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Birthday Girl
Meian Shugo x Fem! reader (she/her)
Warnings: swearing, tiny “fight” scene, provocative dancing, kissing, Atsumu being bullied (?), suggestive themes, drinking
WC: 4.6k ~
AN: I’ve had this one in the drafts for a while and idk friends, it’s not that good 😅
“So what time are you guys heading to the club for YN’s birthday tomorrow?” Hinata asked his teammates as they pulled on their training gear and prepared for practice. Meian, listening from the other side of the lockers, was pulling on his shirt as the four youngest members of the Jackals talk about your birthday party plans.
“Well I told YN I’d pick her up so probably around 9,” Sakusa answered. A twinge of jealousy struck Meian as he slammed his locker door a little too hard, prompting Thomas and Inunaki to look over at him. Why did Sakusa have the privilege of picking you up for your special night? What made him so special?
He growled, walking past his teammates, going to the open office. Grabbing some paperwork, he began looking it over while his ears continued to tune into the conversation happening just outside.
“I booked the table starting at 8:30. I figured we could go and decorate before she got there,” Atsumu mentioned to the group as they all shook their heads in agreement.
“Ohh what did you get her? I was planning on going with Akaashi tonight to grab her gift,” Bokuto inquired as Atsumu smirked, shutting his locker and looking at his teammates.
“Like I’d tell any of you,” Sakusa huffed as Hinata and Bokuto narrowed their eyes in his direction. Atsumu just chuckled, shaking his head as Sakusa turned to his direction, “ok so tell us, what are you getting YN?”
“I’m gifting YN my assistance in bagging her a man,” Atsumu declared as Hinata, Sakusa and Bokuto looked at him in surprise, right before the burst into a fit of uncontrollable laughter.
“Oh my god Sumu you’re joking right?” Hinata chuckled as Thomas and Inunaki rounded the corner to join their juniors.
“You can’t even bag yourself a steady date Sumu why the hell would you pass that curse to YN?” Sakusa laughed as Atsumu narrowed his eyes, hands going to his hips.
Meian tried to focus on the paper in front of him, the list of new training techniques given to him by the coach to try but Atsumu’s declaration of his gift made it extremely difficult to do anything else. He heard Inunaki and Thomas laugh at their setter.
“Atsumu, I doubt YN needs your help in that way. She’s fucking gorgeous!” Inunaki chimed in as the paper in Meian’s hand began to crinkle as his grip tightened.
“Yeah, she probably gets laid more than any of us do!” Thomas joked as the guys all hummed in agreement.
The pencil in Meian’s hand snapped as he continued to listen to his teammates talk about you.
“Well apparently, she’s been having a dry spell for a few months. She’s caught up on some fucker or something, so I figured what better way to help her than to get her laid!” Atsumu shouted, his hands going out as he declared his resolution.
Listening to Atsumu talk about your intimate life irritated the 6’6” captain. Meian tried his best to hide his attraction to you, for years he’d managed to keep things extremely professional despite his desire for more. He watched his teammates hang all over you while he did his best to maintain order. He wanted you to feel comfortable and safe in your job and he knew exactly how stressful it could be running the lives of an entire professional men’s volleyball team.
However, it became more and more difficult the closer you and him became. On bus rides, you’d always ask to sit next to him which at first, he happily obliged. Then you’d ask for your hotel room to be next to his, just in case you needed help with organizing team activities. Soon you’d be arriving early for practice, bringing him coffee and just talking before everyone else arrived. You’d stand right next to him during team meetings and huddles, your eyes locking with him as he looked around at his teammates right before a game.
Those eyes were the same ones he pictured as he fantasized about his made-up relationship with you. He pictured waking up next to you, kissing your cheeks as he tried to drag you out of bed for morning practice. He dreamed about cooking dinner with you and relaxing in your arms after a hard day at the gym. He wanted nothing more than for those dreams to become reality.
“Yo cap, are you good?” Barnes interrupted, sticking his head into the office as Meian snapped from his thoughts, the broken end of his pencil falling to the ground as his eyes shot to Barnes.
“Yeah- yeah, come on- oh and grab Sumu, I feel like I need to hit something.”
Barnes cocked his eyebrows in response, “you do mean volleyballs right?”
Meian ignored him, making his way straight for the open gym.
He fixed his navy button down, rolling the sleeves up to his elbows and undoing the top few buttons of his shirt. He normally didn’t dress like this, opting for shorts and sweats most days but he had to admit he cleaned up pretty well.
Turning to his nightstand, he grabbed the little velvet black box that contained your birthday gift. Opening if, he observed the simple yet classy diamond necklace that he’d purchased. He’d overheard you talking about accessories onetime with one of the guys. He was looking for suggestions to get his girlfriend and you had made a comment about how a lot of women love simple, yet elegant gifts. You had also told him to make sure that he did a good and thorough job of picking it out because his girlfriend would appreciate the effort.
Meian had taken your advice to heart when going to the jewelry store. He’d done some research online, finding the perfect necklace that would suit you. He wanted you to not only be able to wear it for special occasions but daily if you so desired.
Smiling at it, he closed the box and put it in a gift bag of your favorite color. He grabbed the card, a simple one with a blank inside so he could write his own message.
He contemplated what to say and exactly how to say it. He wasn’t always the best with words, usually being blunt and loud so the guys on the team could understand him, but you weren’t just a member of the team, you were someone special.
Dear YN,
I’m not great at these things and I think you know that better than anyone. However, for you, I’m going to try my best. I hope that all your birthday wishes come true and just know, you are incredibly special to me.
Happy Birthday
Shugo
Putting the card in the bag, he applied a few sprays of his favorite cologne and made sure his hair was in perfect order. As he grabbed his watch, it began to light up, signaling he had a call. He reached for his phone, accepting the call while he finished fashioning the straps.
“Sakusa what’s wrong?” He answered as the sound of Sakusa on speakerphone chimed thought.
“Fucking Sumu forgot to get YN’s cake so I have to go and get it! Apparently the bakery is about to close and Bokuto will have a crap attack if the cake he ordered isn’t there. I’ll be able to get to the club but I’d be late with Yn. Do you think you could pick her up? I told her I’d be at her place by 8:30ish and I don’t think I’ll have time to get the cake and make it to the other side of town by then.”
Meian looked at his watch, noting it was nearly 8:15, “yeah I can swing by and get her. You just take care of the cake, so Bokuto doesn’t go into emo mode at the club.”
Sakusa laughed, thanking his captain before hanging up. Meian sighed, running his hands thought his hair as he reached for his phone to text you. Sure he had wanted to be the one to take you to your birthday party but now that the opportunity was here, it made him more than a little nervous.
Meian: Hey YN, Sakusa got caught up and can’t come get ya so I’m gonna swing by your place in about 10 minutes. Is that ok?
He waited only a few seconds before his phone buzzed.
You: OMG YAY!!! That’s just fine Shugo! I’m so excited to ride with you! Just buzz my flat and I’ll let you in when you get here!
Meian smiled at your excitement, happy you were pleased he was coming to pick you up. He picked up his keys, grabbing his wallet and making his way to his car.
Once parked, he quickly threw the empty bottles of water and electrolytes in the back seat silently cursing himself for falling behind on his usual cleaning schedule. Once his car was in more presentable shape, he buzzed the bell to your apartment as the door instantly clicked open.
“Come on up Shugo!” You shouted through the speaker as he pulled the door open and headed upstairs. You lived on the third floor, but he figured taking the stairs would give him time to calm his nerves a little more. You’d hung out on numerous occasions outside of work so this wasn’t something new, but this was the first time he was actually picking you up for an activity. He only knew of your apartment because he had to pleasure of escorting you home a few times before.
He arrived at your door, a cute sign greeting guests that he thought perfectly described you as a person hanging from your door. He smiled, rapping on the door as you quickly pulled it open, the door chain jamming.
“Shit hold on!” You swore as Meian chuckled as you closed the door unlatched the chain and swinging it open once more. You stood there, a huge smile on your beautiful face and Meian slowly took you in.
Your hair was done perfectly your makeup flawless. You wore wearing perhaps the sexiest dress he’d ever seen, black satin with a low-cut neckline and petite straps that covered your mostly exposed shoulders. The dress was tight and short, stopping several inches above your knee, just above your mid thigh. You had black high heels on, with delicate bracelets around your wrists. You looked absolutely perfect.
“Wow,” he breathed out, “you look spectacular Yn.” You looked more that spectacular, you look darn right phenomenal.
A light pink blush formed on your face as you smiled at him, moving out of the way and allowing him to enter.
“Thanks, Shugo, you look incredible! I bet all the girls will be all over you tonight,” you chime in as a twinge hit Meian. He smiled and nodded, trying his best to ignore the comment, before stepping into your apartment.
“Are you ready?” He asked as you turned to grab your keys and purse. His eyes widened as he took in the entirety of your exposed back, your dress landing on your lower back. Your skin looked incredible even beneath the crappy lighting that was your apartment.
“Yep but I couldn’t find a necklace that went with this dress. Do you think it looks ok without one? I didn’t have anything that was simple.”
Meian looked at you as you stood in front of him looking absolutely perfect. Your body looked incredible, and your breast were pushed up magnificently as you waited for his response. Suddenly, it hit him, this was his chance.
“Well actually, here,” he remarked, handing you the small bag he’d gotten you for your birthday.
“Shugo you didn’t have to do this!” You exclaimed, grabbing the bag and opening it. Meian chuckled at your enthusiasm, clearly excited for the gift.
You pulled out the card, opening and reading it. Your eyes soften as your hand went over your chest and you smiled, “Shugo, you’re going to make me cry and I can’t cry, or my makeup will run!” Meian chuckle chuckled as you put the card down, going to him and reaching in for a hug. Your hands went around his neck as his hands gently slipped to your waist, holding you tight against him. You felt perfect in his arms, molding beautifully into his body.
You pulled back as he smiled down at you and nodded to the bag, “ok now open your actual present.”
You giggled as you pulled the box out, opening it, your mouth fell slack as your eyes widened with shock.
“Shugo oh my god, it’s gorgeous!” You exclaimed, stunned at the beauty of the necklace, “holy crap, this must have cost so much money! You didn’t have to do this!”
He approached you, taking it from your hand as you swing around. He gently pulled your hair to the side as you took it from him, lifting it up as he draped the necklace around you before fastening it in the back.
You turned to face the mirror, Shugo standing behind you as he watched your expression light up.
“I wanted you to have something special because of how amazing you are,” he whispered into your ear as you felt a shiver run down your exposed back. He was so incredibly close, and your body couldn’t help but react.
Suddenly the moment was broken, Meian’s phone blaring as a call came flooding in. He grabbed it from his pants, looking at the caller id and rolling his eyes. You giggled, knowing exactly who was calling.
“Sumu what!?” Meian shouted as you checked your makeup and grabbed your purse.
“Are you coming? All the guest are here and we are waiting for our birthday girl!” Sumu yelled, Meian pulling the phone away from his ear as you shook at your head at all the nonsense.
“She’s MY birthday girl,” Meian repeated in his head before answering Sumu with a resounding, “yeah leaving now. Be there in 10.”
Meian escorted you down to his car, opening the door before taking your hand and helping you in. He then quickly made his way around to the drivers seat before taking off.
After a few moments of silence, Meian decides to break the silence.
“So are ya excited for your party Yn?” He questioned as you shrugged.
“Yeah sort of,” you responded as Meian looked over at you in confusion, “oh don’t get me wrong, I’m so grateful the guys are doing this but I’m definitely not use to being the center of attention. Heck I usually leave that up to you guys.”
Meian understood what you meant. Being in the lime light was difficult at times and their lives were practically all public knowledge.
“Well just know you deserve this and so much more Yn. You are an amazing person and such a great manager,” he remarked as he pulled up to the valet at the club your party was being held at.
Escorting you in, Meian couldn’t help but fantasize about how amazing you looked on his arm and how he wouldn’t mind this being an everyday thing. His fantasies were broken however by the loud sounds of at least a dozen men shouting.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY YN!” The crowd yells as you and Meian enter the cup area. The entire back of the club was decorated in balloons and streamers of your favorite colors, beautiful arrangements of a flowers splayed everywhere with a giant, three tier’s cake with your age right in the center.
Meian was pretty impressed that idiots managed to pull of such an elaborate setup. As you began to hug everyone, Meian wandered over to Inunaki.
“Damn this is a pretty rich set up, Bokuto and Atsumu did this?”Meian questioned as Inunaki laughed, shaking his head back and forth.
“Oh god no, Sakusa and I hired a company to do this. Atsumu just showed up to ‘supervise’ and Sakusa told Bokuto he could bring one balloon. It’s hidden behind all the other ones.”
Inunaki pointed out a colorful and big balloon with a cat on it that said, ‘Here’s to a PURRFECT Birthday!’
Meian laughed before his eyes shifted over to you. He watched as everyone continued to hug you and wish you happy birthday. He noticed Kageyama and Hoshiumi as well as the other Adlers joining in. His confusion grew as he looked around seeing the entire Adlers team around your birthday table.
Just as his brain processed the fact that their rivals were here, his arch nemisis, Fukuro Hirugami, showed up next to you, giving you a huge hug and lifting you straight off the ground.
“Ahh Fukuro!” You screamed, clung onto his neck as your dress began to slowly ride up. Meian’s blood pressure began to rise, anger filling him as Hirugami set you down and you pulled your dress back down.
“What in the hell are the Adlers doing here?” Meian growled at Inunaki as he shrugged, not knowing how to answer it.
“I have no clue dude. Atsumu or Hinata must have invited them. You know how much they love Yn. Why is there a problem?” Inunaki watched as his captains face grew red with frustration.
Meian was annoyed that the Adlers had turned up, knowing exactly how the team and especially Hirugami felt about you. He wasn’t shy about bringing up his attraction to you during their practice matches, making it blatantly obvious that he was staring at your ass on multiple occasions.
Meian had never wanted to punch someone in the face more than he did at this very moment. Hirugami’s eyes were glued to you in that dress, not that he could really blame the man, but damn did he have to make it so fucking obvious?
“Well let get this party started! Time to get our birthday girl smashed!” Atsumu shouted, pulling you towards the table filled with drinks and shots.
You sat down next to Atsumu, your eyes trailing to Meian as you motioned for him to come and sit next to you. He quickly obliged, moving past everyone before knocking shoulders with Hirugami on his way to your side. Their eyes met, Hirugami smirking at him as he turned to look in your direction. It was a silent challenge but one Meian would not back down from.
