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pparadiselost · 1 year

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overdriven.

msby black jackals x fem reader the black jackals are rewarded with an unexpected surprise after a hard won game. warning(s): nsfw, dubious consent, gangbang, degradation, creampie, breeding minors do not interact.

the msby black jackals give it their all when they play. volleyball is their raison d’etre, the very sport they’ve dedicated their entire lives to. that being said, it’s no surprise that being pro players brings them a hoard of benefits that the average person couldn’t even dream of.

but they’re in for a surprise after a hard earned victory—

—a pretty girl waits for them in the locker room: a doll-like sweetheart thrown to the wolves in order to help them let off some extra steam after such an intense game.

(“she’s all yours, gentleman!” kuroo had laughed heartily, beaming at you with honed cat-like eyes. it’s a perfect mimicry of a trained predator. “it’s the least i can do for you all on a job well done!”)

they really don’t need to be told twice.

bokuto gets to work quickly, grabbing you from behind and hoisting you up to his hips with his strong arms. his big hands make quick work of your thighs, spreading your trembling legs open fully so that your glistening cunt can fully take him in. it hurts—from just how stupid big his cock is, but bokuto’s determined to get all of himself into you.

“t-too big, bokuto-san-!” you choke out, gripping at his forearms. his thrusts only speed up, your gasps only fueling him. he can’t help it. he’s so pumped up from having that much fun on the court, and your pussy won’t stop rubbing and tightening all up against him. you’re also so small in comparison to him too, that when he can feel you turning into jelly in his arms and melting into his chest, bokuto’s fascinated beyond belief.

he wants to break you, even if he isn’t fully aware of it yet.

bokuto’s the first to make you cum. he gets so excited when he feels you gush and cream around him. he did it! he made a pretty girl feel so good on his cock that you came all over him! bokuto doesn’t even give you room to breathe before he’s pounding into you again, his heavy balls slapping mercilessly against the curve of your ass.

he wants to feel that again! he wants to make you cum again, wants to feel you pulse and quiver all over his dick again! he doesn’t care if there’s a whole locker room full of other horny men staring the two of you down—his hands are groping your entire body. your soft thighs, cute tits, gripping at your throat so he can pull you down further onto his girthy cock…

you’re still reeling from the aftershocks of the first orgasm he forced out of you when atsumu grabs you by your hair, dragging your face down under his navel until your face-to-face with his dick. he looks so obscenely smug, looking down at you from above like you’re some inferior being bowing down to him.

“now, bokkun,” atsumu cooes, yanking your face forward so that your lips ghost over the tip of his drooling length, “let’s not get too excited here. she’s meant for all of us, isn’t she?”

“‘m not done with her yet,” bokuto frowns, and his nails dig into your waist as he pumps his hips forward. you let out a loud cry, and you can feel his dick twitch prominently deep inside of your stretched out hole.

atsumu keeps his fake smile plastered on his face. “if you wanted her to yourself so badly, then you should try scoring at least 50 points on your own in the next match. maybe then i’d consider it.”

“-but until then-” atsumu grips your hair, and you’re given a split second to open your mouth before he’s shoving his cock down your throat. “you’re going to have to share.”

you clench your eyes shut. everything burns momentarily. the tip of atsumu’s cock effortlessly hits the back of your throat, and the blond hisses under his breath when his engorged dick is rewarded with your warm and tight mouth. he thrusts slowly into you, almost like he’s pretending that he’s fucking your pussy instead.

you let your jaw fall slack as atsumu fills all of your senses. the noxious taste and stench of his pre-cum floods your tongue and cheeks, and his thick pubic hair ghosts across your nose when he forces his cock further into you.

“what a good girl. being spitroasted feels good, doesn’t it?” atsumu weakly chuckles. his other hand moves to caress your face, his thumb tracing over your eyelids while you force deep breaths through your nostrils. unlike atsumu’s leisurely pace, bokuto won’t stop ramming into you like the pussy-drunk madman he is, and your muffled moans only make atsumu shiver with pleasure.

“take it-,” bokuto pants out, determined to feel you cumming around him again. “take it all, pretty girl- want you to feel you around me-”

you splutter and choke all over atsumu’s cock, barely able to focus on the dick shoved down your windpipe through the overstimulation. he’s making a mess out of your cunt, and all you can hear (besides from the heckling) is the loud squelching noises your poor body getting the daylights railed out of you.

“feels good-” the grey-haired man ruts his hips harder. “pretty pussy feels good- wanna cum inside of it-”

cold fear shoots up your chest, and you unintentionally clamp down on him. bokuto lets out a strangled cry at the sudden sensation, and before you can yank yourself off of atsumu’s cock (not that his grip would let you), bokuto’s digging his heels into the floor and slamming down as deep as he can into you.

he cums, and he cums hard.

you nearly shriek on atsumu’s cock, your tongue catching over his soaked dick as bokuto’s sticky cum invades your poor hole. it feels like it’s burning you from inside out, drenching every part of your fluttering cunt white. bokuto groans loudly, his adam’s apple bobbing as he thrusts slowly, riding out his high for as long as he can. he feels a flicker of pride when he feels his cum frothing and pooling up at the base of his cock, and when he pulls his dick out of you, the large gob of semen that falls out of you with a ‘plop’ on the floor makes him grin.

“you’re fucked up for that, bokkun.” atsumu brings your mouth down further on his dick, earning a strangled cry from you. “focus, sweetie. don’t tell me you’re gonna be fucked dumb just from taking bokuto.”

his rhythm speeds up rapidly, and you’re left moaning and fighting to keep yourself in one piece. his cock rubs against your mouth invasively, and the vibrations from your cries only makes fucking your mouth feel that much better. atsumu thinks you look absolutely precious, crying and gagging on his dick.

“c’mon,” the blond slaps at your face lightly. “keep up. i’m not going anywhere till i see that cute mouth of yours drinking up my cum.”

and he keeps true to it. atsumu wishes he could take a picture of your lips wrapped around his thick cock, keep the image of you obediently bobbing your head against his hips in his phone so that he can beat one out later. every time you blink up at him through your tear-clumped lashes and do your best to make him feel good by dragging your tongue over his sensitive cockhead, his resolve wavers.

god, what he wouldn’t do to whisk you away and keep you as his own personal fuckbuddy.

“that’s it, that’s it, darling,” he purrs. his breathing shallows, and his once steady ruts against your jaw tremble and stiffen. “hah- you’re such a good slut, you know that? ‘m gonna give you all my cum, ‘kay? make sure to swallow it all, or i’ll just fuck it into your pussy instead.”

you nod hesitantly, your throat constricting around his length perfectly. atsumu can’t help but grin down at you, just the same way he does when he manages to score a point in a match that no one saw coming, and his hold on your scalp tightens painfully as he forces you down his length all the way.

he pumps you up and down on his dick once, twice, like a glorified fleshlight before he’s cumming with a low groan. you try to loosen your sore jaw up the best you can, immediately swallowing around his twitching and throbbing cock the best you can. hot loads of cum overload your consciousness, and the salty-bitter tang of atsumu’s semen coats every part of your mouth while you try to stomach as much of it as you can.

“fucking hell… you’re going to be the death of me-” atsumu pulls himself out of you, leaving you coughing for air as your windpipe finally clears up for the first time since he got his hands on you. a few droplets of his cum catch on your lips, and you lick your lips with your cum-stained tongue and make a show of swallowing it all. wordlessly you open your mouth up to show that you swallowed it all, that you took everything he gave you like the good whore atsumu said you were.

he smacks your face lightly again. “good girl. hinata, sakusa, she’s all yours now.”

“why should i get your sloppy seconds?” sakusa grumbles as he tugs at his uniform’s waistband. he shoots atsumu a mirthful glare, but he still whips out his cock.

you whimper when he slaps the tip against your lips. your mouth is still heavy with the taste of atsumu’s cum, but sakusa clicks his tongue at you.

“hey, all eyes on me.” his tip smears over your mouth, not quite pushing into you. he was definitely enjoying the view, watching you scrunch your face up and shudder under him as he prodded at your face with his dick. “it’s rude not to pay attention to someone when they’re talking to you.”

your core throbs with arousal, and your thighs are sticky and heay with your own slick and bokuto’s dried up cum. you open your mouth to shower sakusa’s cock with kitten-licks, lapping up any drops of pre-cum that was beading up around his slit. you moan softly, not taking him into your mouth quite yet, but licking all up and down his length.

sakusa lets out a low groan, and he twitches against your lips. even through the muddy fog building up in your head, you feel a small twinge of pride bloom in your chest. knowing that you could get the ever-so-austere sakusa to crack, you lapped at his dick a little more exaggeratedly.

“such a slutty girl,” sakusa whispers under his breath. he grips the base of his cock and presses it against your lips again. his stomach coils and tightens around nothing, wanting no more of your silly games and to fuck that shameless mouth of your senseless. “open up.”

you listen to him. sakusa’s quick to exploit you, slamming his hips in all the way until your nose is at his navel. you cough and gag, not expecting him to stuff your throat with his cock like that, but sakusa only grabs at your hair and force you to stay there. your chest burns as you splutter and try to breathe around him, but sakusa thinks your throat feels addictively good as it constricts and pulses around him.

“choking already? and here i was, thinking you could take it. you were deepthroating atsumu’s cock like you couldn’t get enough of it,” he mocks. you whine around his dick, fighting past your discomfort to move your head in tandem with his hips. his cockhead keeps hammering into the back of your mouth, leaving you drooling all over him and yourself.

he frowns disapprovingly, and he pumps his hips into you roughly. you cry out, and your entire torso burns from having your windpipe bullied by his cock. he’s too big, too rough, too much for you to handle entirely, yet you’re still kneeling before him like the obedient little pawn you are, sucking him off like he’ll throw a word of praise at you or something.

and sakusa, being the keen man he is, knows you’re getting off to being manhandled like this. he sneers down at you, and his eyes narrow slightly. “look at you, drooling all over yourself like that. you’re making a fucking mess everywhere. dirty little cockslut—that’s all you are.”

your pussy clenches around nothing, and you moan into his hips. god, it’s so humiliating, getting off to being insulted like this while a whole team of volleyball players pass you around, even with a whole dick shoved down your esophagus. you squirm underneath sakusa, and despite the fatigue building in your body, you want more.

his dick throbs against the inside of your cheeks, and sakusa watches you intently as you bob your head the best you can. slurping at his dick, hollowing your face out, and humming gently so that everything you do pleasures him, there’s something particularly wicked about how much sakusa enjoys breaking you down.

then again, he’s always been a little bit of a sadist.

“filthy girl,” sakusa sighs. his thrusts stammer slightly, and you’re more than happy to make up for it by taking more of him into your mouth. “are you gonna swallow my cum? are you gonna take it all?”

you moan loudly in response, imitating a nod as you jerked him off with your mouth.

“if you’re so eager to drink it, then i guess i have no choice,” he hisses. “even though the last thing i want to do is give someone like you my cum. be grateful.”

his thrusts become rougher, and you can barely keep up as he fucks your mouth without any regard towards you. he grips your face with his big hands, keeping you in place as he shoves himself down your gullet as deep as he can, and when your throat clamps up around him, sakusa cums with a low groan. his abs flex, and his balls tighten up against your mouth, emptying himself into you.

it hurts. it burns.

the corners of your eyes prick with tears as you try and stomach whatever you can swallow, and sakusa guides himself slowly through his climax by thrust in and out of your cum-drenched mouth. part of it seeps past your swollen lips and drips down to your chin. streaks of pearly white cover your skin before it drips down onto your breasts.

he pushes back on your forehead with his hand, and you release his dick with a soft ‘pop.’ you nearly fall to the floor in a heap right there and then. your vision spins violently from the lack of air, and while you cough and struggle to gain your bearings, sakusa presses his lips into a thin line.

“making a mess yet again… how unsightly,” he grumbles under his breath. you press your forehead against the floor, completely undone after only about three rounds. you can barely see through your blurring field of sight the number of men who crowd around like starved beasts, and if the long matches are anything to go by, their stamina easily takes them for multiple rounds.

you’re trembling uncontrollably by the time hinata’s calloused hands rub at your back and waist. the young man coos at you sweetly, like he’s calming down a scared animal rather than waiting to fuck a live, sentient human being. he presses calming circles into your skin while he uses his body to shield you from everyone else’s view, waiting for you to regain your bearings somewhat.

“kuroo-san’s really gone and done it this time,” hinata laughs. your vision’s still blurring in and out, but your breathing stabilizes. “i wonder how he managed to get his hands on a pretty little thing like you.”

“h-hinata-san…!”

planting one hand flat on your back and pushing your upper half against the ground, his other hand grabs at your hips and drags it upwards. your ass is in the air while hinata pins your chest against the ground, and he looks down at you with such a faux apologetic smile that your heart drops.

“sorry, princess,” hinata’s chest presses up against your back, and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his bare cock rubbing against your slit. his tip catches on your swollen clit, and you whimper like a wounded animal as he ruts against your entrance. “if kuroo-san went through all this trouble to reward us, it’d be rude to not take it…”

he penetrates you slowly, and his eyes stay fixated on you to catch every single one of your reactions. your breath hitches, a high-pitched whine coming from your chest when you feel his cock stretching out your sensitive pussy.

your walls coil and twist around him, sucking him in deeper. hinata exhales through his nose when he bottoms out, his palm patting at your ass gently. “fuuuuuuuck, you’re really taking me in… even after having bokuto-san fuck you, you’re still so tight…!”

hinata fucks into you from behind. his thrusts are strong and hard, his toned thighs slapping against the back of your legs and leaving you quivering in the aftermath. shockwaves of pleasure rip through your core, and your pussy drools at how ruthlessly hinata’s dick feels inside you.

the sound of skin-on-skin fills the room again, and you’re mewling into the floor with your head in your arms. he’s the perfect size: his tip ghosts over your sweet spot, and his girth spreads you open the perfect amount. it’s like he’s teasing you, keeping you that close to the brink.

“feels good- more, hinata-san-!” you choke out. your toes curl as his dick throbs and rubs up into your wet walls, your insides clenching up and milking his cock for dear life. “more, more- do me more, please!”

“oh? you like that?” hinata grinds his hips against you harder, and your body threatens to cave in on itself. “you like being fucked like this, sweetheart? you like being fucked like a whore in front of my entire team?”

“h-having your dick in me feels good- your dick feels so good!,” you sob into your hands. you can feel the remnants of bokuto’s cum lurching deep inside of you, and every time hinata’s dick prods at your cervix, you can’t help but moan lewdly.

he keeps stirring up your insides, observing your body to see what brings out the strongest reactions. you’re squirming and crying out underneath him, trapped underneath his heavy body and being pressed flush to the ground.

you never knew being manhandled could feel this good.

