growing sticky and throbbing with need from just from the sight of you being domestic.
but it happens again, when you leave him breakfast and a note leaving for work before osamu. he feels it, the familiar trickle of heat between his legs as his cock throbs against his leg, lust pulsing through the fat blue veins that decorate his shaft oh so pretty. poor osamu, taking a cold shower before opening shift of onigiri miya doesn’t do the trick— his imagination running wild thinking of you in his shirt, fluttering around his kitchen to make something for your chef boyfriend. you’re so cute, wanting to impress him.
on the drive to work, he can’t help but think about how you’d look even cuter, thighs and ass spread with samu’s mouth on you, spit sloppy on your sweet pussy… his thoughts run way too wild for an early Tuesday morning, and it’s not long before osamu’s pulling into the parking lot, chubby cock in hand— heavy and wet as he slowly starts to palm himself, your name on his lips and precum on his fingers.
“fuckin’ hell baby,” he purrs from deep within his broad chest, the sound echoing through his car along with the wet slap of his fist meeting his thigh, fingers curled around his shaft. osamu digs a thumb into the seedy tip of his cockhead, circling it as his head rolls back, grey-ish and brownish locks matted to his forehead by the beads of sweat rolling down it. “y’just want me t’knock you up, hah? keep ya home all the fuckin’ time, filled up with my cum…”
though osamu mostly mumbles ( moans ) the dirty words to himself, the image of your cunt dripping with his seed tangled with the idea of you you folded over his drier or his counter, mewling out for more of his fat cock. he can’t help but jerk it off to the rhythm that he’d pound you with, his skin sticking to his leather seats, precum staining them too.
“holy fuckin’ shit…!” osamu grunts, not caring who might be pulling up into work, who might be around— his brain foggy with how sweet and domestic you are, how much he wants to fuck you while he cums in hot spurts, white sin tainting his knuckles. “that’s it…fuckin’ fuck…”
he barely hesitated through his post orgasmic haze, snapping a picture of his reddened half hard and cum covered cock to send to you. osamu grins when your reply rolls through, chuckling to himself lovingly.
‘i take it you enjoyed breakfast then, ‘samu <3’
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justmywriting1313 · 2 years
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Taken for Granted (MSBY + Iwa x Reader)
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Summary: You were their angel in disguise and they did a great job of destroying that too (starts fluffy and ends angsty. comfort in part 2 if requested)
Pairing: MSBY 4 + Meian and Iwa x reader  (a little bit Kageyama and ushijima x reader)
Trigger warnings: Harsh words from the boys! (except shouyo)
MINI UPDATE: I made a tag for this (taken for granted) and if an ask post comes under it its cause I have an update in that or I’m asking for an opinion so yeah just help me out when you see me asking for an opinion on what you guys want let me know!!! OKie enjoyyyy
Mini Update 2: TAGLIST is now closed...cause well there are 60 0f you and one of me and the one of me is overwhelmed and has not eaten in two days T_T
ALSO FYI: I get one more rude message or ask about when I'm going to write Part 2 or why I haven't written it yet and I swear to god I wont write it. I write these things and share them cause they bring me comfort and I would like to think they bring some of you comfort as well but I also have a life outside of this app/ website believe it or not and that life takes precedence so please
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The MSBY jackals team was chaotic... unbelievably talented and chaotic. 
It was a known fact not just through the team and their close friends but through the volleyball community as a whole.
On the court they were unstoppable. A force to be reckoned with. Each player shining in his own way with a trainer who always made sure the boys were at their best but off the court they were all man babies who had never grown up in some area or the other.
You had Atsumu who really was just a whiny-5-year-old-golden-retriever-boy who would give his love to anyone who fed him. More than once Meian or Sakusa have had to pull him away from strangers. Yes he had grown up since his Inarizaki days but not that much. He treated emotional maturity more like choice based on what the situation called for.
Then came big boy Bokuto whose mood swings and depressed moods required a gentle and sensitive touch along with a never ending patience. Though having improved from his high school days Bo liked to be babied and when he didn’t get the attention he wanted he became oh so sulkier. 
Hinata though an absolute ray of sunshine seemed to dance his way into troublesome situations that somehow never had anything to do with him. He needed stern reminders to take breaks and when you put him together with ‘tsumu and bo... well lets just say they were the trifecta for trouble. 
Sakusa you would think is the balance in the group. Mature, calm and collected and having significantly improved his social skills would be a PR dream but NOPE. He was still stubborn and absolutely detested being roped into the shenanigans of the above mentioned boys yet somehow was always at the centre of it all. He always had a long list of demands and was a control freak beyond belief. He like Bo liked his attention but refused to ask for it which made him all the more difficult.  
Together they put Meain (the tired-too-old-for-this-dad) and Iwaizumi the short tempered mom through the ringer. Finding a manager at this point felt like trying to find a nanny for children who could not be tamed. They had gone through more managers than there were players. Imagine the sigh of relief that the whole Volleyball community takes when finally you enter. 
At first glance it seemed like meat being thrown to the wolves. You seemed so delicate with a soft smile and only spoke in gentle tones. You refused to wear sports gear to the boiling hot gym and court. When asked about it you would shrug and say just because the boys were sweaty doesn't mean you needed to be. Much more comfortable in your flowy wide legged pants and knotted shirts. You were the image of soft. Meain and Iwa, both took one look at you and passed you off as another forgotten name manager who wouldn’t have a backbone... 
So imagine their surprise when one stern and strongly worded scolding from you finally got Atsumu to stop running off at games for food or to flirt with the next cute person he saw. He still bickered with the others but finally learnt to stop when he was pushing it too far. 
“‘Tsumu you walk away more than once from the team today and I will be throwing away the onigiri I had Samu specially make for you so you would have a snack for after the game AND I will make sure to schedule you for drills and cardio at night which I know you hate!”
They could only watch open mouthed as one hug and gentle smile or tender look form you had Bokuto coming out of his emo moods and bounding over to show everyone why he was the best. You didn’t even have to say anything for Bokuto to know exactly what you were telling him which always made him jump back up... Magic!
“Bo Its one practice match... you know that right? mistakes are made and thats okay! Its not all on you and what matter more is that you played your best... all you can do is learn from today okay?”
Hinata finally was no longer found in stare off’s and confrontations with people he did not know, you would twirl your way in and with an enduring smile and soft spoken words would diffuse the situation and bring their tangerine back to them. 
“Hi there gentlemen! I don’t know what the problem is but I can assure you that Hinata san had no part in it since he was with me the whole time... Aaah yes I am the manager and thank you so much for understanding. If you don’t mind I’ll be taking him with me! We have a match to prepare for!!”
Most impressive of all was how you had Sakusa’s needs down to a T. No longer did he have conflicting schedules that meant he refused to train that day or had to wait till the evening for the clean up crew to finish. He was always the first one in and out. Every habit was indulged from making all the boys clean up and sanitise after themselves to wearing gloves whenever you had to hand something to him. His stuff was kept separately from the others and sanitised more regularly and best of all you always place him in between Bokuto and Atsumu for interviews so they could carry the conversation.
“Hi Sakusa-san, I hope you had a restful weekend!! Here some sanitiser and don’t worry I stayed and Sanitised all the volleyballs so you're all good to go!”
Meian no longer needed to wrangle them together for the events and make sure they had cleaned up properly. He was now a semi-tired-middle-aged dad who had a little more calm in his life. Since your arrival Iwa no longer had to check his blood pressure everyday and ended his day with a smile. 
You were their angel in disguise...
But that also meant you were sometimes their figurative punching bag. 
After being the longest standing manager of almost 1 year the boys had gotten comfortable to the routines you had created and definitely started taking it for granted... You had taken all of it on the chin though. Every harsh word thrown in a fit of anger and harsh pettiness was taken and presumably wiped away. Atleast that’s how you liked to act and pretend to everyone including yourself though it eventually caught up with you... And the only person to notice was a certain human tangerine,
The day ‘Tsumu wandered off and you were too busy making sure they all had all their pre game rituals to bring him back and he almost missed the line up. 
“What the hell Y/N?? why didn’t ya come and get me?? I almost missed tha line up cause of ya... buck up and do yer job like whats wrong with yer?”  
The image of a red and angry faced ‘tsumu who yelled in your face and then shoved past you was something you kept telling yourself you put aside but one week later, though you greeted him with a smile you never let yourself be alone with him for too long. Atsumu had felt bad but since you had just smiled at him when he said a poor excuse of an apology he thought it was fine. Hinata watched with a frown when you came into work red eyed and kept your distance from your favourite faux blonde who whined for attention. 
The day Bokuto missed a spike that could have set the match in their favour and no kind words or soft smiles from you could do anything. You had followed him to a quiet and isolated corner to talk but you didn't get to say much, 
“And what would you know about working hard huh Y/N?? All you do is stand around, fill water bottles and try to talk about ambition and working hard as if you know anything about it... You have never loved something so much that you would do anything to be the best... You are just some lowly replaceable manager and You know nothing.. Nothing about us or the match so just shut up...” 
The following night the image of what was supposed to be your sweet Bo with a look of anger and hate painted across his face kept you up trying your best to quell the surge of insecurity, hurt and fragility you felt. You told yourself it was okay but you no longer hugged him as tightly as you used to. Bo had arrived to work the next day with the most pitiable expression but he thought it was fine when you said okay with pursed lips. Hinata definitely frowned as he watched you avoid Bo and his larger than life hugs patting his arm and pulling away. Bo sulking and pouting the rest of the day
The time you accidentally left the drafting papers for the line up back at the home court when they came for their away game and Meian was at his ropes end, 
“Y/N-san we hired you to be of help not hindrance... if doing something as simple as packing a folder is a difficult task then you are more than resign... this was such simple task... can’t you do anything right?”
You had definitely not cried to yourself that night and were completely fine and confident. Your eyes were not red and when Hinata along with Kageyama and Ushijima who you used to manage before pulled you aside to ask why your face was puffy you lied and said it was because you ate rice the night before. When Meian tried to pull you aside later to say how sorry he was, Hinata watched as you braced yourself as if expecting a fight before waving the captain of.
You didn’t think Iwa would also be the cause of another sleepless night worrying about your abilities but the day you accidentally scheduled some of the MSBY boys on the same day Iwa trained the adlers proved you wrong as he pulled you into a nearby storage room, 
“It was one thing Y/N! One thing I asked of you... I dont put any workload on you letting you off easy with just managing their game time and you messed that up... If you dont plan on working hard then please dont plan on staying too long!”
You had to wear a long sleeved shirt to hide the bruise of Iwa’s hand gripping your upper arm and you could no longer look him in the eyes, his words hanging heavy in the back of your head. At some point he had tried to corner you to apologise but when he saw the way you tensed up at his touch he let you by without saying a word. When Hinata accidentally walked in on you changing, a look of horror painting his face at the sight of your upper arm you lied and said you fell. You knew that Hinata didn’t believe you.
Hinata had had it. He along with Kageyama had coaxed the truth out of you one Saturday evening when they dropped by for a surprise visit and found you curled up and crying. To say they were angry would be putting it lightly. Kageyama was ready to march up the JVA and have you reassigned that second. Already pulling his phone out to call Kuroo but Hinata stopped him. After a promise of getting the boys to apologise in a weeks time or Tobio and Ushijima were stepping in the boys left but of course that’s never how it goes. 
The straw that broke the camels back was Sakusa. He had always been the one you connected the most too. He took into account that no matter how stern you were with the boys you were still delicate and wore your heart on your sleeve so it was ironic how the one you talked to the most would be the one to hurt you the most, 
“What. did. you. just. do?”
“I... Fuck I’m so sorry Kiyo-ku–” 
“Shut up just shut up and stop calling me that annoying name!! What is wrong with you Y/N are you mentally deficient that you couldn’t do something as simple as give me the right waterbottle...” As his volume rose the others started to notice and Hinata watched in horror as Sakusa put the last nail in the coffin... the damage done before he could step in.
“Good lord how dumb can you be Y/N it’s a fucking water bottle and I know I have some needs but this is like basically being able to read... like are you illiterate that reading a name was so hard... You were worried about being good enough well here’s your fucking answer YOU AREN’T.” 
As he became huffier he swung his arms and everything froze when you ducked back and away from him, shoulders tensing up and eyes squeezing shut as you held your breath. Sakusa’s last words ringing in the court and in your head with a level of finality you hadn’t encountered before. Sakusa watched aghast at your reaction. He wan’t going to hit you... good go even the idea made him sick to his stomach. He was just gesturing about not being able to hold all the bubbling anger and fear in but now his anger that had been reaching a fever pitch died down instantly as he watched you brace yourself for a fight, for a hit... from him. Everyone stood still but it was soon disturbed as everything happened at once. 
“Y/n I..” Sakusa didn’t dare take a step towards you but he tried to reach out and was met with more distance as you finally opened your eyes and looked at him before stepping back even further. 
“Please don’t Sakusa-san” You took a shaky inhale in visibly preparing yourself. Tears collecting along your lash line as you chanced a glance at some of the other boys. Bokuto who was making his way towards you stopped dead in his tracks when you took a large step away form him as well. Your eyes drifting over their appalled and horrified expressions before you met Kageyama’s and Ushijima’s behind Hinata’s shoulder. He looked scarier than usual as he stood taller and then the tears fell when you saw them. You suddenly felt so small and vulnerable standing there. Your tears didn't stop as you hunched over trying to use your sleeves to wipe at your eyes. 
“Sweetheart can ai come clo–” Atsumu tried but you violently shook your head. 
“NO... I need to um... I need to go” At your words Ushijima and Kageyama started making their way towards you. 
“Go where?” It was Sakusa’s voice. It was quiet and desolate, but you could still hear the fear in his voice. 
“Away” You couldn’t look at any of them as you met Wakatoshi in the middle. You knew if you looked at them then you would forgive them instantly and right now you didn’t want to. Kageyama was behind Ushi talking to Hinata who didn’t know what to do. Meian and Iwa felt their hearts break when they watched Ushijima softly cup your face turning it from side to side before learning forward to kiss your forehead while he wiped your tears. They couldn’t remember the last time you came to them for comfort in the same way. Your shoulders sagging in relief. 
“Away from us?” and this time it was Bokuto asking a question he knew he didnt want the answer to. You only nodded before being led out by your former team as the 6 boys watched.
WOW THIS WAS SO MUCH ANGSTIER THAN I PLANNED GOOD LORD!!! 
okay obviously want to do a part 2 but what kind of ending are we looking for? 
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MINE.
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❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader
❀ themes/tags: fluff | romance | i was having a brainrot im sorry | timsekip! | established relationship | friends to lovers
ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.
not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!
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you arrived a bit... early.
apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.
"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.
"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.
"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.
you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.
"am i in trouble?" you ask.
"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.
"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.
he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.
"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.
"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.
are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.
the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.
"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."
"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.
"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.
"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.
without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.
he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.
"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.
"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.
"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.
"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.
"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.
"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.
"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.
your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.
"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.
"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.
"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.
knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.
with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.
a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.
a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.
"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.
"MSBY." you simply state.
"who in MSBY?" she asks.
"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.
"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.
"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.
nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"
both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.
he's looking for you.
he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.
your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.
you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.
"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.
Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.
"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.
"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.
"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.
"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.
"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.
"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."
the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.
"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.
"baby, can you cook me dinner?"
"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?
"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"
it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.
he has won.
sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.
"you don't have to do that."
"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"
hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.
as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.
"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.
"let me show you off." he whispers.
"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.
"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."
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#sakuatsu a/b/o | Yakuza Sakusa x Single Parent Atsumu
⚠️ Cw: Mentions of abuse (physical & verbal)
Atsumu is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.