A few shots later and you were feeling a good buzz. Meian wasn’t complaining one bit, your body pressed against his as you talked and joked with your friends.
“Alright Yn, you owe me a dance let’s go!” Hinata shouted, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor. Bokuto and Hoshiumi followed as Meian watched you having fun. He loved the way your eyes lit up and how spectacular you looked dancing. God, could you move your body flowing so effortlessly and perfectly in tune with the music.
“So, tell me, is Yn still single?” Hirugami asked, sliding up next to Meian, his expression narrowing in on his arch-nemesis.
Meian’s blood boiled at the thought of you anywhere near Hirugami. “She’s not a fuck toy Hirugami, stay away from her!”
Hirugami laughed, shaking his head before responding, “nah dude, I was gonna ask her to dinner. She’s fucking hot man, I’m surprised one of you haven’t bagged her already.”
His anger only grew as he watched Hirugami turn to face you, his eyes watching your body move as if it wasn’t a privilege.
Meian stood up, looking down at Hirugami, “stay the fuck away from her.” He began to walk away as Hirugami watched him, his smirked widening.
Meian went to the bar, grabbing a shot and pouring it back. He had to cool down, he couldn’t let Hirugami’s stupid tricks get to him. There was no way he’d not know Meian liked you by the way he acted.
“If you plan to turn into a raging alcoholic, could you maybe give me a heads up so I can deal with coach?” A voice chuckled as Meian turned to see Barnes walking towards him.
“Don’t think you have to worry about that,” Meian answered, turning around to see his friend and teammate approaching.
“You know, I’m pretty sure everyone except Yn knows you like her. Why don’t you just tell her and put yourself out of this misery,” Barnes suggested, leaning against the bar.
“Is it really that obvious?” Meian asked as Barnes turned to him and smiled.
“So obvious man.”
Meian turned back to the dance floor, eyes locking on you, only this time, you weren’t alone.
Hirugami was right behind you, his hands on your hips as you swayed to the music. He watched, anger boiling over as Hirugami pulled you closer to him, your hips and ass grinding against him as he stuck his head down, to rest next to your ear.
“Shugo you ok-” Barnes asked as Meian took off from his station at the bar, headed straight for you and Hirugami.
“Shit Inunaki!” Barnes shouted and pointed as the Libero’s eyes followed the line of sight to see their captain practically running towards you and Hirugami.
“Damn it! Bokuto, Thomas!” He shouted, the two men near him spotting Inunaki running towards Meian.
“Oh fuck,” Thomas yelled, quickly racing towards the dance floor.
Meian grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him as you jolted, falling into his chest.
“Shugo what’s wrong?” You asked, his hand going to your waist as he glared at Hirugami who now had a sly smirk on his face.
“I told you to stay the fuck away from her,” Meian growled, pulling you behind his back as you watched the two men go toe to toe.
“Didn’t know you laid a claim on her Meian, you really shouldn’t let her out of your sights,” Hirugami smiled smugly as Meian got into his face.
You stood behind Meian, scared of what was about to happen. You looked around, seeing Inunaki, Barnes, Bokuto and Thomas headed towards you as well as Heiwajima, Romero and Sokolov from the Adlers.
“Captain back down,” Barnes insisted as Inunaki pulled you away from the confrontation. The last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt.
“Yeah Meian, back down,” Hirugami spat out as Meian growled and shoved the captain of the Adlers. Your hands flew to your face as you watched Hirugami, fall back a few feet.
“Hey knock it off!” Romero shouted, Hirugami going back into Meian’s face, the two going nose to nose. You stood there, in shock at what you were witnessing. You couldn’t believe what was happening.
“Shugo, Fukuro stop it!” You shouted but neither of them heard you, their egos both too loud to hear anything but their own minds. Atsumu, Hoshiumi, Ushijima and Hinata had joined the group now while Kageyama came to stand by you and Inunaki.
“Come on your guys!” Someone shouted as Meian and Hirugami continued their stare off, suddenly Hirugami shoved Meian who stumbled back a few feet as a small squeak sounded torn from your lips as you mindlessly began to make your way towards the men.
“YN not! Don’t go over there, you’ll get hurt!” Inunaki grabbed your wrist, swinging you around as you screamed.
“Someone has to stop them!”
Like an Angel from above, Sakusa made his way through the crowd, getting in between Hirugami and Meian as the other men began to approach as well.
“Alright knock it the fuck off! Jesus Christ this is YN’s birthday and you guys are ruining it!”
Meian snapped to Sakusa, his mind clearing as his thoughts drifted from rage to concern. He turned his head to find you, standing by Inunaki and Kageyama and looking extremely scared.
“Fuck!” Meian shouted before turning and leaving out of the club. You tore yourself for Inunaki, running after him as fast as your heeled feet would carry you.
“Shugo wait!” You shouted, running after him as he plowed through the crowd. Once outside he kept walking as the sound of your heels hitting pavement followed him.
Meian was so incredibly angry with himself for ruining your party and your birthday. He’d let his anger get the better of him and done something he never wanted to do, scare you.
He stopped, turning around to respond to you, “look Yn I’m sor-”
Suddenly you fling yourself at him, his eyes widening as your arms went behind his neck and his hands went around your waist. You slammed your lips against his, his eyes wider than before as he slowly melted into the kiss, your arms grasping him tightly as he pulled you close to him.
“YN, what-?”
“Shugo god you are such an idiot!”
Meian looked at you, confused as to what was happening. He had just ruined your birthday party but yet, you didn’t look upset or heartbroken. In fact, you were smiling up at him.
“Don’t you see, it’s always been you Shugo. I’ve been dropping hints that I’ve been interested in you for months now and well, you never reciprocated.”
Meian studied your face, looking for any sort of deception or falsehood in your statement. There was just no way any of this was happening right now.
“YN be serious for a minute please. There is no way you could possibly like me.”
You sighed, before pulling out your phone and tapping away. Meian was even more confused as you turned your phone around to show him the messages that had taken place between you and the team.
You: ugh I don’t think I can take this anymore!! He’s so incredibly hot 🥵
Sakusa: Yn keep your thirsting to a minimum please, it’s gross
Barnes: Jesus Yn just confess to the man already!
You: I can’t 🥺👉🏻👈🏻
Inunaki: why not? You two hang out all the time and act like your dating so just make it official already
Atsumu: I know what’s holding you back YN
You: you do sumu 🤨
Atsumu: yep, it’s your crush on me
Sakusa: oh my god
Bokuto: Meian and YN sitting in a tree…
Hinata: K I S S I N G 😘
You: I regret ever telling you all anything
Thomas: probably would have been easier to just confess right 😂
Meian read the texts over and over, looking for something, anything that would prove you were lying but there was nothing. You weren’t lying and you did like him.
“Well shit,” he chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of his head as you blushed.
“I know there was probably better ways to tell you Shugo but well-”
Before you could finish, his lips were on yours again, pulling you in closer as the kiss deepened. His tongue met yours, battling for dominance as he quickly took over. The kiss was incredible and everything felt perfect.
He broke the kiss, a huge smile cresting his face as he looked down at you, matching expression staring back at him.
Meanwhile…
“See my master plan to find YN a man worked,” Sumu exclaimed as MSBY all stared, unimpressed at Atsumu’s declaration.
“Sumu you’ve spent the entire night flirting with girls, what help did you give Yn?” Hinata questioned, a look of confusion growing on the red heads face.
“Yeah you weren’t even here when we broke up the fight between the captains,” Shion returned as Atsumu waved him off.
“That was the whole plan guys! I trusted in you guys and let nature take it course,” Atsumu proudly declared as everyone stood up and walked away from the table leaving Atsumu all alone.
“It’s fine,” he declared, “y’all can thank me later.”
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PAIRING. Sakusa Kiyoomi x f!Reader
CONTENT. angst
The olympic volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi finds himself grappling with the complexities of his relationship with Y/N as it becomes public knowledge.
WC. 1.3K
A/N. Release this song for streaming alr Taylor.
Masterlink - Songs Unwritten
𝓣he sunlit stadium buzzed with excitement as the much-anticipated volleyball tournament unfolded before a cheering crowd. The spacious arena boasted a grand design, with towering stands that could accommodate thousands of enthusiastic fans. The atmosphere was electric, with vibrant colors adorning the venue, reflecting the energy and spirit of the event.
The central focus of the stadium was the immaculately prepared volleyball court, situated at the heart of the action. Its pristine surface, made of smooth, polished wood, gleamed under the radiant floodlights. The boundaries of the court were marked with bold, contrasting lines, providing clear demarcation for the players and ensuring fair play.
On either side of the court, towering electronic scoreboards loomed large, displaying the current match score, set information, and timers, ensuring that no fan missed a moment of the thrilling encounters. Enormous high-definition screens were strategically positioned around the stadium, broadcasting close-up shots of the players and captivating slow-motion replays, further enhancing the spectator experience.
The stadium was divided into different sections, each designated for different categories of spectators. The VIP section, with its plush seating and impeccable service, catered to prominent figures from the sporting world, celebrities, and high-ranking officials. The regular seating area, stretching across multiple levels, offered comfortable chairs with ample legroom, ensuring a pleasant viewing experience for the enthusiastic fans. In one of these seats was Y/N L/N.
And in the court, among them stood Sakusa, a talented volleyball athlete whose dreams were woven into each powerful spike. But beneath his cold exterior lay a shadow of doubt, a fear that threatened to unravel the fragile connection he shared with the girl who held his heart, Y/N.
Their love had blossomed amidst the thunderous applause and echoing cheers of the volleyball arena. The court had been their sanctuary, where they exchanged glances filled with unspoken promises and whispered sweet nothings in the midst of practice sessions. But as their relationship deepened, so did Sakusa's apprehension about revealing their love to the public.
Their paths crossed during a brief break, as they both reached for water bottles at the vending machine. Y/N mustered the courage to strike up a conversation, her voice laced with genuine interest.
"Great game out there! Your spikes are impressive," she complimented, her eyes twinkling with admiration.
Sakusa turned to face her, a charming smile that was covered by his mask but you could still see the outline of. His gaze met hers, and in that moment, something unspoken passed between them.
"Thank you," he replied, his voice cold but his tone with gratitude. "Do you play volleyball yourself?"
Y/N's laughter danced on the breeze as she shook her head, a playful glint in her eyes.
"No, I'm just here to enjoy the game and cheer on the players. But who knows, maybe I'll give it a try someday."
Their conversation flowed effortlessly, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories, dreams, and the occasional witty banter that drew smiles and laughter from both of them.
Days turned into weeks, and their bond grew stronger with each passing encounter. The whispers of an undeniable connection filled the air, igniting a flame of hope within Y/N's heart. Sakusa, too, felt an inexplicable pull towards her, as if they were two puzzle pieces meant to fit together.
One evening, as they sat together on the beach, watching the sun dip below the horizon, Sakusa turned to Y/N with a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.
"Y/N, I have something important to tell you," he began, his voice tinged with anticipation. "I promise you, soon, I will announce our relationship to the world. I want everyone to know how much you mean to me."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat, overwhelmed with a mixture of joy and anticipation. She had waited for this moment, for Sakusa to embrace their love publicly, to stand up for their relationship.
But as the days turned into weeks and the weeks into months, Y/N found herself tangled in a web of empty promises. The whispers of lies grew louder, circulating among their circle of friends and acquaintances. The announcement Sakusa had promised remained nothing more than a distant dream.
Y/N's heart grew heavy with disappointment, her trust eroding with each passing day. She longed for the validation, for Sakusa to fulfill his word and show the world they were together.
Y/N, with her infectious smile and fiery spirit, was unafraid to showcase their affection to the world. She longed for Sakusa to stand proudly by her side, to declare their love to the world without hesitation. But his reluctance to do so left her feeling unseen and unimportant, an invisible figure in the shadows of his ambitions.
During this match however, rumors swirled through the air, like seagulls riding the wind, spreading their wings of deception. They whispered of a love shared between Y/N and Sakusa, a relationship hidden behind closed doors. As the gossip reached Sakusa's ears, his heart sank. He had hoped to shield Y/N from the harsh realities of public scrutiny, believing that by keeping their love secret, he could protect her from the judgments of others. But the whispers had grown louder, the rumors more persistent, weaving their way into the fabric of their lives.
Y/N's heart ached as she overheard a group of girls conversing nearby. Their voices dripped with disdain, their words weaving a tapestry of hurtful assumptions.
"Did you hear? Sakusa would never date someone as plain looking as her," one of the girls sneered.
"Of course not. He's way out of her league. He's way better off with a Victoria Secret Supermodel," another chimed in, her laughter echoing like shards of broken glass.
The volleyball tournament came to a close, leaving behind a flurry of emotions and weary bodies. As the sun dipped below the horizon, the players and their supporters gathered for the much-anticipated after-party. It was meant to be a celebration of their achievements, a moment of camaraderie. But for Y/N, it would become an evening of isolation and heartbreak.
The room buzzed with laughter and animated conversations, the air filled with a mix of triumph and relief. But amidst the lively atmosphere, Y/N stood on the outskirts, a mere shadow amidst the revelry. The whispers of the rumors still haunted the room, their echoes drowning out her attempts to find solace.
Sakusa, lost in a sea of conflicting emotions, struggled to navigate the space between his love for Y/N and the pressures from the public and his managers. He knew he had let her down, allowing the rumors to drive a wedge between them. Yet, the fear of jeopardizing his career kept him at bay, caught between the love he felt for Y/N and the image he was expected to uphold.
Y/N's heart ached as she watched Sakusa move through the crowd, mingling effortlessly with others. The smile that once brightened her world now seemed distant and unattainable. Her insecurities gnawed at her, pushing her to the edge of despair.
Summoning all her courage, Y/N approached Sakusa in a secluded corner, her voice trembling with a mix of desperation and longing.
"Sakusa, please," she implored, her eyes pleading for him to understand. "I can't bear to be ignored any longer. I need you to choose me, to stand up for us, despite what the public and your managers might say."
Sakusa's gaze wavered, torn between the woman he loved and the world he knew. The weight of his indecision etched lines of torment upon his face. He reached out, his hand hesitating in mid-air, but ultimately withdrew.
"I wish it were that simple, Y/N," he whispered, his voice tinged with resignation. "But I don't want to lose everything I've worked for. I'm sorry."
The words landed heavily on Y/N's heart, a final blow to the hope she had clung to. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned away, the weight of rejection pressing down upon her like an iron cloak.