“hah- you’re sucking me in so much- that pussy of yours won’t stop taking my dick-,” hinata pants. he continues to grind into you, and his leaking tip won’t stop bruising against your deepest spot. he’s reducing you into a teary, begging mess without even doing much, just by bullying his cock into your stretched out cunt. you can’t stop gushing around his dick, your pussy overwhelmed and drinking up how good it feels to have a man’s cock making a mess out of it.

you arch your back, your cunt coiling up. the knot deep in your stomach twists around itself, threatening to snap at any given moment, and you’re so far gone from the feeling of being fucked out like a whore that you can barely slur out your words. “gonna cum…! please- wanna cum, wanna cum so bad…!”

“yeah? are you gonna cum on my cock? is my cock making you feel that good?” hinata taunts. you nod, practically slobbering all over yourself as you try to move your hips back against his, wanting more of him inside you and messing you up. the pleasure’s ridiculously overwhelming, to the point that you know your pussy’s gonna be beyond saving by the time these men are done running a train on you. but you don’t care: all that’s on your mind right now is stuffing your slutty hole with as much cum and dick as you possibly can.

your thighs shake uncontrollably, and you can barely keep your ass up in the air. your body is on the verge of collapsing, and hinata firmly plants his hands around your hips to keep you right where you are.

“so close- ‘m so close, hinata-san…!” you plead. you shakily reach down your stomach with one hand, rubbing desperate circles down onto your clit. you nearly cum right there and then, your senses overrun by the pleasure of touching yourself and having hinata ravish you.

he smacks your ass gently, his fingers rubbing circles into your soft flesh. “c’mon- stay with me a little longer, pretty girl- let me have my fun too… ‘m almost there with you.”

you clench up around him, sucking in your stomach as you frantically toy with your clit. he’s close, you know he’s close, yet the thought of cumming with him has you almost passing out from how lewd it feels. all these volleyball players that you admired from afar, often in the bleachers or on tv, are having their way with you. fucking your mouth, forcing you to swallow their cum, stuffing your abused pussy with as much semen as you can humanly take…

“you ready? are you gonna let me creampie you, sweetheart?” hinata grips your body.

“yes-! cum inside me- want it inside me, hinata-san…!” you gasp out. he grunts as he keeps you firmly in place, pumping his swollen cock into you roughly. you nearly fall over from the motion, and your body chokes up at the rough shockwaves of pure euphoria that overtake your core.

“that’s right. take it all for me, princess.” he buries his cock as deep as he can into you, and your arch your back all pretty for him. a loud whimper manages to escape through your lips when you feel him pulse in your pussy before he cums inside of you. he feels like a second heartbeat in your cunt, the way his dick throbs and twitches as he empties his heavy balls. your stomach immediately feels heavy, his cum flooding your hole and mixing in with whatever bokuto left inside you.

“c-cumming…!” the knot in your stomach snaps. the added pressure of feeling hinata cum inside of you topples you over the edge, and you’re crying loudly as your pussy tightens around his orgasming cock like a vice. hinata grits his teeth as he feels you creaming around him, your pussy clinging to every inch and vein on his girthy dick like your life depends on it. it’s fitting, for a cock-hungry slut like you, to end up cumming on him while he fills that insatiable cunt of yours up with his loaded semen.

you’re reeling on the floor, twitching and gasping for air. your mind is clouded, and you can barely feel your own body as hinata slowly yanks himself out of you. he watches with unwavering eyes as your hole flutters and gapes, and a few drops of pearly white cum drip out of your pussy and down your thighs.

“so pretty,” hinata laughs, patting your ass. “bet that felt good, huh?”

you can’t even answer him as he wipes his cock clean on your legs, smearing more of his cum all over your messed up body.

he stands up and motions for someone else to come over. “alright, who’s up next?”

…

how long has this been going on for? everything blurs over in your head. all you remember is the dull throngs of pleasure consuming your body, your legs held open and stretched out as every member of the black jackals indulge in their turn. hands pull at your tits and twist your face, and you can barely recall the number of men you’ve kissed or blown off with your mouth, your lips sensitive and bruised from the onslaught you took.

you’re overstimulated beyond comprehension, to the point that just having someone’s fingers ghost over your abused clit has you squirming and squealing incoherently. you can’t even form words properly, only crying out from the uncontrollable pleasure you’re being subjected to.

how many rounds have they gone? how much sex have you had? you don’t know, and at this point, you don’t even care. your pussy is long gone, heavy and twitching from the amount of semen that’s been shoved into you. you can’t even recall how many times you came from being rough-handled in such a demeaning manner, yet you managed to get off on it the most.

“hey, hey, why don’t we try something?” someone calls out. you think you recognize the boisterous voice as he grabs at you, big hands easily molding you into the position that he wants. you can’t bring yourself to clear your mind enough to see who’s grabbing at you—after a while, all the different bodies all feel the same.

“whaddya have in mind, bokkun?”

the man grabbing at you giggles, and he presses his still big cock flush against your cum-drenched cunt. not putting it in directly just yet, but teasing you as he grinds against your slit.

“why don’t we have a competition to see who can knock her up first? don’t you think that’d be fun?”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #hinata shoyo #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #bokuto kotaro #x reader #fem reader #my writing

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1zukuz · 1 year

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WRONG INITIAL !!

HOW haikyuu boys react when you don't get their initial on your nails !

INCLUDES: cussing + fluff

ATSUMU, KAGEYAMA, BOKUTO, KUROO, SUNA, KENMA, OIKAWA

lol if ur name starts with a y i apologize kuroo didn't mean it

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slut4msby · 4 months

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Happy New Year? Miya Atsumu x Fem!Reader

+ tags & warnings; suggestive content, heavily implied smut, atsumu and reader did the deed :0??, borderline fuckboy!atsumu [i have a soft spot for fuckboy!atsumu], not proofread, implied ex bf but no one is specified other than being a vb player so use ur imagination qts :3

+ a/n; hey guys! i'm lea :3. this is my first fic on tumblr in YEARS i used to have an account long long long ago that like NO ONE would know so this is my welcome back ig ;p have some fuckboy!atsumu tehheeheh [i want fuckboy!atsumu so bad or maybe i just have issues teheheh]. also its dec 31 when i post this so HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! stay safe and take care x

Waking up on your own has become a tradition on New Year's Day. For the past three years, a very lonely past three years. Ever since your partner had broken up with you.

This year was no different, waking up in an empty bed - but not your bed? The realisation left you in confusion. Your eyes darted around the room, cologne, dirty clothes, sports trophies and empty water bottles filled the room. How classy. You sat up against the headboard, head pounding from the alcohol that had consumed your body the night before. Despite its uncleanliness it was a nice room at its core. The problem is, you don't know when you got here or how you got here. Matter of fact if you were even still in the country.

“Hey Doll.” A shirtless figure called from the doorway, a towel wrapped around his waist, his V-line on full display. He was fit, no one could deny that. His blonde hair messy from his shower, his body littered with hickies and scratches - your hickies and scratches. “You really did a number on me huh?” He let out a soft chuckle.

You tried to respond but your body was still in a state of shock from the man you had managed to catch.

“You alright princess? You seemed to be a lot louder and confident last night.” He teased, walking towards you taking a seat on his bed. “You know, you look good in my shirt.” He adds on in reference to the oversized t-shirt which accompanied your body. He shuffled closer to you, he planted another kiss on your neck over one of the many purple marks he had given you last night, “could get used to having you around.”

“Me?” You question, he only nods in response.

He grabs your face in his hand. You couldn’t deny his hands were nice, they were big and he obviously knew how to use them. He moved you to look at him, forcing tension. You couldn’t lie from what you could remember is that he was good. He pulled you closer and closer, looking at your lips and then your eyes. “Can I?” He asks.

“Can you?” You respond giving him your infamous ‘fuck-me eyes’.

“Oh doll, we both know we can.” He mutters against your lips, before pulling you in for a kiss which you very happily accept.

That’s when the memories come back, you could never forget a kiss like that. You remember Kuroo forcing you to a party and meeting him, Atsumu Miya.

“C’moonnnnnnnn n/n-chan it will be fun.” Kuroo begged.

“Tetsu, I don’t know I am happy alone.”

“You’re so boring now n/n-chan.” He pouts. He knows that sentence will rile you up. “You used to be the life of the party y/n.”

“Used to? Oh baby I still am.”

“Then come to the party n/n.”

“Fine.”

You remember walking in and being greeted by Bokuto who you hadn't seen in years. Completely ditching the volleyball scene after your ex-boyfriend. Bokuto was still as huge and friendly as always. You greeted all the familiar faces and were even introduced to some new ones. It was nice. As the hours went on the alcohol overtook your body.

You had found yourself on a couch on top of him - Atsumu Miya.

“Woahh pretty girl slow down.” He pulls away from the kiss a string of saliva breaking you apart as he does so. “What's yer name, pretty girl?” He asks before leaving light kisses on your neck forcing a gasp out of you.

“L/n.” You say quickly, “y/n l/n.”

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He says continuing kissing down your neck. He would have gone further right then and there however your rendezvous was cut short by Bokuto and Kuroo calling your name. And you thought that was gonna be the last encounter with the mystery man.

“Ohhhh~ n/n-chan getting it on with tsum-tsum.” Bokuto teases.

“N/n is lonelyyyyyy.” Kuroo slurs.

The teasing continued all night, however at 11:58pm everyone started gathering around for the countdown, you were convinced this is the fourth year you would be lonely. Before you felt an arm snag your waist.

“Hey pretty girl.” He purrs into your ear.

“Oh it’s you.”

“I have a name y’know princess?”

Silence.

“Do yer seriously not know who I am.”

“Egotistical by the sound of it, pretty boy.” You respond.

“Atsumu Miya. Y’know? MSBY’s setter?”

“Right. I like pretty boy more.” You giggle.

“Yer won't be moaning that tonight trust me doll.”

Atsumu pulls you in for a kiss, “So you wanna take me up on that offer princess?”

You can’t help but nod eagerly.

Happy New year to you indeed.

©slut4msby.

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houseoftulips · 11 months

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Overstimulated | HQ Men ~ the one where you just needed littleeee bit of space

─➭ hq men x fem!reader: atsumu miya, bokuto kotaro

─➭ mentions of: overestimation (not nsfw), reader is just irritated and tired, no hard feelings, fluff, comfort (?)

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Atsumu Miya

You had a longer day than you anticipated, thus sparked a little irritation. You were called into work 30 minutes earlier than usual because some higher up decided they wanted to see your presentation earlier than planned so you rushed to get ready for work and didn't look as professional than usual.

Then you forgot your lunch and your boyfriend was already at work and couldn't bring it to you. So you were hangry all day and small things just kept building up. When you came home you were ready to finally be away from people and decompress, your boyfriend (who shows his feelings physically) thought that's what you needed.

"Atsumu, please," you said firmly as you turned around to face him. You had such a irritated look on your face that Atsumu almost cried on the spot. "Give me some freaking space."

Poor baby was just trying to hold you from behind since he hadn't seen you all day. And he’s well aware that he can be annoying but he's never seen you look at him like that. He'd think you'd look cute with your nostrils flared up but you kinda scared him a bit. So he gave you what you asked for with a little pout on his face and stepped aside to let you walk out of the kitchen into your shared bedroom.

You let out a frustrating huff as you close the door to take a much needed bath. Had you just realized that you snapped at ‘tsumu? Yes. Are you gonna apologize? Of course…but after the bath. You need to calm down for a bit after all that.

Atsumu heard you turn on the faucet in the bathtub so he knew you were going to take a while but he has matured enough to understand that you needed the space. And he remembered the texts you sent venting to him about what’s happening.

He orders for pickup from your favorite spot just around the corner from your building and set some pj’s for you since he noticed you forgot to grab some and left it on the bed before leaving to get the food.

About 20 or so minutes later, you felt so much better. With how overwhelming you felt all day, you never got the chance to just slow down for a second. You grabbed your towel resting on the toilet cover as you get up from the tub. You wrap it around yourself then drained the water. You do your regular skincare routine and left the bathroom to see a pair of sleep shorts and atsumu’s t-shirt.

You let out an appreciative smile before drying off and putting the clothes on. Once you finished you walked out of the room to go find ‘tsumu and apologize but he wasn’t there. You pout a bit thinking you really hurt his feelings so you were going to call him but you heard the front door unlock.

You take a couple of steps over to the door to see him walk in with two plastic bags in hand. One had two to-go boxes and the other held a small and clear container with what looks like cake.

As ‘tsumu takes his shoes off he looks up to see you standing there looking cute as shit in his t-shirt. “Hey baby, you okay?” he asks with a smile as he walks over to you.

You smile back and it makes his chest warm. “Yeah honey,” you say softly as you cup his cheek, “I’m sorry for being snappy earlier. I didn’t mean it.”

‘Tsumu gives you a wider smile as he leans into your touch and moves his head to press a kiss on your palm. “I know baby, it’s okay,” he says as he sets the bags on the kitchen counter before opening them. He pulls the to-go boxes out and opens one up to you, “Your favorite from the shop around the corner, m’lady. And a mini bundt cake.”

You giggle and lean up to press a kiss on his cheek with a loud smooch, “Thank you, ‘tsumu.”

“You’re welcome, baby,” he smiles as he looks at you then your lips, “Can I hold you? I missed you.”

You didn’t hesitate to wrap your arms around his neck and stood on your tippy-toes to press a loving kiss against his lips. Atsumu sighed into the kiss as he slides his hands over your hips towards your lower back.

Both of you pull away with smiles on your faces. You look up at him with sparkling eyes and a smile. “Love you, baby,” Atsumu whispers against your lips.

“Love you too, ‘tsumu.”

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Bokuto Kotaro

Working from home had its pros but the cons? Staring at two different screens all day in the same chair can be the most irritating con. Yes, you can get up and stretch while working in your pj’s by today was not the case.

You’ve been back and forth with the same damn project you and your team have been working on for weeks. Everything and anything regarding the said project has been making negative impacts and affecting communication with your team. As much as you love them, your patients was running thin.

You were in a middle of a phone call when Kou came home from practice. He stayed longer than usual for practice for a game coming up so he came home wanting to see you right away since he missed you so damn much.

But he was caught in your wrath when he barged into your little home office in the guest bedroom of your shared home to gain your attention.

“Baby!” he called out loudly as he opened the door and walked towards you with his bright smile.

Now he usually does this when he comes home but with what was going on with work you just couldn’t take it. Feeling him wrap his beefy arms around your shoulders it felt like the weight of your project was pulling you down. And the pressure you felt in your chest made you antsy and uncomfortable right away.

“Kou, get off I’m in a meeting,” you scolded as you lightly pushed him away and turned back towards the computer screens.

Oh our sweet owl’s hair deflated had the sound of your mean mom voice, he likes to call it. A deep pout settles on his face as he stares at the back of your head. “Meanie…,” he mumbled then his eyes move behind your head to the two screens. He recognized the slides you were looking at.

“The same project?” he thinks…

He remembers you venting about your frustrations with the project a couple days ago and he thought things have settled down now. So he steps out of the room while closing the door softly. Yes, he’s a little hurt but you’re stressed so it’s not something he’ll take to heart.

You’re a patient woman. One of the many reasons why he loves you. When he has his downs, you’re there for him the entire way and he’ll do the exact same for you. When you’re frustrated you do tend to want to be alone for a minute or two than wanting any physical interaction like Kou does.

