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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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GUARD DOWN

cw: atsumu gets his wisdom teeth out and is annoying, brief mentions of pain medication, surgery, mouth wounds, etc

Atsumu is far heavier than he looks, which—given the fact that he’s built to be a 6 foot olympic athlete—is already decently heavy.

After anxiously entertaining yourself in the waiting room for an entire forty-two dreadful minutes, one of the assistants had alerted you that your boyfriend had finally come to and that his wisdom teeth removal went as smoothly as it possibly could’ve gone.

The news has your body swelling with relief, though you can’t help but bite your tongue at the irony of it all. Nothing about Atsumu is smooth—from his boisterous tongue to his calloused palms, your boyfriend is not typically seamless.

From the second was escorted out of the dental chair and reunited with you, he was all exhausted cries and senseless babbles.

The nurses were kind enough to help you wheel his loopy self out to the parking lot, after debriefing you on his healing process and the steps needed to care for his tender wounds.

Reaching the side of your passenger door, you assured them you were capable of putting him in the car yourself, not wanting to inconvenience them with his dazed antics any longer. Good at their job, they kept reassuring you that it was their pleasure, that it’s normal for people to be a bit out of it after their wisdom teeth removal, but Atsumu’s whiny behavior was—for lack of a better word—embarrassing.

With his dead weight slumped on your side and fifteen minutes of complaining down the drain, you somehow managed to wrangle him into the passenger seat of your car.

You secure his seatbelt, before racing to the driver’s side and locking the doors, unsure if he’d try to escape within the few seconds you weren’t by his side.

Which is where he sits now, slumped against the glass of the window with a mouth full of pink gauze. He watches the outlet malls and fast food restaurants you pass on your drive home with intense concentration. You barely hear him through his stuffed mouth, his words are sluggish and mumbled.

“M’hungry,” he carries the last syllable with a whine, “can we get McDonald’s?”

Giving a tight-lipped smile, you softly deny his request, “No.”

He groans like a child being denied a sweet—and for a second, you think he can read your mind as he’s perking up with the sudden inquiry of, “Wait, can we make those cookies later?”

Again, you have to play bad cop and turn down his giddy offer.

“We can’t, no.”

“Lame,” he groans before prodding at the pillowy cotton with his finger. Before you can swat his hand away from the gauze, he continues his accidental interrogation. “I feel drunk, can we get drunk tonight?”

“No—”

“Oh my godddddd,” the complaint growls from the back of his throat, but it’s hard to find it intimidating when it’s muffled and dazed.

He shakes his head with a stubborn attitude, “Do you know any words other than no?”

Your eyes shift momentarily from the red light before you and to the pouting man beside you.

“Atsumu,” you warningly scold.

“See, there you go,” he points a finger. “That’s a good word to know, Atsumu,” his name dances foreign on his tongue, as if it isn't his own. As if he doesn’t hear you say it a thousand different ways every single day. When he’s annoying and sweet and raunchy and tired and everything in between.

Though irritating as ever, his mumblings remind you that he’s still a bit loopy. You take a deep breath, “You can’t drink alcohol, or eat anything solid right now,” you softly remind him.

His face scrunches in genuine confusion, “Why?”

You gesture to his already swelling cheeks, “Because your mouth needs to heal.”

“My mouth?”

“Yeah,” your voice is delicate, grounding, as you try your best to jog his memory, “you got your wisdom teeth out, remember?”

Atsumu’s face instantly drops from confusion to disappointment at your words. A pout pulls at his lips—as much as it can with his numbed tongue and sore jaw.

“Fuck,” he slouches further into the window.

You bite back a grin, “What’s wrong?”

His voice resembles a kicked puppy as he sulks in his own misery. A muffled confession comes out tiny from his chapped lips, “All my wisdom’s gone.”

The streetlight turns green once more and your attention is redirected to the road. You’re about five minutes away from home, maybe eight with the given traffic. Though the ride is minute, there’s no way of knowing how many more waves of emotions Atsumu is willing to sail through.

“Well lucky for you, I have plenty to spare,” you attempt to cheer him up. “And you’ll be back to eating regular stuff in no time, just gotta be patient these next few days.”

“Well, what can I eat?” he slurs his syllables.

“I picked up some soft foods from the store. Pudding, applesauce, mashed potatoes—”

“Ice cream?” he interrupts you, head snapping from the window to your side profile with bright, expecting eyes.

You bite your lip to hide your grin. “Maybe,” you tease, “if you’re nice to me.”

Another groan falls from his lips before his head presses against the cool window for the umpteenth time.

He groans, “M’always nice to ya.”