His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way. is an omega and a single parent of a young son, Nao. Fleeing from an abusive partner, he meets Sakusa, a Yakuza kumicho and learns to love.
His ex on the other hand, learns that abusers don't win, in a brutal way.
[Chapter I]
Life is not kind to omegas.
Atsumu learnt this the hard way when he first received his medical report reflecting his second gender: an omega. 
The second, when his boyfriend of two years left him for another chic, a pup growing in his womb. The third, when his current partner started showing his true colours.
Raising his fists, hard, heavy blows pelted down on Atsumu, who curled into a small ball and swallowed every broken cry from leaving his heaving chest.
It hurt.
He didn't want to let his five year old son, Nao, who was hiding in the bedroom, hear him crying and getting hurt. 
A slap to his cheek. A punch. A kick.
It was followed by more painful blows.
Why was it so hard to be happy? Why did he have to live like this? Why did he have to be born as an omega? Of all things, why did his beautiful, precious son, Nao, have to go through this? 
The quietest sob wrecked through Atsumu's beaten body.
Happiness was all, but a far fetched dream.
It didn't exist.
Yet, it was all Atsumu ever wished for. To be happy. To live life normally as an unmated omega with a five year old son. To be loved.
“You're worthless. Get out there and find a job. I need the money to pay the rent. Who let you stay under this roof? Useless omega. I'll hurt the little fucker that came out of you. He isn't even mine."
Atsumu almost laughed. Bitter distaste filled him.
What had happened to the man who'd showered him with affection and sweet, tender words? The man who professed to make him the happiest omega? The man who'd sworn to protect Nao and him?
Right- he'd lost his job, picked up gambling, and turned into a shell of a man.
Atsumu wanted to talk back. To yell. To scream and tell his useless partner to wake up and realize that he was hitting him. Hurting him. Wounding him.
Knowing that he might strike that very same hand and fist, on his son, though, terrified him. It left Atsumu swallowing the words in his mouth. Allowing his bruises to grow, his skin to bleed, and his heart to break.
Watching the frame of someone he'd actually cherished and loved once, walk away, slamming the door to the worn out apartment, Atsumu finally let the cries he had been holding back, to leave his broken body.
It hurt. It hurt so fucking much.
"Papa?" 
Atsumu shot up instantly. Nao- 
Reaching out to cradle his son’s trembling frame in his arms and tuck him close to his chest, Atsumu forced himself to pump as much of his omegan pheromones to stop his kit from being distressed and his milky scent from turning sour.
“H-hurwts?" Nao mumbled quietly, looking crestfallen and teary eyed, "Papa hurwts?"
Atsumu's heart shattered. He reeled in his tears. He had to be strong for his child. 
Shaking his head, he forced a smile onto his face, and ignored the sting from a cut near his lip.
"Baby, listen to papa okay? We need to leave. We're not safe here anymore," Atsumu's voice cracked.
Nao bobbed his head in understanding.  
Reaching a grabby hand to cling on to the hem of the thin cardigan Atsumu wore, he asked, "Papa, happwer if we leave?"
Atsumu smiled woefully, picking his son up and a backpack he'd packed with essentials months ago, when the abuse first started. 
"I don't know, my little cinnamon bun. Maybe. But I'm not gonna let yer get hurt here."
Deep in his heart, Atsumu knew that being safe was miles better than being happy. 
Happiness didn't exist.
Not for omegas. Not for him.
[Chapter II]
Carrying Nao in his arms and the backpack of essentials strapped on his back, Atsumu checked his surroundings cautiously for possible traces of his abusive partner.
The man never left for long, after hitting him.
He always came back crawling on his knees, begging for forgiveness, for lashing out at Atsumu, before another fit of rage consumed him and fists rained down on the omega's body.
It was terrifying. And it was sickening that Nao's name had been brought up earlier.
Who knew what his partner was capable of doing to his pup, in another fit of anger? 
Atsumu shook his head.
He didn't want to think about that. Nor did he dare to. He held onto his son tighter. He had to move fast.
Atsumu unlatched the front door with trembling hands and a held breath.
It hadn't been locked from the outside.
His partner had forgotten to lock it, in his fit of rage. That meant a safer escape, without having to use the windows.
"Nao, sweetheart, we're going to need to be very quiet, okay?" Atsumu whispered, scenting his kit's scent glands briefly.
Nao, being an absolute dear, nodded.
Peeking out of the door, and down the quiet hall, Atsumu released the breath he'd been holding.
There was no one in sight.
He took a step out warily. One step turned into two. Two, followed by three. 
Before he even realized, Atsumu took off, holding onto his precious little pup who made soft, excited garbles.
Ignoring the sharp pain from his legs that had been badly bruised from being beaten, Atsumu took the short flight of stairs down the escape route he'd been formulating. He ran into the bustling streets, thankful that it was a crowded evening.
That didn't stop him from seeing the familiar figure of his partner stomping back towards the apartment.
Closing in.
Atsumu's blood ran cold.
His partner never stayed out for long, always checking that Atsumu was home.
Ducking his head, lying low, adrenaline coursed through his veins. He heart fell, when he felt an angry stare bearing holes into him from afar. 
Atsumu ran.
He didn't know how long he ran, or where his feet were carrying him and his pup, but Atsumu's instincts told him to keep running as far as he could.
Away from the stretch of pachinko parlours his partner frequented. Away from the small cafe where they'd first met. Away from the place he once thought he'd be happy, until he wasn't.
Sprinting away from his abusive partner, everything started to fragment, the further he ran. Atsumu was swept away by a sense of helplessness. 
He was all alone, a single parent of a five year old, whom he'd sworn to protect and give his whole world to.
Except, Atsumu didn't have anything in his world. 
An unmated omega, that had been tossed aside, he was unwanted for being an unconventional omega.
He didn't smell sweet, nor did he produce much slick. He was a broken counterfeit- 
Everything an omega shouldn't be.
Maybe that was why his partner had gotten so fed up. Gone was the initial interest in dating a feisty omega. The empty promises to look after him and Nao. Atsumu had been left unbonded, untouched and ultimately, a punching bag-
Atsumu’s vision glazed over.
“Papa, no cry! No hurwts!” Nao’s shout stopped him from spiralling any deeper.
Of course. Sweet, little Nao was his ray of sunshine and spark of joy that kept him strong.
Atsumu would do anything to protect his pup.
Embracing the cold air caressing his cheeks and his little pup who rubbed away his tears, Atsumu ran harder, ignoring the burn in his chest and ache in his legs. He took in the rush of freedom blending into the crowd.
Failing to realize that he'd stepped foot into territory that he should never be in, Atsumu bumped into a broad, solid chest when he took a couple of turns off the main road, into a dark alleyway to catch his breath.
Lips parting to apologize frantically, every word died in his throat upon realizing that this was the infamous den of the Itachiyama clan. 
Why had his feet taken him here, of all places?
Atsumu felt dread gnawing at his insides. He held onto Nao protectively, chest heaving.
The handsome young man standing before him, was unmistakably its ruler.
An alpha. And god- he smelled divine. 
But that wasn't what Atsumu should be concerned about.
Anyone stepping foot into the Itachiyama den, never left alive.
"Please don't-"
"You're hurt." 
The man before him spoke calmly, staring at him quietly, with dark eyes that burned like hot coals.
The rich, intoxicating scent of sandalwood blanketed Atsumu. He found himself relaxing slightly, cradling Nao closer to his chest.
As much as fear crippled him, and stifled him of his speech, the man before him, didn't seem to have any ill intentions. If anything, there was an empathic look pooling in his dark eyes.
Atsumu could almost feel himself getting reeled into the depths of those orbs.
"Who would hurt such a pretty thing?" 
Oh. 𝘖𝘩. 
A flash of heat stirred in Atsumu's gut at the low timbre of the man's voice.
A long, dexterous finger rested on his bruised cheek, before a hand cradled his jaw with a touch so gentle, it hurt.
The terse silence was broken by Nao, who was never shy around strangers and fidgeting in his hold. Looking over at the man inquisitively, Nao's eyes sparkled at the dark ink swirling across that very broad chest. 
"Papa, it's cwayons?"
Atsumu almost choked. He was struck by momentary fear, shock and grief.
This was it.
The man was going to take his life. Possibly Nao's. They'd offended a Yakuza. Oh gods. 
Atsumu wished he had the heart to scold his pup, but he found himself speechless.
An amused huff sounded. 
Atsumu wouldn't have ever believed his ears, listening to the tiny chuckle and seeing the even smaller smile, that graced handsome features. 
"It's ink, little one."
Bending slightly, the man ruffled Nao's hair. Nao purred.
‘Never follow a stranger home.’
And Atsumu fell.
[Chapter III]
‘Don’t tread into Itachiyama territory.’
‘Be wary of the Itachiyama clan- especially the kumicho. They're Yakuza.’ 
Those were the things Atsumu’s Ma told him, and his twin, Osamu, multiple times, back when they were young kits.
Yet, Atsumu found himself following the footsteps of said stranger, treading deeper into Itachiyama grounds and walking behind the ruler of the Itachiyama clan.
An alpha who was not only unmated, but smelt and looked ravishing. An alpha who'd reached out and touched him and his little pup with such care and tenderness he hadn't felt in a long time. An alpha who made him feel safe, but so very strange.
Atsumu’s heart had fluttered upon meeting the alpha.
Heart hammering against his chest when the man reached out to touch him and Nao, the omega knew what he'd felt then wasn't really fear, but something more akin to falling in love.
It was trust, he'd given all too easily.
Atsumu knew better than to get his hopes up, but he couldn't fight the attraction that had a gravitating sort of pull, towards the alpha before him.
It was an emotion he hadn't quite felt before, leaving him to drop his guard and disable the walls and barriers to his heart.
Atsumu had never encountered an alpha whose pheromones left him feeling weak in the knees.
It was almost like it was fated. Like the alpha was his fated pair. 
But Atsumu didn't believe in things like that. The sharp pain throbbing in his bruises and aching legs proved that.
“You’re slowing down, with your injuries. My car's parked just down the main road. It'll be faster if I carry you and your pup. Only if you allow me to.” 
The alpha who'd been walking silently, turned back briefly, dark, obsidian eyes glinting with worry.
Atsumu’s heart thudded in his chest.
It wasn't fair for someone who was supposedly notoriously dangerous, to look this kind and compassionate.
He so wanted to melt into the alpha’s hold, but the part of him that'd always protected himself and his kit, told him to be strong and fend for himself, said otherwise. 
“I-”
“Oh! Pwincess carwwie?” Nao perked up in his hold, eyes sparkling. 
Atsumu wanted the ground to swallow him up, cheeks flushing at the way the man's eyes just softened. 
“Only if your papa lets me.”
Maybe it was the comforting scent of sandalwood that blanketed him with safety he'd never found before.
Maybe it was the low baritone of the man’s voice that made him gain his trust.
Maybe it was just how Atsumu was so tired of running.
“Atsumu.”
The man before him blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion, before understanding passed. A tiny smile budded on his lips. 
“And your pup?”
“Nao.”
“I'm Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
Striding towards Atsumu, the alpha reached out to carry his pup with a strong, toned forearm with dark, swirling ink.
Nao clung onto his broad, inked chest immediately, small hands tracing at the ink, in interest.
A surge of panic coursed through Atsumu’s veins, but a low purr rumbling from Sakusa’s chest told him it was okay. 
“You like tattoos, Nao-chan?” Sakusa hummed, taking in the little pup’s look of wonderment, “I've got more on my back.”
Nao made a series of excited garbles, eyes lighting up.
The alpha found it endearing. Maybe he'd get to show the little one, more of his ink.
Snaking his other arm around Atsumu, who had been looking at the exchange with a quiet look of awe, Sakusa lifted the omega up without batting an eyelid. 
“Not quite a princess carry for your papa, but I'm sure we'll get to it.” 
Atsumu’s cheeks colored a scarlet hue.
[Chapter IV]
Perhaps it was how Sakusa had cradled Atsumu alongside Nao, settling them down gingerly into the back of his sleek sedan car. Perhaps it was how the young yakuza boss adjusted the heater in the car, retrieving soft, fluffy blankets from the boot, to cover him and his pup. Perhaps it was how Sakusa leaned over and buckled his seatbelt, before turning to Nao and doing the same. 
It was unseen chivalry- something Atsumu had not expected coming from an alpha notorious for being cold-blooded, ruthless and capable of committing the worst of crimes.
The kindness, compassion and gentleness Sakusa had shown him and Nao in the past half an hour, were things Atsumu hadn't experienced in years.
His partner hadn't shown him any kindness after losing his job. Words sharp, cutting like knives, his touch had left only bruises, wounds and scars. 
Atsumu's heart twinged at the distant memory. The pain in his bruises throbbed.
“You're safe now. I won't hurt you. And I'm not going to let anyone lay their hands on you and Nao."
Something stirred from the depths of his once-broken heart.
Watching the young kumicho prop Nao up with a small pillow, Atsumu's heart clenched at the small, bemused smile gracing slightly chapped lips, seeing his pup reach out and grab a slim, inked digit like a child seeking their parent.
'Sakusa would make a good father for Nao,' the omega mused.
Atsumu shut his train of thoughts there and then. He swallowed the hope and desire igniting in him, to have an alpha like Sakusa, in his life.
It would never work out.
Not for an omega like him.
"Don go, Uncwle Omi omi" Nao mumbled sleepily, gripping onto Sakusa's index finger.
A low, soothing rumble emitted from the alpha's chest. The calming scent of sandalwood filled the car.
"I don't intend to go anywhere, Nao-chan, but someone needs to drive," Sakusa chuckled softly, using his other hand to weave through soft tuffs of hair, "Rest easy and sleep. You're tired, little one."
Turning to Atsumu, dark eyes brimmed fiercely, with what looked to be a mix of warmth, fondness and something he couldn't quite pinpoint.
The omega barely registered that Sakusa had spoken.
"Don't worry about anything, Atsumu. I'll take care of it."
Inhaling the alpha's pheromones left Atsumu grappling and drowning. He didn't understand the emotions running through his entirety, but he trusted Sakusa.
Blanketed in warmth, the scent of sandalwood and a promise that his pup and him were safe, Atsumu's eyelids drooped.
Weariness consumed him.
The omega forgot about the ache settling in his bones, and the pain in his bruises that were beginning to purple. Drifting into a deep slumber, Atsumu was oblivious to the soft, fleeting press of chapped lips on his forehead.
"I'll take care of you and Nao."
[Chapter V]
The drive was a silent one. 
Glancing up from the rearview mirror, Sakusa took in the bruises scattering across what could be smooth, tan unblemished skin. Instead, it was marred with ugly wounds, haunting blue-blacks and open cuts, showing signs of abuse.
It had to be months. Maybe even years.
How long had Atsumu gone through it? What had Nao seen, growing up as a young pup? How could anyone do something so cruel to such a beautiful omega who had such an endearing, little pup?
Sakusa's heart ached.
Within the empathy budding in his chest, there was something darker. An anger rearing its ugly head, fury boiling in his veins and a rage that was all consuming, igniting in his core, to hurt the scumbag who dared lay a hand on Atsumu and even Nao.
Sakusa took a deep inhale, controlling his temper.
The sweet scent of vanilla, spices and honeycomb wafting from Atsumu, caged the wrath in him.
The alpha sighed softly. He focused on how the blonde omega and his young pup were relaxed and slumbering, worn out from everything they'd been put through. 
No more.
Sakusa was going to protect them.
A newfound determination and promise to look after Atsumu and Nao, the young kumicho made a quick hands-free call to his right-hand man.
"Motoya, find out everything you can about Miya Atsumu and who he was staying with. Bring that 𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 to me."