So, since you still have 15 more minutes left till you clock out for the day, Kou gets the idea to hopefully lift your spirits. He had called you during his break to let you know he’ll be picking food up for dinner so it was all ready for you once you were.

Exactly 15 minutes later, you let out the longest sigh as you get up from your chair to stretch. You also let out a quiet ‘jesus christ’ in frustration too when you remembered how you greeted Kou back earlier. You hate acting out like that because it leaves a bad taste in your mouth. So you move your stiff legs out the bedroom door.

“Hey, sweets!” kou smiled with his hair standing a bit.

Your eyes widen as you slip an ‘oh’ in surprise seeing a little fort in the living room and take-out boxes ready to open. It looks like Kou was laying the pillows from the bed down on the floor with blankets galore piled together.

You giggle as you take in the scene. The warm fairy lights were on and so was the tv. The smell of food made you stomach growl. Kou sits on one side of the fort with a huff. “Come here, baby,” he pouts with open arms, “I know you had a hard day.”

You move hastily towards him to sit on his lap and arms wrapped around his neck. Your face nuzzled into his neck. Kou takes you in a warm embrace with his arms around your waist. “M’sorry, Kou,” you mumbled as he held you tighter against him, “Stupid project is kicking my ass.”

Kou laughs softly as he presses kisses on your shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” he says before pulling away from you, “I got your favorite from that restaurant down the street.”

You smile and cup his face before smooshing his cheeks together. “You’re the best, you know?” you say as a fact before giving him a fat kiss like you usually do when he comes home.

“You are though,” you mumble against your kiss as he squeezes your waist and pulls away with a happy smile, “The best and the prettiest baby…”

You laugh wholeheartedly as he began to smother you in kisses and raspberries. “Kou!” you laugh, “Come onnn, I’m hungry!”

“Nope!” he laughed and continued to kiss and tickle your sides, “This is what you get for being mean!”

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nova-amor · 6 months

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whatever miya atsumu set his mind to, he wouldn't stop until he was 100% satisfied with the final result. regardless of whether it was practicing his serves or setting a new weightlifting personal record, atsumu was always determined to succeed.

so, it shouldn't come as a surprise that after challenging him to see who could last longer during sex, that atsumu would take it personally. he had cleared off his weekend schedule— canceling any plans and appointments that he had made to have an open schedule set aside just for you.

he had even set up a mini scoreboard on your nightstand, keeping an official record of how many orgasms you gave each other through the weekend. he had made it a serious challenge, determined to prove to you that he was willing to win no matter what.

atsumu planted a fat kiss on your swollen clit, the bud throbbing and sore from the continuous stimulation. he peered up at you with half-lidded eyes, swiping his tongue over his top lip to clean off the creamy stains of your release from his mouth.

he had been eating you out for what had felt like an eternity, sucking your soul straight out from your overwhelmed cunt. "your thighs are shaking so much," atsumu pointed out, resting his cheek along your inner thigh. he resisted the urge to smile, knowing how exhausted you were based on the way your brows furrowed and chest rose and fell with heavy breaths.

"do you need a break? we can stop," your eyes snapped open at his suggestion, any sense of fatigue instantly fleeing. you shuffled your body away from his, his own moving up to sit on the balls of his feet.

"don't wanna stop— wanna keep going," you mumbled, determined to prove yourself. your hands worked quick to wrap themselves around his cock. you were absolutely determined to even out the scores, you weren’t going to lose this challenge. "we aren't stopping until you give up."

atsumu smirked, "m-me? g-give up?" he stuttered, hips bucking to match the pace you had set. you two hadn't even fucked yet— spending the last few hours pleasuring each other with your hands and mouths instead. "h-have you met me? i don't give up."

you returned the smirk, giving his shaft a rough squeeze; he let a groan slip out at the sensation. "well, you know me— i don't either."

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kodaiki · 2 years

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꒰ 8:45 P.M. ꒱❛ miya atsumu x reader ༉‧₊˚✧

“you don’t get to just do that!” you scold the taller man, feeling your cheeks flush hotter than they already were.

roommate!atsumu stands tall in front of you, crossed arms over his chest as he looks over at you boredly - boredly! he has the audacity to act nonchalant in the middle of getting an earful from you!

“do what?” he asks, jutting his chin out in feign innocence.

“do what-" you scoff, repeating him. “you third wheeled my date!”

“wasn’t your date the dinner?” atsumu asks skeptically, putting a hand to his chin in thought. “i didn’t third wheel nothin’.”

you groan in frustration at the blond. miya atsumu may be your roommate and best friend, sure, but you wanted to strangle him ninety-nine percent of the time.

you’d gotten back from a date just an hour prior, bringing your date home along with you since he (and well, you didn’t mind) wanted to continue after your reservation at the nice spot in the center of town.

“you can’t seriously by playing dumb right now,” you mutter, turning away from him as you trudge back over to the living area where coasters and a near empty (mostly atsumu’s doing) bowl of chips are settled on an end table. first, you put the coasters back in their place on the lower shelf of the table for the next time you have company — thanks to atsumu though, you don’t think that’ll be soon.

then, grabbing the bowl, you walk back toward the kitchen where atsumu’s leaning against the counter, closely watching your movements.

“the first date i’ve had in months and the guy’s never gonna call again,” you continue muttering. it’s toward your roommate but you’re not exactly talking to him, more like talking into the air, well aware he’d catch it.

at your less frustrated expression, atsumu's original playful and mischievous gleam in his eye dissipates. you look more solemn, shoulders hunched as you do the dishes in the sink – after all, it was your turn to do the chores.

“to be fair, i don’t think you’d want a guy like that calling again. to have to be told to take off his shoes when entering our home? i can already tell what sort of man that is,” atsumu huffs, remembering the way the man so casually stepped into your apartment, following you, watching you slip off your heels – heels atsumu knew you hated wearing since they always left a blister at your pinky toe – and just, waltz in without taking off his shoes.

“he apologized!“ you quip back, glaring at him over your shoulder. “maybe he’s raised different.”

“sure.” the faux blond rolls his eyes as he recalls the way the man (now come to think of it, atsumu doesn’t even remember his name) apologized quickly to you when he’d been the one to tell him to take off his shoes in a rather dry tone. apologizing for the sake of it, atsumu thinks, because just two minutes after walking in he’s asking for some wine. asking!

“he was nice all night and you were being so hostile and interrupting us,” you chide, going back to scrubbing a plate in the sink.

“he was nice to you,” atsumu clarifies. “man didn’t like me the second he walked in-“

“-demanding a man to take off his shoes isn’t exactly a polite hello,” you cut off knowingly but atsumu continues anyway.

“-so of course i was hostile.” not to mention, atsumu wants to add, the way said man stared at his dear, beloved roommate as if she were a meal, only melting her resolve with sly compliments and an innocent act. “he gave me weird looks,” he settles on instead.

“can’t imagine why.”

he could tell the minute your date walked through the door, charming smile gracing his lips as you stepped inside, he had more plans than just dinner and some home snacks. nah, atsumu thinks with a sneer, he wanted dessert.

but damn, if atsumu’s chest didn’t swell with pride and confidence at the slight falter in your date’s reaction to him, a roommate you were vague talking about (so vague you didn’t mention it was a man at all).

it helped that he could tell the guy was a sleaze, finding any excuse to set the mood; drinks, a rom-com playing on one of the movie channels of your cable box, shutting off the lights. yeah, atsumu had fun barging through the living room of your apartment every fifteen minutes, claiming he needed something, either from the kitchen or the living area itself.

atsumu walks up next to you, holding a hand out. it’s a subtle attempt to lighten the mood, helping you dry the dishes as you wash them, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you.

“you probably made him feel uncomfortable,” you pout, passing him a mug to dry.

that was my intention, he thinks. “by just bein’ me? hm, i think that’s a him problem then.”

“still, he wasn't being outright rude to you, or me! he-"

"right, because he was nice," atsumu drawls out, rolling his eyes.

"yes," you answer, matter-of-factly. "nice."

"these quote, nice guys, aren't it, gotta tell 'ya." he crosses his arms as he sighs out, looking as if he knows all, as if he's about to give you some wise words. good thing you know he's miya atsumu so you don't expect too much.

"oh yeah?" you muse, light smile curling one side of your lips, a reaction he was hoping for.

"definitely. it's all a facade covering up all their severely red flags. 'ya need a guy who can tease ya, make fun of ya, y'know the type to laugh first when you fall and then ask if you're alright."

"oh, so someone like you then?" you stifle a laugh at his blatant autobiography. you don't notice the underlying meaning of your question when you ask it but atsumu does.

he freezes for a second, glancing at your genuine curiosity. "y-yeah," he stammers, grateful that you don't catch it, reaching up to put away a dried bowl back into a cabinet. "someone fun. not "nice"."

"an asshole," you reveal with a teasing lilt, awaiting his response. atsumu whips his head toward you, brows furrowed at your insinuation. at the playful gleam in your eyes, all frustration settled between your brows fully gone, he relaxes.

"sometimes," he clarifies, looking down at you amusedly.

"mm," you hum out in disagreement. "i think it's always."

"yeah?" he tests, raising a brow at you. "didn't i bring an umbrella to your job so you wouldn't get stuck in the rain?"

"fine, fine." you brush him off, waving your arms.

"or that time i bought you lunch 'cus you forgot your bento?"

"i get it-"

"driving you home from that god awful date you had three months ago?"

"atsumu-!" your voice is pitched higher in embarrassment, remembering the circumstances.

"what about the time i saved you from a nice guy who probably isn't so much of a nice guy?" his voice is quiet then, looking deeply at you.

your mortified expression shifts into a softer one, absorbing his words. although atsumu came off as a prick ninety percent of the time, he really did have your best interest at heart — even though your best interest could only satisfyingly be him.

“he talked about his workout routine all the way here,” you mumble out of nowhere, feeding into atsumu’s perception.

“i knew it!” he snaps his fingers and looks at you victoriously. “that’s total douche behavior if y’ask me. dodged a bullet, doll.”

you sigh out a laugh, lips curling up at his eager expression. “guess I did. besides,” you pause, bumping his shoulder with yours, despite the height difference. nothing but an affectionate tone slips between your lips and as it seems, you’ve forgotten whatever you’d been annoyed at him for. “i think i’m keen on a particular asshole in my life anyway.”

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kira-fluff · 10 months

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haikyuu!! neurodivergent headcanons 💕

tw: several listed mental illnesses, some of these are solely off of vibes but most of them I have reasons lol note! I do not believe autism is a mental illness or something that is "wrong" with an individual, hence why the title is "neurodivergent" rather than "mental illness". just had to put that out there! to all my neurodivergent babies I love you! a/n: hello! as a neurodivergent like myself (depression, anxiety, ptsd, bulimia, etc etc) i thought it would be really cool to do an analysis on one of my biggest hobbies (psychological illnesses) and relate them to haikyuu characters! some of them have a deeper explanation because I feel so strongly about it.

attention-deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADD/ADHD) BOKUTO, hinata, NISHINOYA, atsumu, lev

generalized anxiety disorder (GAD) sugawara, OIKAWA, asahi, yamaguchi, yachi, aone, akaashi, tendo

social anxiety disorder (SAD) asahi, KENMA

post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) oikawa

depression (MDD) oikawa, KENMA, kuroo, suna, matsukawa, tendo

autism sakusa, USHIJIMA, kageyama, kyotani, kenma

eating disorder(s) (AND, BND, BED) OIKAWA, KENMA

obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) oikawa

borderline personality disorder (BPD) daishou

insomnia kuroo, kenma, osamu

hypersomnia suna

analysis under the cut

it's pretty obvious that bokuto struggles the most to self-regulate, even to others, but I personally believe that oikawa struggles the most with his mental health.

like almost everyone in haikyuu, oikawa is obsessed with volleyball, but he takes it to a point of overexertion and taking his anger and frustration at his own inadequacies out on others.

I really think oikawa's relationship between he and kageyama and he and ushijima are the ones that show how bad his anxiety is

ushijima and kageyama both don't understand the emotions oikawa is feeling which could be written off as them not understanding their talents, but I think it's something more

to me, I feel it is blatantly obvious that ushijima is autistic. he just so frequently seems to be unable to read the emotions of others or takes things literally when it's something else intended. I'm not autistic, though, so autistic community, let me know your thoughts!

bokuto and hinata both have an insane amount of energy, but struggle to be successful in school. sports works for both of them because their focus is constantly needed to be diverted or "all over the place" that it helps them be great players

kuroo is one of those other characters that I feel like I'm reaching to say he has mental health struggles but to me it just comes off in vibes. first of all, any kid with divorced parents should be in therapy so I feel there's definitely some struggles there.

I think kuroo is the type that hides his struggles and pretends they aren't happening. he puts a lot of pressure on himself to be the best at everything he does, and so he feels he doesn't have time to deal with the emotions that leave him feeling empty

kenma was someone I immediately felt was autistic. he has so many key factors like an obsession/hyperfocus on his hobbies and trouble socializing (social anxiety).

kenma has some of the strongest evidence toward my beliefs, specifically in this quote: "I'm not good with people, and I don't want to interact with them. and yet, I'm very concerned about what others think of me." like, tell me that doesn't radiate autistic/SAD vibes!!!!

idk what it is, like inadequacies or what but I genuinely believe oikawa has some kind of trauma. like he's definitely carrying something that so heavily effected him that it controls the choices he makes in life

I don't have much evidence that suna has depression, it's just a vibe because of his mannerisms and what he says. I think it's the kind where it's well-managed, but it shows up in physical symptoms like apathy more than anything.

atsumu gives ADHD vibes solely because of like how all over the place he is and how he can't always seem to properly get out what he's trying to say lol

sakusa is one that to me could be seen as "done with your bullshit" but I think he also hates crowds (like me, I mean who doesn't) and struggles socially probably because of anxiety or autism. not sure!

basing daishou off of vibes, too, because if I'm being honest all I've seen in the show is him having hostile relationships or being on-off with them, though its certain I could be reading too much into it, but that's the fun of headcanons.

do you agree with what I wrote? I would love to hear your thoughts!

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paperultra · 2 months

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THE FIVE NONSENSES

[ SOULMATE!AU ] Pairing: Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader x Miya Atsumu Summary: Like most people, you do not meet the Miya twins so much as they are thrust upon you. Unlike most people, you are thrust upon them as well. read on ao3 | read on quotev

CHAPTER THREE: SMELL Word Count: 8,205 words Warnings: Swearing

“Hey, you! Join the photography club!”

You narrowly dodge the flyer thrust in front of your face, knocking back into someone in the process. Flustered, you move in the opposite direction, only to knock shoulders with another student walking the other way. Both of your apologies get lost in the noise.

“Join the basketball team! Winter Cup finalists two years in a row!”

“Improve your focus in calligraphy club!”

“Join kyudo club!”

“Join marching band!”