He’s silent the rest of the way home, saying nothing when you stop at a few more red lights and pass his favorite lake—the one he jogs around on weekend mornings.

You almost think he’s fallen asleep, that is until you’re parked in your driveway and opening his door.

His doe-eyes stare back at you, not tired in the slightest but still foggy with an uncertain aloofness. Through tiny encouraged whispers of arms up and excuse me’s, you work your way around his torso and to his buckle.

He watches you intently through heavy lids as you unlock his seatbelt. He looks like something sits heavy on his tongue, but you know he’s still half exhausted and half high on pain medication, so you decide to let him initiate any small talk, if he pleases.

It slightly surprises you when his hand lands on your shoulder. Looking up from where his thigh keeps his seatbelt strapped in place, you find his eyes suddenly misty.

“Hey,” he softly demands your attention. “Do y’like me?”

His voice is small, uncharacteristically tiny as his lip wobbles with emotion.

Your body moves before your mind can catch up. You cradle his jaw in your hands tenderly, careful not to put too much pressure on the still sensitive area before cooing into his worry.

“Yes, baby. I love you,” you sweetly press a kiss to his nose, then forehead, not wanting to hurt his swollen mouth.

Atsumu’s eyes nearly bulge out of his head, “Love?!” he squawks, “Holy shit.”

Your eyebrows raise as you shoot him an amused grin, “Why? Does that surprise you?”

His lips are still slightly pouted as he nods his head. “A little, yeah,” he trails off in embarrassment.

“Why?” you encourage.

He’s quieter now, fiddling with his hands like a small child, “M’annoying sometimes.”

Your heart is filled with an odd combination of heartbreak and admiration all at once. Your lover, still as sensitive as ever, never fails to express his true emotions. He’s always been great at communicating his feelings to you—though it’s rare for said feelings to be one’s of insecurity. He still trusts you with this side of him, even when confused out of his mind.

You find yourself getting teary-eyed as well as you tease him through a sniffle.

“Sometimes,” you nod in agreement. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” you remind him, “and I’m sorry if I don’t tell you that enough, baby.”

Atsumu’s skin instantly brightens with a blush while he tilts his head in pride as if he wasn't just sulking in your hold.

“No, ya do,” he dismisses your tender words with a sleepy grin, “I jus’ like hearing it extra.”

With your hand for support, he slowly swings his body around the passenger seat so his legs dangle out of the car door, shoes scraping against your gravel driveway.

Before you can begin to stand him up, he’s circling back to a prior thought.

“So can we get McDonald’s, now?”

#atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #miya atsumu x you #atsumu fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fluff #miya atsumu fluff #atsumu drabble #miya atsumu drabble #atsumu haikyuu #miya atsumu haikyuu

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ennoshitas-princess · 13 days

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My Sweet Pumpkin

Atsumu Miya x chubby fem! reader Warning: will have bullying and some of the scenes will be abusive, some cursing, please read with caution. If you are sensitive with these topics, please don't read. Fluff at the end Synopsis: the Miya twins’ fan girls (specifically Tsumu’s) bully you because you have to work together for a project. The girls found out about your crush on the setter and started to threaten you. Word Count: 1,067 This is held pre time skip. There will be no manga spoilers in any way. If you are not comfortable reading this, again, please do not read!!

Another note fell out of your locker for your shoes once again.

You couldn't take anymore of these horrible messages that they kept on placing on your desk, your locker, the spatting to your face of the thing you were already aware of. You knew it, they didn't have to say it over and over again:

You were fat.

All the girls in your school had fair pale skin, slender arms, small chests and waists, and nice petite bodies.You kept on comparing yourself, not able to stop those thoughts that ran in your head day and night. You just couldn't bear to see that your efforts of losing your soft belly were not working.How could a hot guy like him like me?

“Hey, l/n. Why the long face?” The faux blond peaked his head from behind the locker section.

You suddenly got startled with the sudden question from Atsumu. Just like you got startled, your voice showed the fright.

“Umm- I- well nothing!” You struggled to speak.

The teen boy bent down to pick up a piece of paper on the cold tile, puzzled at the sight of scribbles.Reading the letter to himself, you started to sweat cold. You found it hard to breathe, waiting for one of those girls to come out and beat you in front of the setter.

“L/n! I can't believe ya hid this from me. Why’d ya didn't say shit about this. Look, I’ll go an’ tell the-”

He suddenly was interrupted by a scream of yours.

“No! I mean, no. I will be fine. Please don't do anything about it. To this point I am-”

The faux blond interrupted you too.

