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verslxt · 1 year

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radio shows ~ r. suna

“i currently have y/n miya, world renowned model. sister to msby jackal player atsumu miya. and dating ejp rajin player rintaro suna”.

you smiled at the introduction to yourself “i’m so glad you could have me on”

you knew atsumu made everyone listen to this. osamu probably had the tv on watching the livestream. and suna was most definitely listening to it.

“so do you know of anyone who is listening to the show currently” the interviewer asked

“uhm yes i do actually, and i have one correction to make to your introduction. i have my brothers listening. hi atsumu and osamu. and i have my fiancé suna listening”

suna had preposed to you at a family gathering at his families house. atsumu and osamu already knew but not everyone knew. you talked it over with suna if you could say you two were engaged or not and he said yes

“oh wow, how long have you two been dating?”

“well he was in 1st year of high school and i was still in junior high. when i finally got into high school he asked me out. to homecoming actually”

“how did he ask you out”

“a sign. oh my god this boy had everything planned out. i was a cheerleader for basketball during the time. so i helped the volleyball team by being their manager. atsumu made me to do it. i’m not that mad about it anymore because i met suna from it. he used our golden doodle to ask me out. i still remember what the sign said too ‘if my puppy dog eyes don’t work maybe nini’s will’. oh my god poor nini he put a sign on her that said ‘hoco with suna?’. i said yes because i loved nini. nini is now 6ft under”

you felt your phone buzz. you knew it was suna. you smiled a little bit

“your smile is so beautiful”

“thank you so much”

“we’re going to cut to a song. what do you think we should play, y/n”

“let’s play an inrarizaki favorite. ohmami by chase atlantic”

“with maggie lindemann or just normal?”

“normal”

you thought of suna saying ohmami. this boy loved the song. he loved doing some special activities during the song. you felt your phone buzz again

“bitch, i'm fuckin' styling yeah ooh-ooh-ooh, oh yeah whoa”

you picked up your phone

rinnie<3🥰 your doing great baby 🫶🏽

y/n ❤️ thank you baby 🫶🏽

dumbass 1 😐 ohmami really?

fucking dumbass 🥱 yea, lost my virginity to it 😶

dumbass 1 😐 EWWWWW

fucking dumbass 🥱 YOU ASKED

the song ended and the interview picked back up

“i love that song so much”

“me too. now, do you and suna ever want kids”

you smiled. you and suna have been having this conversation since you two got together “yes we would. we only want 2 of them. and if i carry the twin gene then we may have to go through pregnancy once”.

“what’s your favorite song currently”

“i have a few actually! mine by 1nonly, r u mine by arctic monkeys, problems by mother mother and needed me by rihanna”

“y/n miya a mother mother fan?”

“oh and get scared”

suna taught you all those bands. other than a handful. suna really made you into who you are today

“can you do a perfect accent?”

you start in a perfect british accent “well funny you say that”. then you switch to an australian accent “i can do a kermit one too”. and that’s when you switch to kermit “well i say where is miss. piggy. i swear i lose that girl more than i lose my mind sometimes”.

you laugh, you knew atsumu never knew you could do those. so he’s probably surprised. you and osamu yell at each other in an australian accent. and then you and suna go around the house yelling in the house in the kermit accent

“do you know…the muffin man?”

“the muffin man?”

“ThE mUfFiN mAn”

the interviewer laughs “now we know ms. miya can do accents perfectly. now if you weren’t famous what would you be doing”

“ohhhh i would either be doing cheer for the msby jackals or be a massage therapist”

“what would you name your boat if you had one”

“oh goodness, now me and suna have been wanting a boat since like forever. and we decided we would name it the beayatch”

“what’s the dumbest thing you’ve gotten injured from doing?”

“how much time do we have. let’s see i got dropped by osamu and atsumu trying to do a cheer stunt. now based on their muscles at the time you would think they could hold me up right? wrong they dropped me so hard, i twisted my ankle and now i can move my knee cap anyway i want. another time i was cooking dinner and suna was in the mood if you know you know. and he sat me up on the counter and we kinda forgot to turn off the burner”

“how is it like dating suna”

“after noon naps. i get so greatful for them sometimes. uhm this boy can cook really good, he and his mom used to cook together all the time. so he picked up recipes from her. it’s really fun, i’m glad i get to marry him”

“awww, we’re going to go to a song but don’t leave yet we still have burning questions sent in from you guys! stay tuned. now what song should we play”

“oooo problems by mother mother”

“problems coming up”

you picked up your phone and texted suna

y/n ❤️ am i doing good

rinnie 🥰 your doing great baby

y/n ❤️ love you rinnie

rinnie 🥰 love you too

the interview picked back up. and she asked you the one question you were hoping she wouldn’t ask

“so there have been a few rumors of suna cheating, what have you two done about it?”