With a small huff, you grab the strap of Osamu’s schoolbag and squeeze through the crowd. Osamu looks over his shoulder at you, and you meet his raised eyebrow with a grimace; not long after, a hand presses between your shoulder blades to usher you forward.

“Dammit,” Atsumu grumbles, digging his phone out of his pocket. “Where’s the volleyball club?”

“Hell if I know,” Osamu says. “Call Aran.”

“’S what I’m doin’, dumbass.” Punching a few buttons, the other boy presses his phone against his ear with visible impatience. “Aran!” Your cheeks burn with embarrassment as Atsumu’s voice carries high over the clamor surrounding you, causing several students to swivel their heads. “Where the hell’s the volleyball club? … Class 1-7? Seriously?”

Hanging up without so much as a thank-you, Atsumu quickens his stride down the congested hallway. Osamu follows suit, and you end up seizing the back of his blazer as the three of you head to Class 1-7, evading arms and signs and flyers the entire way.

Having visited the school before to watch Ojiro play, you had known that Inarizaki High School is big; navigating it as a student on the first day of school, however, is a whole different animal. You hadn’t realized it was this big. Or this crowded. After a year of being large fish in a small pond, you now find yourselves in an ocean.

At least you have the twins to rough it with.

(It should be noted that your thankfulness varies wildly from hour to hour.)

Near the entrance to Class 1-7, you spot Ojiro wielding a bright sign advertising the volleyball club. He easily stands head and shoulders above most of the other students, and the sight of a familiar face helps you relax – even though you’d just seen him at graduation a few weeks ago, he somehow looks older here, comfortable and self-assured in the raucous halls of Inarizaki.

“Yo! Aran!” Osamu and Atsumu call out, running up to the second-year. You, still holding onto Osamu’s blazer, are unceremoniously yanked along.

Ojiro perks up and grins widely when you all reach him, freeing one hand to bump fists with the twins. “’Bout time you guys showed up. Thought ya chickened out or somethin’,” he exclaims, then nods at you with a grin. “Good to see you here too, [L/n]-chan.”

You smile back. “Hi, Ojiro-senpai.”

(Of all the people the twins consider friends, which have always been rather scant in number, you like Ojiro Aran the best.)

“Chickened out?” Atsumu scoffs. “No way. You scrubs are gonna need us if ya wanna win nationals this year.”

A laugh bursts out of Ojiro’s chest. “Don’t ya think you’re gettin’ a little ahead of yerself?”

“Yeah, well, what’s new?” Osamu pipes up. He elbows his brother’s side, jabbing a thumb at the doorway when the latter chokes up and glares. “Hurry yer ass up, ‘Tsumu, we haven’t even signed up yet.”

You cough. Ojiro laughs again, leading the three of you into the classroom.

There’s a ton of students already inside when you enter. In one corner of the room is the girls’ volleyball club, and in the other is the boys’, though many are mingling and wandering around to chat. A few are upperclassmen wearing the Inarizaki volleyball team’s jacket – the rest, you assume, are first-years hoping for a chance to join.

It’s not surprising for a school that’s gone to the Spring Tournament almost thirty times. Most of these applicants will be benched for their entire high school career.

Following Ojiro to the desk for the boys’ volleyball club, you encounter the two people sitting behind it.

“Arata-senpai, Kobayashi-senpai,” Ojiro announces, clapping one hand on Osamu’s shoulder and the other on Atsumu’s, “got a package deal for ya.”

The first thing you notice about Arata is how tall he is when he’s sitting down. Then he slowly stands up, and your eyes widen as he keeps going and going, finally stopping about half a head taller than Ojiro.

Arata breathes in, vulpine eyes narrowing, before he slams his hands down on the desk with a loud thwap.

“If it ain’t the Miya twins!” he chirps, voice much peppier than expected, and you choke back a surprised laugh. “I watched yer match last year at nationals. You two think ya have what it takes to be part of a powerhouse?”

“Why talk big when we can just show ya, senpai?” Atsumu says, as if he hadn’t been gassing himself up to Ojiro moments before. He pulls out his signup sheet, already filled out in his usual large, messy print, and slides it over to the captain, leaning over the desk with one hand on his hip. “Got yers, ’Samu?”

“Yup.” Osamu slides his over as well, handwriting slightly neater.

Arata takes the sheets happily. Your gaze falls upon his hands by chance, and then it remains there, taking stock of the scribbles of purple and red decorating his skin.

Ojiro whistles. “Looks like yer soulmate’s havin’ fun with some gel pens,” he comments, pointing at Arata’s hands.

“Hm?” The other boy blinks and takes a moment to inspect the words curving below his knuckles. His brow furrows, and he squints before finally breaking out into a goofy smile. “Ah,” he says, and his voice takes on a distinctly fonder, dreamier tone, “guess they are. They’ve been practicin’ hiragana a lot lately. See? Pretty good, eh?” Arata stretches his hands out face-down, showing them off.

(You can barely read the characters.)

“Neat,” Atsumu says, though his tone has flattened just slightly.

“Right?” Arata doesn’t seem to notice. “We’re gonna finally see each other in person next summer after I graduate. They’re graduating high school this June in Spain …”

“He’s really excited,” Ojiro mutters to the three of you, “in case ya couldn’t tell.”

The volleyball captain’s cheeks turn an endearing shade of pink. “What’s wrong with that, huh, Ojiro? I’m gonna spend the rest of my life with them, so it’s a good sign I’m lookin’ forward to it.”

Next to you, Osamu shifts and shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants. You feel his elbow brush against your arm, bare skin separated by layers of fabric.

The rest of your life.

A strange feeling forms in the pit of your stomach. It’s the same kind you get whenever your parents ask about Osamu, and whenever you see couples wearing matching outfits at the mall – a feeling a little less than longing, and a little more than guilt. Like you ought to be doing more, saying more, expressing more. Feeling more.

You wonder what it is like to be Arata, infatuated, proudly flaunting the colors on his hands.

The girl sitting at the desk finally speaks up.

“I thought we were talkin’ about volleyball, not yer love life, Arata.”

Your gaze moves away from Arata’s wrists and onto the girl.

Still sitting, she and the captain paint a picture of a mouse and an elephant, her tiny form complemented by large, expressionless eyes and a small nose. The maroon jacket hanging off her shoulders looks one size too big.

And yet, when her gaze flicks over and meets yours, you’re overtaken by a sudden chill.

Scary.

Arata jumps and glances down at her. “O-Oh, right! Sorry, Kobayashi-chan, I guess I got carried away.”

“It’s fine.” Kobayashi continues to stare at you, and you start to feel slightly uncomfortable. “’S why I’m here.”

“Yeah!” Coughing, Arata rubs the back of his neck and turns his attention back to the twins. “Gettin’ back on track … if it isn’t obvious already, Kobayashi-chan is our manager. She’s real good. Real detailed.”

“But I’m also in my third year, which means we’re currently lookin’ for a new manager for next year,” Kobayashi supplies. “So if ya happen to know any first-years who’re qualified and willing to apply for the right reasons, please let me know.”

Your brow furrows at that.

“Whaddaya mean, ‘the right reasons’?” Osamu asks.

A sheepish laugh escapes Arata’s throat. “Well … the volleyball team’s pretty popular, so we get a lot of folks wantin’ to be manager just to get closer to the team and see if one of the members is their soulmate.” He sighs. “It’s not that I wanna keep any soulmates apart, but those kinds of applicants slow down the search, and obviously, we want a manager who actually wants to manage.”

Ah. Already, some of your peers already seem like they’re on a time crunch to find their person. Soulmates are getting to be a bigger and bigger deal as you get older, and with that comes certain expectations. It’s not hard to figure out why some would hope to have someone popular and athletic.

“Sorry, don’t know anybody like that,” Atsumu replies at the same time Ojiro says your name.

You look at your senior, surprised.

He directs a finger upwards. “Ya know volleyball pretty well,” he points out. “Wanna apply? You already manage the twins, after all.”

“Oi, what’s that s’posed to mean –”

Arata seems to finally notice you, eyebrows raising. “Oh! Sorry, didn’t see ya there,” he exclaims. “What’s yer name?”

Reluctantly, you step up next to Osamu and introduce yourself.

“[L/n]-chan. So ya know the twins?”

“I’ve lived on the same street as them since elementary school.”

“Really! Ya must know them well, then.”

“More than well,” says Kobayashi.

She points down at your hand. Arata follows her finger, and you resist the urge to curl your pinkie when his mouth drops.

“Oh, damn, you’re soulmates with – er, uh –”

Osamu and Atsumu just stand there, watching the captain flounder. After a few seconds, you reach up and tug Osamu’s earlobe sharply.

“Osamu,” you say, both as an answer and as a scolding, ignoring the muttered ‘ow’ coming from your right.

Clapping his hands, Arata nods. “You’re soulmates with Osamu-kun! Wow, that’s amazing. And you’ve been together since elementary school? He’d think and play better with you just bein’ there.”

You smile, embarrassed.

“That doesn’t make her the right candidate, Arata,” says Kobayashi. “Even if she really wants to manage the team, she might still prioritize Osamu-kun over everybody else. The last thing I want is a manager who picks favorites.”

She says it so bluntly, so seriously. Your smile weakens as her words hit a sore spot you didn’t know you even had.

There must be a good way to disagree. The two truths of the matter are that being a good manager would mean risking being a bad soulmate, and that being a good manager is a risk you can afford. Osamu isn’t the type of person who needs to be worried about. He gets scraped up, but he doesn’t mind it, and he knows his limits. If a player got hurt right as Osamu called you for something, you know you’d check on the other player first. Even if the other player was Atsumu. (Maybe.)

Osamu simply does not need you to take care of him. You don’t know how to express this without seeming like you don’t care as much as you should.

Atsumu cuts in before you can organize your thoughts into words.

“She wouldn’t,” he says, “unless it’s me. But ’Samu and I are soulmates, so we’re already at our best when we’re on the court.”

The upperclassmen before you tilt their heads simultaneously.

“… Wait,” Arata says after a while, slowly. “You’re tellin’ me that Osamu-kun has two soulmates?”

Osamu glances at you, eyes half-lidded, and you can only meet his eyes for a few seconds before you have to look at the ground.

“Guess I’m favored,” Osamu replies.

“Wow.” Huffing out a laugh, Arata crosses his arms. “Two soulmates … huh. I wonder how that works …” Kobayashi grunts and he clears his throat. “S-Sorry. Anyway, [L/n]-chan, if you’re interested in the manager position, just fill this out and give it to Kobayashi-chan. We’re taking applications until July first or until we find someone, whichever comes first.”

He hands you a sheet of paper, and you take it tentatively.

“My phone number’s at the top in case you have any questions,” Kobayashi adds. Her voice lowers, but its monotony remains. “And if ya end up applying, know that I won’t show any favoritism just because of yer soulmate.”

You take in a breath through your nose, fingers curling into the application in your hands. “Yeah, of course.”

She nods once, then leans back in her seat. The set of her mouth relaxes just slightly, and she crosses her arms, morphing from a cutthroat manager to a tired senpai.

“See ya after school. Good luck,” she says. Her eyes bore into yours. “To all of ya.”

There’s a moment of silent surprise between you, Osamu, and Atsumu. Then all three of you bow as Ojiro and Arata chuckle.

“Thank you!”

—

The twins, predictably, become one of three first-year regulars on Inarizaki’s boys’ volleyball team. You place your manager application in the top drawer of your desk, which you pull out frequently over the next three weeks just to stare at the blank form, unsure about the whole thing.

Saturday afternoon rolls around, and you’ve taken the paper out of your binder and set it on top of your desk at home when your phone buzzes.

Osamu: you home

You: yeah

Osamu: ok

And that’s it. You stare at your screen for a few seconds, unblinking, before you shoot up from your seat and scramble to your dresser to get changed.

Five minutes and a bit of haphazard cleaning later, there’s a few firm knocks on the front door, followed by incessant banging. You stalk over to open the door before it’s knocked off its hinges.

“I could hear you,” you tell Atsumu, unimpressed, as the two enter and shuck off their shoes.

“I know.”

He deftly dodges the kick you aim at his ankle. This usually happens nowadays, unfortunately, but it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“’S just you here?” Osamu asks, shuffling into some slippers and walking further into the house. His gym bag hangs from his shoulder, big and bulky, and you look at it curiously.

“… Yeah?”

“Fer someone left home alone all the time, you’re duller than a rock,” Atsumu says. “Folks’re gone and ya don’t even throw a party? Geez.”

You narrow your eyes as he grins. “Maybe I just want peace and quiet after havin’ to sit in class with you all week, Atsumu. Anyways, why are you guys here?”

You receive no answer. After eyeing the kitchen, Osamu turns and heads down the hallway, prompting you to follow. You’re further confused when he enters the bathroom and sets his bag on the countertop.

As he unzips it, Atsumu squeezes past you and reaches into the bag, pulling out a –

A shower cap.

“… Is the shower at yer place broken or something?”

“No,” Osamu says, and he pulls something else out. “Ma’s home.”

You stare at the box in his hands. Then you look back up at the twins.

“She’s gonna kill you.”

—

Watching Osamu and Atsumu bleach each other’s hair is like watching a train wreck in slow motion.

Their dark T-shirts have speckles of orange on them, there are bits of foil littering the sink and the bathroom floor, and the acrid stench of bleach filling the bathroom is starting to creep down the hallway. You can only hope it doesn’t linger past Sunday night when you go back to the dorms.

“If you screw this up, I’m shaving yer giant head in yer sleep.”

“I’m doin’ it better than you did, ya scrub!”

You stand outside, shirt collar pulled up and over your nose, as Atsumu finishes combing through the top part of Osamu’s hair. It’s an incredible thing to witness: Osamu sitting on the shower seat, hunched over and holding a sheet of foil over his undercut while Atsumu hangs over him, wearing one of the shower caps to keep his own hair out of the way. It’s also a disaster.

You lift your phone up to snap a quick picture.

“Oi! What’re ya doin’?”

“Making a present for Ojiro.” Upon viewing the photographic evidence, you realize something. “You’re not gonna tell Auntie that you dyed yer hair at my house, right?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Osamu assures, letting Atsumu hold onto the foil while he pulls on a shower cap. He sets a timer, and the two of them hurry out of the bathroom to escape the fumes. “She won’t be thinkin’ about the details when she finds out.”

“Like she’d ever blame ya, anyway.” Atsumu scoffs. “You’re the favorite and you ain’t even her kid.”

“Well, I don’t wanna take my chances.” You recall the countless number of times the twins had received a whooping for something stupid they did, and the countless number of times you had just barely managed to slip under the radar by keeping your mouth shut. “Y’know, she might make ya dye it black again if the school doesn’t like it.”

“Please. If anything, they’ll thank us fer givin’ them an easy way to tell us apart.”

“Is that why you’re dyein’ yer hair? You’re already in different classes.”

“It ain’t fer class,” Osamu says. “It’s fer volleyball.”

Atsumu presses his back against the wall and slides down to the floor, pulling up a game on his phone. “Some of the scrubs still can’t tell us apart on court,” he sniffs. “’M tired of it.”