*
Sakusa was not a kind man by any means.  Brought up to take over the Itachiyama syndicate, he had seen his fair amounts of bloodshed, darkness and violence from young. Hands tainted with blood, holding onto the reins of power meant committing crimes to keep the syndicate going.
Even then, the first time Sakusa laid his eyes on a blonde omega walking down the street near the Itachiyama territory, belly rounded with a pup, it struck something in his chords.
A streak of possessiveness.
A desire.
A want.
Sakusa wanted the omega, and as the young kumicho of the notorious Itachiyama group, there wasn't anything he couldn't get his hands on. Yet, a rational part of himself told him that it was best not to lay his hands on a pregnant omega, clearly out of his reach.
Gaze fixated on the blonde omega, Sakusa noted how the back of his neck was bare of a bond mark and a mating bite.
A spark of interest flickered in his heart.
He licked his lips.
Daring to step closer, the sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices- everything that smelt like home, called out to him.
Sakusa’s mouth watered. 
What the alpha hadn't realized then, was that he had found his fated pair.
Eyes trailing after the omega who was broader and stronger looking than most, he smelt so ever sweet. Yet, there were instances in which the blonde omega looked so small and fragile, cradling onto his belly, eyes downcast.
Who dared to put such a terrible look on someone so alluring and beautiful? 
Sakusa's heart had clenched in his chest, an ache building in his chest to reach out and comfort the pregnant, unmated omega. But Sakusa had held himself back, and resisted the innate instinct as an alpha, telling him to go forward to console the blonde omega.
He had rules to follow, and treading any further into the Inarizaki territory was not ideal.
Turning back to his territory where there was work to be done as the kumicho of Itachiyama, Sakusa had ignored the sharp pang in his chest, and told himself that perhaps, someday, the paths taken by the blonde omega and him would cross.
[Chapter VI]
"Atsumu," Sakusa murmured softly.
The drive back to his apartment had taken less than fifteen minutes. Over the course of the short drive, his train of thoughts had gone on a wild ride, distant memories of a familiar looking blonde omega, filling his headspace.
Staring at Atsumu carefully, it became growingly apparent, that the omega seated at the back of his car, looking battered, bruised and holding on to Nao in a steadfast grip, was the splitting image of the pregnant omega he'd seen years ago.
The same omega who'd caught his attention and left him grappling with a yearning want- a fierce desire to protect. The same omega who'd he longed to reach out to, comfort, console and care for. The same omega who'd smelt like everything he ever wanted in his life. Home, love, fate-
Atsumu.
The sudden epiphany had Sakusa gripping onto the steering wheel, breath hilting in his throat. He took in a deep, shuddering inhale.
How hadn't he realized this any earlier? How hadn't he identified the familiarity of the omega who smelt so sweet and prime, to his liking? How hadn't he realized that his fated mate was right before him?
Stepping out of the driver's seat as quietly as he could even as his heart ran a hundred miles per second, Sakusa opened the car door to the back seat gingerly. He spared a moment to admire the tiny scrunch of Atsumu's upturned nose as he stirred.
A rush of fondness filled his heart.
God- Atsumu was beautiful.
A whimper left parted lips.
Sakusa frowned. Pumping out pheromones to ease the distress, the alpha stroked the bruise on Atsumu's cheek with a trembling finger.
It had turned an ugly shade of purple.
Something akin to guilt, blanketed Sakusa's entirety. 
Those bruises, injuries, wounds- if he'd stepped in sooner, from the very first time he saw Atsumu, could all of this been prevented? Could he have stopped the omega before him from getting hurt?
He took in the scars and signs of abuse marking what could have been unblemished, tan skin. The darkness in Sakusa grew, like a gestating fetus.
“Omi?”
Amidst the darkness gnawing at his conscience, Atsumu's quiet whisper brought him back to reality.
A tiny smile tugged on his lips at the nickname. He caressed the omega's cheek with a tenderness he never knew a yakuza like him could muster.
"𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶."
[Chapter VII]
𝘈𝘵𝘴𝘶.
It was the first time Atsumu had heard his name being called out so tenderly, with such raw fondness that his heart clenched and ached in his throbbing chest.
Only two people on this planet had ever called him that, and they were his Ma and twin, Osamu.
"Omi, where's-" 
Atsumu's thoughts were in turmoil. Sitting up groggily, he barely registered how the car had come to a stop, and Sakusa was leaning in close, the heat of his palm, warm against his cheek.
It was a touch so gentle, he found himself purring unconsciously.
He'd missed this. He'd missed something as simple as a  touch, that felt too good to be true. 
Atsumu nuzzled into the yakuza's touch instinctively, before a wave of clarity struck him. Shying away from the touch, panic surged through his entirety. Nao-
The omega relaxed when he saw his pup, fast asleep beside him, huddled in a blanket. 
"Atsumu, I brought you back to my apartment."
A large palm rested atop his.
Atsumu did not flinch away from the touch. Not even when Sakusa's wrist brushed against his gently. Scent marking.
It was something bound to happen if he had to step into the alpha's den. This was just a small appetizer of how Sakusa smelt, and what was to come.
Atsumu shifted unconsciously, thighs rubbing.
The scent of bergamot wormed its way into him, carved a mark on his scent glands and the omega welcomed it. It smelt like comfort, safety and even more, 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦.
Atsumu met Sakusa's unwavering gaze.
His breath hitched in his throat for the umpteenth time. He allowed himself to drown in the dark pools of emotions swirling in obsidian eyes.
Atsumu didn't understand why he didn't feel the need to put up any pretenses or guard himself. He simply felt safe with Sakusa and perhaps- just 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘴, this was fate.
“Let me princess carry you up this time?" Sakusa breathed, the low timbre of his voice carrying so much warmth, fondness and unmuted affection that the mirth almost went unnoticed.
Atsumu nodded shyly.
Even though his bruises and wounds ached as he carried a sleeping Nao, he didn't miss the flutter in his chest and the crushing wave of emotions surfacing in his heart when he was bundled up into Sakusa's strong arms. 
It was love.
[Chapter VIII]
It was one thing to be carried. Another, to be held.
Atsumu cradled a slumbering Nao close to his chest. A spark ran down his spine at the strong forearm that was wrapped around his waist and the other, under the back of his thighs.
Carried towards the lift lobby of Sakusa's apartment, Atsumu tried not to make eye contact with men who looked like bodyguards on duty. Inked and clad in black fitted suits. 
Right, he had almost forgotten about the alpha's notoriety as the young kumicho of Itachiyama.
Atsumu should've been afraid. Yet, he wasn't. If anything, he was intrigued. 
Glancing at the glistening surface of black quartz, Atsumu would be lying if he said that he didn't feel the least bit intimidated. He couldn't imagine how much it was, to own an apartment here.
It was almost like he didn't belong.
A filthy, bruised omega like him, carrying a pup in a building like this, was something out of the question. Atsumu knew he had to be a sight for sore eyes. 
A wave of shame blanketed him.
"Omi, I'm heavy, yer can put me down-" 
His breath hitched in his throat when Sakusa stared at him sharply. Atsumu thought he saw a spark of challenge, heat and something else flashing across dark eyes. 
"I can handle a lot more than you think, Atsu. Who do you think I am?"
Sakusa smiled good-naturedly, letting him down on his two feet.
Atsumu swallowed the words dying at the back of his throat. Ignoring the sharp, throbbing pain in his legs, he steadied himself and Nao, who shifted in his embrace.
Slim, inked digits retrieved a sleek, black card. Atsumu could only muster a soft gasp when Sakusa swiped his card, before picking him and Nao back up, single handedly.
(He was confident that he caught a glimpse of a pleased smirk tugging on the corner of Sakusa's lips when they entered the lift, headed towards the 54th storey.)
Sakusa was strong, and a part of Atsumu wondered just how much the alpha could actually take.
Flustered by the display of strength, Atsumu's eyes drifted towards the ink peeking from sleeves that were rolled up toned, veiny forearms. Like a moth drawn to a flame, his gaze travelled upwards to take in sculptured features. The soft pink of slightly chapped lips, the tall bridge of the alpha’s nose, and dark, obsidian eyes that bore into him, staring at him warmly. 
Atsumu flushed. Averting his gaze, a rumble emitted from Sakusa’s chest at the same time a quiet purr left his parted lips.
The alpha made his heart race and the gravitating pull Sakusa had on him felt more than just mere attraction.  There was certainly something remarkably attractive about the alpha, but it went beyond his looks, charm and physique.
It wasn't just his pheromones that drove the omega in Atsumu wild.
It was Sakusa's chivalry- how he had treated him with all the tenderness in the world, like he was precious, and how that fondness, care and gentleness wasn’t just directed to him alone, but his pup, Nao.
It was all the reason Atsumu felt a growing anxiety of people living in the building, stepping into the lift lobby, seeing him in Sakusa's arms.
He wasn't worthy. He never had been.
"Omi, yer should put me down. I.. What if others see?"
Sakusa's dark eyes bore into him. Hurt morphed into a fierceness and fondness that had Atsumu's breath hitching. 
"I don't care what others think. I promised I'd take care of you and Nao. Besides, I own this building."
Atsumu's jaw dropped.
To him, the building being owned by Sakusa was mind-boggling, but what he couldn't get his head around, was why the alpha would go through such extents for an omega like him. What Sakusa had said sounded less like a promise, and more of a declaration.
"Sakusa, why?"
Sakusa smiled at him tenderly, cupping his cheek.
"Because." 
'Because I fell for you three years ago when I first laid my eyes on you walking down the street, pregnant with a kit and failed to realize you were my fated mate' went unsaid.
[Chapter IX]
Warmth bloomed in Sakusa’s chest at the soft gasp of awe, and the sweet scent wafting from the omega in his arms, the moment the doors to his penthouse apartment opened. Carrying a starstruck Atsumu all the way to the open living space of his den, he settled the omega on his sofa, taking care not to jostle him too much, lest Nao woke up. 
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll get some toiletries and spare clothes so that you can wash up."
Straightening his back, Sakusa ran his fingers through soft blonde locks of hair, a pleased sound rumbling in his chest when the omega’s scent turned impossibly sweeter.
Atsumu purred, melting into his touch.
It was like this was meant to be- two individuals finding each other and completing one another. It felt surreal having his fated pair right in his living quarters. It no longer felt empty or a place he came back to, just to wash up and sleep. It felt right, just having Atsumu and Nao right there. 
It finally felt like home.
*
Atsumu basked in the tenderness of the alpha’s dexterous fingers carding through his hair. He almost whined in protest when it left. 
It was a touch that lingered.
The strong scent of sandalwood in Sakusa’s den pacified him, easing the dull ache in his limbs.
Atsumu glanced down at his socked feet and tugged his sweatpants up, wincing at the sight of purplish bruises that marred his tan skin. Gaze shifting to his pup, the omega softened seeing how Nao lay slumbering on the sofa, limbs outstretched like a starfish. 
The sight alone brought Atsumu great comfort. He knew that everything had been worth it, getting his pup and himself out of the wretched place, where Nao’s safety had been compromised.
Not anymore.
“Nao looks like he's making himself home already.”
A low baritone sounded right by Atsumu's ear. The omega startled, before he relaxed, offering Sakusa a smile. 
"Yeah."
Taking in the fond look in the alpha's eyes, Atsumu fidgeted. He didn't know how to address the elephant in the room.
Why was Sakusa being so nice to him? Why had the alpha gone to the extent of bringing Nao and him to his apartment? Why did the yakuza kumicho look at him with such tenderness and longing?
"Omi-"
"Take a shower first, Atsumu," Sakusa murmured firmly, handing him a fluffy towel and soft linen shirt, "I'll tend to your wounds after." 
Atsumu gnawed at the inside of his cheek, worried that Nao would awaken in an unfamiliar environment. Sakusa sensed this. He thumbed the insides of Atsumu's wrist gently.
A full body shudder raked down the omega's spine. 
"Don't worry, I won't do anything. I'll show Nao my tattoos if he wakes up," Sakusa teased, "Unless… You're afraid of missing out on it?"
[Chapter X]
Atsumu 'bolted' straight for the shower room after he got a brief direction of where it was. He didn't quite bolt with pain surging through his battered body, but he shuffled as quickly as he could, ignoring the way his cheeks flared under Sakusa's watchful eyes.
He had not expected the sudden dip in the alpha's voice that bordered between the lines of mirth and sultriness. God- Atsumu was a mess right now.
The mischievous glint in the alpha's dark eyes remained etched on his mind even as he fumbled with his clothes and stepped into the large shower.
Yelping in surprise when hot water came pelting down on his body, he gradually relaxed under the steam.
Sakusa hadn't left him with any other toiletries. Eyeing the bottle of shampoo the alpha used, Atsumu debated against using it, before reasoning that it was probably alright to, considering how he had to stink from running and sweating bullets. Lathering himself up with soap, he sighed in gratification at how good the shampoo smelt. It had to be worth plenty. 
Something about smelling like the alpha made Atsumu's heart skip a beat.
His thoughts ran back to a certain tall, brooding curly haired alpha, before steering towards how far down the tattoos on Sakusa's body went. The alpha did say that he had more on his back and- the omega flushed a darker shade of red.
It was as though the treacherous fluttering in his heart and heat stirring in his belly hadn't already given him away. 
Atsumu was attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza head of the Itachiyama clan.
A part of Atsumu knew nothing good could ever come out of it, as his past relationships had shown, but something about Sakusa felt different. It ignited a hope in him that he was worth looking at and being fawned over. That he was valued, even as a single parent. That he was attractive, even as an omega none of his partners had loved. 
Sakusa made him feel like he was loved.
And it was a crazy feeling that shouldn't have made any sense, considering how he'd just met the alpha in an alleyway.
It felt like fate. Like it was meant to be.
Atsumu's heart twinged in his chest.
Stepping out of the shower, he was relieved when the water stopped automatically. He dried off with the towel Sakusa had passed to him. Staring at the long sleeved linen shirt provided, Atsumu's stomach dropped. 
There weren't any pants or underwear. 
[Chapter XI]
"𝘋...𝘋𝘸𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘺?" 
The moment Sakusa heard this, he reeled back in slight disbelief. Glancing down at the tiny fist gripping onto the hem of his sleeve, a wave of affection gushed- no, flooded his chest at how adorable Nao looked, sitting up sleepily.
His dark hair was like a bird's nest, and it had an abundance of cowlicks. It was endearing.
Sakusa hadn't felt his heart this full in a long time. It was a simple, yet profound kind of happiness the kumicho had been yearning for.
"Hey, little one," The alpha cooed softly, ruffling Nao's hair, heart almost bursting at its seams when the young pup crawled towards him, clambering onto his lap like a child seeking their parent, before squishing his face into his chest.
"Your papa went to take a shower. Did you rest well, Nao?"
The pup nodded, small fingers prodding and tracing at the ink swirling across his chest. Sakusa combed his fingers through  Nao's hair carefully in return, and bounced the little one on his lap.
"Why does Nao-chan like my tattoos so much?" Sakusa inquired fondly. 
Nao pulled away, small hands grabbing onto his shirt.
"I like them! They're pwetty!" He beamed, tracing a traditional Japanese cloud tattoo, "It looks better than the purpwle cwayon on papa."
Sakusa's heart shattered. Bitter distaste filled his mouth. God- just what had Nao seen growing up, in a household where one of his parents was abused, and the other, an abuser? Had Nao been subjected to it?
Sakusa felt sick.
The emotions building in his chest were not just empathy, compassion and guilt. There was a fierce overpowering desire to protect, love and cherish. There was also a growing wrath to hurt and give whoever who'd brought upon such pain and hurt to Atsumu and his pup, anguish, tenfold. 