As the party continued, Y/N remained a distant observer, her smiles forced and hollow. She watched as Sakusa mingled with adoring fans and accepted the accolades from his teammates. But with each passing moment, the emptiness within her grew, a void where their love once thrived.
©Minarixx 2023 - please don't copy, repost or translate without my knowledge credit or permission.
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kiyoomi sending you a gym selfie — ੈ♡˳·
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#𐐪𐑂 — kiyoomi#iyns.art#sakusa x you#sakusa x self insert#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader#hq sakusa#sakusa fanart#haikyuu sakusa#msby#haikyuu art#haikyuu x you
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The Distance Between Us | Sakusa Kiyoomi
Sakusa Kiyoomi is a realist.
Not only does he dislike wasting his time on idle thoughts and worries that are mere inconveniences, but he also preferred dealing with the problems when they surface. And with the current predicament that he’d left untreated for far too long, it’s finally time for him to have is dealt with once and for all - or at least until he manages to screw himself over once again.
The empty space that separates the both of you couldn’t have stretched any longer, nor could it feel any colder than it already is, but seeing the distressed expression on your face only served as the final nail in the coffin that he’d built for himself. If he had known that this would happen, he wouldn’t have stood watching as you ran off, not even attempting to call or check up on you when you needed him the most.
It truly is cowardly of him.
In the months that you’d known each other, you both acknowledges the flaws that each of you carry, but being the prideful people that you are, refused to admit to it until the damage has been done. While Kiyoomi is the one that refuses to allow anyone into his physical bubble, you, in turn, is the one that struggles to show emotional vulnerability, even if you needed to. This alone had caused a lot of friction between the both of you, yet you had left it untreated simply because neither of you had the courage to cross the line that separates you the most.
While some people would argue that distance would only make the heart grow fonder, Sakusa Kiyoomi wholeheartedly disagrees.
How could he agree when it was the same distance that now drove a wedge between the both of you, with the indefinite promise of reunion floating in the wind idly?
And when he’d signed the contract with MSBY Black Jackals without much hesitation, the distance only grew even larger as Kiyoomi packed his belongings and hopped on the first flight out to Osaka, leaving what little pieces pieces of his heart in his empty apartment behind. He reminded himself that it was better if he gave you the space you desired - it was not - and that you’d be fine because you’ll always be fine - you were not - so he left.
In hindsight, it was a terrible decision.
To leave you when you needed him, not signing with the Jackals, he repeated.
Komori calls him every Saturday morning to remind him, after all.
The way he ended things with you was less than pleasant, but he was also only seventeen and ignorant. Ignorant of feelings, and disregarding of yours.
You had always tried to communicate through light touches - he misses them - be it linking your pinkie finger with his when they brush past each other as he walks you home after practice, or the way he could feel you smile through the fabric of his shirt when he doesn’t recoil immediately when you hug him, and he wonders if you ever understood him through his eyes. He used to think that you did, but perhaps he was arrogant for assuming such, as the flinch you’d given him when those words left his lips were so foreign, and filled with even more hurt.
Perhaps there had always been a distance that neither of you could see.
He was only ten steps away from you when he met you again for the first time in five years, less, if he were to take larger strides. But unlike the last time he saw you, he harbored no nervousness; because unlike last time, you no longer looked at him like he was a stranger.
Five steps.
He could almost hear the sound of his own heartbeat thundering against his chest, and he swore that if he were to attempt to speak, his heart would jump itself out of his body, so he didn’t speak.
Four steps.
You held your gaze with his, unwavering, and wonders if his eyes have always held so many emotions at the same time. They seem to jump from uncertainty to hesitation, but you eventually found the one emotion that you’d been searching for since middle school, so you smiled, satisfied.
Three steps.
His palms felt sweaty, but he welcomes it, his finger twitching as if searching for the familiar warmth he’d grown accustomed to.
Two steps.
You resisted the urge to take the last step yourself, so you kept your feet planted where they are, although it didn’t stop you from turning the ring that sat on the ring finger of your left hand, a comforting gesture that you weren’t sure you’ll ever be able to shake off.
One step.
He reached out to cup your face with his hands delicately, as if afraid that you’d suddenly vanish right in front of his eyes, but you remained as you are, and he lets out an involuntary sigh of relief, one that you laughed airily at.
“Welcome home, Kiyoomi.”
Maybe what we’d perceived to be distant never really is, and all we needed was a little bit of courage to close the distance between us.
#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyuu fic#haikyuu sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa kiyoomi x#sakusa kyoomi x reader#sakusa x reader#sakusa kiyoomi#haikyuu sakusa#hq sakusa#msby sakusa#sakusa x you#sakusa x y/n#haikyuu x self insert#haikyuu x reader#haikyu#haikyu x reader#sakusa fic#x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x
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🎓 When you’re crying at his graduation 🎓
➛ It’s bittersweet. Being happy for his new achievement in life, but this also means life would feel a little more lonely without him next to you.
notes: This was supposed to be for this request. I made a switched roles version where the reader graduates hehe. Anon, I hope you see this one || mostly angst, fluff
[ reader x ]: tsukishima. semi. bokuto.
➛ tsukishima ࿐ྂ *ೃ༄
"Will you stop crying?" the tall, blonde graduate says with a frown.
The ground was littered with confetti which once filled the floral-scented air. Familiar faces around you had already shared their congratulations and greetings with the Karasuno graduates.
You’re in front of him, offering a handmade gift in your hand. All your composure was lost once your eyes met his. Tears welled up, and your hands started to tremble. Especially seeing him up close in his graduation outfit. A reminder that you won’t be seeing each other often anymore.
Tsukki would be busy with his new internship which means less study sessions. No more hanging out between breaks or sharing pieces of your lunch.
He had already taken off his cap, his long locks are messy. Being with Tsukki this long, you knew his question wasn’t out of annoyance. Only his close friends would see the slight concern washing over his eyes. The truth is if you continued to cry, he wouldn’t be able to hold in his own tears.
But it was hard to stop as you brought a hand up to your face, lips quivering. With a grunt, Tsukki grabs you and pulls you closer into a hug.
“What’s wrong? Think I’m gonna leave you? Huh?” You shake your head, choking on incoherent words. “That’s right. I’m not going anywhere, dummy. Who else is gonna tutor you?” He bends his neck, placing a kiss to your forehead. “Can’t have you failing a test. Or even worse—not graduating.” He murmurs. Though, he believes you’re capable of doing great in school without his help.
Your fist tightens around his suit. Tears probably stained the front of his shirt, but he doesn’t care. “Promise?” you finally croak out. He grips your chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.
“I promise, baby.” His sweet tone is rare, but never insincere. As always, it makes your heart clench tightly and brings butterflies in your stomach. A warm feeling creeps up your cheeks while your lips are pulled to his, sealing his promise.
➛ semi ࿐ྂ *ೃ༄
The afternoon sunlight penetrates through the fluttering leaves and branches. A lonesome balloon decorated with words of congratulations is caught between tangled branches. Beneath the tree is where your boyfriend held you close to his chest as you both take in the aftermath of the senior’s graduation.
“Y/N.” he tenderly grazes his knuckles on your wet cheek.
You’ve been silently crying into his shirt. “Sorry,” you say with a sniff. He places a kiss on your cheek.
“It’s okay, baby. I know.” Flashbacks of your memories spent together under this very oak tree enter your mind. The place you’d share your secrets with one another, eventually, your feelings. It became your signature spot. But things won’t be the same now that he’s off to pursue his dreams that he once told you and no one else about. You’re proud of him, but a selfish part of you doesn’t want to see him go.
“3 years…is a long time.”
“It is…” he replies, tears pricking his eyes. He wishes he could just take you with him. However, you have your own aspirations, too. “But I’m calling you everyday. I promise.” Semi takes out a box from his pocket. You gasp as he opens it, revealing two matching silver rings. Promise rings.
The stars in your eyes tell him all he needs to know and he slips one of the rings onto your finger. He places a kiss on top of it as a way to seal his promise.
“I love you,” he whispers, leaning in. You place your hand with the ring on his cheek, lips melding with his. You murmur the same words which is muffled by his kisses, but he already knows.
( + he’d play around with his ring, whenever he gets nervous. it reminds him of you and the thought of you calms his nerves 🥺 boy is counting the DAYS before he gets to see you again <3 )
➛ bokuto ࿐ྂ *ೃ༄
The day was coming to an end. Half of the people already left. Bokuto’s hand is still holding on to yours. He hadn’t let go ever since you gave him a tearful hug, giving him the biggest ‘congrats’ and kisses. Of course, he’d let go of your hand when his friends and family spoke to him, but he made sure to return to you straight away. As if he’s making sure he spends the rest of his time with you before going off to college.
You remember him jumping with glee, hugging everyone on sight, even his sister’s dog when he read the acceptance letter. Everyday was filled with excitement and plans for his college life until it was graduation day. He felt less ecstatic, realizing that you won’t be joining him.
“Hmmph. I’m gonna miss you, baby.” He pouts, wrapping his arms around you.
“Hey, I’ll be attending that school soon! Don’t you be too sad okay, my love?” He nods, pout still visible. You can’t help but give him a kiss and it definitely soothes him a little.
“Remind me to call you everyday.” You nod, but in all honesty, he doesn’t need a reminder. He’s definitely sending you what he has for breakfast; or showing you something cool he saw on the foreign streets. Or facetiming you each night to chat abt his day, or to stay up cramming his exams while your dozing off asleep on the other end.
Tears that you tried so hard to fight start to fall. Bokuto hears you sniff and he immediately pulls away to look at your face.
“Y/n?” he says, sounding concerned. Something about the way he says your name brings you more tears. “Baby? Don’t cry. You’ll make me cry, too.” His voice already sounds quite broken, on the brink of tears.
“I’m proud of you, Ko, but I’m gonna miss you so much.” You sniff, holding him closely. Your face hides in his shirt.
His heart can’t take it. Tears run down his cheeks as he hugs you closer, placing numerous kisses behind your ear. “I’m gonna miss you, too.”
Bokuto has his arm wrapped tightly around you for quite a while now. When you attempt to pull away, he whines.
“NoOo, not yet.”
“Alright, Ko.” Not fighting back, you allow him to hold you a little longer. Truthfully, you didn’t want to let go, either.
#me finishing this really late pretend i posted this two months ago >.<#🍙—reader inserts#🥪—requests#tsukishima kei x reader#tsukishima x reader#semi x reader#semi eita x reader#bokuto x reader#bokuto koutarou x reader#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu x reader#also that news of CANON bokuto going to uni before he goes to msby!!
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up on tokio hill (msby bj)
synopsis: your days as japan's top vtuber are over after a spicy scandal. with your contract terminated (and lease expiring), you decide to leave the past behind and relocate to osaka. located in the quiet suburbs of tokio hill, you move into a share house owned by your uncle, under the impression that your fellow tenants are unassuming and withdrawn like you. unbeknownst to you, four famous athletes are living under one roof. and with you in the picture, this makes five.
multi-chapter series ft. msby bj and other hq!! characters (social media + writing)
slice of life, shoujo-genre ish, the boys always get into questionable situations
masterlist.
prologue
ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)
#haikyuu#haikyuu x femreader#haikyuu fem reader insert#haikyuu msby bj#msby x reader#msby fanfic#haikyuu fanfic series#haikyuu fanfic#haikyuu msby series#haikyuu up on tokio hill#up on tokio hill#haikyuu fanfic up on tokio hill#sakusa kiyoomi#hinata shouyou#miya atsumu#bokuto koutarou#suna rintarou
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𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙆𝙏𝙊𝘽𝙀𝙍 '𝟮𝟮 ; 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝘼𝙏𝙎𝙐𝙈𝙐 [SEMI-PUBLIC + CLOTHED SEX]
jealous atsumu when someone won’t take no for a answer for yous lot tbh i rushe dthis o balls
warnings ;; possible mild language, jealousy, jealous sex, semi-public sex, clothed sex (sort of), humiliation and slight degradation, rough-ish sex, atsumu is vulgar in this i apologize etc
by qtipcottonbuds 2022. do not repost.
𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗠𝗨 𝗫 𝗚𝗡!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥;
“C’mon, answer it. Wouldn’t wanna keep him waitin,’ sweetheart, would ya?”
The mobile phone continues to buzz atop the bedside table, vibrating against the wood; and it’s irritating, grating at his ears, but more than anything, the bright screen flashing intermittently with both the number, and their name, is what gets Atsumu the most. Always ringing near enough to every hour of everyday - you were too soft, too sweet, brushing them off gently - you didn’t want any confrontation. But, Atsumu knew, he knew first hand their intentions.
It was far from innocent.
Keening into his hand, muffling your whines, you insistently shake your head back at him - maybe if he was in your position, Atsumu would consider responding in the same manner you just had. Resisting initially, and attempting to shrug his palm firmly situated across your lips off to stop him; it was adorable, the eagerness of your will to fight back, to push him off. Yet, only to relax in the said hold, complacent and pliable with each roll of his hips, slow and methodical, sinking deeper, kissing your insides. A perverse pacifier.
(People aren’t kind, and Atsumu is far from kind).
“Well, if you ain’t gonna do it, I’ll do it for ya.”
Leaning downwards and grasping onto the mobile, Atsumu swipes across the call button allowing it to connect; a smile, plastered with ill-intent, on his lips. His gaze is heavy, holding your own, and he can tell you hate it. The helplessness, the fear - a restrained pleading to stop - if anything, it was fueling the fire further.
“So, yer the so-called colleague, yeah? Workin’ with them on that project,'' a hum, masked with civility, “What’s with the confusion, m’sure ya know who I am, right? Most people do, when they listen. Are ya any good at listenin?’ Takin’ in information?”
Easing his grasp across your mouth, patting the side of your cheek affectionately, Atsumu rolls his hips yet again, languidly, the fat glans of his cock angling in such a way you abruptly arch up into the touch, your thighs parting wider, almost eagerly.
“Good, good. I like t’hear that. Love it when people listen, ya’know, makes ya feel heard. Seen. Anyway; I know all about ya. My sweetheart, pretty thing, too nice, too soft - just can’t be mean - but, I can. They told me everythin’. Askin’ ‘em for a date, not leavin’ ‘em alone, even when they said no. That they’ve got a boyfriend. Ya’know what no means, don’t ya?”
Sliding in with an audible squelch, he continues, tutting at the whine you let out.