That, you think, makes a lot more sense.

Osamu and Atsumu have always taken full advantage of being identical twins. You’ve seen them pull just about every stunt in the book – switching the way they part their hair on random days, pretending to be the other when one of them gets in trouble, making money off classmates who bet on knowing who’s who (and lying on more than one occasion). Looking alike isn’t usually a point of contention between them.

When it does bother them, volleyball is usually involved. They don’t always wear different shirts or numbered jerseys at practice, and you’ve been to enough of them to know that this can cause issues at the beginning of the year. The coach calls out the wrong name, a teammate calls for Osamu when they mean Atsumu, things like that.

They get especially miffed when one gets praised for something the other did. Atsumu, in particular, hates that the most.

“Ya have anythin’ to eat?”

Head snapping up, you look at Osamu and nod halfway through absorbing what he’s just asked. “There’s leftover onigiri in the fridge and snacks in the cupboard,” you reply, stepping over Atsumu’s outstretched legs to lead his brother towards the kitchen.

(“Heat up an onigiri fer me,” Atsumu calls out.)

(“Get it yerself, lazy-ass,” Osamu shoots back.)

In the kitchen, you fish out the last two onigiri the twins’ mom had given you yesterday and present them to Osamu.

“Here. You and Atsumu can each have one.”

“These the ones with salted salmon?”

You nod.

Osamu thinks for a moment. His lips purse, his eyelids droop, and even though he kind of looks like a lunch lady with that shower cap on, it’s cute.

“I’ll make ochazuke and yaki onigiri,” he decides. “What do ya want?”

“I’ll just have some chips or something. I just ate lunch, so I’m not that hungry.”

He stares at you, then accepts the onigiri from your hands. “Okay.”

Putting the rice balls on the counter next to the stove, Osamu retrieves a small plate, a bowl, and a mug from the cupboard. He finds most of everything else pretty quickly – the cast iron skillet under the oven, the spatula in the drawer right next to the fridge, and the soy sauce and oil in the lower corner cabinet. The only thing he asks for you to locate is the green tea, which you get from the depths of the second shelf in the pantry.

While he works, you grab a bag of your favorite chips and pop it open, leaning against the unused counter on the other side of the stove to watch.

You like it whenever Osamu cooks. The click of the stovetop turning on, the curve of oil being poured into the skillet, and you’re rocking gently in a small boat, curled up in an overstuffed chair on a rainy day.

(It’s an extension of how he feels, you’ve learned – for as much as Miya Osamu loves volleyball, he loves food just a teeny bit more.)

When the oil is hot enough, he unwraps one of the onigiri and places it in.

You turn the opening of your chip bag towards him as he wipes his hands on a towel. “Here,” you offer once he notices.

“Thanks.”

Atsumu’s onigiri sizzles in the skillet while the water for Osamu’s tea continues to heat up. Osamu mirrors your posture on his side of the stove, messily crunching down on several chips, and the two of you wait.

“Didja apply for the manager position yet?”

You swallow too early, rough shards of chips cutting down your throat. Fighting the urge to cough, you shake your head and reach for the water you’d left on the table this morning. “No. Still thinkin’ about it.” He hums. “You guys haven’t found one yet?”

“Kobayashi-senpai’s real picky.” He flips the onigiri over with one sharp push of the spatula, brushing soy sauce over the freshly grilled side. The water boiler beeps right after, and he seamlessly transitions over to pour the hot water over the teabag in his mug. “Most of the applicants we saw were annoyin’, anyway.”

“Oh.”

You recall the last practice you’d attended, watching from the balcony with your homework as the team ran laps around the court. The applicant on trial that day had watched them go by a few times, still and proper, before suddenly turning to Kobayashi and excusing themselves from the gym. They never came back.

On the walk back to the dorms that evening, Atsumu explained that the student had a counter for how many times their soulmate would pass by them.

(“Waste of time n’ space,” he’d complained. “Who’d wanna be with someone that desperate?”)

“Ya wouldn’t be half bad at it.”

“… Yeah …”

“If ya don’t wanna apply, just say so.”

“It’s not that. I just don’t know if I’ll wanna do it for the next three years.”

“Whaddaya want to do, then?”

“I dunno.” With a sigh, you set your bag of chips down. “I mean, I guess it wouldn’t hurt to apply.”

Osamu shrugs. “If ya are,” he says, turning off the stove top, “don’t do it just ’cause of me.”

Your teeth sink into your lower lip, sharp and knowing as he flips the yaki onigiri onto the plate he’d pulled out earlier.

After calling Atsumu, who had migrated to the living room couch while he had been waiting, the twins scarf down their afternoon snack in no time at all and raid your cupboard for the complimentary snacks your parents usually bring back from their trips.

Halfway into his fourth wafer, Atsumu’s timer goes off.

“Oh, shit.” Shoving the rest of the wafer into his mouth and silencing the alarm, Atsumu gets up and eagerly makes a beeline to the bathroom.

“… Do ya think it worked?” you mutter as you and Osamu stand up more slowly.

“I dunno.”

A loud swear explodes from the bathroom.

You look at each other sharply. Wiping the crumbs from your lips, the two of you run over to investigate.

As you get closer, you hear the sink running, then Atsumu muttering underneath his breath.

When you peek into the bathroom, your eyebrows shoot up into your hairline.

Holy shit.

“Holy shit,” Osamu says, leaning past you to get a better look. “’Tsumu, ya look like a carrot.”

“Shaddup, ’Samu,” Atsumu moans, rinsing his hair angrily. “I know. Fuck.”

Hair bleach on dark hair, as you find out, works similarly to hair bleach on dark fabric. Contrary to the sandy blond the older twin had desired, the result he had gotten is instead a bright, burnt yellow-orange matching the stains on his T-shirt. Not carrot, necessarily, but definitely not blond.

“Ugh.” Nose and forehead wrinkling, Atsumu leans toward the mirror, pinching a section of hair between his fingers. “It … it ain’t that bad, right?” His pitch rises with the slightest hint of denial. “I’m pullin’ it off.”

“It’s that bad,” Osamu says.

“’Samu!”

“Maybe you can bleach it again?” you suggest.

“And then his hair falls out? Bad idea.”

“Dye it, then, like you are.”

“We don’t have money left to buy a different color.” With a sigh, Osamu puts his hands on his hips. “Damn. Sorry, ’Tsumu.”

Atsumu groans and thunks his forehead against the mirror, dripping water all the way down its surface onto the counter. His frustration is so palpable that you can feel it prickling your skin.

If he hadn’t been so excited before, you’d probably poke fun. You should poke fun, but the disappointed twist of his lips and the droopiness of his sopping wet hair just makes you feel bad. He looks like a wet puppy.

Dammit.

You take your phone out.

Osamu tracks the movement. “Whatcha doin’?”

“Lookin’ something up.” You press on the first link you see, skim the webpage quickly, and put your phone back into your pocket. “I’m headin’ out fer a bit. Stay here.”

“… ’Kay.”

“Whatever,” Atsumu grumbles.

After grabbing your wallet and checking its contents, you head outside to drag your bike out from underneath the vacant carport. And as you hop onto the seat, pedaling down towards the nearest drugstore, you tell yourself that Atsumu better thank you on his hands and knees once you get back.

—

“Blue shampoo?” Atsumu’s tone is suspicious as he slathers the back of Osamu’s hair in grey dye.

“It’s supposed to cancel out the orange.” Turning the bottle to face you, you read the description beneath the brand name. “‘Eliminates brassy, orange undertones.’ See?”

“It ain’t gonna fuck up my hair even more?”

“’Course not,” you retort, all hopes of veneration quickly fading away. “I ain’t an asshole, Atsumu.”

His eyebrow twitches, hands slowing. You take the opportunity to place the bottle sideways in the crook of his neck, forcing him to tilt his head to hold it in place.

“Oi –”

“Go try it. I’ll finish Osamu’s hair.”

“Yer so bossy,” Atsumu grumbles, but he lets you nudge him out the way, peeling his gloves off and grabbing the shampoo.

You snap some gloves on in turn, keeping one eye on Osamu’s hair and the other on Atsumu as he ducks his head beneath the sink faucet. They’d pretty much finished up applying the dye for Osamu, at least from what you can tell, so you start combing through the locks with your fingers to make sure everything is covered.

Miya hair is very thick. Soft, too. You hope all this bleaching and dyeing won’t ruin it too much.

“Hm,” Osamu hums abruptly.

You stop. “What?”

“Nothin’.” You furrow your brow but resume, only to just barely hear him mumble, “… Feels nice.”

Oh.

A smile crawls onto your lips without warning, the space behind your ribcage suddenly cozy and soft.

“Alright, I’m doin’ it,” Atsumu announces. You look up just in time to see him squeeze a dollop of shampoo into his hand. “Euch! It’s so blue!”

“Why do ya sound so surprised?!”

“Shaddup, I just wasn’t expectin’ it to be so dark! … Smells okay, though …”

While the shampoo does its work on Atsumu’s hair, you take a little extra time combing Osamu’s. He remains quiet and still, thumbs tapping idly on the dark screen on his phone. You wait for him to make more snide remarks at Atsumu’s expense or complain about the smell of the dye, but he doesn’t.

You eventually finish up while the water still runs blue and sudsy into the bowl of the sink. Osamu mutters a thank you and ambles off after eyeing his brother for a few seconds. You linger for a while longer.

(God, you hope it works. If not for Atsumu’s sake, then for your pride and your wallet.)

After what seems like forever, he rinses out the last of the shampoo, wrings his hair out a bit, and straightens up to look in the mirror.

You examine his reflection as well. It’s less orange, yes, but still not as light as he had wanted, more gold than sand. Not necessarily good, but certainly less bad.

Atsumu fixates on the more muted shade of his hair for a minute or two. His lips press downwards at the corners, and then they part to say your name.

You blink.

“What?”

“Why’d ya buy the shampoo?”

He sounds almost accusatory, but not quite; there’s an undertone that you very, very rarely hear in his voice. He meets your eyes in the mirror, hair a dripping, tangled mess.

“… ’Cause I felt bad fer ya,” you admit unwillingly. Atsumu makes a face, and you sharpen your tongue, because that is what feels comfortable with him. Normal. “And I didn’t want to hear ya mopin’ and complainin’ about it all week.”

“It wasn’t that bad,” he persists. “I coulda pulled it off.”

You scoff. “Just ’cause you’re taller than most of the school doesn’t mean they wouldn’t’a noticed. And anyways, it’s better now, ain’t it?”

“I didn’t ask ya to buy it.”

“Ya didn’t even know what it was until I told you.”

“An’ if I did, I still wouldn’t’ve asked!”

“Yeah, ’cause yer prideful ass would rather die than ask fer help!” you snap, jabbing his bicep with your finger. “God! I knew ya wouldn’t even say thank you!”

“Well, if ya knew I was gonna be a dick about it, why’d ya waste yer money?!”

“I felt bad fer ya!” you screech. “My mistake!”

“Yeah, yer mistake!” Atsumu shouts back.

Chest heaving for breath, you glare at him. He glares in return. Temper pinks his face and the tips of his ears, flares his nostrils and curls his lip in that fierce and familiar way. In the back of your mind, you know you are doing the same.

Asshole.

You’re angry, yes. And offended, and exasperated, and and and –

And hurt.

“It’s so hard,” you say, your voice deciding to crack at the worst time possible, “to be nice to you sometimes, Atsumu.”

When the words leave your throat, his face grows blank in that way you’ve always hated, his mouth pressing into a fine line.

“So?” he replies.

You roll your eyes. “Forget it.”

Casting one last glance at the bottle of shampoo next to the sink, you clench your fists and turn to leave. What a waste of money. This is the last time you’re ever going to feel bad for him.

A hand wraps around your elbow upon your first step outside the bathroom.

“… Are ya cryin’?”

“No,” you bite, wishing he hadn’t asked because now you do feel like crying, just a little bit.

Atsumu pauses for an excruciating moment. You can practically feel his distaste for whatever words he’s about to say.

“I’ll pay ya back,” he mutters. “Fer the shampoo.”

“No.”

“Whaddaya mean, no?”

“I don’t want yer money.”

“Well, what do ya want, ’cause I ain’t owin’ ya anything.”

“I want a thank you.”

“… Can’t I just –”

“No.”

Atsumu throws his hands up. “Fine!” he says. “Thanks fer buyin’ somethin’ I didn’t ask fer! There, ya happy now?”

“I want ya to mean it,” you say quietly.

“I did mean it.”

You cross your arms.

He groans. Glancing around as if checking for hidden cameras, Atsumu slowly pushes his bangs away from his face and wipes his nose, sniffing.

“… Fine,” he eventually grumbles at the floor tiles. Cheeks puffed, he looks up at you from the corner of his eye and scratches the back of his head. “The shampoo fixed it a little bit,” the words struggle their way out of his mouth, “so … thanks … fer gettin’ it fer me. Ya didn’t have to.”

He looks like he’s just eaten soap, his ears still red, and that’s how you know he’s being sincere. Your shoulders relax a little bit.

“You’re welcome,” you say.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Atsumu’s expression, almost doleful for just that moment, blooms into something more sarcastic once you accept his gratitude. He gestures at the doorway behind you. “Can I go now?”

“Dry the mirror and the counter first.”

“But I said thank you.”

You throw a towel at his face and walk away, more satisfied than not.

—

“How’s Osamu-kun doing?”

You prop your phone up against the wall behind your desk, tilting your pen between your fingers. “He’s fine, Ma.”

“Did ya tell him how good his curry is? He makes it better than me.”

“Yeah, he says he’s glad you guys like it.”

After resolving the blue shampoo issue with Atsumu on Saturday, you’d gone back to the kitchen and found Osamu chopping vegetables and tofu next to the sink. At first, you figured he was hungry again, but upon your questioning, he’d only denied it.

(“’S fer you.”

“… Fer me? No, you don’t have to –”

“Yeah, I know. Ya don’t like the curry at the cafeteria, so bring mine back to the dorm and save it in the fridge fer later. If ya don’t want it, leave it fer yer folks to eat when they get back.”)

He didn’t leave much room for debate. And since he was using your family’s food to make it anyway, you accepted, a bit perplexed but happy nonetheless. You hadn’t expected him to remember your complaint about the cafeteria’s bland curry.

The amount he made was enough to fill two Tupperware containers, one of which you left for your parents when they returned two days later. Needless to say, they were delighted.

“What a thoughtful boy. He’s so good to you, honey.”

You smile, walking back to your desk. “Yeah.”

(“Ya like dark chocolate in it, right?”)

Your mom sighs. It’s a familiar sigh, and you click your pen, knowing what she is about to say before she even takes a breath.

“I just don’t know why he hasn’t asked ya out yet.”

You can hear your dad speak up between chews in the background. “It ain’t like how it was back when we were young, dear. Soulmates these days don’t like makin’ things so formal and official.”

“Oh, I know, but wouldn’t it be sweet? I was so happy when we went on our first official date.”