“L/n-san, ya’re a sweet person. C’mon, ya deserve more than better, more than to be okay. Ya’re a star compared to everyone else.” He held your shoulders, shaking you.

Your eyes started to tear up, wanting to tell him that you were just a plain girl without an interesting life. You snatched the letter from his hands from where he stood.

A silence set place in the atmosphere between your soft figure and his strong lean body.

He burst the bubble of silence with a question.

“L-n, who the hell gave ya that letter?”

The tears of your eyes started to flow down like a waterfall in the rainforest. Without thinking straight, you hug the faux blond twin. While you sobbed in his chest, he started to ruffle your hair, enjoying the smell of your soft strands.

“Look, don't cry. I’ll fight whoever the fuck hurt ya. Trust me, please?”

You stare into his lovely honey brown eyes, still in tears. Sighing you go to tell him how his fan girl club did things to you.

“Miya and l/n, you will be partners for the project.” The teacher read off the names.You received death glares from some girls in the class. Comments came from their lips like it was the monsoon season.

“That fat bitch is gonna work with Atsumu-kun.” One of them said.

“I hope when she or he visits each other it doesn't turn him into a pig like her.” Went another.

Tears started to form. Without hesitation you asked the teacher if you could switch partners, but he told you that there was no way to switch.

“What? Just ‘cause that? L/n-san, that is so stupid of them! I can't let this keep happening. We are gonna go to the office an’ tell ‘em about the situation.” He pulled you by the hand.

“Wait! That isn't the only reason.” The words slipped out of your lips.

He turned around to look at your trembling plump figure. How on earth can they be mean with such a sweet and beautiful girl like you?

“What else did they say to ya?”

“Nevermind it's not really important.” You shake your hands frantically.

“No, l/n-san, please tell me. I care about ya. Y’know I do.” He grabbed your soft hands.

You couldn't keep the feelings anymore, or you felt too numb to realize what came out of your mouth and told him.

“They found out that I had a crush on you, and they thought I was a threat to them to have you as their boyfriend.” You stuttered your words, finding it hard to speak because of your sobbing.

Atsumu Miya’s eyes open wide in shock. The girl he had liked since junior high, liked him back. He would always be scared to approach you because of the way girls would stare. On how they would bully you because of your soft, plump figure. He couldn't bring himself to confess.

“L/n-san, I- well… to be honest with ya- I know it is possibly the wrong moment but…”

He leaned in closer to you, with every little millimeter causing your face to turn a bright crimson. The two of you smashed into each other's lips, tasting the strawberry from yours, and you tasted the sweet woody smell of his cologne.

Both of you ran out of air.

“Miya-kun-”

“No l/n-san. Call me Tsumu please. I mean I really like you.” He pulled your plump body in.

You take in everything that was happening in the moment and smile.

“Tsumu, I really want to be with you. I do, but what about-”

“Y/n, fuck ‘em all. You matter to me, and that is all I care about, if you love me.” He rubbed your chubby cheeks.You think more and smile at him.

“Fine Tsumu, I will be yours.” Hugging him tighter as if he would disintegrate if you let go.

“That's more like it, pumpkin.” He kissed the top of your head.

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The next day, the two of you headed to class and received a bunch of comments on you two holding hands.

“Atsumu-kun, why are you with this hog?” On girl asked.

“Well, I am glad ya asked! First off, she is not a hog, she is a beautiful jewel I wanna show off to the whole world. And to answer yer question, I love her with all my heart.” His toothy grin made you giggle. “Now, I reported all of ya to the office, and if ya say mean shit to my beloved princess one more time, ya will face consequences.”

With that both of you sat down at your desks, smiling at each other.

A/n: hi guys!! Another one shot done and finished to be posted! Hope you love it!

Thank you for stopping by my bakery!!

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ennoshitas-princess

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kkumri · 2 months

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offspring loyalty 🦊🧼🫧✨

#haikyuu!!#my art #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu #sakusa x atsumu #naoyuki miya

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torubeth · 10 months

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when he comes back up from between your thighs for a breather, his eyes notice your clutched hands at your sides, nails digging into your palm and he wasn’t having it. leaning down to continue from where he left, he takes your hands in his and places it on his head, a gesture telling you to just pull his hair already.

or or or!!!!!!

he entwines your fingers with his, placing kisses on your wrist, your palm or wherever possible.

“fuck baby, you’re making me lose my goddamn mind”

that was the last thing he said before diving down between your thighs to resume his ministrations.

eren jaeger, suna rintarou, kuroo tetsurou, gojo satoru, miya atsumu, aki hayakawa, matsukawa issei (all characters aged up!)