"Nao, cupcake, did you ever get hurt there?"
Nao cocked his head, not quite understanding Sakusa's words. 
"Did anyone give you or your Papa the ouchies at home?" Sakusa murmured, holding his breath as he stroked the pup's rosy cheeks.
"Only papa," Nao chimed, nuzzling into his chest, "Nao heard papa cwying behind the door. Papa said never to go out or a monstwer would cwatch Nao." 
Sakusa exhaled heavily.
A part of him was relieved that Nao never got physically involved, but the other part of him was outraged. How dare anyone lay their filthy hands on his fated pair? How dare anyone hurt Atsumu? How dare anyone abuse an omega? His omega?
"Omi," Nao nudged Sakusa's chest after a minute, looking up at him with large, doe eyes filled with curiosity, "Is Omi Nao's dwaddy?" 
Sakusa met Nao's gaze with a look of endearment, "I'm not your daddy, Nao-chan. But I can be."
[Chapter XII]
The sound of slipper-clad feet padding down the hallway, caught Sakusa’s attention. Turning back briefly from a contented Nao drawing on his chest, all the words he had to say, died in his throat at the sight of Atsumu emerging, in his white long sleeved button down.
It was too big on his toned yet slender frame, revealing a tan shoulder and smooth long legs that had the alpha drooling, if it weren't for the purplish bruises and signs of abuse, that made his heart ache.
The sweet scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices coming from Atsumu was strong and cloyingly sweet, even under the smell of his body wash. Something about how the omega smelled more like him, brought the alpha in Sakusa wild and very well pleased.
A darker part of him wanted to smother Atsumu in his pheromones, but that could wait. 
"Papa!" Nao garbled excitedly, making grabby hands.
Atsumu’s face lightened up, shuffling over awkwardly. He maintained a safe distance, which was strange. Was the omega still afraid of him?
"Atsumu, come sit down. I'll tend to your wounds and bruises," Sakusa offered, ignoring the treacherous part of him that admired the way those firm thighs rippled with every small step the omega took.
Atsumu looked a bit flustered by that. Tugging the hem of the button-down that rested dangerously above his upper thighs, it took a few seconds for things to click in Sakusa's head. 
Oh. 
He hadn't passed Atsumu any sweatpants or underwear, assuming that they were too big and would simply slip right off.
The knowledge that the omega was all bare except for the linen shirt clinging onto his frame, sent a surge of heat in Sakusa's veins. He resisted the itch building under his fingernails to reach out and caress his fated pair.
"I- it's okay, Omi. You don't need to trouble yourself with that. You've already done so much to help," Atsumu mumbled, cheeks a rosy pink. 
"No, I insist, Atsumu," Sakusa spoke firmly, "I don't want those bruises marking your pretty skin for good."
Atsumu's scent turned sweeter.
The alpha took a greedy inhale, before carrying Nao off his lap, and standing to his full height. The pup pouted, eyes watering at being separated from Sakusa.
"I'll go get the medical kit."
Turning away, Sakusa halted in his steps when Nao's milky scent turned sour, a sob tearing from the pup's lips. Atsumu panicked, as did his stomach drop. 
"Omi… Dwaddy… Don't go! Don't leave Papa and Nao, dwaddy."
A hitched breath broke the momentary silence in the room.
Sakusa met Atsumu's eyes, blown wide with a mix of shock, disbelief and awe, before it morphed into something the alpha had hoped he wouldn't see. 
Disapproval.
"Nao! Don't go spluttering nonsense," Atsumu hissed, averting his gaze, carrying his crying pup, "Omi- Sakusa's not your daddy."
The alpha felt his heart break. It plummeted straight to the ground. But it didn't matter. Sakusa had always been a fighter. He had never given up on the things he wanted.
Having experienced the longing want after giving up on something- someone, he wasn't about to give up again. 
"𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦?"
[Chapter XIII]
Sakusa's words carried weight, blanketing the living room with terse silence. It did not sound like a joke or a slip of the tongue.
To say that Atsumu was utterly shell shocked by what the alpha had said, would be an understatement. He was astounded, and at a complete loss for words. Even Nao went quiet, looking on at the exchange quizzically.
It was one thing to feel the compelling tug of fate in his chest, and another, to embrace it altogether, when Atsumu had spent years convincing himself that an omega like himself was never going to experience happiness and boundless affection from an alpha.
Was it okay to be happy? Was it okay to trust another alpha? Was it okay to fall head over heels for someone he'd just met, but felt as though he'd known for a lifetime?
The tension in the air was palpable.
Sakusa and Atsumu gazed into each other's eyes longingly, exchanging what words could not express. Their scents intermingled, along with Nao's milky scent. The living room smelt sweet, warm and homely. It was like this was meant to be. A family.
In Sakusa’s eyes, Atsumu saw a fierce, undying love, fervent want and promise to protect. His breath faltered in his chest.
All the words he wanted to say- every doubt, uncertainty and fear, remained lodged at the back of his throat. Atsumu couldn't bring himself to say anything, enraptured by the alpha before him. 
It didn't seem to matter anymore.
There was no use in trying to put on pretences and deny how much the omega wanted the alpha. He could no longer fight the voice inside of him, telling him that this was everything he had ever asked for. To be loved, cherished, and accepted.
Sakusa’s status as a Yakuza kumicho didn't matter. Atsumu being a single parent and an omega scorned for being unlike typical omegas, didn't either.
A part of Atsumu was terrified that he could wind up getting hurt again, but he trusted his gut instincts.
Sakusa wouldn't let that happen.
None of it mattered when the alpha inched forward painfully close, and cradled his cheek with trembling fingers, almost like he was afraid of hurting him. His other hand soothed Nao's hair.
The urge to cry formed a knot at the back of Atsumu’s throat. So this was what happiness was like.
“Give me a chance to prove my worth, Atsumu,” Sakusa murmured softly, lips brushing against his, “Please let me prove that I'm an alpha befitting to be yours, and Nao’s."
Atsumu’s lower lip quivered. It wasn't just a leap of faith for him, but for Sakusa. He couldn't stop the sob that finally ripped its way through his chest. Atsumu nodded once. He was willing to give this a shot.
Atsumu barely registered the softest press of lips on his forehead, before an all encompassing warmth embraced him and Nao, into a place he could finally call home. 
"𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥."
[Chapter XIV]
Atsumu had forgotten the warmth one's palms could bring. It was something he hadn't felt in years. 
Relaxing under Sakusa's touch, he allowed the alpha to tend to his wounds with tender, loving care, slender digits working down his aching calves.
Rubbing ointment to every bruise that was now a moorish purple, Atsumu's breath caught in his throat when Sakusa looked up from where he was kneeling between his feet, pressing a soft kiss on each and every one of his bruises, starting from the ones littering his ankle.
"Omi, it's dirty-"
"You just took a shower," The alpha huffed, shaking his head, lips continuing its trail up his calves, leaving a fire in its wake.
Eyes blazing with heat, Atsumu could only swallow a pitiful whine at what he saw reflected in those dark eyes that held a galaxy in them.
A promise to protect, paired with fierce passion and utmost adoration. 
He felt like an entity being worshipped.
Heart racing in his chest at the devotion the alpha showered him with, it sped up, when Sakusa pulled away to press a kiss on Nao's temple. Atsumu felt slightly giddy, seeing the tiny smile on Sakusa's lips the moment his pup lit up and gave him a wet smooch in return.
"Nao really likes you," He mumbled quietly, fiddling with his fingers. 
"Nao doesn't like Omi. Nao loves dwaddy!" Nao all but declared, "Nao loves papa too!"
Atsumu's lips quirked up. Sakusa chuckled.
Atsumu honestly couldn't get his head around how the yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama accepted, and loved not just him, but Nao. It was something he would have never dared to think or dream of.
Relishing in the way calloused fingers worked its way up his thighs, Atsumu briefly wondered when was the last time he'd felt warmth and protection from an alpha. It had to be the last time he was permitted to see his brother, Osamu.
Carrying a then two-year-old Nao to meet his twin, Atsumu recalled that was when the abuse had first started, bruises blooming across his ribs, hidden under his shirt from prying eyes. Brushing away the concern in Samu's knowing eyes, he had lied to Osamu that everything was alright.
Atsumu had never thought that that would be the last time he'd see his brother again.
His abusive partner had forbidden him from meeting his friends and family, going as far as to discard his mobile phone and lash out when Atsumu tried to fight back.
"Atsumu- sweetheart, what's wrong? Am I being too rough?" 
Atsumu reeled back. The tears glazing his vision slid down his cheeks. He shook his head. 
Sakusa had only been kind and gentle.
It was the memories and trauma plaguing him, that made everything hurt.
A part of Atsumu yearned to get into contact with his brother again, but that was impossible, without a mobile. His lower lip trembled. He missed Samu. 
Was Osamu living well? Was he distraught when Atsumu stopped replying altogether? Had he forgotten about him?
After three years, the omega wanted nothing more than to tell his brother that he'd finally managed to run away and escape from his abuser. That Nao and him were finally safe, in what had to be the most dangerous, yet compassionate man's den. That he had found fate, happiness and love, in an alpha he'd never expected, in the shortest time possible. 
Sakusa Kiyoomi, yakuza kumicho of Itachiyama.
"Atsumu, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦-"
Sakusa rose to his feet and took a seat right next to him. Cradling his jaw gingerly, the alpha pumped out pheromones and stroked his cheek in tandem. 
"What's wrong?"
"I miss my brother,"Astumu admitted, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, "I haven't had contact with Samu since… since 𝙝𝙚 forbade me from meeting anyone and took away everything."
A growl tore through Sakusa's chest.
"I'll take care of 𝙝𝙞𝙢," Sakusa murmured darkly, "You have my word, Atsumu."
A tremor ran down Atsumu's spine, as did a flare of heat ignite in his belly. He did not dare to think what the kumicho of the Itachiyama syndicate was capable of.
"Try giving your brother a call. I'll take care of Nao," Sakusa's tone softened, retrieving his mobile from his pocket.
Staring at Atsumu wistfully, he whispered, "I cannot imagine being apart from someone you love for so long."
Atsumu took the mobile phone with quivering fingers. How was he ever going to repay Sakusa for everything he'd done? How was he so lucky to have met an alpha who loved and protected this fiercely? How could he possibly express the love and gratefulness in his heart?
Robbed of his speech, Atsumu poured everything he couldn't say into action. He leaned in and gave Sakusa a chaste kiss, heart fluttering at the throaty groan emitting from the alpha's lips. 
'Thank you', 'I'm forever indebted' and 'I love you', went unsaid. 
[Chapter XV]
The chaste press of lips was enough to stir something all consuming in Sakusa. A low, guttural growl of approval worked its way out of his chest. The surprising forwardness of Atsumu left the alpha yearning for more.
Fingers twitching by his sides restlessly, the kumicho wanted nothing more than to caress the omega’s cheek and lick his way into that hot, slick mouth. A part of him wondered if he was going too far, but seeing how the omega melted under his touch instantaneously, trusting him, left Sakusa’s mind whirling, body moving on autopilot.
Atsumu's lips were plush, soft, and sweet.
He tasted divine, and the homely scent of honeycomb, cinnamon and spices wafting together with the smell of his shampoo was everything Sakusa had ever wanted.
A reflection of warmth on a chilly autumn’s day, the omega carried gold and beauty the alpha simply drowned and relished in. Finding himself chasing after those very lips even after they parted for air, Sakusa was still not satiated.
He wanted more. He wanted Atsumu. He wanted everything the omega had to give.
Was he being too greedy? 
Maybe he was, but Sakusa didn't want to frighten Atsumu with the darker side of himself.
The alpha took a steady exhale, nostrils flaring. Swallowing the urge to delve into the heat of those lips, Sakusa ran his digits through blonde hair, lips curling into a smile when the omega purred. Gaze drifting to Nao who'd been staring at them, the alpha was mortified, having kissed Atsumu in front of their pup.
“Take your time on the phone, sweetheart. I'll be in the office next door with Nao,”  The kumicho murmured, glancing back at Atsumu who whispered something into Nao’s ear.
“If you need anything- 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, just know that I’ll give you my everything.”
Sakusa knew just how important it was for Atsumu to get connected with his family and in particular, his twin brother again.
3 years was not a short period of time.
He couldn't imagine what the omega had to go through, being cut off from his family so abruptly. He was determined to provide all the help Atsumu needed. 
The abuse the omega had gone through was hard to stomach. It made Sakusa furious just casting his gaze down the smooth expanse of the omega’s legs, bruises running down its length. The anger only grew, thinking of the things Nao had to experience as a young pup.
Speaking of Nao, Sakusa's heart softened at the sight of a very adorable pup toddling over to him, before clinging onto his thighs.
“Dwaddy, carry, pwease,” Nao asked politely, looking up at Sakusa who loomed over him like a tall, sturdy tree.
The alpha chuckled.
As much as hearing Atsumu talk about his ex partner earlier evoked wrath and anger in him for the umpteenth time, everything melted away carrying a giggling Nao and Atsumu who smiled warmly.
Sakusa was determined to take care of things.
Even if it turned into a bloody mess.
Swallowing his bloodlust, the kumicho kept it tucked away, and parted from Atsumu with Nao bundled into his arms. Halting in his steps when the omega tugged on the hem of his sleeve with a shy look of uncertainty, Sakusa wondered what was wrong.
“What's-”
“Will you… Can- Can you please kiss me again?” 
Atsumu’s voice came out small, trailing off.
Sakusa managed to catch it despite the blood roaring through his veins at the omega’s words.
A crushing wave of adoration blanketed him.
Reaching out, the alpha pecked the omega’s forehead, tip of his nose and those soft lips which parted instinctively. Making sure he covered Nao’s eyes this round, Sakusa swallowed the sweetest whine emitting from the back of Atsumu’s throat. He savored how Atsumu tasted like the richest honey, before pulling away. 
Everything about kisses shared with the omega was perfect. 
[Chapter XVI]
Kissing Sakusa was a near otherworldly experience. Igniting a fire in the pits of his belly, Atsumu had never known this- whatever 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 was, could feel so good. The way the alpha lapped at the roof of his mouth hungrily, his slick, experienced tongue exploring the hot cavern, swallowing every quiet moan like it was a gift given to him. 
Everything Sakusa did, felt sublime.
A shudder raked through Atsumu’s body. His knees almost buckled under his weight. 
“I won't be able to stop if we continue, Atsumu,” Sakusa admitted truthfully, pulling away with the faintest pink dusting his cheeks. 
Atsumu turned a bright hue of red in response. Heart fluttering in his chest, stomach twisted into knots, the way Sakusa made him feel was like he was everything the alpha needed, and ever wanted. Watching the kumicho leave the room carrying Nao like a fatherly figure, a part of Atsumu yearned to say ‘𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰?’.
The more rational part of him chided himself.
There were important things that needed to be done first and foremost.
Atsumu was desperate to speak to Osamu after 3 long years.
Ever since his previous partner had forbidden him to get into contact with his family, it wasn't like the omega hadn't tried sneaking around to call Osamu or find his phone to seek help when the abuse got worse.
Every hope had died in his chest when his ex found out about it and smashed his phone in a fit of anger, throwing it into the corner of the room, nearly hitting Nao. It had been a terrifying lesson for Atsumu, and a tough pill to swallow that the abuse was not okay.
Holding on to a mobile phone again, felt strange. Foreign.
Atsumu still felt as though his ex was going to appear from out of nowhere and start punishing him. His hands shook at the vivid memory, the ache from the bruises on his legs becoming painfully apparent.
Why had he been so foolish not to tell Osamu anything, the last time they met?
It would have never led to this.