“The one at the konbini ’cause I couldn’t afford anythin’ nicer?”

“Yes. I loved it.”

“I know. You were smilin’ the whole time.”

“Glad you’re still in love,” you say dryly when they giggle over the phone, your nose wrinkling when your dad comes into view to give your mom a loud smooch. During these moments, you wish you’d called instead. “I’m still here.”

“Oh, I know, I know. Honey, you should bring Osamu-kun somethin’ fer his next game! A snack fer afterwards. He’ll like that.”

“Okay.” You’ve done that before. The first time you gave him an orange in your first year of junior high, he and Atsumu squabbled over dividing it for five minutes. Now you get double portions whenever you have the compulsion to bring something after games, just to keep the peace.

“Speaking of games …”

Here we go.

“… Have ya applied to be the manager for the volleyball team yet?”

“Um.” Glancing at the wall to your right, you click your pen some more, taking your time to answer. “I filled the form out …”

“[Y/n]! If ya dawdle, someone else’ll snatch it up. When’s it due?”

“July first or until they find someone.”

“Turn it in tomorrow!”

“Okay, okay.”

Your mom sighs again, and she places a bowl down onto the table. “… Otherwise, are ya okay? I’m sorry we missed ya at home.”

“It’s fine. I hung out with Kokomi and the twins. How was yer anniversary?”

“We’ll make sure we’re home next time you’re on weekend leave. And it was lovely! Oh, honey, ya should’ve seen the fish yer pa caught …”

You talk with your parents until they finish their dinner, hanging up once they’ve started cleaning up. As soon as the video cuts out, you release a breath and turn your phone face-down.

You don’t know why you’re so nervous about applying for the manager position. It’s the natural thing to do, because it’s natural to want to be involved with something Osamu is interested in, his own opinion on the matter notwithstanding. You think you might like being a manager. It’s not like you want to do something else more.

Getting rejected by Kobayashi would be horrible, though.

Maybe you’ll wait a little longer to turn your application in. Polish it up some more, and such.

—

After volleyball practice ends, and after everyone who had lingered behind to practice some more is ready to call it a night, Atsumu tells you and Osamu that he’s staying a little longer to practice his jump float serves.

“Are ya sure? Cafeteria’s servin’ all-you-can-eat pasta for dinner.”

“I’ll be done before it closes.”

Osamu doesn’t look convinced. To be fair, neither are you; Atsumu often loses track of time when he stays behind, resulting in an extra hungry, extra irritable Atsumu.

“Atsumu,” you say.

He huffs at you. “Seriously, I will!” he insists, before turning to walk back to the end line. You, Osamu, Ginjima, Akagi, and Ojiro all look on helplessly as he throws a volleyball into the air and gives himself a running start.

“Don’t worry,” Kobayashi says, grabbing your attention just as he jumps. She holds up the key to the gymnasium. “I’ll kick him out before he misses dinner.”

Ojiro, ever the responsible one, lets out a noise of protest. “Senpai, I can lock up. You should go.”

“No, it’s fine.” Though her tone is impassive, she makes it clear that her mind is set as she waves him off. “I’m goin’ out to eat with my boyfriend later, anyway.”

You blink.

Though Ojiro is visibly reluctant, he acquiesces. “… Okay. Thank you, Kobayashi-senpai.”

“Mmhm,” Kobayashi hums, and her gaze falls upon you. “Make sure they get to the cafeteria in one piece, [L/n]-chan.”

“I will, senpai.”

You wait outside while the guys change out of their gym clothes and gather their things. Once they exit the building, you join them, listening idly to their chatter about today’s practice as the five of you trek towards the cafeteria.

“Hey, Ojiro-senpai, Akagi-senpai,” Ginjima speaks up during a lull in the conversation. “What Kobayashi-senpai said earlier …”

Attention piqued, you look at your upperclassmen for their reactions to Ginjima’s question. Next to you, Osamu does little to hide his curiosity as well.

Ojiro and Akagi, in turn, share a glance, and Ojiro raises an eyebrow at Ginjima.

“Yeah?” Ojiro replies.

“Well, y’know …” Ginjima presses expectantly, “when she said that she has a boyfriend, did she mean …?”

“That’s somethin’ you can ask Kobayashi-senpai about, ain’t it?”

You imagine doing just that and cringe.

Ginjima’s eyes widen, and he clears his throat. “Well –!” he replies, a bit too loudly. “I would, but I don’t want her to think I’m bein’ judgmental or somethin’. Plus, I’m just a first-year …”

“Aw, I think it’s fine if they know, Aran. It ain’t like she’s hidin’ it or anythin’,” Akagi says. Ojiro looks up for a moment in thought, then shrugs tentatively, and Akagi smiles at you and the two boys. “Kobayashi-senpai’s not datin’ her soulmate. They’re pretty serious, too.”

Ojiro rests his hands behind his head. “He’s a nice guy. Comes to games sometimes.”

“Oh, I see …”

You nod slowly, absorbing this new piece of information. Kobayashi has a boyfriend. A boyfriend that she goes on dates with, one she really likes. You wonder how long they’ve been together.

You wonder if Kobayashi’s met her soulmate yet.

“E-Excuse me! Hello!”

The quick patter of footsteps interrupts your train of thought. Glancing behind you, you stop short when you see one of your classmates running up to your group, waving one hand and holding a camera in the other. The golden orange of the sky burnishes her red hair.

“Naruko-san,” you and Ginjima greet at the same time. Ginjima laughs.

“Sorry to bother ya!” Naruko bows and quickly straightens, holding her camera up and smiling nervously. “I-I was just takin’ some pictures for photography club, and I was wonderin’ if you guys would mind me takin’ a picture?”

“How long’s it gonna take?” Osamu asks.

“Not too long. Five minutes? U-Unless y’all are in a hurry to get somewhere …”

“Not too much of a hurry. Just wanna make it to dinner.” Ojiro smiles, patting Osamu and Akagi’s backs. “Where do ya want us?”

Naruko brightens, her cheeks going red. “J-Just keep walkin’! The lighting’s perfect right now, and I wanna take a picture of yer backs with yer volleyball jackets on.” She glances at you, and her expression grows more nervous. “Er …”

You lock eyes with her for a few seconds before catching on. Nodding, you take a step towards Naruko to join her.

Osamu’s hand grasps your shoulder.

His hold is loose, but you bite back the urge to slump over at the sudden warmth of it, pausing instead to look back at him.

“Where’re ya goin’?”

You answer tentatively. “I don’t have a team jacket.”

“That’s fine. You’re walkin’ with us too.”

“Yeah, but …” You wet your lips. “Like, visually, it’ll look weird if one person doesn’t have one on …”

The corner of Osamu’s mouth twitches, and he frowns. You watch as his gaze moves past your shoulder. A sudden, brief twinge of irritation, not belonging to you, zings through your ribcage.

“Why’s that matter?”

“Yeah. C’mon, it’ll be fine,” Ojiro says.

“It’s okay!” Naruko suddenly blurts, and you jolt slightly, looking back at her. She bounces on her feet, voice even higher pitched. “I can do a more candid shot, now that I think about it! A-Actually, Miya-san, could ya give [L/n]-san yer jacket? And Ginjima-san, you can keep yers around yer waist …”

Her sudden change in idea perplexes you a bit. But Osamu seems to be satisfied, and he shrugs his jacket off, placing it over your shoulders.

After a bit of hesitation, you slide your arms through the sleeves.

(It’s just as warm.)

“Ooh, [L/n]-chan’s wearin’ Osamu’s jacket,” Ginjima teases behind his hand, and your face heats up.

“Okay.” Behind you, Naruko lets out a wistful-sounding sigh. “I’m ready. Y’all can start walkin’ now, just like ya were before.”

With only a bit of self-consciousness, the five of you follow her instructions. There are only a few clicks of the camera before Naruko calls out her thanks and goes off without another word, leaving you and the boys to speculate whether you’ll ever see the results.

“How cute,” Akagi comments. “She looked like she was gonna throw up, though.”

“I hope those were conflicting statements.”

“Okay, Aran, I wasn’t implying …”

While the two upperclassmen start to banter, you move to take Osamu’s jacket off, only for him to stop you.

“’S fine,” he says. “You can wear it if ya want.”

“Oh. Okay.”

And so you do.

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The boys’ first practice game in July is brutal.

Many of your peers have come to watch. It’s a favorite after-school pastime of Inarizaki’s student populace, you’ve quickly discovered, to hop from one athletic club to the other simply to spectate and speculate. People pack the balcony and peek around the doorway, catching the scent of blood and sweat.

Between the crowd’s cheering and jeering, the squeak of sneakers on the gym floor, and the sound of palms ramming into volleyballs, the atmosphere is sharp, almost electric – something that you feel tingling on your skin as you stand on the sidelines, Kobayashi right by your side.

Atsumu delivers another devastating service ace. It ricochets off the corner of the other side of the court with a thunderous boom.

“Did you catch that, [L/n]-chan?” Kobayashi asks, arms crossed. “That was one of his better ones.”

“Ah, sorry, I didn’t.”

“Hm.”

You watch the slow, satisfied stretch of Atsumu’s smile, and wait patiently. “It’s okay. He ain’t done yet.”

Indeed, Atsumu is just getting started. You spare an amused glance at Osamu in front of the net, his hands locked protectively behind his head, before turning back to Atsumu as the volleyball is thrown back to him.

Raising your camera, you adjust the focus, finger ready on the shutter button.

Toss. Run. Jump.

Click.

On your other side, a girl pumps her fists and cheers.

“Wow! Another one!” she gushes.

You smile behind your lens. “Ya always sound so impressed, Tsubaki-chan.”

“I’m just excited! We’re crushin’ them in the last set!”

“’Course we are,” says Kobayashi. “Our offense is that much better. I’m a little disappointed.”

As your upperclassman patiently points out each player’s strengths and weaknesses, you keep an eye on the team and crouch low. You’ve got plenty of photos now that the game’s nearing its end – lots of sets, a few spikes and digs, some flashy jump serves. Hopefully, some of them have turned out halfway decent. Even though you’d widened the aperture to make up for the gym’s crappy lighting and adjusted the shutter speed for blurring, you still worry about your timing.

By the time Inarizaki scores the winning point, you’ve moved to the opposite end of the court and have to race back to capture their reactions.

One thing you like about the volleyball team is how expressive they are. Joy, passion, pride – off the high of a victory, they bare everything, whether it’s through their expressions or the way they move or both.

Tsubaki says your name excitedly as soon as the teams have finished thanking each other, tugging on your arm. “Can I see the action shots, [Y/n]-chan?” she requests.

“Ah, sure.”

You turn the camera towards her, and she leans in as you scroll through the photos, her grin widening.

“Wow! Yer timin’s amazin’. They look so cool!”

The praise brings summer to your cheeks. “Thanks,” you reply genuinely. After a moment of hesitation, you lift the camera again. “Smile, Manager-san?”

Tsubaki doesn’t hesitate to broaden her already present grin, throwing up a peace sign for good measure. Kobayashi looks your way as well, and you take one shot, knowing it will be kept.

“Cute!” Tsubaki exclaims.

Two shadows loom over your shoulders as the girl bestows you with another compliment. When you turn your head to the right, your nose nearly brushes Osamu’s cheek.

“Ya got any good shots of us, [Y/n]?” Atsumu asks expectantly.

“Yes, actually, I did,” you reply, going back through the camera roll with a particular image in mind. You’re only vaguely aware of the warmth they exude as they budge into your personal space, the smell of sweat lingering on their skin. “Here.”

You’re particularly proud of this one. It had been a split second of pure luck, standing on the sidelines when a window of opportunity opened for a fast-tempo set. You had felt it – you knew Atsumu would set to Osamu, and as Osamu jumped, arm reared back as Atsumu sent the ball to him, you had captured it.

Somehow, you always get the timing right with them.

“Cool,” the twins approve proudly.

“Email that one to us, will ya?” Atsumu says. “I ain’t lettin’ you photography nerds hoard it away.”

“She’s sendin’ all these to Arata-senpai, ya dolt.”

“Hey, I wanna see!” Gintama breaks into your little group, trying to sneak a peek in. “Did ya get one of my spikes?”

“Yeah, how about my jump serve?”

“That super cool block me and Ren did in the second set!”

“Didja get one of Coach?”

One by one, the team gathers around you, eager for a glimpse of their successes. The crowding is uncomfortable, but you try your best to show them what you can anyway, feeling a rare sense of pride about your own accomplishments.

You’re happy with your choice.

Tsubaki will be a great manager. Even when you first met her, you knew she had everything she'd need for the job – a passion for the sport, a desire to help others succeed, and an endless amount of perseverance. Inarizaki couldn’t ask for a better person to replace Kobayashi next year. She’ll do well in what she’s decided to do.

And so will you.

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the history teacher atsumu miya x fem!reader (fluff) synopsis: it's hard having the hot history teacher right next door word count: 1.1k warnings: atsumu is so flirtatious omg masterlist | requests are open

a bell rings throughout the high school as students shuffle to get all of their items together. as your gaze finds the clock, you realize it's lunch time for most of the junior students. you take in a deep sigh and clasp your hands together in front of you, "don't forget, chapter five and six tonight, make sure to finish the questions. and there are some on the back!"

you watch as all of your students file out of the room, one of them staying behind. mae, your brightest and most promising student, walks over to you, book in her hand. she always liked staying behind, talking about how you're her favorite teacher. she purses his lips and sighs before finally telling you what plagues her mind.

"i need some advice... about guys,” she brings her focus onto you, figuring that no one could overhear her.

"mmh okay, well i am by far the best person in that department, but what's on your mind?" your eyebrows raise for a second, a calming smile on your lips.

mae takes in a deep breath, eyes flickering between you and the door, "someone has been leaving notes in my locker, anonymous ones. they feature poems but i don't know who it is. i just wish i did so i could talk to him."

"i'm sorry mae, maybe you just have to give it a little more time. if he really likes you, he'll let you know it's him. either through little things that remind you of him or a written confession. i'm sure it'll be fine," you lean against your desk, your own gaze finding the door when you see the figure of your coworker.

he leans up against the door, right eyebrow raised. his shoulders are wide, a polo shirt just slightly unbuttoned. you look back at your student, finger pointing towards the clock, "you should probably get to lunch, wouldn't want you missing out because of a secret admirer."

mae nods, scratching the back of her neck before turning around to leave. with a couple of books in hand, it takes her a minute to look up and notice your coworker standing there, she looks back at you, a cheeky smile on her lips. you shrug your shoulders until she leaves, watching as she gives a short goodbye to the school's most interesting history teacher.

he takes a few steps into the room, shirt ever so slightly small around his biceps. you look over at your computer, eyes trying to hide from his. however, there's something so intriguing about him that you can't help but meet his gaze. him, the history teacher, the one who is in a room next to yours, the one who always finds a way to see you.