#yours truly has officially graduated school #and she’s bored so this is the end result #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu timeskip #suna x reader smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader smut #eren smut #eren jeager smut #kuroo smut #aki hayakawa smut #csm smut #miya atsumu smut

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amezure · 3 months

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vet/ zoo keeper 🦊 Support me on PATREON 🦊🦊

#my art #zoo au #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!!

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beybuniki · 4 months

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the quiet twin

#theyre so funny where is their spin off #also the way atsumu pesters him is so osomatsu coded literally does the same thing as oso in that one skit #haikyuu!!#miya osamu #miya atsumu

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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My widdle Hisako baby 🥺🩷

Atsumu hates after game interviews.

It’s part of his job of course, but he’s not the captain, his just the star setter for one of the best teams in the league; he’s also a father of a toddler, who, when he can after a home game, wants to get home to read her a bedtime story and be with the beautiful mother of his child.

Right now, however, he wants to chuck all of that out the window, as you’re off in the corner snickering with Kiyoomi while Hisako in her fathers lap pulls his lips and chin, interrupting every answer with a grab or a giggle or a bite of his fingers.

“You’re cruel,” Kiyoomi whispers to you.

You shrug in indifference, “he wanted to spend more time with her after the game. Not my fault they picked him for postgame.”

“You’re cruel,” he repeats, and the gods must be listening because on stage, Atsumu repeats the same thing when Hisako fish hooks his lip.

This time, it’s Atsumu’s turn to tell Hisako “you’re cruel” and it has the crowd in a tizzy. You cover your mouth to laugh quietly, and you get a nudge from Kiyoomi in response.

A massive frame stalks past you both, and you stick your leg out to playfully kick him, "hey, Captain."

Meian grins and sends you a wink, "hey, Mrs. Miya."

"Good game."

"I'd say so," he nudges his head towards Atsumu at the table. "He played well."

"He always does."

“Is there anything that you hope to achieve next game?” A reporter asks, snapping you all back into focusing the interview at hand.

Atsumu sighs softly, “I guess I just want to repeat the momentum, keep it from getting sloppy and-“

“Shugu?”

All heads turn towards Hisako, Atsumu’s smiling down at her. “Shugo?”

“Shugu!” Her tiny hand points off stage a few feet away, at the captain just outside the frame.

Meian beams, "guess that's my cue."

“Yeah, Shugo just left,” he chuckles. “She loves Meian. More than she loves me-“

Quickly, Meian comes bouncing back on the stage, wasting no time in formalities before scooping Hisako up in his big, burly arms. He bites at her cheeks while she squeals and flails her limbs, squealing and laughing while the crowd coos in adoration. Atsumu’s beaming as he watches his captain carry his favorite person out, and it almost makes you tear up from the sight of so many people positively adoring your little girl.

Kiyoomi claps a big hand on your shoulder, trying to ground you and your emotions. “He’s a good dad.”

“He’s the best dad.”

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lunaviee · 8 months

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bros the type of boyfriend to go on a shopping spree behind your back and buy you hundreds, maybe even thousands, of dollars worth of stuff all because of one thing;

“what the hell- why’d you buy all this??”

“well because i yelled at you when i shouldn’t have 2 months ago”

“..i got over that like 2 days after it happened..”

“but i didnt, this is my apology”

“you’ve apologized a million times ever since it happened what do you mean-”

REO., rin, sae, ISAGI, kaiser, itadori, GOJO, oikawa, ATSUMU, suna, CHUUYA. , tecchou,+ your fav(s)!

ohh ummm hey guyssss…..erm i’m not really back but i had this half assed thought so here u go!! also first time “writing” anything for jjk so uh sorry if it’s ooc just bear with me here

#✮ vie’s demons #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock fluff #itoshi rin x reader #reo mikage x reader #itoshi sae x reader #yoichi isagi x reader #michael kaiser x reader #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #satoru gojo x reader #haikyuu x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #miya atsumu x reader #suna rintaro x reader #bsd x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #tecchou suehiro x reader

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yukinaaiyu · 2 months

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《研究中》

Setters & Hinata

#haikyuu #hinata shouyou #atsuhina #miya atsumu #kagehina #oihina #kenhina #kageyama tobio #oikawa tooru #kozume kenma

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osamwah-archived · 7 months

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gamer bf who's busy gaming with his friends but sees you pouting at him from his peripheral vision and unbuttons his pants, let's his pretty dick spring free and beckons you over to sit on it, and all of it without once moving his eyes from the monitor or his free hand off the keyboard

gamer bf who lands a sharp smack against your thigh, ass or clit whenever you clench around him, reminding you that you can't distract him right now and that you'll pay if he loses. jokes on him though, it just makes you clench even harder.