“Y’wanna know why they were takin’ so long to respond, why they weren’t pickin’ up? ‘Cause we were fuckin,’” the audible spluttering on the other end of the receiver has Atsumu questioning how long he can maintain this facade, playing civil, when he’d rather lay them flat out cold, “I bet, you’ve thought about fuckin’ em too. Haven’t you? Creamin’ yourself over the thought of it, doing sappy shit. I can’t blame ya, I’m the same; but the difference is, I’m the one actually doing it - ya wanna hear it? A little ASMR for ya.”
Thumbing across the circular icon of the ‘speaker’ button, he repositions the mobile directly above the base of his cock, coated in a creamy ring, before dragging his cock back out, resting at the fat slit with a squelch!
Atsumu goes to respond, a petty remark on his lips, but the dial tone that cuts through the line confirms everything.
“I fuckin’ thought as much. Now, where were we, sweetheart?”
#kinktober#kinktober 2022#kinktober with qtipcottonbuds#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#msby jackals#atsumu miya#atsumu smut#gender neutral character#gender neutral reader#gender neutral y/n#gender neutral insert#atsumu x gender neutral reader#atsumu x reader#atsumu x male reader#atsumu x female reader
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Hi i just discovered your blog and your writing is so amazing and fluffy! I'm not sure if you're taking requests right now but if you do can i request a cute scenario where kageyama+hoshiumi and atsumu+hinata (not as couples btw they all have their own spouses) team up to dress their babies in their respective jerseys and organize a mini competion like see whose kid crawl faster or something like that lol. If that's too chaotic you can just do kageyama and hinata because i know they'd absolutely compete with their kids while their spouses are shaking their heads lovingly in the background 😂
MSBY Jackals against Adlers. Baby edition 🍼
- Atsumu Miya x Reader | Kageyama Tobio x Reader | Hoshiumi Kourai x Reader | Hinata Shoyo x Reader. Implied: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader | Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader
Plot: The guys put their kids in a mini race against one anothers, in mini t-shirt versions of their teams.
- SFW
a/n: hiiiiii @leuyen2004 !!!! so sorry for the late response! I absolutely adored your request!!! One of the most wholesome ones I've ever gotten 🥺🥺🥺♥️ I hope you like it!!! and thank you much for your words, you're so sweet!!
Love,
Willow ☀️
(Requests are currently closed, but I'll let you know as soon as they open ☀️)
This is it. Finally, the most important and decisive match against the Addlers and the MSBY Jackals.
One that could change sport's history.
"Alright, let's do this!" Atsumu yells, and places his kid on the ground. The little toddler of only two years looks around, at the other babies that form a perfect — for now, at least— line, and then proceeds to stick his entire left fist on his mouth "No don't do that" Atsumu says, squatting down beside him "Don't eat your hand. It's match time!"
"That's because his teeth are coming out" Kageyama explains, looking smug. His own kid looks at him curiously, before leaning his little head full of dark hair against his leg, clearly in search of a quick nap "My son has all his teeth out already"
Hinata snorts and blows a raspberry at his former teammate, now on a rival team "What's your kid? A shark? That can't be!"
"Shut up you know nothing!" Kageyama yells.
"I literally have a little girl of my own! What are you talking about?" Hinata says, rolling his eyes and rocking his little girl back and forth "Right, princess?"
"Alright, let's do this!" Hoshiumi finally snaps, clapping his hands. His little girl on the ground looks ready to start crawling, and Hoshiumi actually has to stop her from starting to move "Or are you all really that scared of my girl?"
"Fine, fine" Atsumu nods "Come on!"
🍼 When Hoshiumi finally gives the signal, only his little girl moves. A small, little bolt of energy with a puff of white hair on top of her little head. She starts crawling forward with all her might, only to stop short, look back at his father, and automatically turn back around.
🍼 They all decide it's best to use something that can motivate the babies to crawl forward, and so go looking for their toys.
🍼 All the babies are, of course, dressed in miniature versions of their teams shirts.
🍼 Once the toys are in place, the parents get their kids in position again.
🍼 When Hoshiumi gives the signal this time, all the babies start moving forward, except Kageyama's boy, who's already sleeping against his father's leg.
🍼 "Hah! Your kid is so gonna lose!" Hinata screams, pointing at the sleeping toddler, and the clapping at his little girl "You go princess!"
🍼 "Shut up you stupid idiot!" Kageyama yells back, bending down "You're gonna wake him up!" then he gently picks up his kid, moving his head so it can rest on his shoulder "Hey, are you that tired? Maybe I should take you to your mom..."
🍼 Atsumu's boy suddenly stops in the middle of the mini race, and looks back at his father, just as Hoshiumi's girl had done before. Suddenly finding himself too far away from him, his eyes fill with tears and he starts crying uncontrollably.
🍼 Atsumu tries to encourage him to keep crawling forward, suddenly panicking a bit.
"Don't cry! Don't cry!" he says, slowly walking towards his kid.
"It doesn't counts if you help him move!" Hoshiumi tells him, keeping a close eye to his girl "Come on! Let's beat this guys!"
Atsumu kisses his little boy cheeks and ruffles his hair, trying to calm him down a bit "Come on, come on, please stop cryin'. Your mom will kill me if she sees you cryin'"
"Maybe he's hungry" Hinata pipes up, making Kageyama snort.
"Hey, go feed your kid or something"
🍼Both Hinata and Hoshiumi's girls are the only ones that keep pushing forward by then, on a clear intent to reach their favorite plushies, while both dads cheer them on excitedly, hoping to bring victory home for their team.
🍼 It's a close race, with Hinata's baby girl giggling as she moves, and Hoshiumi's daughter crawling forward with the same energy his father always has.
🍼 Then, when they're almost about to reach their respective toys, a side door opens, and both Ushijima and Kiyoomi emerge from it, making the toddlers stop short.
🍼 "What is this?" Ushijima asks, looking down at the babies, and then at the parents.
Kiyoomi makes a face behind him "You shouldn't let your kids crawl on the floor. What kind of parents are you?"
"Ignore them, baby girl!" Hoshiumi yells "Go get that teddy bear!"
🍼 But it's in vain, as both girls start crawling again, but this time towards the two men that just entered the room. Ushijima looks at them with the curiosity of someone who still doesn't has kids, while Kiyoomi slowly retreats back.
"I have a child too" he says, trying to keep his facemask in place "I shouldn't be getting near other kids, so I don't get their germs and infect mine"
"What the hell is your problem?" Kageyama angrily whispers "My child doesn't have any germs!"
🍼 Both babies end up being picked by Ushijima, and the race ends with no winners whatsoever.
"Babies are...interesting" Ushijima says, juggling one on each arm. "And this small t-shirts of our teams..."
"Aren't they so cute?" Atsumu asks, having finally managed to calm his baby "Mine is the cutest tho, of course. But still"
🍼 At the end, the mini match didn't had any winners, but it might have served to convince Ushijima to try and have his own child.
#atsumu miya x reader#hoshiumi x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#sakusa kiyoomi x reader#atsumu miya#hoshiumi kourai#hinata shoyo#kageyama tobio#sakusa kiyoomi#ushijima wakatoshi#msby jackals#schweiden adlers#haikyuu!!#msby atsumu#msby hinata#adler ushijima#msby sakusa#haikyuu reader insert
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HIII I love ur story "TRYING" I have some few suggestion for ur next story Can u do sakusa kiyoomi pure angst with gender neutral reader? Like when the reader confess to sakusa but he rejects her and he regretted it so muchh
✐REJECTION❦ - Sakusa Kiyoomi x Gender Neutral Reader
TW: crying, pure angst , gender neutral reader, may not be same to kiyoomi sakusa's background story on Anime/Manga
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author's note: hellooo my vamp!! I'm thankful that you like my previous story I'm a little bit confused because you said gender neutral yet you addressed them as her but anyway I'll just stick to they/them hope that's ok to you
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You and Kiyoomi Sakusa knows each other since you guys are 5, Kiyoomi always has a soft side for you and you always thought that he doesn't like you the same way as you like him
Your bucketlist
Go skydiving
Climb a tree
Give friends a hand written letters
Have a tattoo
Get drunk
Confess to the one and only kiyoomi Sakusa
Your point of view
"Oomi!!!" I scream running towards sakusa
"don't be to loud, what is it huh?" he looks at me teasingly
"umm well.. Can you help me with something?.." I asked looking down
"what, do you got in trouble again?" he said as I can feel his teasing smirk under his mask
"noooo, ok so.. I have a buckelist, but!! I will only tell you!! You cannot see or even touch this paper okay?!!and we need to do all of it as soon as possibleeee" I said looking at him happily
"and why do I need to be involved?" he ask putting a hand on the side of his torso
"because. Now quiet and let's just do it. You have nothing to do this months anyway" I said raising one of my eyebrow
"*sigh* fine.." he said as he gave up
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The Skydive:
"Ohhh I'm exciteddd!!" I screamed, adrenaline coursing through my veins as I looked out at the vast expanse below.
Kiyoomi, beside me, rolled his eyes behind his mask. "You better not pass out or throw up" he muttered.
I chuckled nervously. "Don't worry, I've got this." As we jumped, the sensation of freefall overwhelmed me, the wind rushing past, and for a moment, I forgot all my worries. Kiyoomi's composed expression, even in this thrilling moment, made my heart race.
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Climbing a tree
The following weekend, we found ourselves in a lush forest. "Alright, which tree should we conquer?" I grinned at Kiyoomi.
He pointed to a massive oak tree. "That one."
I looked at him incredulously. "Seriously? It's huge!
He smirked, taking a step towards it. "Scared?"
I shook my head determinedly. "No way." We clambered up the tree, branches swaying beneath our weight. At the top, we were treated to a breathtaking view. I glanced at Kiyoomi, his usually calm expression replaced with something like wonder.
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Handwritten Letters:
Over the next few weeks, we spent time writing heartfelt letters to our friends. Kiyoomi's words were concise but carried a depth that surprised me. As he sealed his envelope, I couldn't help but feel a newfound connection between us.
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Getting a Tattoo:
Sitting in the tattoo parlor, I held Kiyoomi's hand tightly. The sensation of the needle was more bearable than I expected, and his presence kept my nerves at bay. He watched the process intently, his fingers occasionally twitching as if he wanted to reach out and touch me.
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Getting Drunk:
At a small party, I held up a shot glass and grinned at Kiyoomi. "Cheers!"
He raised an eyebrow. "You sure about this?"
I nodded confidently, taking the shot. We laughed, shared stories, and danced without a care in the world. As the night wore on, I noticed Kiyoomi's guard slowly coming down, revealing a side of him I hadn't seen before.
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Confession to Sakusa:
Your Point of View
The moment has arrived. You've been carrying this weight for so long, and now it's time to let it out. You've watched him from afar, admired his determination, and fallen for the way his eyes light up when he's genuinely happy.
"Kiyoomi" you start, your voice a touch shaky, "there's something I need to tell you."
He looks at you, his attention fully focused. "Go ahead."
Taking a deep breath, you meet his gaze. "I... I care about you. More than I can put into words. You've been a constant presence in my life, and my feelings for you have grown so much. I don't expect anything in return, but I wanted you to know."
His eyes search yours, his expression unreadable. Your heart races as you await his response, desperately hoping he'll feel the same way.
"I appreciate our friendship" he said quite unsurely, "but I need to be honest. I've seen your feelings, and I can't reciprocate them in the same way."
Your breath hitches, and you struggle to keep your emotions in check. "Oh... I understand."
"I hope you do" he says, his tone still gentle. "I want us to continue being friends, but I don't want to give you false hope. It wouldn't be fair to either of us."
Tears blur your vision, but you manage a nod. "Thank you for being upfront with me."
Sakusa's point of view
Her gaze is a mix of disappointment and sadness, and it's a painful sight to bear. I've hurt them, but it's the right thing to do... I can't force feelings that aren't there... Or so I thought.
I reach out to wipe away a tear that escapes their eye. "I care about you, Y/N. And I hope this doesn't change our friendship."
They manages a weak smile. "It won't... I promise."
The atmosphere is heavy with unspoken words, regrets, and a sorrowful understanding. In that moment, I wish I could take away their pain.
Third's person point of view
Kiyoomi reluctantly agrees to help you with your bucket list, not quite comprehending the urgency behind your requests. With each adventure you embark on, your bond with him deepens. You notice his expressions soften when he sees the sheer joy in your eyes as you conquer each item on your list.
As time goes on, he begins to understand your quiet strength and determination. The two of you spend countless hours together, talking about life, your dreams, and everything in between. Gradually, Kiyoomi's perception of you shifts from just another friend to a genuine connection.
However, as you both grow closer, your health starts to deteriorate more rapidly. You begin to skip some days due to exhaustion, worrying Kiyoomi and causing him to research your illness privately. One day, while you're resting, he stumbles upon your bucket list. It's then that the truth dawns on him—the real reason behind your urgency... Your cancer...
The thought of the world without you in it... He finally realizes something...
Your Point of View
"Hey" Kiyoomi's voice is unusually gentle as he sits beside you, "I want to talk."
You manage a small smile, feeling tired but comforted by his presence. "Sure, what's up?"
"I found your bucket list" he admits, his gaze sincere yet pained.
Your heart skips a beat. "Oh… I didn't mean for you to see that."
He takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "You should have told me, Y/N." as he said that, tears starts falling out of his eyes.
You look into his eyes, seeing a mix of regret and longing. "I didn't want you to treat me differently."
"I already treat you differently" he says softly, "because you mean more to me than anyone else. I'm such a coward to realize."
Sakusa's point of view
Seeing their fragile smile breaks something inside me. I should have realized sooner—the way they held on to each moment, their urgency to create memories. I've been so blind, so dismissive of their feelings.
My grip tightens on their hand. "I regret not being there for you when you needed someone."
Tears fill their eyes, and I can't stand to see them in pain. "Kiyoomi, it's okay. I didn't tell you because I wanted our time together to be genuine."
I bring their hand to my lips, placing a soft kiss on their knuckles. "Let's make every moment count, then."
Third person's point of view
Together, you continue ticking items off your list, cherishing the time you have left. And one day, as you gaze at the sky after fulfilling the final item again—confessing to Kiyoomi—he whispers words you've longed to hear: "I love you."
In the final moments, as the weight of inevitability settles around you, you find the strength to reach out one last time.
With a mixture of vulnerability and determination, you draw Kiyoomi close, his presence a bittersweet comfort.