"ms. l/n... i overheard you aren't a pro when it comes to romance. considering how beautiful you are, i'm very surprised," he reaches his hand out and taps one of the student's desks, gaze not breaking yours.

you nod, shrugging your shoulders, truly watching him sway into your classroom nearly takes your breath away. the way he can just walk so effortlessly to you, "well mr. miya-"

"you know you can call me atsumu, i've always told you that," a few pieces of rich brown hair falls down, one hand moving to push it back into place.

"i wouldn't think that to be very professional, especially if you call me ms. l/n all the time. besides, i think that miya is a great name," your hands becoming clammy as they push against your desk, heartbeat quickening as he takes a few more steps in your direction.

he lets out a hearty laugh but doesn't stop his runway walk towards you. the leather belt he's sporting keeps the shirt tight enough against his stomach that you can almost see his abs. despite you knowing that starting anything with a coworker is an awful idea, you can't help but wonder if anything could happen between the two of you.

"well, y/n... how does that sound? you call me atsumu and i call you y/n. and by the way, i love how your breath hitches whenever i say your name," atsumu finally makes it to your desk, resting a hand on your desk, body a mere foot away from you.

you bite your top lip while looking away from him, shaking your head slightly. of course your breath hitches as he comes ever so close to you. he's been this way ever since you met him and he's right. you do like him, especially as he tilts his head in such a cocky manner. "i don't know what you're talking about... atsumu."

a smile stretches across his face at his name coming from your mouth. atsumu then leans a little closer to you, breath just barely brushing across your skin. "right... well, y/n, how would you feel about dinner, saturday? because i know an amazing chef," he brings his free hand to rest on his hip, most likely flexing his arm a little.

"dinner? mmh you may have to let me think about it," you turn back to look at him, his face inches away from yours, his golden brown eyes flickering between yours.

"it seems that you may already have an answer," atsumu's ears perk up a little and his hand reaches for yours, "either that or i'm completely misinterpreting how you look at me. by the way, my eyes are up here, for future reference."

heat rises to your cheeks as you bite the inside of your cheek, gaze turning to the floor. you sigh, feeling his hand running over yours. "i have no idea what you're talking about. however, i may have already thought it over and would love to join you for dinner," you finally look back up and can't help but take in a sharp breath.

atsumu smiles, leaning back again, nodding. he runs his thumb along the back of your hand before grabbing his phone from his pocket. he holds it out to you, not able to keep his eyes from you, "you want to add your number in here?"

"alright, atsumu, if you insist."

you begin to type your number into his phone, removing your hand from his. however, neither of you notice it when your student mae has returned to to grab one of her other books, that same knowing smile on her face. she may not be able to recognize the romance within her own life, but she can definitely see how you see the history teacher from next door.

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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 1 year

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I Trust You

Kageyama Tobio X Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns); past Miya Atsumu x reader

Warnings: Cheating/infidelity, angst, fluff, swearing, kissing, Atsumu is a real jerk

WC: ~6k

A/N: I’ve had this fic sitting in my drafts for a LONG time. I decided to finally just get it out so it’s not really proof read and definitely not beta read 😅

You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Blinking a few times, you rubbed your eyes to make sure the imagine in front if you was real.

Your boyfriend of over a year, MSBY setter, Atsumu Miya was kissing another woman. Your heart sank to the pit of your stomach as you watched the scene unfold, his hands grasping her waist like they had yours just this morning. The thought made you sick.

"Hey YN,” voice sounded from behind you as you turn to see your best friend Mila standing next to her boyfriend, Korai Hoshiumi of the Schweiden Adlers. Mila's hands flew up to her mouth at the sight before her. Korai watched his girlfriends gaze, following it to see you as well as Atsumu behind you. You could see Korai's fist clench in rage as you turned to see Atsumu. His eyes met yours, his face paling.

"Atsumu baby, who is she?" the woman in his arms asked as tears blurred your vision. You couldn't move, the shock of everything overcoming you like waves in the ocean. "Hey what’s," a voice said from behind you. Turning, you saw Tobio Kageyama, setter for the Schweiden Adlers, standing next to Mila and Korai. His eyes concerned when he saw your face, turning into pure rage when he looked beyond you at the scene causing your tears. It couldn't have been more than a few seconds since you first laid eyes on your boyfriend and the other woman but the time felt like it had all but stopped.

You watched as Mila approached you, reaching out to grab you. "Hey honey, are you ok?" she said, trying to check on you. Your eyes snapped to hers as the tears rolled down your cheeks, you turned to look at Atsumu who had no let go of the woman and was walking closer. You instinctively backed away, turning and running from the arena where your entire world had just shattered. You heard Mila's voice yelling at you then at Atsumu as you continued to run.

“Atsumu you fucking asshole!” A voice shouted as your head fogged, running as fast as possible just to escape. “YN wait!” Another voice called but you didn’t stop, running as fast as you legs could carry you, desperate to escape the pain.

“She ran this way,” a voice carried through the arena as you hit the front door, the cold air biting at your face as you took off down the busy street.

Signaling a taxi, you hoped in, telling the driver your address as you stared forward, not wanting to look back.

Back at you're shared apartment with Atsumu, you grabbed a suitcase and stuffed as many clothes as you could in it, hoping to quickly make your exit. You filled your toiletries bag full of your skin care, shampoo, conditioner and whatever else you needed. The end goal being to not return for as long as humanly possible.

You grabbed your laptop, tablet and chargers making sure you had all the basic necessities and left the apartment as quickly as you came. Catching the elevator, you rode down to the first floor, holding yourself together surprisingly well.

Upon exiting, you saw Atsumu's car pull up in a hurry. Not ready to face him just yet, you decided to hide in the lobby bathroom until he got into the elevator. You heard his hurried words, "come on, come on" as he clicked the button, the elevator door opening and closing. You quickly exited the building, grabbing a taxi and telling them the address to Mila and Korai's shared apartment. Clicking your best friends number, you held your phone up to your ear as it rang.

"YN! Oh my god thank God you are ok! We are all so worried about you,” Mila said sounding scared.

"I'm headed to your apartment now, can I stay a few days just until I can figure things out?" you said, your voice cold and empty.

"Of course baby, you can stay as long as you need too,” Mila responded. You could hear her talking to someone, presumably Korai, telling them you were safe.

"Thanks Mila," you said, the tears catching in your throat as your emotions started to crest. You hung up quickly, trying to hold everything in so as to not alarm the taxi driver.

Arriving at the upscale apartments, you quickly walked in and headed to Korai and Mila’s apartment.

"Hey Korai," you said, trying to smile as he opened the door, grabbed your luggage and hauled you into a hug.

"Hey YN," he said as you hugged him back tight.

"Is she here? Baby!" Mila said running toward you and scooping you into a tight hug. You hugged her back as your body began to shake uncontrollably, the emotions you had been resisting finally boiling over.

You begin falling to the ground, screaming and crying as Mila held you, petting your hair and kissing your forehead. Everything was becoming too much and your body was worn out.

"Hey-Hey shhhh it's ok, it's all going to be ok," Mila said, petting your hair as you sobbed. You could hear Mila talking to Korai but you couldn't make out the words, your brain was clouded with all the emotions of the past hour.

"He's calling again,” Korai said as you continued to sob in Mila's arms.

“Tell him she's safe and to fuck all the way off," Mila growled at her boyfriend who you assume only nodded and walked away.

"W-what is wrong with me Mila? W-what did I do?? I-I k-know I'm not always around but I-I try! I go to all his games, I make dinner, I thought everything was ok," you said crying out to your best friend.

She continued to pet your head, holding you close as she whispered, "YN this isn't your fault! Don't you dare thing any of this is your fault baby! Atsumu is a fucking idiot and he doesn’t deserve you!" You cried harder as she pulled you closer yet, kissing your forehead. Korai returned to the living room, his face unreadable.

"Well?" Mila asked.

"He wants to come over. He’s losing it Mila. He knows YN took her stuff and left. I heard him throw something against the wall,” Korai said.

"Are you fucking kidding me? He did this and now he’s acting like a child because he got caught! " Mila whisper shouted, still caressing your hair as she continued to console you.

"I told him no babe. I said our priority is YN and that I don’t think he should be around her in the state he’s in. He told me that it wad fucked up and that he was going to send Osamu over," Korai said, exasperated.

"Does he really think she wants to see Osamu right now either?" Mila chimed in.

“That’s what I said but he was adamant so I called Osamu and told him what happened. He said he wasn't going to fight Atsumu's battle and as far as I know, he's just as pissed at Sumu as the rest of us. Apparently Sakusa had already called him because Atsumu was raging in the locker room, ”Korai said.

“He should be raging at himself right now! He’s the one who fucked everything up! I swear to god that man,” Mila growled.

You breathed in harshly, hiccupping as you pulled your head away to look up at Mila and Korai. Positive you looked like you had just been hit by a bus with your makeup all over, you went to speak.

Korai's phone rang again as he quickly answered it quickly.

"I swear to God if that's Sumu again," Mila said, sounding like she was ready to kill.

“Hey Kageyama- yeah she's here with us now," Korai said as you watched Korai ran his hand down his face, “Dude- trust me I know, I want to punch him just as bad as you do but we can't do that. We can't risk suspension before the Olympics."

You wiped your eyes as you and Mila watched Korai walk around the living room.

"Nah she's ok dude. She's with Mila and me and she's going to stay for as long as she needs too,” Korai said looking and smiling at you. You smiled back, looking down and whipping your eyes a little. Mila pulled you into a hug to which you reciprocated.

"I think we all just need to cool down man. Yeah, I know- I know Kageyama. Yeah I'll tell her. Ok bye,” Korai said hanging up.

"Kageyama wanted to make sure you were ok YN. He wanted to come check on you but I think we all need a night to just chill,” Korai added.

You smile and nod at the thought of how much Tobio cared for you. You sat back, getting to your knees and standing as Mila watched.

“Tobio ran after you YN,” Mila interjected, “he probably would have caught you if he hadn’t gotten into it with Atsumu.”

Your eyes widened as you spoke, “they didn’t fight did they?”

Korai shook his head, responding, “no, Bokuto and Hinata got in-between them and then the coaches got involved.”

You nodded, satisfied with the fact that nobody had fought and gotten hurt. As much as you disliked Atsumu, the idea of him getting hurt wasn’t something you wished to happen. As far as Tobio, you didn’t want him to risk suspension over your drama.

"I'm going to shower and go to bed. Thank you both for everything. I love you so much," you said, tears coming again as you look from Mila to Korai.

"Are you hungry YN? We can," Mila said as you shook your head.

"no I'm ok but thanks," you said grabbing your suitcase and heading towards the guest bedroom.

It was pure luck that Korai and Mila's apartment had coming with a guest room with an en suite. You stripped your clothes, grabbed your toiletries and removed your makeup. Eyes and face puffy from all the crying, you tried your best to hold in your emotions as you studied your expression.

What could you have done different? Could you have done anything at all? What does she have that I don't? The questions plagued your mind as the tears began to fall all over again.

You started the shower, placing all your things in. It hurt to see your shampoo alone, without Atsumu's sitting open next to it. Your body wash and sponge sitting on the edge like it should be and not knocked off on the floor like it had been so many times. The words of Atsumu dropping your body wash on his foot rang in your ears as the hot water cascaded down your body. This was really it; this was really the end.

Your body shook as you cried, sinking to the floor of the shower. You couldn't tell your tears from the water as you sat on the floor, knees to your chest. The life you had dreamed of, the life you had so loved, the life that was so perfect was perfect no more.

You awoke the next morning with a pounding headache, all the crying, lack of food and water had taken its toll. You sat up in the soft bed, rubbing your now dry but surely red eyes as you tried to wake up.

The clock on the nightstand said 6:30am. You remember crawling into bed around 10:30pm, unsure of when you had fallen asleep. You made your way to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and washing your face as you looked in the mirror.

Your hair was matted from falling asleep while it was still wet. Adjusting your tank top and shorts, you began combing through your hair. Throwing it up in a top knot, you slowly opened the door and made your way to the living room, smelling coffee and hearing rustling in the kitchen.

"Good morning," you said as Korai spun around, smiling at you as he reached for a coffee mug from the cabinet.

"Hey, sleep, ok?" He asked. You shrugged and sat down as he poured you a mug, grabbing creamer from the refrigerator.

“Mila turned your phone off last night. Uhh- he kept calling and texting," Korai said studying his protein shake with great interest.

"Shit- I'm sorry I totally forgot about my phone," you said looking up at him.

He just shook his head. “YN don't apologize for any of this. None of this is your fault,” he said as a small smile graced your face as you brought the cup to your mouth.

“Korai, I know you have to work with Atsumu for training. I don’t want this to effect your team,” you said lowly looking at Korai.

“YN, I understand your concerns but what Atsumu did doesn’t have anything to do with volleyball. He hurt you and you are very important to Mila and thus important to me. I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen,” he said as you nodded.

“If only I wouldn’t have gone to that game,” you said, sighing into your coffee mug.

"If you wouldn’t have gone to the game YN, there’s still a big chance that me or Korai would have seen him and girl code dictates that I must tell you everything,” Mila said coming into the kitchen, her hair all over the place and her eyes looking tired.

“Yeah but I’m sure bro code is different,” you said ad you and Mila looked to Korai.

“Nah, if I would have seen that I would have told Mila and my girls got a big mouth,” he said as Mila looked at him, offended.

“Just remember what this ‘big mouth’ does for you Mr. I wouldn’t be talking smack like that,” she scoffed ad you laughed.

Korai laughed as he took a drink of his protein shake and you watched as Mila stomped around the kitchen, grabbing everything she needed.

“Did Korai tell you I told him off last night because I did!” Mila growled, as she slammed her mug on the table.

“You what?” You said, setting down your coffee as Korai folded his arms over his chest.

“Yes, unfortunately before she silenced your phone, she answered one of his many calls,” Korai said shaking his head.

“Mila? Really?” You said looking at her as she looked back.

“Girl, I laid into him hard! Like made him cry and then beg for me to give you the phone. Then I blocked him,” Mila smiled, satisfied with herself as Korai’s head fell back on his shoulders.

A knock sounded at the door as you and Mila froze in your seats.

"It's just Kageyama, it's our long running day" Korai said as he made his way to the door. You felt the breath that you didn't know you were holding release as your tension fell away. Korai opened the door and Kageyama stepped in, looking straight at you a small smile creeping on his face. You smiled back as he made his way over to you, bending down and kissing the top of your head.

"Hey kid," he said as you grabbed his arm and squeezed, his small gesture sending comfort throughout your body.

"Let's get going. We have like 5 miles to make it through before practice," Korai said, grabbing his keys and phone and shoving it in his pocket. Kageyama looked at Korai and back at you, nodding as he made his way out the front door. He smiled at you before, again kissing the top of your head in a sweet gesture and making his way to the front door. Korai waved to you and Mila, closing the door behind him.

A few days had past since you had caught Atsumu cheating. The first 4 days were rough. Unblocking his number, the calls and texts flood in as you quickly began to second guess your decision. He had tried several times to confront you, waiting outside Korai and Mila’s apartment. It was finally when Mila lost it, swearing to take a baseball bat to his beloved car that he stopped showing up.