Maybe Atsumu would have been safe and protected Nao better. Maybe he wouldn't have had to experience the harshness of a palm slapping across his cheek, a steel-like grip wrapping around his ankle, throwing his balance off, before sock-clad feet jabbed at his ribs. Maybe…
No.
What Atsumu experienced together with Nao had allowed him to meet Sakusa. It was by fate that they were led into Itachiyama, to the kumicho, bringing him to safety, and a place he could finally call home.
An alpha Atsumu trusted and dared to bare his entirety to.
Sakusa.
Atsumu took in a shaky breath, lifting his wrist to sniff his scent glands that had been subtly scent marked before the alpha had left the room with Nao. The scent of sandalwood comforted him, placating the anxiety and bad memories.
It gave him newfound courage. 
Touching his lips idly, Atsumu stared at the mobile phone in his hands. He keyed in a number that was etched and engraved into his heart. Tapping on the call button with shaky fingers, the omega dialed the number and held a breath.
A turmoil of mixed emotions surged in his chest. Atsumu’s throat constricted, upon hearing a voice that was all too familiar, even after three long, painful years. Eyes glazing over with tears, a rivulet slipped down his cheeks. Atsumu barely registered its wetness, breath catching in his throat.
“Hello? Miya Osamu speaking.”
“... Samu, it's me.”
The line went silent. Atsumu’s heart fell.
[Chapter XVII]
The pin-drop silence over the other end of the line went on for minutes.
It was uncomfortable, unnerving and tense.
Leaving Atsumu wallowing in anxiety, worry and fear, the omega could not find it in himself to believe that his twin brother might've just hung up on him.
A fresh sheen of tears gathered in his eyes and threatened to run down his cheeks. 
"’Samu…?"
The line remained eerily quiet.
Crescent moons formed under nails digging into the flesh of slightly calloused palms. A tremor raked down Atsumu’s form, as did a choked, broken sob tear through his heaving chest. Clutching on to what was left of its remains, with a weak, trembling fist, he could not stop the first rivulet of tears streaking down his cheeks, followed closely by a second, and another. 
He had it coming. He deserved this.
It was all his fault.
Atsumu had always known that Osamu was going to hate him for disappearing into thin air, and cutting contact for no rhyme or reason for three whole years.
He should have known better- stood his ground firmly and fought to speak to his brother, even if that meant getting punished severely by his ex. He should have been braver and muster the courage to tell his twin that he was being abused, the last time they met in person. He should have done more.
It didn't matter. Nothing mattered.
The other end of the line was quiet.
Until it wasn't. 
Atsumu wailed.
As much as he had hoped that his brother would forgive him, it broke a piece of him, knowing that there was a possibility that he wasn't going to be forgiven anytime soon.
“‘Samu,” Atsumu sobbed brokenly, heart wrenching cries leaving his parted lips.
“...”
“...Yer an idiot.”
Freezing, every sob died in Atsumu’s throat.
The familiar drawl, spoken with a Hyogo accent, hit him. The omega straightened up, sniffling, grip on Sakusa’s phone almost slipping. Hope rekindled and sparked in his chest.
Relief washed over him. Struggling to form a coherent thought, Atsumu whispered the first thing off the bat of his mind. 
“W-what’d yer say?”
An incredulous huff, filled with contained anger, rage and hurt, sounded from the other end of the line.
It was vehement. 
��I said, yer an idiot, 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦,” Osamu hissed, voice cracking, “Yer a fuckin’ donut.”
Atsumu did not know what triggered the floodgates and dams in his tear ducts to open, but he broke down upon hearing those words. He choked on a watery laugh.
Perhaps it was the memories of Osamu calling him just that, pulling his hair in retaliation, back when they were still pups who had yet to present, and Atsumu shoved him down a dirt path. Perhaps it was the flashback of Osamu chiding him for getting a cut for wielding a kitchen knife wrongly, back when he was learning how to cook from his talented young chef of a brother. Perhaps it was the recollection of Osamu urging him to find a better partner.
Atsumu should have listened. 
“How could ya just… Yer left for 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴,” Osamu spat, tone harsh and bitter, “Ma, Rintarou… Damn it! We- 𝘐 thought I'd lost yer, Tsumu.”
Atsumu soaked in every word, heart torn into shreds at how Osamu’s voice wavered, got more gravelly and choked up.
He missed Osamu. He missed bantering with his brother, calling each other names in endearment and making up, no matter how poorly their arguments ended. He missed sharing his deepest secrets with his twin, even when Osamu teased him, before giving good, brotherly advice. 
He'd missed Osamu.
They were twins at the end of the day, joined at the hip. They never let one stray away from the other. The bond they shared was one that was unbreakable. They always had each other's back. Yet, the past five years had caused them to drift apart.
Osamu had tried to convince him that something felt off about his partner, and he should reconsider moving in with Nao. Even Suna, his twin’s mate, had looked on at his relationship with concern, pulling him aside to talk, after seeing a strange bruise on his arm.
Atsumu should have really listened.
Not bothering to muffle any of his cries, a gibberish mix of heartfelt apologies and his brother’s name tumbled out of his lips. 
“‘mu,” Atsumu hiccuped, face red and blotchy from crying, “S-Samu, I'm so sorry. I-I was… I was terrified.”
Osamu’s breath hitched over the line. His voice tumbled out with an urgency and a low, protective growl.
“What happened, Tsumu? Don't even think about protecting that scumbag alpha. He hurt yer didn't he?” Osamu snarled, “What about Nao? Is he.. Is my little pumpkin okay?”
Atsumu sniffled, smiling weakly. Nodding, he remembered that his twin couldn't see him. 
Osamu had always been a doting uncle towards Nao. His brother was his very first pillar of support, back when he found out that he was going to be a single parent. Encouraging him every step of the way alongside Suna and his ma, Atsumu made it through that dark period, only to wind up in an even darker pitfall- a deceptively nice alpha whom he'd ended up having an unhealthy relationship with.
“He's okay, I made sure I kept him in the r-room when.. whenever 𝘪𝘵 happened,” Atsumu whispered, gnawing at his lower lip anxiously, “Samu, I.. I'm really sorry I couldn't call. 𝘏𝘦 broke my phone- threatened to hurt Nao... I couldn't sit by and do nothing, Samu.”
Osamu exhaled sharply. 
“Tsumu, what really happened to yer? How badly are ya… More importantly, where are yer now? Please tell me Nao and yer are safe.”
Atsumu made a sound of affirmation, purring at the scent of sandalwood surrounding him. He felt safe in Sakusa’s den.
“Samu, I'm safe. Yer won't believe it, but… I think I found my fated pair,” Atsumu mumbled almost shyly, excitement rippling in his chest, replacing all anxiety and worries.
The line went silent momentarily.
“Atsumu, this isn't a good time to be shitting me,” Osamu sighed softly, almost wearily.
Atsumu would have pouted and shoved his twin in person, for ever doubting him. Then again, all his exes had been absolute trash.
“Samu… Omi has only been kind, considerate and doting. Even though we just met, I don't understand it myself, Samu. I doubted it too. Y’know, being an omega like myself, but he accepted me as I am, helped me, and Nao really likes him,” Atsumu murmured softly, "𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴 him."
Heart warming in his chest, just thinking about the alpha, Atsumu continued, “Sakusa makes me feel like I'm wanted. Not just as an omega but… Me."
Osamu hummed, listening quietly. Something about the name ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’ made him feel uneasy.
“Atsumu, what did ya say his name was? This fated mate yer met?” 
Atsumu smiled fondly, rubbing at his wrist where his scent glands had been scent marked earlier. 
“Sakusa Kiyoomi.”
Something loud came clambering over the end of the line, followed by a curse.
"𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥, Tsumu, yer a huge, giant fuckin' donut."
The line went dead.
[Chapter XVIII]
Osamu was livid. Anger was an understatement. The furiousness coursing through his veins left him gripping onto the handle of his kitchen knife much harder than he was supposed to. Yet, a part of him also felt like it had been mended whole to a certain extent. A cold wave of instantaneous relief flooded his chest listening to an all-too familiar voice that belonged to his twin, Atsumu.
Osamu hated how he was naturally always so forgiving, always relenting to his brother’s whims, but the past three years had left him clinging to any hope that Atsumu was still alive. He hated how the prospects of losing his brother made him realise how he should’ve treasured Atsumu better. 
The past three years had taken away a piece of him, and left a gaping hole in his chest. He remembered spending nights in a frenzy, pacing around his room, worrying endlessly about Atsumu and Nao’s whereabouts. Each passing day his messages and calls went unanswered, the fear growing in his belly like a gestating foetus shifted into a mix of distress and apprehension. 
He had spent the initial weeks convincing himself that Atsumu was just busy, but his thoughts could not stop drifting back to the last time he saw his twin, sitting right next to his partner, looking painfully still and rigid, almost trembling in the firm hold wrapped around his wrist.
Osamu had always known something was up with Atsumu’s partner. He'd never liked the alpha or the way he looked at his twin, almost condescendingly, demeaningly, before an all too amiable, kind, boyish smile took over his features. 
“…’Samu.”
Osamu knew he was done for, when his vision blurred, eyes watering, nose stuffing up, a ball forming at the back of his throat. He wasn’t always a crier, Atsumu being the more dramatic twin who cried in his stead, but the bone deep weariness, throe and weight he had been carrying on his shoulders for the past three years lifted off immediately, knowing that Tsumu was safe. Tsumu was alright. Tsumu was alive. 
Atsumu, his twin, his other half, was okay. Nao, his little pumpkin, was also safe. 
Osamu’s hands shook, breathing coming out slightly uneven as he listened to his brother speak over the call in remorse, voice much softer than he’d remembered it being. 
It was a lot to take in.
Just what had Atsumu gone through to sound this beaten down, deflated and defeated? How could he have just disappeared with Nao, without a word? What did that man do to his twin? 
The mix of fury, disbelief and relief hearing Atsumu speak, morphed into utter shell shock and pure unadulterated wrath the moment his voice cracked, displaying all his grief, hurt and pain he had undergone. It was the barest hints of what Atsumu had gone through on a surface level, but Osamu knew better, swallowing the knot in his throat. Gone was the asperity in his tone, replaced by genuine concern for his twin’s wellbeing.
A monetary wave of guilt blanketed Osamu. He should’ve done better as a brother to keep Atsumu safe. He should’ve been firmer in conveying what he thought about Atsumu’s ex partner, after seeing all the alarming red flags. He should have never allowed his brother to see another man again, after his first ex boyfriend had treated him as a plaything, and left him with a pup. 
God- what had Osamu been doing? The muscles in his jaws tensed, pulling taut. His mind was kicking into overdrive, but he was thankful that his mate, Suna, was right there to ground him, keeping a steady hand on the small of his back, rubbing comforting circles, telling him that he wasn’t alone in this.
“Samu, love, I’m right here. Breathe, you’re dropping fast,” Suna murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss on his nape, rich pheromones enveloping him, reeling him in. 
Osamu nodded, inhaling sharply, breath catching in his throat for the umpteenth time, when Atsumu shared how he’d found his fated mate somehow, and fallen head over heels for this alpha who’d come to his saving grace and given Nao and him a place of shelter. Was his twin being an idiot? 
Osamu sighed in resignation. He could only grit his teeth, grip onto his kitchen knife harder and force himself to at least listen to what Atsumu had to say, even though a great sense of unease blanketed him at the mention of someone by the name of ‘Sakusa’ and ‘Omi’. 
Knife clambering the moment Atsumu revealed that the alpha who’d made him feel the butterflies was no one other than the Itachiyama syndicate’s young kumicho, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Osamu could only muster the first thing that came to his mind- calling Atsumu a fucking donut, because that was exactly what he was. 
How hadn’t his twin learnt from his past relationships? God- it was preposterous for Pete’s sake! What the fuck was Atsumu thinking? Was he even thinking? 
Osamu highly doubted so. Knees buckling under his weight after hanging up, he was held up by Suna, who turned him around and tucked him into his arms, running slim digits through his hair. 
“Who made you see hell and back, Samu?” Suna huffed, slightly bemused, tucking a stray hair behind Osamu’s ear. 
Osamu sighed, meeting his mate’s concerned gaze. 
“Tsumu- that 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘶𝘵,” He growled lowly, clinging onto Suna’s chest, “Three fucking years, Rin. That fucker- we were right. That motherfucker. That asshole we let Atsumu move in to, abused him.”
It was Suna’s turn to growl, in spite of the shock and disbelief that seemed to be running in his eyes.
“Is Nao and him okay?” Suna whispered, voice shaky, before it hardened with vehemence, “God- I swear I’m going to burn that fucking asshole alive if I ever see him.”
Osamu would have laughed seeing his mate being so protective of his twin, but he had a bigger concern to dwell over. 
“Rin, I don’t know what to do… Tsumu said Nao and him are with Sakusa Kiyoomi.” 
Suna’s eyes widened comically. 
“Ya have gotta be shitting me. What the fucking fuckity fuck?”
Osamu slumped over and laughed this time. Straightening up after a minute, he nudged his mate, with a small smile.
“Rin, didn’t ya say yer have a contact connected to Itachiyama? Ya might have to ask Kita and Aran first.”
Suna raised an eyebrow, humming.
“Mori?” 
Osamu nodded. 
“Yeah, that guy. Get us in touch if ya can. I need to meet Sakusa Kiyoomi and see that Atsumu and Nao are safe.”
//TBC
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violetsoju · 1 year
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"Help me."
You peer over your shoulder to the source of the voice, raising an eyebrow.
“Pretty please?”
“Well, ‘pretty’ meaning as in you. Pretty. Beautiful. Stunning. Gorgeous. Amazing. Jaw-dropping.”
Kuroo knows he has charmed his way with his silly request with your soft chuckles.
“You’re telling me,” You point your makeup brush at him, “As someone who wears a tie to work every day in a suit, you don’t know how to tie a tie?”
“Well, it’s a Saturday.” He reasons, taking small steps across the room towards you. “Ties are for working days. Today is a non-working day. So I’m afraid,” He presents the dark maroon tie before you with both hands as if on a silver platter. “It is out of my ability to tie a tie today.”
You stare at the tie in his hands for a few seconds, analysing his words while giving him a sceptical look.
The air is tense with unspoken words and judgement weighing down one another. Neither party backing down from the intense showdown.
“Fine.” You grab the tie from him. “I guess that’s a valid reason.”
It’s a mini celebration for Kuroo as he mutters a small “Yes” under his breath along with a small fist pump. “Thanks, dear. Love you-”
Unfortunately, his celebration is cut short when he sees that the piece of cloth handed over has now turned into a perfect tie.
He doesn’t even have time to recover from his shock when he finds it back in his hands, along with you stepping away from his line of sight.
“There you go, Mr. Out-of-Business-Hours,” You pat his shoulder as you turn back to your vanity table to continue with your makeup. “And why are you hunched like an old man? I know you’re 80 at heart but not physically yet. Posture is important.”
It’s complete silence after a minute. No fabric rustling sounds, no usual happy off-tune humming, no lame dad jokes. Nothing. You slowly put down your blush and turn around carefully.
A hunched stone statue stands behind you. You can’t decide if it’s a pleading look or a betrayed look. You blink, he blinks. You look at the tie, he looks at the tie. You look back up at him, he looks back up at you.
“What are you waiting for? Put it on.” You gesture with your hands to put the tie over your neck at him. “We don’t have much time left. Chop chop!”
That’s the last blow for Kuroo to turn into an absolute deflated balloon.
It’s only when you grab your bag, ready to head out the door when you realise him sitting at the edge of the bed. The maroon tie hangs a little loosely on his neck.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, bending over to fix his tie neatly.