gamer bf who sees you sitting pretty under his desk, looking up at him with pleading puppy eyes and mutes himself on call and asks you "what is it that you want, bunny?" and chuckles when your eyes flutter to your crotch and back to your face in a fraction of a second, awaiting your permission.

gamer bf who can't help but think that you're so adorable when you're this eager to have his dick in your throat and let's you suck him off while he's playing under the condition that you'll be quiet and not cause any suspicion for the other people on call

gamer bf who purposefully groans and grunts when things happen in game to mask the fact that he's making the noises out of pure arousal and you can't help but feel so proud when you see his eyes roll back ever so slightly or his head falls back, whether it be from your hands, your pussy or your mouth. it was you who made him feel this way

gamer bf who finally excuses himself, pauses the game, throws his headphones in some corner of his room and now you have his full attention. you feel kinda intimidated by his intense glare but it also excites you because that is exactly what you wanted "c'mon bunny, finish what you started!"

gamer bf who won't let go of you until both of you came at least 5 times and are overstimulated to the point of tears, broken whimpers and needy cries, the game and his friends long forgotten. he has only you and your delicious nectars and adorable noises in mind for the rest of the night

xiao, scaramouche, cyno, rindou, kazutora, chifuyu, megumi, yuuta, toge, atsumu, kenma, suna, tanaka, belphie, satan

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reineydraws · 7 months

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i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂

sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂

#miya twins #miya atsumu #miya osamu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanart #comic #hq comic #hq atsumu #hq osamu #hq!! fanart #haikyuu #haikyuu!! fanart #if ur wondering abt the last panel: osamu and gin are holding down tsumu's arms so he doesnt cross them and cover the text #sunarin is taking the picture and aran is behind him facepalming.#i have no patience so im posting this now even tho i double-posted like 10 hrs ago lol :') hbd to the miyansssss

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clubkira · 6 months

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DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND .ᐟ

oh future husband, better love me right!

premise. the nhk gives it’s viewers a peak into the love lives of the jnt’s lineup, interviewing the future wives of the jnt to crack the secret to a happy relationship ❤︎

content. haikyu!! jnt / f!reader. (atsumu miya, rintarou suna, wakatoshi ushijima & shoyo hinata). fluff. somewhat decent relationship advice. downbad fiancés. healthy relationships(!!). suggestive moments. petnames.

soundtrack. dear future husband : meghan trainor.

part two can be read here.

dear future husband m.list. // hq. masterlist.

ATSUMU MIYA.

“after every fight, just apologize.”

“Relationship advice?” You repeat, sitting across from the NHK interviewer, mic strapped to your shirt as a camera filmed your living room. She nods, smiling while holding a microphone of her own.

“Yes! Tell us, what is the secret to a healthy relationship?”

You tilt your head, “Well, I guess I have some advice to give.” Your fingers drum against the armrest of your couch as you sit in thought, contemplating on what to tell the reporter, “hmm..”

Atsumu sitting beside you laughs, his arm slung comfortably over your shoulder, “I have some advice I’d like to give as well.”

You turn to him with a grimace. “I don’t want any young viewers following whatever is about to come out of your mouth, ‘Tsumu.”

He looks at you offended; reeling his arm back to his side, shock spelled out all over his face. “Excuse me, I’m great at romance. I romanced you, didn’t I?”

“Unfortunately,” you jest, with Atsumu exclaiming in protest, “But this isn’t just about romancing someone, ‘Tsumu. They’re asking what makes a relationship a healthy one.”

“So?” He shrugs, “A healthy relationship is one that’s full of romance.”

“I apologize for him,” you playfully tell the interviewer, ignoring the look Atsumu gives you in response, “He’s not the best at this sorta stuff.”

She merely giggles, “No worries, the players are allowed to give their own opinions as well.” Atsumu puffs his chest out, “See, babe? She said I can talk too.”

“Yeah well, just make sure to cut out whatever he says in the final broadcast,” She lets out a snort at your jab, hiding the smile that creeps onto her face behind her microphone while Atsumu shoves your shoulder in despair.

“Awe, c’mon! I’m not that bad with relationship advice!” He pouts at you, looking like a kicked puppy when he does so, “What makes you think I’m so bad at this, do you actually want to marry me, babe?”

Your eyes soften at his saddened tone, feeling slightly guilty you link your fingers with his, eyes full of love when he smiles down at your intertwined hands.

“Of course I do, ‘Tsumu.”