According to Hinata, Atsumu stayed late at the gym and arrived early the next morning. Korai said that Olympic practice had been tense the past few days as well. Atsumu had taken every chance to try and catch Korai alone, trying to get whatever information he could from him. Korai told you that he said nothing about you other than that you didn’t want to speak with him.

You knew you had to end it officially with Atsumu but you were no where near ready to confront him. Every time you thought about him, images of him kissing that woman flooded your brain. You couldn't get rid of them; you couldn't stop thinking about it. You began to wonder if he had kissed other women or had slept with them. You replayed your relationship over and over in your head wondering what you could have done differently. It hurt you mentally, physically and emotionally, the pain felt never-ending.

A few days later, you were heading home from work when it happened.

"YN- YN! Stop YN!" His voice hit you as you turned to see Atsumu chasing after you. Your mind flooded with emotions, seeing him for the first time since you had discovered his infidelity. You turned, walking faster in your heels and dress, trying to make it back to Mila and Korai's apartment. You could hear him shouting, his tall frame trying to move through the crowds of people as you effortlessly weaved in and out, dodging where you could just to get away. You rounded the corner, running as fast as your heeled feet would take you, turning to see Atsumu still trying to get to you.

You abruptly halted when you run into someone, the person grabbing you by the arms, head bowed and eyes meeting yours.

"YN hey- hey are you ok?” Kageyama asked as he looked into your big eyes, filled with tears yet again.

"YN for fucks sake, I just want to talk,” Atsumu said coming up behind you as Kageyama moved you to the side, his arm grasping firmly around your waist, his hand possessively holding onto you.

"Atsumu get lost,” Kageyama growled as your tears only fell harder, your body coursing with emotions.

"Tobio, this isn't about you! Now let go of YN so I can talk to her. I'm not going to hurt her,” Atsumu said but you had enough.

"You already fucking hurt me!" You screamed, looking over at Atsumu who was stunned by your outburst.

"YN I-"

" No Atsumu- no more! We are done! I don't want to hear it. I don't want to see you, I don't even want to be around you! You threw everything we had down the drain! An entire years worth of memories and love, just gone! Whatever she had that I didn't, I hope it was all worth it because I won't let you have any more of my time or emotions," you scream, locking eyes with Atsumu as he stood there stunned.

You could see the tears beginning to crest in his eyes. You pulled away from Kageyama, grabbing his arm and tugging him along.

"Let's go Tobio,” you said as Kageyama followed you wordlessly, leaving Atsumu stunned and alone on the street.

"Holy shit- I can't believe I did that,” you say to Kageyama as he closes the door to Korai and Mila's apartment.

"You fucking did that YN,” he said, smiling at you. You look back at him, smiling wide as you run and hugged him, arms going around his neck as his went to your waist. "I'm so proud of you sweetheart" he whispered into your hair as you smiled into his shoulder.

A few weeks had passed, and you were getting ready for a night out with the Adlers. You had slowly been moving on from Atsumu, learning to navigate your life as a single women and enjoying every minute of it.

You still had your moments, especially when Atsumu would show up or send extravagant gifts to your door. He sent jewelry and flowers, everything under the sun to get you to hear him out, accepting all the gifts only to turn around and mail them right back to him.

He had to be mad to think he could buy your love again after what you had seen. He swore up and down that nothing more than kissing happened but even then, it still didn't matter. Kissing another women was enough to solidify the end of your relationship.

You had managed to gather the remainder of your items from Atsumu's place after receiving word that he was out drinking with MSBY one Saturday night. Leaving what you could live without and grabbing the more sentimental items, you left the key on the cabinet with a note that you were no longer on the lease.

You adjusted your short black spaghetti strap dress as you finished curling your hair. You're outfit tonight was purchased new after an impulsive shopping trip with Mila to the mall the day after you had officially moved out of Atsumu’s apartment.

It was different than what you normally went for, short and revealing but you were feeling strong and confident as the dress showed off your breasts and ass nicely. The black heels you had gotten were a nice addition to the dress as well as the faux diamond choker and bracelet set you had found.

After one final check in the mirror, you grabbed your lip gloss and mascara, shoving them into your clutch as you headed to the living room.

"Holy shit on a shingle YN, you look fucking amazing!" Mila screamed as Korai looked over to see your best friend gawking at you.

“You’re one to talk babe! That red dress looks fucking spectacular girl,” you said as Mila blushed and waved you off.

He quickly took a shot of whiskey, rolling his eyes and setting the glass down, “maybe I should have worn something more applicable to getting into fights” he said as you and Mila glared at him, a smile crossing his face. The doorbell rang as Mila rushed to answer it.

Kageyama smiled as Mila as he entered wearing a casual navy suit with a white button-down shirt. He looked incredible. His eyes met yours as he slowly took in your form, visibly gulping as his eyes made their way down your body and back up to meet yours. Your eyes met his, sparkling big and bright as you pushed your hair behind your ear, smiling downward.

"YN, you look- you look-" Kageyama stuttered, trying to form proper semtances.

"Spectacular, amazing?" Mila interrupted.

"No, absolutely perfect,” he said smiling at you as he walked closer to you, bending down slightly to kiss your cheek. His hands going to the small of your back as your hand went to grasp his bicep.

"You look incredible Tobio," you say smiling up at him. You knew Mila was talking but you didn't hear anything she was saying, the words not even computing in your brain.

Over the past weeks, Kageyama had been a savior on top of being an amazing friend. He was constantly on the look out for you, helping you with whatever you needed.

When Mila and Korai left for a weekend getaway, he came over and spent the entire weekend hanging out with you. You baked, cooked, talked and watched movies. It felt so freeing to be able to laugh and have fun.

You couldn't say your feelings for Tobio were strictly platonic. You felt safe with him, cared for and protected. You knew his eyes would linger on you, his breath hitching when you would grab his hand or touched him but you were talking it slow, no where near ready to jump into something serious.

Without exchanging words, Tobio already knew this. It had been a late night, after eating brownies and having a good cry with him at your side. You had laid on his thigh, resting your eyes as he stroked your hair, your eyes drifting closed. You heard him say, "I'll wait as long as you need me too YN. You're worth it."

You arrived at the bar with Mila, Korai and Tobio as he interlaced your fingers with his, walling along side of you to where the entire Adlers team was seated.

"YN!! Hey its so good to see you again! You look phenomenal!” Hirugami, the captain of the Adlers said kissing your cheek. You smiled and thanked him, as Tobio pulled out your chair and helped you sit.

You ordered your drinks, talking with the team. The hours flew by as you laughed and smiled the entire night. It had been so long since you had felt this good. You're eyes didn't miss Kageyama's staring at you as you chatted and laughed with his team.

Mila stood up and looked at you, the universal girl signal to follow her to the bathroom. You excused yourselves as you began walking towards the back of the bar.

On your way back to the table, you head a loud group laughing and shouting.. Looking over, you saw Hinata, Sakusa, Bokuto and Atsumu all sitting around at a table, woman laced all over them.

You're eyes widened as you grabbed for Mila's hand. She turned around, eyes catching the scene just as a voice shouted "Hey YN!" from over by the group. You looked over to see Hinata waving at you as all eyes suddenly turned to you, including Atsumu who was sitting in between two women.

Mila grabbed your hand and begin to pull, trying to get you out as quickly as she could. You gave a quick smile and small wave to the team as Mila pulled hard, dodging every which way she could.

You could hear Sakusa berate Hinata for saying something as you made your way through the crowd.

“YN come on,” Mila pulled as you tried to break through the dense crowd of the packed club.

"Hey- Hey! YN stop!" You heard Atsumu shout as Mila pulled you away, trying desperately to reach the Adlers table. You were caught behind a sea of people as Atsumu came within an arms length, reaching out to touch you.

“YN, I said wait a second!" Atsumu finally said, grabbing onto your other wrist and halting your movements.

Mila turned in rage and shouted, “let go of her Atsumu right now!"

Atsumu held on to your wrist and glared at Mila. "I want to talk with Yn- alone please," Atsumu snarled, his words a little slurred from what you could only assume was the booze he had been drinking.

"Over my dead body," Mila shouted as you turned to her with pleading eyes.

"Atsumu, I don't want to talk to you. We are done and I've said my peace now please let me go," you said trying to gently pull away from him.

You knew you were roughly in the middle of the bar, too far away for the Adlers to know what was happening, not that you wanted Tobio or Korai to know. You could handle this.

"YN please, I know I fucked up ok and I'm miserable! I’m begging you YN, please don't throw this all away. Please, we can get married and you won't have to work anymore. You can stay home and I'll take care of everything for you baby. Please just one more chance," Atsumu said pleading with you as you watched his eyes water. You knew he was truly sorry for what he had done, for the mistake he had made. Unfortunately, you weren't going to forgive him.

"Atsumu, I'm sorry but I can't forgive you for this. Maybe one day we can be friends again but right now, I don't want to see you," you said, still trying to pull your hand away.

Mila was watching, enraged as she pulled her phone out. You knew you only had seconds before Tobio, Korai and potentially the entire Adlers team would show up.

Bokuto and Sakusa approached Atsumu from behind. "Dude let her go she doesn't want to talk to you," Sakusa said, putting his hand on Atsumu's shoulder.

Atsumu shrugged it away as you heard Mila say, “Korai, Atsumu is her and he wont let go of YN!” Silence followed as Mila shouted, “yes, in the middle of the bar!” She hung her phone, turn to glare back at Atsumu.

“Korai and Tobio are coming right now Atsumu! Let go of YN and we will just leave,” she exclaimed as Atsumu shook his head back and forth.

Kageyama picked up his glass, swirling the amber liquor around as he glanced around, waiting for you to return from the bathrooms with Mila. He couldn’t help but stare at you all night, the way that dress looked on your perfect body and how your smile life up the room. He was so incredibly happy you were having fun.

“What did you think about the line up coach our our?” hoshiumi asked as Kageyama shook his head, looking over at the winged spiked who was now smirking

“Im sorry what?” He said as Hoshiumi just rolled his eyes and laughed.

“You’ve got it so bad for her don’t you? I mean I don’t blame you one bit, YN is amazing and drop dead gorgeous,” he responded as Kageyama smiled down into his glass, ripping it back as the liquid rolled down his throat.

Suddenly, Kageyama heard the sound of a phone ringing as Hoshiumi quickly picked his phone off the bar table.

“Hey babe- wait slow down what?” He said as Kageyama set his glass down, Hoshiumi’s eyes meeting his.

“Shit Atsumu’s here? Where are you?” hoshiumi said but it was too late. Kageyama was on his feet and moving through the crowds towards the bathrooms. He figured Atsumu had to have stopped you close enough to be out of range of the Adlers table.

“Ok Kageyama and I are on our way!” He heard Kōrai about or at least he thought he did, his vision was tunneled on finding you, not caring if who he pushed to get out of the way.

The moment he saw you, his ears began to ring. You were struggling against Atsumu, trying to get away and all Kageyama could see was rage.

"Come on bro, that’s enough let's go back to our seat," Bokuto said as he turned to give you a look at said "I'm sorry".

"No YN and I are going to-” he said as you felt the air suddenly shift, an angry presence appearing behind you.

"Yn and you are going to what" a voice boomed loudly as you jumped slightly. You felt a radiation of anger and possessiveness hit you as you turned to see Tobio looming over you, Korai and the Alders on his heels.

"He won't let her go!" Mila cried out as Korai looked from her to you, anger filling his face.

“Atsumu that’s enough!” Korai sneered as he stood besides Tobiom

Kageyama's fists clenched harder as he approached you and Atsumu. "Let her fucking go NOW!" He yelled as Atsumu stayed firm.

"You son of a bitch! You've always wanted her! I fucking knew it, the way you stared at her all the time during games! You want to fuck her don't you Tobio? You just want what you can't fucking have!” Atsumu shouted as Kageyama got in Atsumu’s face.

Atsumu let go of your wrist, causing you to tumble back a bit, Mila grabbing you as Kageyama grabbed Atsumu by the collar, getting right into his face. Korai came to check on you and Mila as you watched the seen unfold before your eyes.

Kageyama pulled Atsumu up towards him growling, "let's get one thing perfectly clear Atsumu, YN isn't yours anymore! You fucked that up when you decided to stick your pathetic dick somewhere else. You fucked up the best thing you ever fucking had. An guess what fucker, now it's my turn to show her how a real man treats a women." He shoved Atsumu off, causing him to stumble back into Bokuto and Sakusa who held him back as he tried to right himself.

Kageyama turned, searching the crowd for you as his eyes met your big ones, he pushed his way towards you, grabbing you around the waist and pulling you into a hug. You hugged him tightly before pulling back and looking into his eyes. "Can we go please?” you begged, as he nodded looking back at Korai who gave him a chin lift in return.

You could hear shouting coming from the bar as you left, paying no mind to what was being said and holding onto Tobio as you make your way to a taxi outside.

He opened the door for you as you scoot in, getting in besides you and telling the driver the address to his apartment. You didn't argue, knowing fully well you were safe with him. You could feel his anger radiating as he still held onto your waist, from behind. You're hand came to rest on his hard chest, his eyes looking down at your hand and then up to your eyes. You smiled a little at him as you snuggled your body close to his, Tobio pulling you close to his body.

At his apartment, he opened the door, letting you in as he took his jacket and shoes off, you following suit, removing your heels.

"I'm sorry YN, I let- shit!” he said, one hand resting on his hip and another combing through his hair. You walk up to him, standing close as he looks down at you.

"Is what Atsumu said true?" You ask him. You wanted to know the truth. He looked at you, then looked away and nodded.

"I've liked you for a long time YN, before you even started dating Atsumu,” he said, turning away and pacing the floor. You stood there and watching his movements.

"When I first met you, I thought you were so gorgeous and perfect. Mila and Korai had just started dating and you were always around. Then Atsumu showed up and fuck- you looked so happy. I couldn't ruin that for you, so I just let you go, content on staying friends with you," he said stopping to look at you. Your eyes softened as you walked up to him, placing your palm on his cheek and looking into his eyes.

"Tobio, look at me," you said as his blue eyes met yours, "what Atsumu and I had is over and I'm not going back to him. I thought about it and the idea of a relationship with someone I can't trust will just never work."

Kageyama nodded as you continued to speak, "I thought it would take me a while to find someone I could count on again. To find someone who cared for me as much as I cared for them but then I realized, I already found that." His eyes widened as he realized what you were saying.

"I trust you Tobio and if you trust me-"

His lips crashed onto yours as your arms went around his neck, his arms snaking tighter around your waist as he leaned down, deepening the kiss.

His tongue grazed your lips as you opened them, allowing your tongues to mingle, a moan sneaking past your lips as your bodies molded together. He felt incredible against your body, fitting perfectly in all the right places. His arms squeezing your waist as your caressed his biceps through his shirt, feeling his bulging muscles. He groaned as you slowly separated, biting his lip as you looked into his beautiful eyes.

He smiled, laying his forehead against yours as he spoke, "YN baby, you've made me the happiest man alive." You smile back, pulling him closer as your let’s met his once again.

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