The big pouty baby doesn’t look up to you and continues to stare at the corner of the room. “I thought you would help me tie my tie.”
“I did!”
“You didn’t.”
Kuroo heaves a heavy sigh at your quizzed look. He straightens his back, the little pout still on his lips, and clears his throat. “It should be like this.” He explains. “You,” He gestures to you, “Should drap the tie around my neck and tie it for me while I,” He gestures to himself, “Lower myself down for you to do so.”
“Like how they do it in dramas?” You deduce.
“Like how they do it in dramas!” He exclaims.
“No wonder you were hunched over like an old man just now.”
“Shut up.”
You sigh fondly at the man in front of you. “Aren’t you afraid that I’ll take the opportunity to take revenge for all the fart bombs you dropped on me by pulling the tie a little too tight?” You ask, faux innocence dripping from your sweet smile as you stroke the silky material on his neck.
His growing pout that’s about to fall off his lips tells you that’s enough teasing for the night.
“We’ll do that next time, okay? Come on, we’re running late for our reservation.” It takes all the might in you to wrap a long coat around the big grown man and drag him out of the house, his groans and nags flying out the door.
“Speaking of dramas, don’t guys tower over girls from behind to show them how to do something in order to get closer to them? Like, teaching them how to play a sport, making coffee, or whatever.” You ask as the both of you wait for the lift to arrive.
A small inaudible murmured “Yeah” floats in the cool Autumn air.
“Wait,” You turn him around to face you directly.
“Did you want a back hug instead?”
The sparkle in his eyes answers you, shrunken ears on the top of his head flipped back up like a switch immediately.
“If you want one, you should say so next time.” You hum knowingly, giving him a coy look.
“I want a back hug.” He affirms, his eyes gazing deep into yours with his decision written in it, never firm than ever.
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
Kuroo feels as if the world is all warm and beautiful again when he feels your body on his from behind, as if time has stopped and he has all the time in the world with you. His hands wrap over your arms as he rubs small circles on your skin with his thumb affectionately.
Two warm bodies sway from left to right gently along to the floor numbers flashing on the LED display. “And if you use the magic word,” You tiptoe to rest your chin on his shoulders, whispering in his ears. “There’s an additional bonus.”
“A back hug, pretty please.”
If there’s something that can’t be wiped off Kuroo’s face for the entire night ahead, it’s his dopey yet proud lovestruck grin, and the red lipstick stain on the side of his cheek that blossoms like the colour of his tie.
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wakatoshitiddies · 1 year
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#sakuatsu
MSBY in an interview
If you were stranded on an island, who would you eat first?
Hinata: 'tsumu
Bokuto: Tsum-tsum
Sakusa: Bokuto
Atsumu, forgot his mic was already on: You definitely enjoyed eating me last night.
Their PR team worked overtime for the whole week.
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koutarostiddies · 2 years
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What If...? Pt. 2
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Nishinoya and you are best friends and never once questioned anything about your friendship, until a series of questions ended up turning your friendship on it’s head. This will be a multi part fic since it got a bit long. In case anyone is wondering when it's not reader addressing him, I think it's less confusing reading 'Noya' instead of 'Yuu' when the sentence has 'you' in it as well. So for consistency I will do the same for the other characters.
CW: Mentions of cheating, nothing in depth. Here comes the smut. Female reader. Oral (f!receiving), penis in vagina sex, cum eating (Yuu has no qualms about it)
PT 1.
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"What if we have sex?" Was this going to be a new pattern for him? Was he always going to spring these questions on you before leaving the country? You supposed it was to avoid any awkwardness if there was a rejection or if things simply didn't work out, but there was also that small chance that maybe every time he was set to leave he wanted a little bit more from you.
"Ok, but promise me it won't be weird, that it won't affect our friendship," was once again the answer you gave.
It's not like you said yes out of pity – you said yes because since he had left after your first kiss you had started to wonder how it would be if you crossed that line as well. You supposed that if it wasn’t weird after the kiss how weird could it be if you had sex?
"Promise," he smiled as he held out his pinky waiting for you to hook yours around it. As soon as you did he pulled you onto his lap. "Promise I'll make it worth it." Noya was never one to break a promise. His hands were on your hips as he dragged you over his lap. He gently peppered kisses along your neck as he bucked into you. You knew you weren’t going to leave his place without a few marks to commemorate the line you crossed that night. His hand slipped under your shirt and with practiced precision your bra had been unhooked.
“You’re quite good with your hands,” you chuckle.
“I’ve had some practice,” he looked up at you scanning your face for any sign of discomfort or regret.
“Lucky girls.”
“So are you,” he added.
Before you knew it you back hit his mattress and he was on top of you. Both of your clothes were scattered across his bedroom floor. Everything moved so quickly, barely giving you time to process just exactly what was happening. One moment you were watching a movie, then you started to kiss so you supposed that was the next logical step. But was it really; how far into this hole did you both dig yourselves into?
You didn’t know what you were expecting when it came to sex with Noya. For so much of your lives Noya was the energetic friend everyone had. He was loud, aggressive, confident and always had your back. So it wasn’t a stretch to think that during sex he’d be confident, go hard and be focused on you. But what you didn’t expect was how featherlight his touches would be. How each gentle stroke from his fingers would leave you a panting mess. How each small circle he traced onto your skin left such a searing heat in its wake. Each small kiss he planted on the bare expanse of your body fanned the flames of passion within you. You found yourself begging him to just fuck you, to skip the teasing and get on with it.
“You’ve clearly never had a partner that focused on you,” he remarked as he kissed his way in between your legs.
“Yuu, I just–I can’t wait any longer, ok?” You turned your head in embarrassment, your body taking on a very faint hint of red when you heard his chuckle. He could’ve teased you for how coy yet desperate you were at that moment. How your body trembled at his every touch, but he wanted the only sounds coming from you to be those of pleasure.
You let out a loud gasp when you felt his hot tongue press against your clit. Immediately your fingers were tightening around his hair as his lips wrapped around your hardening bud. “Shit, Yuu.” You met his intense gaze as he started to slip in a finger past your wet folds. “You’re so wet already,” he said, placing small kisses to the inside of your thighs.
“I’m pretty sure it’s because I have someone that knows what he’s doing between my legs.”
“Maybe he’s just eager to please,” he smiled up at you before slipping in another finger.
Torture. It was a mix of teasing, torture and pure bliss that whole night. You never thought of Noya in a sexual light, but you were certain that after tonight there was no way you’d ever see him in any other way. It wasn’t just how deft he was with his fingers, or how hungry and passionate his kisses were, but the moment his cock pushed past your walls you were certain you saw heaven.
Maybe it was the build up to it all, all the teasing, the orgasm denial, the little jokes in between to calm you down, but you were certain you had never cum so hard and so often in your life. He wouldn't tell you–not so soon at least that that night was the best sex he had ever had with anyone. Noya liked to tease that it was because he was so skilled but the both of you knew it was much more than that.
He stayed inside you until he softened. Truth be told he would've liked to stay in until he was hard again, but he was too sensitive for another round and from the looks of it, so were you. He pulled out at a painstakingly slow pace and watched with a faint sense of pride as a mix of your juices dripped down onto your sheets. He ran his finger along your slit, collecting the remnants that dared escape you. It was warm and slippery, the evidence of the passion you shared so tangible and on his fingers.
"Yuu?" You grew nervous with each passing second. Did he regret the encounter after he adamantly promised that it wouldn't ruin anything? He brought his finger to his lips and sucked off the cum. You began to sit up but he simply placed his hand on your chest and shook his head. "I'm not done with you," his honeyed voice helped to soothe you, yet at the same time it made something tighten in your belly once more. He pulled you closer to him, he was the predator and you his willing prey. He only smirked at you before he ran his tongue over your sweat slicked body before he came back up to capture your swollen lips in his. You tasted him on your tongue, tasted you. He didn't shy away from anything when it came to something he was passionate about. He loved your taste, loved the heady mixture of both of you on his tongue. He'd never forget your taste as long as he lived and he'd cherish every opportunity he had to have you cumming on his tongue.
Your intense session ended with something more intimate, almost loving, but that was just you being hopeful you supposed. His fingers once more traced little patterns on your hot body. You laughed once you realized he was tracing his name over your hips.
"Your mine now. I've claimed you," he partially teased.
"I've always been yours. We're inseparable, remember?" You were both toeing a dangerous line. Skirting around your feelings, in denial of what would follow–what could possibly follow.
With a quick kiss to your lips, Noya broke the spell you both found yourselves under. “Are you able to make it to the bathroom if I start a bath for you? Or do you want me to carry you bridal style to the tub?” He laughed as you rolled your eyes.
“Give me a few minutes and I think I’ll be able to make it.” You weren’t.
Noya carried you to the bathroom, teasing you about looking like a baby deer trying to stand for the first time.
“Shut up, it’s your fault. The least you could do is carry me here.” You rolled your eyes as he sat you down on the edge of the tub.
“You want me to stay and help you wash up?”
“I’m not that bad off, Yuu.”
“Whatever you say, y/n.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and started to get up when he felt your hand on his wrist.
“Stay.” You ended up having sex once more.
The next morning you drove him to the airport. The ride wasn’t awkward, you had supposed after months of making out you had just accepted that a line was crossed and you might as well go with the flow. But in the absence of awkwardness grew something else, something more intimate.
“So when will I see you next?” You looked down at your interlocked fingers. It was getting harder and harder to say good-bye to your friend and you were beginning to think it was only you who was being plagued with the yearning that would accompany his absence.
“When I land I can always do a video call.”
“That’s not what I meant.” You hated that you were starting to sound like a girlfriend after just promising him that morning that the previous night didn’t change anything. You looked up at him as he thought it over. “Shouldn’t be too long this time. Might be my last trip; at least my last trip on my own.” He squeezed your hand before pulling you closer. “Don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone. I won’t be here to carry you to the bathroom.” He laughed as you slapped his arm.
“‘m gonna miss you, Yuu.”
“Yeah, I’ll be back before you know it.” You hummed as you felt his hand move to your neck before he pulled you in for a kiss. His kiss was different, not bad nor distant, just different. There was a longing in it; it lingered on your lips as if it was going to be the only thing of his you’d be able to hold onto until he returned.
Your phone calls lessened in frequency as the holiday approached. You knew you’d at least have Golden Week off, but it was the weeks that led up to it that were driving you insane. Despite all the craziness you managed to find yourself a boyfriend, but it wasn’t the same. He wasn’t Noya. You tried to avoid the subject but Tanaka, ever the best friend to Noya, let it slip after an especially long conversation about you.
This was the shortest of Noya’s trips so far. A month after you had last talked he was back home, or rather in your apartment. He didn’t tell you, at least not right away, that he came back so soon because Tanaka had mentioned that your boyfriend had cheated on you. It was true that his first instinct was to grab Tanaka and hunt down this asshole and kick his ass, but he knew you’d be upset – mostly because you weren’t invited, so he decided against it. Besides, he wanted to spend time with you. What kind of friend would abandon someone so important to him when they needed him the most?
Noya spent the week with you. You started to piece everything together and as much as you wanted to yell at Tanaka for not minding his own business you were thankful to have Noya back. Everything went back to normal in no time. Once again you were inseparable. No one would see the one without the other and if they did immediate concern would follow. You made sure to go to all the get-togethers with your old high school friends if only to piss off Tsukki each time you and Noya kissed. No one said anything, they didn’t have to, they just waited. Everyone waited for the two of you to finally realize that it wasn’t just the kissing and sex you had both longed for.
When you were finally ready to open up to him about what happened with your ex, Noya reached for your hand and kissed it. He pulled you onto his lap and let you cry into his shoulder as he comforted you. It wasn’t long after that he sprung another big question on you.
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Pt. 3
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laceymorganwrites · 2 years
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hq boys and how they text
A/N: this is a fun little mini collab with @miyaniacs that started out as me commenting: omg xy emoji reminds me of Bo. And then we just kept making hcs so...have those xD
Bokuto:
frequently used emojis: 💪🤩🥺👉👈😼🤣😥😲😭🥴😵🤠🤓🦄✨🙉🎉🐓👀😤
ALWAYS TEXTS IN ALL CAPS
doesthisannoyingthingtoo
always does typos cause he´s wayyy too excited 
and when he does the * he still gets it wrong
will send 10 minute long audios talking about nothing
also will keep every group chat updated about his day, checks in on everyone every 5 minutes
also in way too many group chats but too scared to leave them cause he doesn´t want ppl thinking he´s rude
Atsumu:
emojis: 💔💦💯🔥😎😥🥵🤫🥴🤙👅❤☕
texts ppl who are like 5 feet away from him to get him something (poor Osamu)
always gets left on read
then double texts like
hello?🥺 
r u mad at me?
flirts way too much but in a really direct way
is blocked by so many girls
he loves calling people and will annoy anyone when he´s bored
Tendou:
emojis: 👨‍🦯🦶👂✌🤘🥰😇🤠🙊✈🌜💁‍♂️🙆‍♂️🤦‍♂️🏃‍♂️😣😙
sends too many selfies
it´s like he´s vlogging cause he´s constantly sending pics to the gc 
has a bunch of rps going on and he´s super good at them (actually has good and interesting ocs)
sometimes speaks uwu just to annoy people
randomly quotes anime 
sends videos of himself talking rather than making audios 
makes such cute faces too
sigh, I love this man
Suna:
emojis:🤗🙄😬🤦‍♀️💅👁👄👁🤧🤰😈💀😾
this man is on his damn phone too much
yet never texts back
will literally take up to 3 weeks to reply
is on discord a lot and just trolls people
has the do not disturb thingie
only texts 3 ppl (Kita, Osamu, Aran)
has Atsumu blocked
the type of guy to have a drama channel
Oikawa
always on his phone
texts
like
this
his gallery is rlly neat
has an album for everything and way too many photos
has an album just for receipts of drama he thought would be more important than it rlly is
ootd pics to the gc
expects all the compliments
gets: u still ugly
KING OF FACE TIME
🥰😘😫🥺🥱🤗👽👄✨🔥🌶💖🧘‍♀️🖖👉👈☕
Sakusa
short answers
uses punctuation
has all gcs muted
only texts in there to roast Atsumu
leaves ppl on read all the time
except for Komori
sooo many unopened chats
only emojis are: ❤ and :) also 🙄
Tsukki
sassy all the way
only reads messages when they´re important
otherwise he just ignores it
🤦‍♀️💅😍🤢😉🙄👁👁🤷‍♀️
involuntarily is in a gc with Kuroo and Bokuto
has a secret meme chat with Akaashi and Yamaguchi
picks up on too much gossip amd doesn´t even wanna know about it
Ushijima
had Tendou explain his phone to him 
texts Oikawa at least once, showing him a picture of Shiratorizawa being like: this could´ve been you
is blocked now
does this thing where he overuses autocorrect and types the emoji instead of the word
🤠🍆 otherwise he rlly doesn´t use any
Filth stuff under the cut:
Bokuto
accidentally really good at sexting
doesn´t know what he´s doing but it works
keeps complimenting and praising you
has issues taking dick pics cause he can never get the right angle
always begs to have phone sex cause he gets too excited
wants to be on facetime with you all the time
okay but how can someone be so beautiful when they cum? and his moans are feral, will just stare at you all hazed 
talks a lot during everything, just tells you how amazing it feels at all times
Atsumu
thinks he´s good at sexting 
but tries too hard
legit just fuckboy energy
but we all know he´s just a sweet soft boy who wants to know if his dick if pretty cause he´s insecure abt it
texting game isn´t strong
BUT HIS PICTURE GAME 👀👀👀
would actually ace it once he had sex since his texting game would just....oof it´s so good
also not as awkward anymore
Tendou
sexting with him is so much fun
it´s super chill and lighthearted
tells you how good you make him feel
if you ever have phone sex he will moan just for you (usually he doesn´t cause he doesn´t see the point in it)
somehow it feels more intense with you watching him and touching yourself to him
gets his confidence (and dick) up
would be up to try everything with you, just gets so excited abt you overall
Suna
he WILL leave during a session to make food or smth 
one time he forgot about you and just went back to gaming
kind of lackluster at times
you really have to initiate the convo
but he makes up for it with nice pics and vids
has a really pretty dick
somehow he takes really good pictures but without any effort
would do it on facetime and let me tell you:
prettiest moans
intense af eyes
THAT FUCKING SMIRK WHEN U CUM FOR HIM
Oikawa
never really shows his dick
partly because of bad experiences and cause of insecurities 
makes you feel things by just his words
actually will either smirk like the little bitch he is or have a super cute soft smile on his face
probs has his phone in his one hand and is throwing a volleyball up and down in the other
sooo many adjectives to describe exactly what he´ll do to you
Sakusa
sends a pic of him in only sweats, hand on his cock and tells u to come over
or a random: I need to feel your mouth around me
´why do you want me to send a picture of my hand?´
can get really filthy, taking you by surprise
call him sir and watch him flip the switch
when he´s comfortable enough with you he will tell you all his dirty secrets
Tsukki
phone sex
teases you about being horny and needy
then supresses his own moans 
makes you tell him what you want him to do
maybe he´ll reward you with a picture
never starts anything since he doesn´t wanna seem needy
but every time you sext or have phone sex he´s like super petty at first
being all like: aww you just can´t get enough of me~ what took you so long this time?