In that heart-wrenching instant, as the world seems to hold its breath, your lips meet in a kiss that transcends time itself.
It's a kiss that carries the weight of all the unspoken words, the shared moments, the emotions that have woven themselves between you.
In that lingering connection, it's as if time stretches and condenses simultaneously, a perfect encapsulation of everything you've been through. And then, with a whisper, you release him—a kiss that felt like forever, a connection that will forever echo in the spaces between heartbeats.
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"Sometimes, clarity dawns in the shadow of absence, and only then do we truly recognize the worth of what we had, once it's no longer within our grasp." - Author Zara
Should I make an alternative ending? A fluff one? Let me know and I'll be glad to make one for you vamps😚
Feel free to ask, my vamps
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Maybe we were meant to be after all
tw: enemies to friends to lovers, marriage, a bit of angst, family issues.
notes: please tell me if I forgot something but nonetheless this is me trying to write a sad scenario which is totally cringe but hey, imaginations! also lowercase intended! <3
maybe you guys were meant to be after all. sakusa never thought that he would end up with you. but hey, life is full of surprises. his younger self would be disgusted with his current self right now. after all you guys hated each other when you guys were younger. competing in different categories, just to prove one's point. well, truthfully, everything was fair. you two would always end up with fair scores. not that it was special or anything, it meant nothing really but it was more of a "you lose, i win this competition" fight. he hated the way you would accomplish something far more better than him before. he hated how you could be nonchalant and lowkey about life. he hated everything about you. hated, past tense. that was all over the moment he found you crying in your dorm. you looked so vulnerable, so so vulnerable. he tried to help you and found out that you had issues with your family. who wouldn't cry under all those pressure? who wouldn't cry when your highest achievements were nothing to your family? who wouldn't be disappointed when they treat your siblings the way you wanted to be treated? it's disappointing. when he found out, he felt more guilty than ever. you guys competed for high grades, but it was always something more. it was you trying to prove to your family that you were far more better than your siblings which weren't acknowledged at all. it was you trying to fight your way everyday to be acknowledged even once. it was all that. so maybe that's why you're always disappointed with yourself when your grade is not perfect. even if it was a two point mistake. it was why you always wanted things to be perfect. he understands now. sakusa understands now. so he tried his best and became friends with you. which turned out to something more. after all why would you be walking down the aisle right now if you guys weren't meant to be. maybe you guys were meant to be after all in the end.
© Astaaaaa. Please do not steal my works or plots. This is a work of fiction and is not associated with the real anime/manga/manhwa plot. If anyone has done this before please tag me! Thank you very much! Reblogs are appreciated and thank you very much for reading!
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Styling hair!
Dad!Sakusa x Parent!Reader
This came from an idea me and my lovely mutual @etherealcutefairy had when we talked about Sakusa styling his girls’ hair!!
Part two!!
You and Sakusa had two daughters. Both little angels in the words of everyone who knew the girls. On bring your kid to work days(idk if those are even real😭) the girls would hide behind either one of your legs their big round eyes looking up to your coworkers shyly as their little pigtails full of curly black hair just like their fathers swished from side to side as they’d nervously shift their weight from one foot to the other.
Kiyoomi’s precious little angels, none of his colleagues ever expected him to have kids, nonetheless two little girls that he absolutely adores and his eyes shine everytime they ask him to grab them something from their little bag he brought with them.
All of Kiyoomi’s teammates crowd around him when he walks in with his girls hiding behind his legs, sure the rest of them had broughten their kids too but how did they not know about his family??? Well for starters it’s because he’s quite the private guy, and it wasn’t exceptionally difficult to hide the girls as they were already naturally reserved kids.
“Oh my god their precious” Atsumu mutters to Hinata who nods alongside him as Atsumu’s son nervously waved at the girls who give him a small wave back smiling slightly as they see Bokuto’s daughter like her head out from beside his leg eyes widening at the sight of the two.
“Your hair is pretty!” She says excitedly immediately startling the girls, “does your mommy do your hair?” She asks innocently, “my mommy does my hair!” Bokuto gently placed his hand on his daughter’s shoulder a silent signal asking her to reel in her energy and she notices that she may have frightened the two with her personality and immediately grabs onto her dad’s pant leg trying to hide herself.
“Our daddy does our hair.” One of the girls says still hiding slightly behind Kiyoomi but not as much anymore but everyone can see her death grip on her sisters hand and even tighter hold on Sakusa’s shorts.
“Kiyoomi you do their hair?” Shoyo asks surprised
Kiyoomi hums lightly telling them all that him and the girls share a similar if not identical hair type making it easier for him to care for their hair, not that you never did they just liked running to their dad with the hair brush because it meant they could watch cartoons while he did their hair in the living room, while if you did it they were less likely to see cartoons just because of where you style their hair at(idk like the bathroom after they get out the tub or something!).
If anyone is interested I have a prompt list! No one’s requested yet so they’re all available!
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𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 ✯ 𝐀.𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚
"𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝"
PAIRING. Miya Atsumu x f!Reader
CONTENT. Angst, ADULTERY, unrequited love, childhood friends to NOT lovers.
A complex and emotionally charged story that revolves around the intertwined lives of Y/N and Atsumu and their affair
WC. 4.3k
A/N. Okay I'm going to put it straight. Y/N is dependant on Atsumu which makes it why she appears so 'weak' or wtv. Atsumu doesn't love Y/N, kind of explained in the story which is why this one is super long. This is probably one of my deep deep one shots and there's reasons for their actions. Not defending cheating and I've said it before, this is going to be a deep one. Also its heavily inspired by Takumi and Reira's relationship.
Masterlink - Songs Unwritten
The soft rays of the morning sun bathed the small coastal town where Y/N and Atsumu grew up together. The sound of crashing waves served as the backdrop to the story of two childhood friends who shared an unbreakable bond that even fate couldn't sever.
Y/N and Atsumu had been inseparable since they were little, finding solace in each other's company. Atsumu's childhood was marked by tragedy when he lost his mother at a tender age. Grief weighed heavy on his young heart, and he faced a rough path ahead. But amid the darkness, Y/N stood like a beacon of light, guiding him through the shadows.
When the news first broke of his mother, she found him sitting alone on the beach they had spent countless hours playing as children. The usually lively and energetic boy seemed like a mere shadow of himself, lost in the depths of grief. Y/N approached him quietly, her heart aching at the sight of her dear friend in pain.
"Atsumu," she whispered, her voice filled with gentle concern.
Atsumu looked up, his tear-streaked face meeting her worried gaze. He didn't say anything, but the unspoken anguish in his eyes told Y/N everything she needed to know.
Without a word, she sat down beside him, wrapping her arms around him in a comforting embrace. She didn't try to offer empty words of consolation; she knew that nothing she said could take away the pain he felt. Instead, she simply held him close, allowing him to lean on her for support.
As the waves crashed against the shore, Y/N stayed by his side, offering him the solace he desperately needed. Time seemed to lose its meaning as they sat there, the world around them fading into insignificance. Y/N understood the power of silent companionship, and she was determined to be there for him in his darkest hour.
"It hurts so much, Y/N," Atsumu finally choked out, his voice breaking with emotion.
"I know," Y/N replied, her voice equally choked with emotion. "I can't take away your pain, Atsumu, but I promise you won't have to face it alone."
Atsumu looked at her, gratitude mingling with sorrow in his eyes. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."
"You don't have to worry about that," Y/N said, her voice firm with conviction. "I'll be here for you, no matter what. We've always been there for each other, right?"
Atsumu nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, we have."
In the days that followed, Y/N kept true to her word. She stayed by Atsumu's side, offering him a shoulder to lean on and a listening ear whenever he needed it. She helped him make funeral arrangements and stood with him as he bid his final farewell to his mother.
Through it all, Y/N remained a pillar of strength for Atsumu, guiding him through the storm of emotions that threatened to overwhelm him. She reminded him of the happy memories they had shared, and together, they found solace in the knowledge that his mother's love would always be with him.
As time passed, Atsumu's wounds began to heal, but the memory of his mother remained etched in his heart. And through it all, Y/N continued to be his rock, the one constant presence in his life, just as she had been since their childhood.
Their bond grew even stronger, cemented by the trials they had faced together. Atsumu knew that he could always count on Y/N, and she knew that her place in his life was irreplaceable.
From their earliest memories, Y/N had been the pure entity in Atsumu's life. She possessed a quiet strength that calmed the storm in his heart. The two of them spent countless hours playing on the beach, building sandcastles and chasing seagulls. But as they grew older, Atsumu's shared passion for volleyball became the center of their universe.
Atsumu discovered his love for the sport during his elementary school years, and Y/N became his muse and inspiration. Because of that, Atsumu soared to new heights, earning a spot in the national team and eventually securing a place in the pro Olympic team.
Throughout their journey in the world of volleyball, Y/N stood by Atsumu's side, managing every aspect of his career. Her unwavering support and dedication were unparalleled. She managed his schedules, arranged training sessions, and took care of all the logistical details, allowing Atsumu to focus solely on his game.
As the years passed, Y/N’s admiration for Atsumu grew deeper, but in the pursuit of their dreams, the world presented them with a harsh reality when Atsumu’s one night stand, Emi, was pregnant.
Atsumu's heart felt like an impenetrable fortress as he delivered the news to Y/N. He revealed Emi's pregnancy with a cold detachment that left Y/N reeling. She had always hoped for a different outcome, but the reality was far from her dreams.
"Y/N, I wanted you to know that Emi is pregnant," Atsumu said flatly, his gaze avoiding her eyes.
Y/N's heart sank, and she struggled to keep her composure. "Oh, I see."
Atsumu continued, his voice void of emotion. "We've decided to get married to avoid any potential scandal. It's the right thing to do."
She tried to hide her hurt, burying her feelings deep within. "I understand, Atsumu. It's important to consider what's best for everyone involved."
But her heart was breaking, knowing that Atsumu didn't care for her the way she cared for him. He saw their night together as a mere blip in the grand scheme of things, while she held onto it like a precious memory she couldn't let go of.
As the days passed, Y/N watched Atsumu prepare for his impending marriage with a heavy heart. She couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal, knowing that he was marrying someone he didn't truly love, while her love for him remained unrequited.
One evening, as the sun set over the horizon, Y/N found herself seeking solace in their favorite spot on the beach. Atsumu found her there, his face expressionless as he approached.
"Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of concern.
She forced a smile, masking her true emotions. "I'm fine, Atsumu. Just thinking about everything."
Atsumu sat down beside her, the distance between them feeling vast and insurmountable. "I know this isn't easy for you, and I'm sorry for that."
Her heart clenched at his words, knowing that he was apologizing out of obligation rather than genuine concern. "It's not your fault, Atsumu. You have to do what's right for you and your family."
Atsumu looked away, seemingly unable to confront the reality of their situation. "I hope you'll still be there for me, Y/N. You've always been my rock."
Y/N fought back tears, her voice soft but resolute. "Of course, Atsumu. I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."
And in that moment, she knew that her love for him would never waver, even if his heart belonged to another. Y/N understood that she couldn't force him to feel something he didn't, but she also couldn't abandon the one person who had always been there for her.
As the waves crashed against the shore, Y/N found strength in knowing that she would continue to be Atsumu's source of comfort, even if he could never return her love.
He couldn't abandon Y/N, not after all she had done for him. His conscience struggled with the guilt of leaving her behind. Still, he couldn't deny the responsibility he held for Emi and the child growing inside her. The weight of responsibility bore down on him, and he decided to marry Emi, promising to care for her and their child.
Y/N, though heartbroken, put on a brave face and continued to support Atsumu as his friend. She knew he needed her now more than ever, and she refused to abandon him, just as he refused to abandon her. But deep inside, she couldn't help but hope that someday, he would see her as more than a friend and manager.
Y/N understood the complexity of their relationship. She knew Atsumu used her presence and affection to fill the void in his heart, but she couldn't bring herself to deny him. She loved him unconditionally, even if it meant being the second choice in his life.
One day, as Y/N was going through Atsumu's schedule and emails, she noticed a particular message that caught her eye. It was an invitation to Atsumu's wedding. Her heart sank as she read the words on the screen, and a mix of emotions overwhelmed her.
For a moment, she felt a wave of jealousy and heartbreak, knowing that the man she loved was about to marry someone else. But beneath those emotions, she also felt happiness for him, knowing that he had found love and a family of his own.
Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she closed the email. She couldn't bear to think of a life without Atsumu by her side, but she had always known that this day might come. He deserved happiness, even if it wasn't with her.
With a heavy heart, Y/N decided to confront Atsumu. She found him at the training facility, sweating and focused as he prepared for his next game. She took a deep breath, steadying herself for the conversation ahead.
"Atsumu," she called out, her voice tinged with both sadness and resolve.
He turned to her, a warm smile lighting up his face. "Hey, Y/N. What's up?"
Y/N tried to smile back, but the weight of her emotions made it difficult. "I saw the email," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Congratulations on your wedding."
Atsumu's expression softened, and he approached her, sensing the heaviness in her words. "Thank you, Y/N. I wanted to talk to you about it."
Y/N shook her head gently, not wanting to burden him with her feelings. "It's okay, Atsumu. I understand. You deserve to be happy."
His brow furrowed with concern, Atsumu reached out to cup her cheek. "Y/N, you mean the world to me. You know that, right? You've always been there for me, and I'll never forget that."
A single tear escaped Y/N's eye, and she leaned into his touch, savoring the comfort it brought. "I know, Atsumu. And I'll always be here for you, no matter what happens."
He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her close. "You're my rock, Y/N. I couldn't have achieved any of this without you."
As much as Y/N wanted to confess her feelings at that moment, she held back, not wanting to put any burden on Atsumu before his big day. She cherished the closeness they shared, even if it was tinged with a bittersweet ache.
The day of the wedding arrived, and Y/N stood at the back of the venue, watching as Atsumu and his bride exchanged vows. Her heart swelled with both joy and heartache as she witnessed the love between them. She couldn't help but wonder if she would ever find a love like that for herself.
Amid the celebrations, Y/N found herself stealing glances at Atsumu, his happiness radiating from him. He caught her eye at one point, and a soft smile played on his lips, as if he could sense her turmoil. It only deepened the ache in her heart.
The aftermath of Atsumu's wedding was a tumultuous time for Y/N. She tried to suppress her feelings for him, burying them deep within her heart while continuing to be the dedicated friend he relied on.