The camera crew awes as you turn back to face the cameras, still holding Atsumu’s hand firmly in your own, running your thumb over the smooth cut diamond ring studded band he wears on his ring finger.

“The advice I have to give viewers is; Apologize when you are wrong,” you tell the interviewer, “No matter your pride, no amount will replace your relationship. It’s never worth sacrificing your loved one just for the sake of winning an argument.”

“Uh huh, you’re one to talk about that, babe,” Atsumu rolls his neck, “You never apologize first, it’s always me who has to for you to talk to me again.”

“What are you talking about?” You look at him confused, “I’m the one who initiates the apology conversations, you’re the stubborn one out of us.”

“Nuh-uh.”

You groan, “Exactly.”

Atsumu pulls his hand out of yours, placing it on your thigh instead before facing the cameras. “But, she is right. Do not ever choose a winning an argument over your partner. It ends badly.”

“You would know,” you snort, “You give me the longest silent treatments until I coax you out of it with kisses.”

“Can we cut that out of the broadcast, please?”

You purse your lips to hide the oncoming smile until Atsumu leans forward, a handsome grin on his face as he looks directly into the rolling cameras with a newfound confidence.

“But, y’know. I do always apologize in the end, ‘cause my girl’s never wrong.”

RINTAROU SUNA.

“make time for her.”

“You see this girl?” Suna jabs a thumb in your direction from across the kitchen, leaning against the marble island lazily as the camera team nods. “Yeah, she gets constipated if I don’t give her enough attention.”

Your head perks up immediately as you shoot him a halfhearted glare, “Do not.”

“See, she’s doing it right now.” He ignores, drinking from his glass of water before setting it down on the counter, ignoring the little gasp you let out at his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you smack his arm before sliding a coaster under his drink, “Don’t scratch the marble, Rinnie. I just bought this island.”

The camera team silently giggles at the short interactions between you two, with Suna sticking his tongue out at you and in response you give him a middle finger before he turns back to face them, “Can you believe her?”

Scoffing, you enter the camera frame beside him, “Don’t bring them into this, Rinnie.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“I’m your fiancée.”

Suna opens his mouth to argue before shutting it promptly, “Good point.”

One of the crew members holds a sign from behind the cameras, indicating to get the interview back on topic. “Why would you ever ask her for relationship advice?” Suna chuckles, “I was the one who made the first move.”

“The interview is for the fiancée’s of the JNT, Mr. Suna,” the interviewer reminds him, “But the players are welcome to voice their own opinions as well.”

Suna stretches his arm behind his back with a yawn, a sliver of his abdomen peeking out from underneath his home shirt before disappearing quickly, “Well in that case, allow me to voice this opinion—”

You slap a hand over his mouth before he can begin, “Nope, didn’t you hear them? This is my interview, Rinnie.”

“Buhf dey shaid I can shpeak too, affhole." Suna glares from behind your hand, removing it from his mouth with a groan. “Did you even wash your hand? Tastes gross.”

“Why did you lick my hand?”

“We’ve done freakier things than that and that’s what you’re worried about?”

Your words get lodged in your throat, sputtering out hurriedly, “This is going on T.V, Rinnie!”

He looks to you with a smug smile, “Yeah, and I can’t wait to rewatch this interview and see your reaction again later.”

Your fists clench momentarily before taking a deep breath, relaxing yourself and facing the cameras with a smile. “Anyways, some relationship advice I’d give to anyone watching; make time for your spouse.”

Suna nods along to your words, “Mhm, I think that’s the most important thing in a relationship.”

“Shut up, Rinnie.”

“Ouch,” he fakes a stab through his heart, monotonous eyes but a playful grin on his lips. “I talk for two seconds and you tell your dear fiancé to shut up?”

You shake your head towards him jokingly, continuing to talk to the interviewer, “A healthy relationship means you spend time with your loved ones, and your spouse should be the most loved person in your life.”

The reporter nods, “I see, I see, what do you suggest to our viewers the best ways to spend quality time with their lover?”

“In bed.” Suna chimes in immediately, earning another smack on the shoulder from you. “What?” He looks at you with a knowing grin, “Oh, you— I didn’t mean like that, oh my god you’re sooo dirty minded.”

He chuckles, “I meant like cuddling, laying in bed together, watching movies. Y’know, wholesome things.”

“Nothing is wholesome with you,” you exasperate, speaking from personal experience. “But yes, those are great ways to spend times with your lover. They’re good times to bond with them, or just relax and unwind after a long day.”

“Yeah, after a gruelling day of practice, it’s nice to come home and lay in her arms,” Suna motions to you before leaning his head on your shoulder, his grin now replaced with a small but gentle smile. “She’s all I want to see after practice.”