Ushijima
straight up dick pics or his abs/veiny arms
would send you pics after/while he works out and turns you on without intending to
accidentally leaves you on read after you call him out for it
kinda internal panic because...we all know this man is awkward asf
so you have to guide him through, tell him what you want him to do and what you wanna do to him
is kinda embarrassed the first few times, but slowly enjoys it more and more
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First Sentence Game
tagged-ish by @emdashingly Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
Kate's additional rule: you don't have to tag people, that's silly. Although... @ftld42 @mercrediad @bluewhispersandabsinth and also any other hq writers that I haven't found on tumblr yet!
These are not cherry-picked, these are my genuine most-recent ten.
“I might, um. I might go overseas.”
-from if there are monsters (iwaoi, rated e)
“Listen, Kuroo, I’m sorry to do this.”
-from choices were made, feelings were felt, punches were thrown (krtsk, rated t)
WINNER:
“I’m telling you,” says Kuroo as they get off the bus. “You could have slept with him if you wanted to.”
-from Shoulder Exercises (krtsk, rated e)
“Kuroo?” It’s Yachi. She seems to be shouting into her phone over quite a lot of noise. “Um, what are you doing right now?”
-from Wait Until Tomorrow (krtsk, rated m)
They haven't kept in touch since high school, but it doesn’t seem to matter.
-from Oops (krtsk, rated e)
Yaku is the first to say something about it, and not very gently, either.
-from Tsukki Makes His Own Decisions (krtsk, rated t)
“This summer is so fucking boring,” Atsumu whines. “Let’s do something.” As though he wasn’t the one sprawled across the entire fucking couch.
-from Playing It Cool (snos, rated t)
“Hey. Bokuto. Hey!” Kuroo kicks him in the leg. “You can’t fall asleep in here.”
-from Specifically Wonderful and Perfect (bkak, rated e)
“You have beautiful eyes,” Kuroo whispers. “Like honey.”
-from Who Could Resist? (krtsk, kenhina, rated m)
Training camp practices always ended the same way. Kuroo would shout, “See you next time, Tsukki!”
-from Worth It (krtsk, rated t)
And now, because I don't like rules, a couple of honorable mentions:
Most impactful:
from Feelings Spilling Out Like Light (bkak, rated t)
When Bokuto hears Akaashi actually say it, he nearly throws up.
from Feelings Spilling Out Like Light (bkak, rated t)
“Listen.” Tsukishima takes a nervous breath. “I apologize in advance for Suga.”
-from on camera (krtsk, rated e)
Most misleading:
Why were there so many damn tornados?
-from Now Hold Out Ten Fingers (daisuga, rated t)
Honorable mention for just, being a classic:
“Listen.” Tsukishima takes a nervous breath. “I apologize in advance for Suga.”
-from on camera (krtsk, rated e)
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heich0e · 5 months
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“Miya-san!”
Osamu’s head swivels towards the sound, and he spots you right away even though you weren't the one who called for him.
You’re a few metres down the road, sitting on a bench in front of a bustling restaurant, slumped over onto the shoulder of your junior who seems to be doing everything he can to keep your head tipped up against his arm. Kimura, the name Osamu had once been introduced to him as at one of the events your company held, has blushy cheeks when the older man approaches—he seems flushed due both to being flustered and a little tipsy, and the knot of his tie is loosened at the base of his throat.
“Kimura-kun,” Osamu greets him with a dip of his head as he approaches, his eyes scanning your seemingly sleeping face. “She asleep?”
“No,” you slur in reply, but your eyes stay closed. Osamu’s not certain it’s the truth, and even less certain you realize he’s the one who said it.
“I-it’s all my fault,” Kimura squeaks, looking increasingly like he might burst into tears. “They were trying to make me drink more, but Senpai kept switching out our glasses when the other section leads weren’t looking.”
“Yeah, that sounds like somethin’ she’d do,” Osamu replies with a fond but exasperated sigh.
“I’m sorry for contacting you so late,” Kimura says, flinching as you slump away from him unexpectedly in your drunken stupor. Osamu is quicker to react than the younger man, stepping in and catching you in the crook of his elbow before you can go toppling off the bench onto the sidewalk. He keeps you steady.
“Don’t apologize, I appreciate ya callin’ me to come get her—and thanks fer lookin’ after her,” he says down to the younger man, who seems relieved now not to be responsible for keeping you upright. “Tell her to bring ya by the shop for a meal sometime as payback. She owes ya one.”
Kimura’s eyes widen and he shakes his head like he couldn’t possibly accept, but before he can decline the offer Osamu turns his attention back to you. With an arm wrapped around your waist, he gently pries you from your seat.
“Up ya go,” he mutters encouragingly as he eases you onto your feet.
Your eyes flutter slowly open, looking around blearily for a moment as you take in your surroundings.
“Samu?” you ask, his name slurred on your alcohol loosened tongue. You perk up noticeably in his arms once you realize just who’s holding you. “What are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take ya home, Cinderella,” he says with a light laugh as your fingers twist into the material of his sweatshirt against his chest. He looks to Kimura again, who’s also risen to his feet now. “We’ll be off, then.”
“Thank you, Miya-san!” Kimura bows deeply forward, a nearly perfect 45 degree angle at his waist.
He’s a sweet kid, Osamu can’t help but think, even if does follow you around like a puppy.
Osamu helps you down the sidewalk towards his waiting truck, then up into your seat on the passenger’s side. He makes quick work of buckling you into your seatbelt even as you squirm counterproductively, then he jogs swiftly around to his own side of the truck and climbs in behind the wheel.
Kimura waves from outside the restaurant as the truck pulls away.
“Seems like ya had fun tonight,” Osamu remarks as he drives in the direction of your home. You hadn't even wanted to attend this work gathering, but had been forced to by your director. Now look where it had gotten you.
You’re fiddling with the controls of the radio, stations crackling in and out as you switch rapidly through the channels. 
“Drank too much,” you complain, settling on a talk radio station (of all things) that seems to be midway through discussing prefectural bylaws.
“Don’t I know it,” Osamu quips in reply and you swat at him harmlessly over the centre console with a laugh.
You’re turned in your seat, your body facing in his direction, watching him as he keeps his eyes on the road. He can feel your gaze tracing over him, but doesn’t glance back.
“Hey,” you whisper, something conspiratorial in your tone. “Wanna know a secret?”
“Sure thing,” he plays along with your antics, fighting back a grin.
It’s silent for a moment—only the voices on the radio discussing trash collection to be heard. Osamu pulls up to a red light, and finally looks over to meet your gaze.
Your eyes are glassy and a bit unfocused, but they’re bright with affection.
“I have a crush on you,” you tell him with a giggle.
Osamu’s chest pangs.
The light turns green.
“Well,” he remarks, returning his gaze to the road ahead and proceeding through the intersection. “That’s good.”
From the corner of his eye, he sees your shoulders slump dejectedly. 
“I’m being rejected,” your next words are positively morose. You turn away from him and lean your body over to the side. He hears a loud thump as your forehead head hits window on your right.
“Hey!” Osamu chides you in concern, reaching out and grabbing the collar of your blouse to tug you up a little straighter. It’s not the most elegant motion by any means, but he’s fairly limited with his other hand on the wheel and his eyes still on the road.
“Owww,” you complain, rubbing your forehead weakly. You bat the hand he has clutching the collar of your shirt away. “You’re so mean.”
“How’m I mean?” Osamu guffaws beside you.
“I just confessed my love for you, and all you had to say is ‘that’s good’!” You turn your body in your seat to waggle an unsteady but judgemental finger at him. “A woman’s heart is a precious, fragile thing, y’know!”
“There’s nothin’ fragile about ya,” Osamu mutters under his breath, thinking about how much you had to drink that night as a prime example of this fact. “Yer tough as a brick wall.”
“Mean!” you jeer at him again, your mouth agape in the wake of his words.
Osamu flicks his turn indicator on before he pulls his truck over to the curb, putting it into park. You’ve stopped outside a convenience store, and when he turns to look at you, the fluorescents from inside the shop bathe you in a backlit halo where you sit in the passenger seat.
He grabs your hand. The one you still have lifted to point at him.
“D’ya see this?” he asks, holding your hand up in front of your face. The ring on your fourth finger catches in the glow of the convenience store lights.
Your eyes widen.
Osamu holds up his left hand where there’s a ring that matches your own.
“I said it’s good y’got a crush on me ‘cause we’re married, dummy.”
Your lips form a surprised little ‘o’ as your eyes flicker rapidly from the band on your finger to his own and back again. 
After a moment you grin, your eyes squeezing shut with how high your cheeks lift. “What a relief!”
Osamu is quick inside the store, just popping in to buy a vitamin drink for you and a pack of cigarettes for himself. He doesn’t smoke as much these days—you’d nag him incessantly if he did—but every so often he gets a craving, and tonight is one of those instances. 
The two of you sit side by side on the curb in front of the shop, the truck parked a little ways down the road. 
Osamu takes a drag of his cigarette, sighing in contentment with wispy plumes of smoke slipping from his lips. He peeks over at you from the corner of his eye. 
“Ya feelin’ better?” he asks.
You’ve got the little bottle of vitamin drink cradled in your hands, working your way through it slowly. You hate the taste of them, he knows that, but you’d regret it more tomorrow morning if you didn’t force it down tonight. You nod a bit, and seem to have sobered up in the time since Osamu arrived to take you home.
“This reminds me of when we first started datin’” Osamu laughs to himself. And he means it. Everything about it. Being out so late. The taste of the tobacco on his tongue. The way you keep creeping a little bit closer to him unconsciously, as though his space isn’t already yours to freely take. “I can’t believe ya forgot we’re married.”
You groan in embarrassment. “I’m sorry.”
He bites back a grin, trying not to revel too much in your misery.
“And I’m sorry I made you come pick me up,” you mumble after a moment, taking another sip from the little bottle in your hand and wincing against the bitterness. “I planned to just take a cab.”
“It was that little junior of yours who contacted me,” Osamu laughs, lifting the cigarette to his lips and holding it there while he rifles in his pocket for his phone. He holds the device out so you can see the conversation where your subordinate had commandeered your phone, remorsefully messaging Osamu asking him to come and collect you from the bar. He’d even used a funny little sticker of a bunny with tears in his eyes bowing apologetically—it bears a striking resemblance to Kimura himself. 
“That kid,” you sigh, shaking your head lightly as you rub your temple. Your eyes suddenly widen and your face snaps towards your husband. “Wh—“
“Tsumu’s there watchin’ ‘em,” Osamu laughs, reaching up and plopping a hand down atop your head. “Not that there’s much to watch since they’re in bed. He was still at the house when Kimura-kun messaged me.”
You lean into Osamu's touch as you think of your twins at home, tucked up in the little bed they share, and it makes your heart ache a little bit. You wonder if you’ll be able to creep in and give them a kiss goodnight when you get home without waking them. 
You go terribly quiet for a moment, and Osamu finishes his cigarette. He stamps it out on the curb beside him and then slips the extinguished stub back into the pack to throw into an ashtray later.
“Samu?” you call to him, your voice quiet.
He glances over at you, and sees the way you’ve wrapped your arms around your knees. The anxious posture worries him.
“I didn’t forget you, I promise,” you whisper. “It’s just… sometimes I think this is all too good to be true.”
Your husband watches as you admire the ring on your finger that reflects the streetlight overhead.
Osamu smiles to himself, scooting closer to you on the curb.
“I know,” he reassures you, wrapping an arm around your waist and tucking you into his side. Your head naturally falls to his shoulder. Familiar and instinctive. “I was just teasin’ ya.”
You smell like alcohol. He’s sure he smells like cigarettes. You're in rumpled business casual, and he's dressed in the sweats he planned to wear to sleep. He reaches over and takes your left hand in his own—your wedding rings overlapping. And for a moment, in spite of all the ways the two of you have changed over the years and all the ways that life is different now, everything is exactly how it’s always been.
He tilts his face and presses a lingering kiss to your temple.
‘I’ve got a crush on ya too, by the way.”
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Trick or treat - AsaSugaDai
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU (I’ll use a random generator to pick trick or treat) send me “trick or treat” and a character(s) or ship in my inbox and I’ll write you a short little thing (I’ll be doing these all of October so send away!)
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“Maybe self-improvement isn’t the answer,” Daichi says as he drops his backpack onto the floor and kicks it a few times for good measure.
“Self-destruction it is,” Koushi calls from the bedroom.
“How about not?” Asahi asks.  “I feel like that is kind of an extreme.” 
Daichi shuffles over and flops onto the couch next to him, curling up tight against Asahi’s side with a pout.  A few seconds later Koushi joins them.
“I don’t think it’s that much of an extreme,” Koushi grumbles.
“You also think that applesauce should have actual chunks of apples in it and mages and wizards are the same thing.”  Asahi sticks his tongue out at the face Koushi makes at him.
“My opinions are not invalid, Asahi.”
“Nope.  Just slightly skewed and more than a little questionable at times.”
“You’re the one who doesn’t like to step on—”
“Can we get back to my personal crisis now?” Daichi wiggles around until he’s fully tucked between the two of them.  “And get back to the bickering slash foreplay between you two later?”
“Just because you asked so nicely,” Koushi teases.  He kisses Daichi’s forehead.  “What’s got you so out of sorts today?”
“Shitty day in class.  Shitty day at the gym.  Shitty day all around.”
Asahi tugs Daichi closer and plants his own kiss on Daichi’s temple.  Daichi sinks into the couch cushions with a sigh.  Asahi shares a look with Koushi; it’s not a content sigh, not yet, but they can fix that.
“Are we combating the shittiness with scary movies, overly sugary expensive coffee from Yui’s shop, too much candy, or junk food?” Koushi asks.
“Or do we need to take a quick trip out of town and hit up the woods behind Chikara’s place?  Go frolicking in the woods and stomp on some crunchy leaves and find some shiny rocks?” Asahi offers.
“Yes,” Daichi says.