As time went by, Atsumu found it increasingly difficult to keep Y/N at a distance. She had been his sanctuary, his escape from the harsh realities of his troubled childhood. She was the one thing that made life bearable, the pure and soothing melody amidst the cacophony of his past.
But as he matured, he realized that he couldn't keep clinging to the illusion of Y/N as his saving grace. She was a person with her own desires, dreams, and emotions, not just a figure in his life to bring him comfort. He wanted her to be happy, but he struggled to face the reality that maybe he couldn't be the one to give her that happiness.
Atsumu tried to find his own path, embracing his passion for volleyball, pursuing a career as an Olympic athlete and now a married man. He discovered a purpose beyond just relying on Y/N, but deep down, he knew that her feelings for him hadn't disappeared.
Yet Y/N couldn't help but yearn for more from Atsumu. As they grew older, she wanted to be seen not just as his source of comfort but as a woman with her own identity. She wanted to share a genuine connection with him, beyond their childhood bond. Her love for him only intensified as she saw him flourish and succeed, but she also knew that she couldn't sacrifice her own desires and happiness for his sake.
One evening, as the sun set over the beach, Y/N and Atsumu sat side by side, the waves gently lapping at their feet. The atmosphere was calm, and the air was filled with a comfortable silence.
Y/N spoke softly, her eyes fixed on the horizon. "I'm happy for you, Atsumu. I really am. Emi is a wonderful woman, and I know she loves you deeply."
Atsumu smiled, his hand reaching out to pat her on her head, stroking it. "Thank you, Y/N. Your support means everything to me."
Y/N's voice was tinged with vulnerability as she finally mustered the courage to address the unspoken tension between them. "Atsumu, I need to talk to you about something important."
Atsumu's face remained impassive, his guard firmly in place. "Go ahead, Y/N."
Her heart sank but she pressed on, determined to bring their feelings to light. "I’ve been in love with you for so many years now. I don't think I can see you with another woman and live the life I wanted with you!"
Atsumu's eyes flickered, a distant look in his gaze. "Y/N, you're important to me, but you're overthinking things. We're friends, that's it."
Her heart shattered, but she refused to show weakness. "Friends... is that all you see me as, Atsumu?"
He sighed, as if her emotions were a burden he'd rather not carry. "I don't want to deal with this right now. Can we just drop it?"
Y/N bit her lip, holding back tears as she nodded. "Sure, Atsumu. We can drop it."
The silence that followed felt suffocating, filled with unspoken words and shattered dreams. Atsumu's distance was like a cold wall between them, and Y/N felt herself retreating further into her own world of unrequited love.
As the days passed, Atsumu remained aloof, avoiding any conversations that delved into their emotions. Y/N tried to maintain their friendship, but the pain of his indifference was becoming too much to bear.
One evening, as they found themselves alone after a volleyball game, Y/N couldn't contain her emotions any longer. "Atsumu, I can't keep pretending that everything's okay. You're so distant, and it hurts."
Atsumu glanced at her, his expression unchanged. "I have a lot on my plate right now. I can't deal with this emotional drama."
Her voice trembled, her pain slipping through her defenses. "It's not just drama, Atsumu. These are my feelings, and they matter."
He sighed, frustration creeping into his tone. "Look, Y/N, I don't know what you want me to say. I don't feel the same way, and I can't force myself to."
The weight of his words hung in the air, a painful admission of their mismatched feelings. Y/N felt like an intruder in her own heart, unwelcome and rejected.
As the distance between them grew, Y/N felt like she was losing the one person who had always been her anchor. She couldn't bear the coldness that had replaced the warmth of their friendship, but she didn't know how to bridge the gap between them.
In the depths of his heart, Atsumu knew that Y/N had fallen deeply in love with him. Her unwavering support and the sacrifices she made for him were undeniable signs of her feelings. He was aware that she longed for him to see her as more than just a friend, to acknowledge her as a woman, and to reciprocate the love she held for him.
Atsumu was no stranger to the fact that he was the reason for Y/N's dependence on him. He couldn't forget how she had been his haven during their tumultuous childhood, the one person who had believed in him when nobody else did. She had been his comfort, his refuge, and his muse for volleyball, unknowingly becoming the foundation upon which his life was built.
Guilt gnawed at him as he realized that he owed so much to Y/N. He felt an obligation that he couldn't just abandon her even after all the times she had been his guiding light. However, in his conflicted heart, he couldn't find the same depth of emotion for her that she had for him.
Every encounter with Y/N was tinged with a bittersweet sense of duty. He wanted to give her the experience of being seen as a woman, to make her feel desired and cherished, even if it was just for those stolen moments. But deep down, Atsumu couldn't deny that his heart belonged elsewhere, to a woman he was legally bound to and the child they were about to have.
He knew he couldn't deny the truth any longer – Y/N needed to be seen, loved, and cherished as the woman she was. The walls he had built around his heart began to crumble as he saw the pain in her eyes, and he knew that he couldn't keep her caged in the role he had assigned to her.
One night, after a particularly emotional game, Atsumu sought solace in Y/N's presence. They were alone in his hotel room, and he sat on the edge of the bed, exhaustion etched on his face.
Y/N approached him, concerned in her eyes. "Are you okay, Atsumu?"
He looked up at her, his guard lowered, and vulnerability shining through. "I'm just... tired, Y/N. Tired of pretending that I'm happy when I'm not."
Y/N sat beside him, offering her shoulder to lean on. "You don't have to pretend with me, Atsumu. I'm here for you, always."
Atsumu turned to her, his gaze intense. "You're the only one who truly understands me, Y/N. You're my comfort, my refuge."
Y/N's heart skipped a beat, but she swallowed the lump in her throat, not daring to reveal her own feelings just yet. "You mean a lot to me too, Atsumu. You always will."
The tension in the room was palpable, and for a moment, it seemed as though they might bridge the gap between friendship and something more.
Their guard slipped, and the boundaries between friendship and desire blurred. The passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long erupted, and they found solace in each other's arms.
In the heat of the moment, they forgot about the world outside, the consequences of their actions, and the pain that would inevitably follow. For a brief time, they shared an intimate connection, but it was far from what Y/N had hoped for. She yearned for more than a fleeting encounter; she longed for Atsumu's love and devotion.
Their affair was a complex dance of emotions, built on a foundation of dependence, gratitude, and unrequited love. Atsumu's actions were driven by a sense of indebtedness, while Y/N's heart was entangled in the love she couldn't help but feel for the man who had become her everything. The affair was born out of a desperate desire to give Y/N what she wanted, even if he couldn't offer her the love she deserved. Atsumu knew that he could provide her with fleeting moments of passion and physical closeness, even if it wouldn't heal the wounds of her unrequited love.
With the weight of their emotions pressing upon them, they gave in to temptation, having an affair that only heightened the complexity of their relationship. Atsumu grappled with guilt and confusion, knowing that he couldn't offer Y/N the love she deserved. Their connection was intense, but it lacked the depth she craved.
When Y/N finally woke up fully, she found herself alone in the hotel room. Atsumu was gone, leaving behind only the faint traces of their fleeting intimacy. The reality of the situation hit her like a tidal wave, and the weight of her unrequited love settled heavily upon her heart.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that nothing had changed between them. Their night together had been a momentary escape, but it hadn't altered Atsumu's feelings for her. He had sought comfort in her arms, but it wasn't love that brought him there; it was his need for solace and a temporary escape from his responsibilities.
The realization crushed Y/N. She had allowed herself to believe, if only for a brief moment, that their connection had deepened into something more. But the truth was evident now – Atsumu's heart belonged to another, and she would forever be relegated to the role of a friend, a manager, and nothing more.
With trembling hands, Y/N wiped away her tears, determined to regain her composure.
For Y/N, it was both a bittersweet moment of passion and a heart-wrenching realization that her love for Atsumu might always be unrequited. She felt like a songbird trapped in a cage of her own making, unable to spread her wings and be her own person.
Y/N struggled to find her own identity outside of Atsumu's shadow. She knew that she deserved more than being a source of comfort whenever he needed solace. She yearned to break free from the cage she had willingly entered and find her own happiness, even if it meant letting go of the one person who had defined so much of her life.
The pain of unrequited love weighed heavily on her shoulders, she found herself unable to let go of Atsumu. The affair they had embarked upon only intensified the conflict within her, as it became a bitter reminder of his emotional unavailability.
Despite the heartache and knowledge that Atsumu didn't truly love her, Y/N couldn't resist the allure of their stolen moments together. She craved his touch, his presence, and the temporary illusion of being loved, even though deep down, she knew it wasn't real.
In the stillness of the night, after each encounter with Atsumu, she would find herself crying, her tears mingling with the tumultuous emotions within. She knew she was just a placeholder, a fleeting escape from the reality. But she was powerless to resist, chained to her love for him like a captive to her captor.
The affair had turned into a double-edged sword, providing moments of ecstasy intertwined with the bitter taste of her unrequited love. Atsumu's distance outside of their encounters became more pronounced, leaving her feeling isolated and alone even in his presence.
Each time she saw him with his wife, Emi, or heard him talk about their future together, it was a painful reminder of where she stood in his life – a secret, a guilty pleasure. The disparity between her feelings and his indifference was a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge.
Y/N knew she was losing herself in this affair, but the love she felt for Atsumu was a relentless force, pulling her back into his arms time and time again. The brief moments of passion only served to amplify her heartache, leaving her feeling more broken than ever.
And yet, she couldn't find the strength to break free. The fear of losing the one connection she had with him, no matter how flawed and unfulfilling, was too great. She clung to their encounters like a lifeline, even as it dragged her deeper into the abyss of unrequited love.
In the quiet solitude of her own space, she would cry silent tears, mourning the love she could never have while convincing herself that this was better than nothing. Her heart may have been shattered, but her love for Atsumu burned bright, a painful flame she couldn't extinguish.
Navigating the complexities of love and heartbreak, clinging to a love that seemed destined to remain one-sided. She found herself entangled in a web of emotions, torn between holding onto Atsumu and finding the strength to let go. But in the depths of her heart, she knew that her love for him was a double-edged sword, both her salvation and her torment.
Trapped in a web of love and dependence. She clung to the stolen moments with Atsumu, even though she knew they weren’t out of intimacy or love. Her heart ached for his love, but she couldn't bear to let him go, not when he was the very reason for her existence.
In the quiet moments after their encounters, when the passion had faded and reality crept back in, Y/N would find herself crying tears of both joy and despair. She cherished the memories of their moments together, yet she couldn't escape the pain of knowing that Atsumu's heart belonged elsewhere.
The bittersweet truth was that Y/N knew that she would forever remain the other woman, a melody destined to play in the background of Atsumu's life, never to take center stage in his heart.
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Atsumu x Reader
The Narrative series pt 2
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ATSUMU’s POV
[Best friend’s name] is my first love, she was the girl I always wanted to date. I would sometimes starve myself just to take her out on a date or buy her one of her favorite designer clothes and would stay up late to help her with her homework. I loved her to the point where I would give up anything just for her, so I was shattered when she told me she likes my brother.
Since then we drifted and I focused more of my time in volleyball, from time to time I would date but they barely last a week as the pattern stays the same. They ignore my warnings of prioritizing volleyball above anything else and demand I give them more attention. Out of the blue [best friends name] knocks on our doorstep seeking help, it seems her parents are fighting and her ex have been cheated on her and I was the only one she could run to, the only friend she has left. She poured her heart to me that night and from then on I understood that she will never see me the way I see her, so I let her go became her friend. Even if I can’t have her I can still look after her from afar no longer as a woman of my dreams but a friend that she can rely on.
Although the hole in my heart grew larger with each new boyfriend she had I brushed it off like nothing and went on with my life, I knew volleyball couldn’t possibly fill the gap but it was something that no one can take away from me so it became my priority.
They say time heals everything and soon enough my scars were healed when [Name] came into my life. She is the one who understands me the most, she takes her time with me, she gives me the space I need, when I’m tired she lulls me to sleep, when I’m sick she takes care of me, when I want to practice more she stays and practice with me, even when she’s tired her priority is me.
I have been spending more time with [best friend’s name] lately because her parents are getting divorced and she isn’t taking it well. Right now I am at the hospital outside the emergency room with [best friend’s name] because her grandma was rushed to the hospital and she’s having a breakdown. The surgery is a success but [best friend’s name] seems out of it so I texted my brother that I won’t be home tonight and took it upon myself to take care of her reminding me how [Name] took care of me when we first met.
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I was walking home after being kicked out of the gym by our captain for being sick. Samu was going having sleepovers at Suna’s for a project that time and all I remember before blacking out is a silhouette of someone rushing out of their gate to catch me. I then woke up to a cold towel on my head and a girl my age with a worried look on her face asking me if I was ok before I blacked out again. When I woke up again there was soup and medicine by the table with a note that told me she went grocery shopping, I tried to get out of the place but my legs felt wobbly and I fell to the floor. Soon enough I heard footsteps rushing to the room, she didn’t ask me questions or scold me but instead she gently put me back to bed waiting for me to finish the soup and take the medicine before tucking me in with a lullaby.
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I am singing the same lullabye while tucking [best friends name] in bed ready to sleep on the couch but then she grabs my arm and asks if I can sleep beside her tonight. I was ready to say no but I know how bad her nightmares can be. I lay by her side and she clutches on me tight as if I’d disappear so I held her gently in my arms humming songs until we both fell asleep.
Little did I know while I was at someone else’s house taking care of a friend, two hearts were breaking side by side from my foolishness.
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When your long-distance boyfriend surprises you
bokuto x reader
Fluff!!
Bokuto rang the doorbell to your shared apartment with a smile. He felt excitement flood his veins. When his coach had announced a 3 long week break from practice, he immediately booked the closest flight to you. You didn’t know that he flew out to see you or that he even had a break. He kept it a secret, which was extremely hard with the fact that he could almost never keep anything from you.
A minute passed by before the door flew open, revealing you, his beloved girlfriend.
“Kou!” Joy and surprise were evident on your face. Almost immediately, you threw yourself to him, wrapping your arms around his neck. Bokuto fumbles backwards a bit but quickly finds his stepping. He drops his duffel bags and hugs you back with the same exact fervor. God, he missed you so much.
“Kou, you’re here.” Your voice was muffled from his neck. You pull away to cup his face in both hands.
Bokuto leans into your hands. Oh, how he missed your warmth. “As much as I missed you, we need to go inside. Our neighbors might be distrubed.” You giggled. Butterflies flutter inside his stomach. He missed your laugh. It always turned him into a puddle.