“Wow,” you tease, leaning your head atop his, “and where did you learn to be so smooth, hm? Are you just playing it up for the cameras, Rinnie?”

Suna snickers, hands crossed over his chest relaxed, “I would never,” he says before mumbling close to your ear.

“I just, really like to spend time with you.”

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA.

“treat her like a lady.”

“My fiancé is out right now at the gym,” you inform the NHK station crew, their camera men follow you inside your house for the opening shots of the broadcast. “Make yourselves comfortable while you wait.”

The interviewer settles himself on a seat at your dining table as you reach for the vase of flowers atop, moving into the kitchen to pour the old water out of their vase, careful to not spill any over your kitchen counter as you refill the container with fresh water from your tap.

Refreshing the water, you carefully place the flowers back into their vase before rearranging them neatly, coming back out of the kitchen to place them back on your table and adjusting them accordingly as the interviewer watches amazed.

“Those flowers are very lovely,” he notes softly, almost as if any louder of a volume would disturb the plants, “Did you fiancé happen to get them for you?”

You smile, “yes, he did,” recalling the first time he got you a bouquet, on your first date many years ago.

“‘Toshi knows I love flowers.”

The soft click of the lock to your house causes you to perk your head up in familiarity, the frame of your fiancé’s figure coming into view as you see him placing his shoes down beside your door before coming inside.

“Welcome home, dear,” you call out to him from the kitchen, one of the camera crew’s members break off to film your fiancé as he enters the home. He drops his gym bag to the floor beside your couch, removing his jacket and hanging it on your coatrack before passing through the halls of your shared home to get to you.

Ushijima shuffles his way into the kitchen, passing by the camera crew and approaching you from behind, hugging you as his hands are wrap around your stomach, head dropping into the crook of your shoulder.

You lean into his touch, his freshly showered hair smells of the shampoo the two of you use.

“Are you showing them the flowers I got you?” He asks, eying the pretty arrangement of flowers on the table. The cameras zoom in to take a closer shot at the flowers, noting the vibrancy of the colours and the lack of thorns adorning the stems.

You and the reporter nod, Ushijima lets a small smile settle on his face. “She told me they were her favourites,” he tells the reporter.

“Hm,” he hums before turning to you, microphone extending outwards. “is that your relationship advice for the viewers then? Giving your loved one gifts?”

You shake your head quickly, “Oh, no! No, that’s not my advice— Of course, do get your partner gifts if you know they’ll enjoy them.” Ushijima straightens up, hands snaking around your waist to stand beside you as the cameras pan out to record the both of you in the same shot.

“‘Toshi just really likes to get me little things,” you smile, reminicing on all the times your eyes barely glazed over something in a store front before he was scrambling inside the shop to buy it for you, despite your pleas.

“But gifts do not have to be expensive,” You reassure the viewers again, “just little trinkets that remind you of your partner will be enough.”

Ushijima nods before lifting your hand up to the camera, showing off the engagement ring with a large diamond displayed proudly atop it. “Yes, but I do like to splurge when it comes to her.”

You retract your hand quickly, warily eying your fiancé, “‘Toshi! Don’t make the viewers think they need to buy people’s happiness with expensive gifts!”

His head tilts unsurely, “My love, do you not like the ring I got you?”

“I-I do! When did I ever say I didn’t?”

His eyes crinkle slightly in concern, “Then why are you hiding our engagement ring from the viewers?”

“Because,” you sigh, “I don’t want young, inexperienced lovers to think they need something like a huge, flashy engagement ring to be loved by someone.”

“But you deserve the best,” he rebuffs, “There is nothing I wouldn’t buy for you if you asked.”

“‘Toshi.. this isn’t really helping our case…”

The reporter turns to Ushijima, “Even though this is a special for the JNT fiancées, the players are allowed to give their own insight.” He informs your soon-to-be husband, “Do you have anything else to add for our viewers?”

Ushijima thinks for a moment, silent in thought as you look to your fiancé, and the sight of his matching engagement ring twinkling under the bright studio lights filling your home catches your eye all too quickly.

“Do you have anything you want to say, ‘Toshi?” You nudge his shoulder slightly when he continues to remain quiet, an encouraging smile on your lips.

He nods, bringing the hand with your ring on it before giving the intricately cut diamond a kiss, his piercing eyes gazing deep into yours, causing your face to heat up fervently at his wolfish grin.

“Treat your partner the best that you can, like the lady she is and deserves to be treated as.”

SHOYO HINATA.

“don’t forget your anniversaries!”