They grab coffees to-go from Yui’s shop, along with two bags of sugary pastries and a couple pocketfuls of candy, and head for Chikara’s house.  After a few hours spent wandering through the trees and stepping on every crunchy leaf on the path they shuffle into Chikara’s house and take over his spare bedroom, collapsing together in a pile of limbs buried under a pile of blankets.  Asahi buries his face in Koushi’s neck and hides behind Daichi’s broad shoulders when the jump scares get to be too much.
When Chikara pokes his head in just after midnight Daichi gives him a sleepy smile, Koushi and Asahi curled around him fast asleep.
“Want to watch the last movie with me?” Daichi asks.  
Chikara glances at the tv and shrugs.
“Why not?  I haven’t seen this one in a long time.”  He flops himself across the foot of the bed.
Daichi wakes up warm.  Asahi’s breath is warm and damp against his throat.  Koushi’s breath is that odd mix of warm and cool against his stomach.
He takes a breath and smiles.
Today will be a good day.
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tteokdoroki · 2 years
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— DUMMY DADDY + tobio kageyama.
↳ warnings: fluff, parent!au, reader is a mother, i just wanted to write tobi as a daddy !!! pls he’s so cute i love him so so much. your baby boy says his first word and it’s not what either of you expect.
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“it’s going to be mama,” you tell kageyama matter of factly. “his first word is going to be mama.”
you don’t need to look at the setter to know that he’s glaring daggers into your back while you prepare a fruitsnack for your baby boy. “how do you know that?” the glares only continue when you turn, holding out a bowl of mushed apples and peach to your son as he gargles happy sounds towards his parents.
“mother’s intuition, tobio.”
your husband scoffs, snatching the bowl from you so you have both your hands to take a seat at the table— sitting on the other side of your baby’s high chair. “well,” he starts. “you’re wrong, s’gonna be papa. ain’t that right lil’ man.” the man coos, hand becoming an aeroplane and garnering the interest of his carbon copy as he spoons the crude baby food mix past tiny lips and into a slobbering mouth. he claps chubby hands down on his high chair, kicking socked feet out when tobio spoon feeds him again. “see? daddy’s his favourite.”
“whatever,” you huff, but you don’t fight the smile that tugs on your lips watching the two of them interact. if tobio is your sun; then your little thirteen month old is your husband’s stars moon and night sky. he’s been kageyama’s favourite person since he was just a twinkle in either of your eyes— since you held up three pregnancy tests over a shitty facetime call when your husband was abroad, playing for his Italian team.
they’ve been inseparable since his birth, as soon as your boy was able to leave the house tobio had his baby carrier court side during practices for the Olympic team. your baby would laugh loud and proud whenever his daddy made super high jumps and sets for uncle hinata, whenever he and uncle tsumu got into little squabbles on the court. your baby smiles just like tobio does when you take him to italy for his first birthday— they’re the spitting image of each other, you’d find that with a quick swipe through your camera roll.
two sets of sapphire blue eyes and mops of black fluffy hair— it’s almost unfair how identical they are, he’s just barely got the slope of your nose and your lopsided smile and somehow the beauty mark you have dotting your left cheek, but still. he’s yours, and tobio’s a product of your love that your husband had cried over when he came into the world silent and not screaming like you’d hoped. only for a minute though, you’d later discover through sleepless nights that your son had a set of pipes on him.
oh how little kageyama had grown, how he’d changed your life as well as his daddy’s… so to you, it didn’t matter what his first word was— not really. it was just another moment for you to treasure and admire your boys.
“tell mama that i’m your favourite,” tobio grins, tickling your chubby little baby till you’re sure his cheeks are sore and you hum in content, resting your own cheek on the seat of your palm.
“not gonna happen, tobi, he’s a mama’s boy,” you interject and reach up, twirling a black strand of baby hair between your fingers. “say mama f’me honey,” it’s your turn to coo, lifting yourself from your seat to press kisses all over the right side of your son’s face.
kageyama mimics you, taking over the left side so that no area of your son’s face goes untouched. “nuh uh, we’ll see about that—!” neither of you expect the baby hand to slap down into his bowl of mush causing it to fly up and everywhere— smacking the father of your child in the face and ruining your counter tops. your baby squeals in amusement, slapping his dirty hands everywhere at the sight of his messy parents.
“no baby, don’t do that,” you whine, already reaching for the paper towels to clean both of your boys up. “so silly, huh baby?”
big blue eyes look up at you with unadulterated innocence— as if he hasn’t just destroyed your kitchen and ruined kageyama’s favourite shirt but you can’t stay mad at him, letting your pro volleyball player husband wipe the mush from his hands and face.
“you’re lucky your mum loves you bud, not even i could get away with this.”
“d-du!” your baby squeals back, making both you and kageyama freeze in your place— slowly looking back to him as he sweetly stumbles over his first word. “du-! duuu!”
you whip out your phone faster than you can say your son’s name— smiling at him encouragingly while he looks between his unsuspecting parents. “go on baby!! say mama, ma-ma!”
“nuh uh, daddy…da-da!”
your son blinks slow and then says. “dum’ass!”
tobio kageyana has never been more in fear of his life than he had right now— your gaze burning a hole in his shoulder while your baby gets his hands dirty in the moosh on his baby chair. “it was nice knowing you, baby.” the setter says solemnly, pinching his son’s cheeks.
“dududu—dum’ass!!”
“tobio—“
“dum’ass!”
kageyama squishes your baby’s face together in desperation, as you put away your phone to finish cleaning up. “c’mon sweetheart, you wanna grow up with your dad in your life don’cha?” he pulls your baby into his lap, making him wave to you on behalf your husband who’s matching blue gem eyes are begging for your forgiveness. “‘m sorry mama!” tobio coos in a baby voice.
“du’mmy!”
“you’re really hitting the nail on daddy’s coffin baby,” you can’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the pair, ruffling two sets of beautiful black locks and pressing kisses to their faces— an extra long, sloppy lingering one under tobio’s ears. “but i’ll deal with that later, sweetheart. you really need to stop calling uncle hinata names when you take our baby to practice.” you scold him.
but you’re hardly serious, not when your boys look at you with mischievous and loving blue eyes.
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justmywriting1313 · 2 years
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Aggressively affectionate (sakusa x reader)
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Boyfriend! Kiyoomi seems like the kind of partner who would aggressively baby you especially if he deems you as someone who isn't very good/ capable of taking care of themselves. The entire time he would be shaking his head, a perpetual frown on his face as he tucks you in and mutters under his breath, “silly girl... going and making me care for you and then love you only to be a complete idiot... You can’t go make me love you and then be incapable of keeping yourself alive... smh”
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Boyfriend! Kiyoomi whose gut has been twisting in worry for the past couple of weeks because he has watched you overwork yourself to the point of complete incoherency. He hasn’t said anything yet because so far you have always been the one to remind him of his limits but even that has been mild because lets face it, omi-omi is a fairly balanced person. However you guys are still new to this and the boundaries haven’t been placed so he doesn’t know when and where he can step in.
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who borders on speeding when he gets a call from your co-worker wondering if he could come pick you up since you kind of blacked out for a while. For the first time he feels angry when he walks up to your table, gathering a listless you into himself and practically carrying you reassuring your boss and friends that he has this handled.
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who settles you into his car, getting into his own seat and slamming the door shut. For a minute or two there is silence as he takes a moment to gather his thoughts while you did everything to avoid looking at the seething man next to you. He finally turned to you, dark eyes glistening with unreserved care and concern as he grabbed your chin with a firm, not forceful grip,
“I have tried to be patient... I really have... I have tried to do this the easy way for many reasons... we are still new to this and you are kind of a flight risk with relationships but I’m over it... I care about you too much to see you overwork yourself... so we are going to go home, you will stay over with me where I can keep on you and you are going to listen and do everything i say Y/N L/N... Am I clear?” 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who ignores your grumbling about his use of your full name. Once he gets his agreement he is placing a kiss on your pouty lips before driving of to his apartment. His movements are firm and a little rough but not forceful as he drags you in by the upper arm. Sitting you down on his couch and placing painkillers for your headache, a much too large bottle of water and a couple of granola bars in-front of you. Before putting on a show for you, something lighthearted no matter how much you wanted to watch greys anatomy.
“I am going to fill a bath for you and set out some clothes... if the water and granola bars aren’t finished by the time I’m back...” 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who sets his entire house up, filling the bath up, setting a set of his own clothes out for you, getting some of the prep for a good meal done as he waits for you to finish what he gave you, his observing eyes never leaving you for too long. Just this took the little energy you had gotten in the car out of you as Kiyoomi carried you to the bathroom. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi whose actions become oh so gentle as he gently stands you up on two feet as he raises your arms for you. Soft voice as he calls you all the nicknames under the sun when your eyes get a little teary and you beg to just lie down on the floor and go to sleep, even if it is in the bathroom. He gets down on his knees and looks up at you with soft eyes as he watch you sob. Even as he helps you out of your skirt and panties. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who gets you into the water and with gentle strokes he washes your hair for you. Even as you sob into your hands and knees. Every cry bringing you closer to exhaustion. Kiyoomi would just sit and hear it all as he moves you into different positions, scrubbing your back and arms for you. Hands gliding across your stomach and down your legs as you loll your head back to look at him as he rinses you of. 
“‘M sorry ya had to take care of me Kiyo-kun”
“sweetheart wether you like it or not I’m here... and I’m not going anywhere and that means i get to take care of you and its something I want... You will never have to be sorry for it... cause its what I want to do”
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who wraps you up in a fluffy towel and takes you to bed where he dresses you up in his shirt that was one size too big. The collar dropping making you swim in it. He pulls one of his boxer briefs up your legs since his sweats were too big and falling off. Your Kiyo-kun who sits you down on the edge of the bed and rubs moisturiser into your legs as you grip a pillow in your arms. He lets his lips trail up your calf as he does so.
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who drags you to the couch sitting you on the floor in between his legs as he uses a towel and then hair dryer to dry your hair. Smiling softly when he watches your head lol onto his knee as you almost fall asleep. Before he gets up to get your food for you. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who suddenly goes back to angry when you refuse to eat. His eyes getting fiery as he ignores your whines that make false promises about eating when you wake up. Instead grabbing the chop sticks and feeding you himself. His face is still angry but inside he is chuckling a little as you pout all through the meal, huffing into your hands as you chew the bite of rice and meat he had forced you to eat. Once again a little teary eyed and red cheeked. You really were a cry baby when you were tired but Kiyoomi was far from upset with that discovery. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who leads you back to the bathroom where he sits you up on the counter handing you a toothbrush as he takes the fastest shower of his life not wanting to leave you too long. He comes out of the glass cubicle only to see you having fallen asleep while brushing and all he can do is sigh as he brushes his own teeth and changes before finally letting the both of you collapse into bed. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who wraps you and himself up like a burrito before finally taking a deep breath of relief at finally having you back in his arms knowing you were well taken care of safe. His mind wandering to all the ways he never wants this to happen again as he presses kisses to your temple as he breathes you in. The soft glow of the night light he thought it best to leave on, highlighting your dark circles and sallow complexion that had his heart plummeting. 
Boyfriend! Kiyoomi who airs out his grievances about how annoying you could be like this through whispered grumblings against your skin as he relaxes at finally having his missed intimacy with you. He also whispers out all of his promises about how when you failed to take care of yourself he would always step up no matter how annoyingly incapable you were because you are his to love and care for and he knew he could learn to be the best at that just like he was the best at Volleyball, 
“You are annoying... You are annoying and a cry baby and clumsy and careless with your safety and rash and reckless and I’m still shocked you have come this far alive somehow... You in all your delicate easily hurt yet having to do everything glory are annoying... But you’re still my person and if you are going to fail oh so miserably at keeping yourself alive thats fine... i’ll do it... cause you are all of these things but most of all you are mine... mine to care for, mine to love and mine to look after...I swear to god though, if you ever let it get this bad again I swear I will actually buy you one of those tracking apps and hound you all the time like a helicopter parent”   
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This is very much trash and a good example of what happens when i’m rushed by anyone for something... even by myself but I have been in soft Kiyoomi hours for days now so here we are 
enjoyyyy and as always please comment, like and request stuff
okieee bye <3
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taeyamayang · 2 years
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hii ! hope you're having a wonderful day
could I request a scenario for Kenma and his fem!s/o that is actually a streamer ? she's very admirative of him but doesn't want to appear on his channel nor have any promotion from him so that she feels like she deserves her small community !! if you'd like to add a few hc or other ideas you're absolutely free to do so ! as a small streamer I'm really curious about what their dynamic would be like :D
–🎙️anon bc having a signature is coool
streamer!kenma dating a streamer
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tags: fluff! | scenarios | female reader | romance | timeskip kenma | aged up | streamer!kenma
a/n to 🎙anon: thanks for taking your time to request, love. i hope you like this! (i'm vsnsbs i don't know if i did well but-) also, i absolutely i adore the signature, hope to hear more from you soon! :)
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streamer!kenma has millions of viewers on twitch and youtube. his videos go viral and his tags effortlessly hit the top trending list on twitter but his identity outside live streams remains a mystery, except for you.
streamer!kenma is very much different from who is when the camera is on his face. some claim that he is secretly an outgoing guy who spends his spare time on clubs (similar to many gamers out there) or a serial flirt who can easily woo a woman. their fantasies turn him into their own versions of a "hot" man.
but for you, streamer!kenma is truly 'hot' when he is freshly out of the bed, dragging his feet to the kitchen, and instantly smiling at you when he sees you flipping eggs. he is hot he wraps his arms around your waist as he nuzzles his face between the crook of your neck and shoulder, mumbling "goodmorning" against your exposed skin before sealing it with a kiss.
streamer!kenma is also hot when he's awkward, like a cat with its tail tucked between its legs when strangers come up to him. he absolutely hates taking photos yet you find it adoring that he considers doing so for his followers. on top of that, you love seeing a soft blush on his cheeks whenever he gets shy when someone comes up to him screaming and babbling about how they love him. on the other hand, he goes all out when someone recognizes you. he proves to them that he is your number one supporter, pulling out his phone to insist on taking a photo of you and your viewer. to him, it is a question why people are drawn to him but to you it's obvious. in his perspective, you are easy to love and your comfort is what reels people inㅡthe main reason why he fell for you.
streamer!kenma doesn't get why you refuse to appear in his streams. he isn't aware of the impact he has in the gaming world. to him, he's just a regular guy and his mere existence won't make any difference. but he loves playing games with you and since you can't play together in your streams he came up with a sneaky plan. when he knows you're live he uses his "not-so-obvious" other account and takes advantage of it. you know his other username besides his official one even if he denies it's him. i mean, how can you not know when he's literally using your pet name for him? apparently, "kdzapplepie" requesting to join you in combat does not scream kenma... it does. hence, he joins you in streams using his cover ups but he knows that you know but he still does it anyway.
streamer!kenma likes watching you do your lives. he sits behind the camera, mouthing to you words as side comments. like, when you tell your viewers that you suck at using a weapon/character he immediately waves his hands in the air to call for your attention before mouthing "i don't think so babe." causing a smile to your face. your small community noticed it beforeㅡside glances, giggles, and smiles. they know you're with someone when you play games. some even asked if you can show them who it is or tell something about them. they are intrigued about your personal life and frankly you like to keep it that way.
streamer!kenma loves in private and so do you. you would rather make memories with him without the suspecting eyes of outsiders. you love the idea of being the only person to know how he looks at you when you show him your new dress, how leaves a soft peck at the back of your hand after intertwining it, how he gets annoyingly clingy when he gets sick, or how he professes his love to you through a whisper. you are selfish when it comes to him. everyone can love his online version, but only you get to hold his heart.
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a/n: streamer kenma.. i'm weak :') i'm screaming, crying, and rolling on the floor as i type this.
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