For a moment, he lets you go to pick up his bags from the floor. He enters your shared apartment, it almost looked just as the same as when he left to travel. As soon as the door closes, Bokuto picks you up in his arms once more. You let out a squeak, before wrapping your arms around your athlete.
He guides you both to the couch where he places you on his lap, caressing your cheek. “Let me look at you. I missed home.” You blushed at his words. You lean in and kiss him. The kiss was slow and sensual, pouring all of your emotions at that moment.
Bokuto feels your hands intertwine and tug on his silver hair. He smiled, he missed the way you would always tug on his hair every time you both kissed. He missed your habits. His arms pull you in closer, as to not have any distance between your bodies. His hands roam around, one on the small of your back, and the other on your waist.
"Welcome home, Kou." You murmured.
Bokuto didn't notice until now but a familiar black and white uniform with the number 4 etched on the front and back hung on your form.
"Is that my old Fukurodani uniform?"
"Yes." You replied, "I missed you."
Bokuto felt his heart bursting. You were just too much of a cutie — not that he was complaining. He pulled you to a tight hug, pink hue dusting his cheeks.
"Oh my baby is just too cute! I love you, Y/N." He pulls away before decorating your face and neck with thousands of kisses. Giggles erupted in the room as he continued his attack of kisses.
“How long are you staying?”
“3 weeks.” Bokuto mumbled between kisses. You cup his face and gently lift him from your skin. “Really?”
Bokuto beamed, “Really. I’m all yours for 3 weeks.” A massive beautiful smile appeared on your face. You both stay like that, staring into each other’s eyes. Bokuto loved getting lost in your doe-like eyes, he loved everything you do to him, intentional or unintentional. He quickly notices your eyes shimmer with tears, and suddenly worry fills his veins.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He wipes a tear that escapes your eye, rubbing small circles on your lower back. You shake your head, blinking the tears away.
“It’s just that I’ve missed you so much.” Bokuto felt his heart break a little, he hated seeing his baby cry. "Can we just stay like this for a while?”
Bokuto smiled, and nodded. He leans his forehead to yours, placing a kiss on your nose before rubbing it gently with his own.
“Like I said, I’m all yours for 3 weeks.” Your boyfriend hummed.
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up on tokio hill (msby bj)
masterlist, ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)
upon arriving in tokio hill, a misunderstanding occurs the moment you show up. your new housemates seem like a lot to deal with– and a lot more handsome than you expected. but things will work out, will it not?
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“I swear I’ll call security on ya if ya don’t leave right now!” The blonde man before you shook his phone in the air, ready to fulfil his threat. His orbs were flaming with the fury of a thousand suns and his face was pulled back to a snarl– he looked like he was ready to drop-kick you out of the house itself.
“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. I don’t even know what’s going on!” You held up your hands defensively and stood firmly (as much as you could without shaking).
The urge to take flight in the face of a livid, insanely handsome dude was so strong that you may just leave the country altogether. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first day at the share-house would go.
“Everyone calm down!” Another man begged. Behind the silver haired man is an oven with smoke leaking out of. His hands were held up as well, like the scene in Jurassic World and the raptors.
For the love of the gods, Uncle Tai, what have I gotten myself into…?
(A few hours ago…)
Tokio Hill was a quiet suburb in the outskirts of the city. It wasn’t exactly what it sounded when Uncle Tai had introduced it– you’d imagine it was a bumpy piece of land with tall grass and mice scurrying about. According to Google, it was home to plenty of rich folks, celebrities and some of Japan’s biggest sensations. It used to be a paparazzi hotspot until the local authorities decided to protect the inhabitants by conducting regular security checks. There were even a couple of police outposts in the area.
It was a wonder how a normal person could afford living in such a high end place. If it weren’t for your ‘niece discount’, you would never have moved into the area. Uncle Tai barely told you about the other tenants, but they must have been loaded. With that said…
“How on earth did Uncle Tai bag this place?” You wondered aloud as you stood outside a gated property, a pet carrier in one hand and a luggage bag in another.
This house was unlike the (extravagant) others down the road. An off white coat of paint with a deep, navy blue roof. It had a number of floors, you guessed three altogether. The fence had barely any gaps between them, preventing you from peeking through. It did a splendid job obscuring the ground floor from public view, but the other floors were visible.
A meow came from the carrier. You peered inside; a stubby Sphynx sat comfortably inside, whiskers twitching curiously. You slipped your fingers through the gaps to rub its hairless head.
“Oh Meru, I guess our new life starts today,” you whispered. Its bright blue eyes twinkled with (what you assumed was) curiosity. Your pet mewed back as you returned your focus to the house.
It all starts here. A fresh start. You inhaled deeply then exhaled. It’ll work out– it has to.
You approached a smaller gate that was off to the side of the entrance. A silver intercom was built into the gate. You pressed the biggest button, probably the doorbell. It didn’t take long before you got a response.
Static buzzed from the intercom. A man’s voice crackled, “...Ello? Hey, hello?”
You straightened up, “Hi! I’m new here. Today’s my first day, and–“
“Oh, I know you! Yeah, come on in,” The man interrupted. The crackling stopped and you the gate clunked. Gingerly, you pushed it open and entered the estate.
The front yard was huge, accommodating two shiny cars and a front yard. Concrete seemed to extend around the area, tall enough that you doubted you’d be able to see the other side without a ladder. Lining the walls were hedges; green and freshly trimmed. Off to a corner was a grassy area with an outdoor swing and bird fountain. A fish carved from stone spewed a steady stream of water into the pool.
Your eyes wandered around as you moved towards the main door. Footsteps thudded inside the house before the door swung open. A giant loomed over you and Meru. Your pet cat and you simultaneously tilted your heads up to look at him– a man with silver hair, peppered with grey tips. He was all smiles in a frilly apron.
This guy must be almost two metres tall! Both your cat and you stared in awe. You stared holes at the super girly apron. A magical girl was printed on the front. M-Moe gap…
“I was expecting you! Come on in,” he patted his hands on the apron, “I’m in the middle of something, so you can just do the second floor first.”
“Okay. Wait, what-?”
An alarm sounded inside the house. The man whipped his head towards the source before turning back to you. “Uh oh, we gotta hurry! Come on in already,” Without hesitation, he grabbed your hand and pulled you into the house.
You clambered in, luggage and all, and Meru screeched from its rocking carrier. Full of apologies, you tried to console your pet whilst he shut the door. He noticed Meru, who stood on its haunches at the salt and pepper haired man.
“You can leave your things here first,” He gestured where you stood. When you set Meru on top of the shoe cabinet at the entrance, he reached out to you. His larger hand enveloped your wrist effortlessly and he began pulling you along. His hold was gentle enough so as to not bruise, but secure enough to make sure you couldn’t run. The unwarranted warmth on your wrist gave you goosebumps.
What on earth was going on? This was some sort of misunderstanding, right? Before you could process that thought, he stopped at the end of the hallway, where a closet awaited. He rummaged through it and produced a few items.
“Here’s what you’ll need. This, this– oh, this too…” Without looking, he handed you cleaning tools: bleach, sprays, gloves and more.
As he progressively piled more into your arms, the alarm continued beeping in the background. You practically cradled the load, “Umm, mister, I don’t think I’m who you think I am. I’m actually-”
The man ran off to the kitchen, where a cloud of grey began seeping from an oven. He screeched incoherently and began fussing over whatever it was inside. As he began murmuring to himself, you sighed. There was no way of getting through to him. At least, not now.
You took in the living room slowly. In the corner of the house was a flight of stairs. The rest of the place was split into three areas: the lounge, dining area and kitchen. The lounge was furnished with a massive flat screen television and a long couch. In-between was a paper strewn coffee table and magazines haphazardly stacked. Meanwhile, the kitchen was occupied by none other than the silver haired man, who stood by marble countertops. There was an island table as well, though it seemed counterintuitive when there was a dining table present.
The layout of the place was exactly like the photos Uncle Tai had sent you. And the place was big. As expected of a private estate in a posh area. Again, how did your good for nothing uncle score this place…?
You looked at your cleaning supplies. He said just the second floor, right? Maybe he’d listen to you afterwards. You waved goodbye to Meru and began your way up the flight of stairs, tools in hand.
When you reached the second floor, you peered around the corners to view the hallway. There were three rooms available, two on either side. One of the doors had a little sign that read ‘bath and laundry’. You peeked inside: there was a common area with a sink and mirror that stretched across one wall. Laundry machines and baskets were on the other end, with one of the baskets piled up with off-white sheets. You walked deeper in and into the connected shower room, which had a huge bathtub. On the shelves built into the walls were a mess of different bottles of miscellaneous hygiene items.
There was a lot to be done, you realised as you walked out of the shower room. You approached the laundry and realised there were jars of different powders on the shelves hanging above the laundry machines. There was even a note, a handwritten one with a few annotations. You scrutinised it with a squint.
“For every extra bedsheet, use a third of a cup of detergent. Only use this brand of fabric softener for the sheets. I will come after you if they are not properly washed,” You read aloud. A giggle escaped you, “What the heck? They sound like a troublesome person.”
You eyed the baskets– you could start with this one. The instructions written by the troublesome person could guide you for your first task. The counters and shelves could do some wiping and reorganising as well.
“Guess I better get started,” You left to return downstairs, “I better set these things down first before I drop them.”
While you laid out your cleaning appliances, a man entered the laundry-cum-wash room. The man pulled his shirt over his head, ruffling his blonde hair. It fell to the floor, along with the sweatpants he had shimmied out of. He swooped up his clothes and hung them over one of the baskets. Quietly, he closed the bathroom door behind him, forgoing the decision to lock it. After a shower, he stepped into the bathtub for a soak. With a long arm draped over one side, he closed his eyes and began dozing off. Unbeknownst to him, on the other side of the door, you had begun to do the laundry.
The tumbling of laundry filled the room. You watched the sheets toss and turn inside the machines as you squatted, hands on your knees. Thanks to the meticulously written notes, it was easy to figure out the buttons and amount of detergent to use. While they were washing, you wiped down the counters and surfaces. Your cleaning rags were coiled up in the bottom of the pail beside you.
While cleaning, you came to the conclusion that the guy in the kitchen had mistaken you for a cleaner. Uncle Tai must have told the tenants that you’d be here, right? There’s no way that bozo would forget to inform them… right?
“Knowing him, maybe it’s not out of the picture,” you sighed and rested your face in your hands.
You heard footsteps from the hallway and your face lit up. Was he finally free to speak? You turned expectantly but came face to face with another stranger. A half-naked man wrapped in a towel around his torso stood at the doorway of the shower. His hands tried to hide his exposed chest and his face was…
Oh– This isn’t good.
He let out an ear-piercing scream.
. . .
Oh right, so that’s what had led up to this situation.
You blinked at the blonde who droned on about the cops and trespassing. This guy was a broken record, nothing was going through him. His shoulders heaved up and down aggressively. Was it from anxiety or anger? It was hard to tell.
“Tsum-tsum, you gotta chill out! It’s the new maid Taichii hired, remember? He told us about it last week!” the silver haired man clarified. He still adorned the frilly apron with the magical girl.
“The new maid’s only supposed to be here when we ain’t around, ya moron!” The blonde man said, eyes wide. “I can’t believe ya let a stalker into the house, Bo-kun! Besides, it looks like she’s moving in, not cleaning for the day!”
He jabbed a finger in the direction of your luggage. Meru, who had been anxious throughout, flinched. It hissed in the direction of a frowning ‘Tsum-Tsum’.
You blocked his line of sight to Meru, “Woah there, you’ve really got the wrong idea. I’m not your stalker because firstly, I swear to the gods that I don’t even know who you are. And secondly, I’m your new housemate– I have the contract and texts to prove it!”
The blonde raised his brows before returning to his scowl. He seemed to ponder it over.
“Huh? So you aren’t our new housemaid?” The man named ‘Bo-kun’ blinked incessantly.
“Or a stalker?” The blonde folded his arms crossly.
Before you could retort, the main door clicked open.
“I’m home!” You heard a voice call out. Footsteps thumped in the hallway before another man appeared in the scene. This person carried a bag of groceries in one hand, and a cap in another. His bright ginger hair contrasted against the cream walls of the living room.
“I saw another pair of shoes at the entrance. Is (l/n)-san finally-“ He made eye contact with you and the others, “–What’s going on?”
“Hinata! Help–” Apron guy cried as the ginger hurried over. “Tsum-tsum thinks our new maid is a stalker-!”
“For the love of– How many times must I tell you guys that I’m neither!” You threw up your hands in desperation.
The ginger blinked once at you before looking at the others, “Did you guys forget? Taichii-san’s niece is joining us here starting today. Isn’t this (l/n)-san?”
The three men turned their heads to you. A long sigh escaped you. It seemed like they would finally listen. Thank the gods for this man named Hinata.
Meru roamed freely in the living room, sniffing the kitchen counters. It approached the oven, which was half-open. A tray of burnt cookies sat inside, and your cat ran off after a tentative sniff. Meanwhile, you stared at the men sitting across from you. They had introduced themselves briefly, and the three men across from you were known as Atsumu, Hinata and Bokuto.
Uncle Tai forgot to mention that I’ll be living with a bunch of dudes, you side-eyed your sphynx. As if it could hear your thoughts, the hairless cat mewed back.
“I’m so sorry, (l/n)-san,” Bokuto blushed. He sat across you at the dinner table, his forehead practically squished against the surface as he bowed apologetically. His form was shrunken with embarrassment, his broad shoulders drawn in.
Atsumu sipped on his mug of coffee. He appeared indignant over the situation, as much as someone could be after accusing an innocent person of a crime. He would send not so inconspicuous gazes your way too. As you stared pointedly, your eyes met and he averted his gaze. An irk mark formed on your head.
This guy hates to swallow his pride, huh? What an asshole.
Whilst sparks flew between the two of you, Hinata scratched his cheek. He sat in between the others awkwardly. “This vibe makes me feel like I should apologise too…”
“It’s been a while since I heard of the news and I… completely forgot… and mixed up the housecleaning visit with your moving in. I’m terribly sorry for making you clean the place up–!” Bokuto added, still grovelling.
You held up your mug of coffee, “It’s fine now, Bokuto-san. And please, there’s no need for you to do this. It’s okay.”
He lifted his head cautiously and you reassured him with a nod. You took a tentative sip.
“How can we make it up to you?” Hinata spoke up, to which you rubbed your chin.