Shoyo’s leg bounces feverishly as the reporter speaks to you casually, unable to contain his excitement at being asked to join you for this broadcasted interview special.

His grin is wide, beaming whenever you sneak small glances at him whenever the reporter looks down at their cue cards of start up questions to ease into the conversation, before the real topic is brought up.

“Do you have any relationship advice for our viewers?”

You’re about to speak until Shoyo interrupts you, quite literally flying out of his seat while brightly smiling as his hand grasps yours with a tight grip, “I do, I do!”

The reporter chortles, smiling at his tactics, “Thank you, Mr. Hinata. But this interview is specifically for your fiancée.” Shoyo’s face sullens lightly until he speaks again, “But you’re allowed to give your own thoughts when she’s done.”

Shoyo slumps back into his seat dejectedly as you rub his back comfortingly, “Sorry, Sho. But just let me speak first, okay?” His pout is replaced instantaneously at your words with the usual smile he holds when around you, “Alright, baby!”

You look towards the reporter, hand still clasped in Shoyo’s securely. “Here is my advice for a healthy relationship; Don’t forget your anniversaries.”

Your fiancé’s mouth hangs open in shock at your words, head whipping to face you with a hearty laugh, “That’s what I was going to say!”

The look of shock that spreads across your face amuses him, staring at you expectantly for a few moments before you too erupt into laughter, shoulders shaking in surprise as the two of you cling to each other for support, with Shoyo nearly falling off the couch with how hard he cackles.

He clings onto your shoulder to stop himself from tumbling, which in turn causes you to laugh harder as you try to pull him back up as Shoyo calls out for you to ‘save him’.

“Baby, I’m falling!” Shoyo shrieks while howling with laughter, “Grab my hand!”

“You’re already grabbing my hand, Sho!”

Cameras stationed around your living room pan to zoom in on Shoyo’s joyful face when he fools around with you, the grip he still holds on your hand as clear as day as you jokingly attempt to rescue his bumbling self.

The out of frame reporter looks to the two of you happily, the fact that you both seem so absorbed in each other and have forgotten about the interview portion of the broadcast is surprisingly heartwarming for both the crew and the viewers watching the broadcast.

Once the two of you manage to calm down, you shyly look back to the NHK crew with a timid smile.

“Sorry,” you apologize to your interviewer, coughing as you try to hold back another bout of laughter when you catch Shoyo smiling at you again, attempting to contain his giggles. “We got a little- uhm, carried away.”

“It’s no problem,” the reporter chuckles, “I can see the two of you are very much in love, so is that the advice you wish to tell our viewers on how your relationship with each other is so healthy?”

You and Shoyo nod simultaneously, “Yeah, don’t you ever forget your partner’s anniversaries!!” Shoyo sternly but playfully warns the viewers, “I’m serious, guys! Anniversaries are important!”

“What anniversaries should our viewers be aware of when it comes to their lovers?”

This time you speak up, “Well, the major and most well known ones of course,” you begin, listing off the ones you can recall at the moment.

“For example; first month together, first year spent as a couple, birthdays could also count I suppose—”

“Did you know I proposed to her on our fifth anniversary?” Shoyo interrupts excitedly, the same happy and bright smile on his face shining when he proudly pulls up his hand to show off the ring on his finger, “I was so caught up in the moment, I forgot to put the ring on her finger after she accepted!”

Recalling that memory brings warmth to your cheeks, “Yeah, he literally forgot about the ring in the box until I asked him about it later.”

“But in any case,” you circle back to original topic at hand, noticing the way Shoyo’s smile dampens a little when you switch back so quickly as you shoot him an apologetic smile, you don’t want to waste the reporter’s and NHK crew’s time any longer.

“Don’t forget your anniversaries, people! They’re a big deal for a ton of lovers!”

“Th-that’s right!” Shoyo piggybacks off your response, “And if you do forget, you better apologize a lot!”

The reporter nods, turning their attention to your fiancé. “And do you have any final thoughts for our viewers on how you maintain a healthy relationship with your fiancée, Mr. Hinata?”

Shoyo smiles deviously at the open ended question he’s been dying to answer this whole time; his hand creeping teasingly up your thigh to the small of your back as he leans in real close to you with a knowing wink, the flushed expression displayed on your face at his actions encourages him even more to continue.

His eyes glint with amusement, the mischievous grin on his lips is firm even in front of several strangers and cameras rolling in real time, footage of his behaviour being broadcasted to the entirety of Japan this very second.

And without shame or guilt, Shoyo smirks.

“Make your anniversary nights real special for her, trust me on that one.”

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