Meru mewed at the foot of the table. You lit up and turned to the trio, “Oh, I know. How about you show me around the house?”
It didn’t take much convincing for a house tour. Although, a certain blonde had slipped away during the tour, refusing to entertain your questions. The remaining duo properly showed you around the house, including the backyard. They shared that sometimes, they would have barbecues with friends, though rarely. You learned that Atsumu and Bokuto stayed on the second floor, which probably explained how the former had entered the bathroom without you knowing, due to it being right across his room. Meanwhile, Hinata, another tenant and you stayed on the third floor. As for the toilets…
When you enquired about it, the guys exchanged a look before Hinata sheepishly said, “Taichii-san had specifically requested that you use the third floor’s bathroom only… Um, he mentioned that it wouldn’t be right for a lady to share a bathroom with men she had no familial relation with.”
“Oh, I’m sorry if I’m being a bother,” Your eyes widened.
“It’s totes fine. We’re not at home much... Besides, we only have toilet fights when Tsum-tsum’s in the kitchen. Which is rare-” Bokuto rambled before Hinata slapped a hand over his mouth. The man with salt and pepper hair blinked in confusion.
“Don’t worry about it!” The ginger grinned. You raised a brow. That wasn’t reassuring one bit.
They led you to your room and the duo retreated downstairs. You watched them leave with Meru in your arms. You stood outside a room, the only one with a sign hanging on the door. It was your name arranged in hiragana with wooden blocks. A flower was even glued to the end.
Does Uncle Tai think I’m still in preschool? You tried to take it down only to realise it was superglued to the door. An irk mark formed on your head. A certain bozo was about to hear it from me later on the phone…
You closed the door behind you and set Meru down. Its tail trembled curiously as it inspected the floor. Gazing around the room, you noted the stacks of cardboard boxes in a corner. Huh, Uncle Tai really wasn’t lying when he said this place was bigger. You sat down on the bed. The naked mattress was soft yet firm, awaiting to be clothed in sheets. The evaporated stains of cleaning liquid on surfaces notified you of its recent cleaning. And much to your pleasure, the room was modestly furnished the way you had requested it to be. Just a table, wardrobe and cabinet.
Suddenly, you were reminded of your luggage at the door. You had forgotten about it during the chaos. It was the least of your worries when you were dealing with the probability of being arrested. You opened your door and peeked out of the room. Unexpectedly, your luggage bag was waiting outside. You glanced around the hall and at the stairs.
Someone has helped you out! You watched for any movement at the stairs but neither saw nor heard anything. With gratitude, you muttered thanks and wheeled it in.
You spent the rest of your time unboxing and decorating your room. Meru helped by laying on the bed and its new sheets. It dozed off in the warmth that filtered through your windows. You made quick work of unpacking clothes and arranging your decorations and merchandise. As you finished setting up your monitors, you pondered over the earlier argument.
Why did the blonde guy react so explosively earlier? Was he a celebrity of sorts? You were certain that you were up to date with pop culture, but neither his face nor name rang a bell. Though you wouldn’t doubt if he wasn’t famous. He was as prickly as a sea-urchin but undeniably a handsome man. You rummaged through your pop culture schemas but produced nothing.
A thump outside your room broke your train of thought. You peeked past your door to investigate and found yet another giant in the hallway. What did the tenants of this house eat…? This man was dressed in a stylish turtleneck and coat, and he stood across you, fiddling with the keys to his room.
Suddenly, Meru mewed. The man in the coat spun around, keys in hand. Your cat yawned and nuzzled the bed. You met his obsidian eyes nervously.
“Umm, hello…” You started. He stared back.
Despite wearing a mask, he was also quite the looker. Why was this house full of good looking dudes? Was he a celebrity of sorts too? The man had a mop of curly dark hair atop his head and two moles above an eyebrow. Wait, two moles? Your eyes widened in recognition, “Sakusa Kiyoomi!?””
Sakusa knitted his brows together. His mask twitched as he spoke, “Do I know you?”
“Are you for real? We attended class together in highschool . Remember, with your cousin Komori-kun. I was with you for all three years!” You gestured at yourself. He stared hard, as if considering what you had just said.
Heavy footsteps filled the stairway and Bokuto reappeared, “Oh! I see you guys have met already. That’s awesome,” He grinned and gestured over his shoulder, “C’mon, we’re heading out for dinner!”
“Huh? But I just got back,” Sakusa rubbed his temples with a sigh.
Bokuto simply placed his hands on his hips, “It won’t be good if you miss out, Yoomi! Besides, we’re having a welcome party!”
By the time you set foot, it was already evening. The restaurant they intended to visit was within walking distance, on the outskirts of the city that edged towards the suburbs. Rows of shops were situated on one side of a river, where cherry trees lined along. With spring fleeing from Japan’s grasp, the trees had already lost most of their blossoms. That didn’t stop you from catching a lone fluttering blossom as you stood outside a restaurant. Warm light filtered through the paper screen doors as the sign above read Onigiri Miya.
The guys opened the doors and a windchime rang in the doorway. You peeked past their broad shoulders to take in the place. The interior was a modest mixture of Japanese and modern design, with cream walls and wooden floorboards. Customers dined at the counter that looped around the kitchen or on the floors, at the low tables. The clamour of conversation and oil crackling was almost homely, like the izakayas in back home. As your eyes scanned the place, a waiter with freckles practically bounded towards your group.
“It’s been a while since I last saw you guys!” The boy said. He must have been in high school with his doe-like gaze.
“Sup,” Atsumu grinned. He was surprisingly cheery despite the earlier situation, “Is Samu here?”
“He left earlier for a catering event. The boss has been busy lately!” He noticed you and quickly added, “Oh, who’s this?”
“She’s our new housemate. Taichii’s niece,” Hinata added, gesturing at you with a smile. You nodded shyly and the waiter beamed.
“Arighty! My name is Yuuma and I’ll be your waiter for the day!” He swooped up a few menus and gestured, “Please follow me!”
Yuuma led everyone to the back of the restaurant. This area was partitioned off with screen doors, and it was far quieter here. These rooms must be reserved for special customers. You entered the room last and everyone took their seats, leaving the only open spot next to Atsumu. It wasn’t your intention to sit beside him, so you made it clear by respectfully scooting an inch away from him. After inspecting the menu, and with thoughtful insight from the guys, you decided on a warm bowl of curry udon, with a side of a speciality onigiri.
An awkward silence fell in the room the moment Yuuma left to place the orders. You half-heartedly scratched the fabric of your clothes when Hinata spoke up.
“We haven’t had a proper opportunity to introduce ourselves, so let me start,” the ginger smiled. His amber eyes held a homely warmth that could melt the barriers of anybody’s heart. He gestured at himself, “I’m Hinata Shouyou. It’s a pleasure to meet you!”
“I’m (l/n) (y/n). The pleasure is mine,” You bowed your head. Mirroring Hinata’s smile, you added, “Uncle Tai and I share the same family name, so feel free to call me (y/n), if you’d like.”
“Can I call you (y/n)-chan? That’s such a pretty name!” Bokuto straightened up and thumbed at his chest, “Ah– And I’m Koutarou Bokuto! It’s real nice to meet ‘cha!”
Bokuto’s gaze arrowed at the blonde beside you. The former seemed to be staring expectantly for him to introduce himself. Maybe because of the awkward incident from earlier. Ah… this awkward introduction gave the vibe of adolescents during a mixer, or something.
“Miya Atsumu,” the blonde practically exhaled. He looked at you from the corner of his eyes. He thumped an elbow on the table and rested his chin on it, “Nice to meet ‘cha, I suppose.”
“Y-Yeah, it’s nice to meet you, Miya-san,” Your smile wavered. Even if he mistook you for a stalker.
“Atsumu will do just fine.”
A half hearted sigh escaped you internally. Then there was Sakusa, who seemed disinterested in the conversation from the start. He had his gaze fixated on the wall behind you this whole time. Your eyes met for a brief second.
He spoke up softly, “Sakusa Kiyoomi. But you seem to already know that.”
“I’m surprised you don’t remember me. I was the class president in all our years in high school,” You leaned forward a little. Would that be enough to jog his memory?
Sakusa looked up at the ceiling, seemingly disinterested. You sighed with a dejected smile. Figures. It had been a number of years after graduation. So this reaction wasn’t much of a surprise. Your shoulders drooped in defeat.
“Sooo… does that mean you attended Itachiyama Institute?” Hinata spoke up. “What was Sakusa-san like?”
“I’ve attended since middle school all the way to high school. I may be wrong, but Sakusa-san transferred at the start of his first year of high school,” You lit up. Grinning, you cheekily added, “Girls were all over him for the next three years. It was never a boring day.”
“It was annoying,” Sakusa admitted. His focus remained on anything but you, but he indulged in a half-smile. “The only good memories I had were on the court.”
“Somebody’s shy,” the blonde beside you sniggered, “I’m surprised he had chicks when he’s this much of an asshole– Ow!”
Something thumped under the table. You could only assume Sakusa had kicked Atsumu under. A nervous smile creeped up on your face. Beneath his mask of calm he must have been riled up a little by that comment. Who knew he’d grown to be so petty.
Meanwhile, Atsumu grinded his teeth, “Fall over and shrivel up!”
The waiter returned with trays in hand. In a sing-song voice, he said, “Atsumu-san, please keep it down.”
Atsumu rolled his eyes and pouted. What was he, five? While Atsumu hyper-fixated on a dent in the floor, Bokuto helped Yuuma place the dishes on the table while Hinata began distributing cutlery. You took a pair of chopsticks and pulled your meal closer to you. The five of you shared a quiet meal, as much as one could when a blonde was seething beside you.
After some time had passed, you asked, “So are you all from the Kansai region? Except for Atsumu-san, the rest of you don’t sound like it.”
“Yoomi and I are from the capital, but Hinata’s from Miyagi.” Bokuto responded with a mouth full of ebifry. He took a swig of beer before exclaiming, “Woo! This stuff is great!”
Sakusa leaned away from Bokuto, a disgusted expression on his features. He shifted his meal away from the guy, who dropped a shrimp tail from his mouth. Meanwhile, Atsumu nagged at the guy to eat less sloppily.
Hinata chuckled before turning to you, “Yup, I’m from the more rural side of the prefecture. What about (l/n)-san?”
“I also lived in the countryside up until grade school. That’s when I moved to Tokyo,” you took a bite of a potato. It was soft and tender, like the rest of the veggies in the curry.
“I totally get it,” Hinata grinned. I can imagine it was a big change!”
“And now you moved from Tokyo to Osaka.” Bokuto prodded with half another ebifry sticking out from his lips. “Why’s that?”
You stopped mid bite. You raised your head to meet Bokuto’s eyes. The others were preoccupied with their food, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t listening. Like wisps of steam on a hot day, your appetite dissolved. Suddenly your curry udon and speciality onigiri didn’t smell so appetising anymore. With a far off look in your eyes, you managed a timid smile.
“I… guess I needed a change of pace.”
. . .
“And then she said to me… ‘Who do you think you are, asshole?!... And- Oh, I don’t feel sho gud…’” Gurgled Bokuto, who remained limp in Hinata and Sakusa’s grasps. They were practically dragging him at this rate, with how in and out of consciousness he was.
“He’s a goner,” Sakusa announced. He jabbed a finger into Bokuto’s face before clicking his tongue, “I even told him to hold back a little.”
Hinata chuckled. The tips of his ears were dusted pink but not as saturated as Bokuto’s. “He’s the life of a party. You’d know by now that Bokuto-san can’t stop once he starts.”
“I’m well aware of my teammate’s awful drinking habits, but we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow. He’s going to whine about his hangover during practice…” Sakusa trailed off.
Night had long fallen upon Osaka, and the way back was arduous with a passed out drunk in your party. You laughed light heartedly as the trio in front of you stumbled over a pebble. A flurry of insults at the unconscious man in the group spewed from Sakusa. Poor Hinata tried to defuse the situation on behalf of a man who was too drunk to care. Frankly, it was hilarious.
“What’s so funny?” Atsumu mumbled beside you. He was also tipsy, but not as bad as Bokuto. The two of you trailed behind the others.
Your smile fell, “Umm, it’s nothing.” You didn’t want him to misunderstand, so you quickly added, “I haven’t had this much fun in a while. I’m really happy.”
He hummed, seemingly in thought. A few moments of silence passed, and just when you figured that was the end, he muttered.
“Hey, about earlier.”
“Earlier…?”
“You know what I’m talking about,” the blonde said quickly, jamming his fists into the pocket of his hoodie. The warm light emanating from the street lamps cast a gentle glow on the contours of his handsome face. His brows furrowed, “I’ll be honest with ya, I jumped to conclusions and said some pretty awful things, my bad.”
He must not have been used to this– he was chewing on his bottom lip. It looked like it took everything in him to apologise, if you could consider this an apology.
The corners of your lips tilted up, “It’s okay. I would’ve been pretty spooked if some stranger appeared in my bathroom too. I may have done the same.”
“Oh, I mean. It’s not like ya did something wrong. Something like this happened before… sorta.”
This had happened before? Your surprised gaze was missed by Atsumu, who fixated on the path ahead. His eyes were downcast, and you frowned. With a face like his, it wouldn’t be out of the question to have obsessive fans. But stalkers were a different thing, no?
“I think I misjudged you,” you commented. “You seem like an okay guy, Atsumu-san.”
He gave you the side eye, “Hey, just because I apologised doesn’t mean you can make fun of me.”
“You call that an apology?” You chuckled when Hinata called out suddenly.
“(l/n)-san, Atsumu-san! Can you help buy us some painkillers? We ran out and need some for Bokuto-san tomorrow!” He gestured at the FamilyMart nearby.
Atsumu groaned. He flashed an okay-sign to the guys before looking at you. “Boy, yer going to witness an ugly sight tomorrow. We’re going to buy five different types of painkillers only for Bokuto to refuse to eat any.”
He entered the store first. Staring at his back, you looked behind your shoulder at Hinata, Sakura and Bokuto. They were fussing over the guy in the middle whose eyes were barely open.
A smile crept up your face. Who knows? Maybe living with these guys is going to be alright.
“(y/n)-san,” Atsumu called. He stood at the doorway, arms crossed.
“Be there in a second!” You hurried over, shoes clacking on the pavement.
With the trio waiting outside, Atsumu and you searched the aisles for medicine. You took a handful which Atsumu dumped into a basket. As the two of you waited in line, your phone– which you had left behind on your desk– buzzed with notifications.
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