"“oh, now the pictures that were leaked of him cheating was when we were in high school. that was his girlfriend before me. and we do some checks on our phones, we just ask each other to see mine or his phone when we feel like they are acting weird, but one day he denied me to look and then he told me after he preposed why i wouldn’t let me look. it was because he was texting osamu about it, and he was acting weird because of that”

"oh, so he wasn't really cheating"

"no, he wasn't"

you knew suna would never cheat on you, he loves you way too much. and you love him way to much to cheat on him as well

"oh that's all the time we have with ms. miya"

"oh wow that passed by quickly"

~time skip~

"mhm you smell good" suna said shoving his face in your neck as you texted atsumu

"thank you rinnie"

"what do you want for dinner?"

"anything really, i don't care. as long as its not sushi, i'm pregnant"

suna picked you up so fast you dropped your phone back onto the couch, showing that you were talking to your mom and not actually atsumu.

"oh my god are you actually pregnant?"

"yes rinnie i was just telling my mom"

"i love you, i love you, i love you"

"i love you too rinnie"

#suna x you #hq suna #suna rintaro scenarios #suna rintarō #suna x reader #atsumu miya #osamu miya #inarizaki #aran ojiro #kita shinsuke #radio station

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astarsol · 1 year

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chapter 1 - crying, meeting, throwing up

you prop a nearby window open, the early monday afternoon air helping cool down the tour office. no one had requested a tour all day, leaving you to doodle on a small pad of paper, ignoring the company's logo on the top. a small frown rests on your face, your manager having left the room not too long ago.

tsukishima is once again late, his lengthy figure no longer lurking near the welcome desk. the manager expects you to watch over him, become his mentor of sorts. however, you negate to text him, leaving him to his own devices for once.

instead, you pull out your phone, scrolling through instagram as you wait for someone to grace your presence. seconds pass when someone knocks on the tour room's wall, alerting you to their location. you look up, setting your phone down quickly, "how may i assist you today?"

"do you do tours? a friend of ours, tsukishima, works here and he's working right now, so he recommended we come get a tour," one of the individuals in a group of four inquires, his yellowish blonde hair swooped to one side.

you shrug, trying to joke with the group, hoping that they were in a joking mood, "that depends, did he give you the secret password? because only people with secret passwords can go on a tour..."

"secret password? well, how about, i can bribe you, considering one free tour is awarded with each ticket to the planetarium bought," the blondie holds out ¥1,500, a smug smile plastered on his face.

once again, your eyes narrow as you stare him down, shaking your head, "i apologize but i can't take bribes, totally against my morals. but i will give you that free tour now, as i will get fired if i don't." you push his hand away from you, feeling his somewhat soft fingers as you do so.

he thanks you, looking back at his friends while doing so, the rest of them smiling. the group in total looked rather friendly, the blonde's grey-headed twin looking a little more upset than anyone else. you grab your clipboard, looking down at the nearly perfectly memorized facts written down.

"well, now that that debacle is finished, my name is l/n y/n, but you can simply call me y/n, as everyone practically does now," you point to your rectangular name tag, the sunlight bouncing off of it, "so what brings you here? i assume your friend, but standard question."

you start off towards the first exhibit, listening along as blondie's orange-haired friend interjects, "well, none of us have been to a planetarium, and since tsukishima works here, we figured it would be fun!"

"well it depends on what you consider fun, but this first section describes the famous astronomers of the past.. asada goryu, atsushi sugie, and western astronomers that are well known. aristotle, hipparchus, etcetera. these descriptions give better insight into their lives, but if there is anything else you'd like to know, i have some fun facts," you keep an upbeat persona, despite knowing that they're friends with your coworker.

the blonde's eyes widen at one of the names said, causing him to stick next to you as the others look at the biographies. he keeps his arms folded in front of him, his shirt sleeves slightly clinging to his upper arms. you awkwardly look over your clipboard and wait for him to move or join his friends.

"my name is actually very similar to one of the astronomers' names. it's miya atsumu, atsushi, atsumu, you can hear it," a smile stretches across his—atsumu's—face.

you give him a slight nod, "well that's a nice name atsumu, now how about we move on to the next exhibit."

the interaction is short, but your inability to know his name or know who he is intrigues him. nearly everyone in japan invested in any form of sports knows his name and who he is. however, you simply brush it off, continuing your tour so that you can reach your break.

masterlist / next

got the idea for fun facts from @idlerin ;

fun facts; - in this au, atsumu and the gang are all in college volleyball together at a university named shinrin-yoku. it’s prided for its sports - you go to an opposing university, kimyou, prided for its science department (including astronomy and the study of the universe, not to be confused with astrology) - you have met yamaguchi, but it was on accident at a grocery store - atsumu doesn’t like going to school, but is pursuing a degree in physical therapy as he plays volleyball - at first glance, atsumu thought you looked rather interesting, intelligent, and bored - it’s meant to say volleyball not football 😭

taglist; @alienvarmint

#atsumu miya x reader #don’t miss me smau #don’t miss me social media au #atsumu miya #haikyuu college au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader

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alienaiver · 9 months

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omg omg 88 and osamu … i hope it’s fluffy hes boyfie ok ty ty kiss for u too

HI MY LOVE... I AM.... INCREDIBLY, PAINFULLY SORRY FOR TAKING TWO MONTHS...🫡🫡. i am hiding in my attic after this 🤡 KDJSKDJKSD but ehre we are!!!!!!!!!! 🥺🧡🧡 i hope youll like it <3333333

number 88 gave the sentence “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”!!!! isnt that romantic!!

this is some fluffy fluff but its a fantasy/royalty au and an assassin involved, but no gore-y mentions of deaths!!! <33333 it came out as 894 words! thank you for sending one in, i hope you enjoy it!!! :')

The room is dark as you sit by the wooden desk, fiddling with all the items laid out in front of you. This is Osamu’s … lair, you could say – and he’s messy. It’s not so much an office as it’s his living quarters. He’s rarely here anyway, only in-between missions. You learned early that he prefers to sleep in the stables anyway, weapon at the ready.

He’s out right now, on a mission sent by your mother, the queen. There’s been upheaval underneath the finer layer of society, mentions of coup d’états and rotten hate. Threats towards you, the sole heir has even been issued. It brings unease into your heart.

Your mother is not necessarily a popular ruler. She’s headstrong with a heightened moral compass that she isn’t afraid to act on and punish those needed, which, in her defense, has lowered the general crime rate. So, she’s not a bad one either.

But alas, she has also created a divide and unknowingly made an underground mob of criminals.

This is where Miya Osamu comes in. He’s hired as the kingdom’s assassin – and he’s currently also the man who receives your affections.

You met in the Gardens for the first time ten years ago, when he was just a stableboy. He didn’t recognize you nor your title as he approached you without apprehension. It delighted you, seeing how isolating being the royal heir could be.

Originally, he only acknowledged you to apologize for his twin’s behavior. You were surprised, thinking it had been the same boy who’d thrown grass at you for telling him off when he pulled branches off of the tree. You’d sat and talked for an hour after that.

You slump down onto the chair with a sigh. Reminiscing your past with him is not going to bring him back earlier – or any safer.

You pick up the fountain pen and fiddle with it, dipping it in ink. You fold up your sleeve so that you can doodle on your arm. Osamu has tattoos – you’ve always dreamt of matching him.

”Is that considered proper entertainment?”

You yelp out as you drop the pen, spilling ink on the fabric of your garments before it hits the floor, rolling off and disappearing somewhere underneath the desk. You’ll purchase him a new one.

You put your palm to your chest and heave in a grounding sigh as you spot Osamu crouched on the windowsill, looking at you. He seems happy to have managed to scare you but he’s trying to suppress the glee. You shake your head and get up from his chair.

“Welcome back.”

He jumps down easily from the sill with a smile as he unwraps his utility belt to place on the big chest next to the window. You’ve always been curious as to what he’s hiding inside. When he nears you, he gently takes your arm and pulls it towards him. He wants to admire your handiwork it seems. You just hope he doesn’t touch your pulse point directly and feel the velocity in which it is pulsing. You’d surely pass out if he ever called you out so directly.

He whistles as he turns your arm, “this one reminds me of my rose,” he notes and your breath hitches sharply. He looks up at you from underneath his eyelashes, hoping you do not see the blush adorning his cheeks. To his luck, you’re much too focused on the part of your body where you connect at the moment. You’re concerned with the sweat emerging from your palms.

“Your majesty?” he asks and you’re pulled back to the moment. You hum out a reply as you retract your arm, straightening your back.

“I have taken care of the threat.” He says, his voice unusually official near you.

Right, the threat aimed at you. You slump and sigh. “I can feel your unease,” he says, reaching out for your arm again. He hides his hurt well when you pull it behind you, out of reach.

He remembers his place. He’s just your assassin.

You smile weakly before you raise your gaze again to look at him, “I’m happy to hear so, do not misunderstand,” you also raise your arm again in an effort to mend the hurt he thinks you don’t see, grazing his cheek slightly. He can’t help but lean into your palm for a split second before he collects himself.

“But you are correct. The apprehension will not leave me. This is the third one that you’ve been tasked with. Under the woodworks they will continue to emerge and I…” you trail off and silence grows together with the distance between the two of you. Osamu refuses to let it continue like this; he grabs the arm by his cheek and turns his head slowly. With only a few millimeters of air separating his lips from your skin, he makes an oath, “I will never stop fighting for you. I will never stop protecting you.”

Your breath hitches again but your heart relaxes immediately, knowing that he will always support you, even if it’s from the shadows. Before he pulls away, you push your hand against his lips so that they finally, completely connect. To your delight, he doesn’t hesitate or move away.

Everything will be okay, as long as you have Miya Osamu by your side.

#working on the last four 4 requests from this writing game rn!!! have two left before im done!!!!!#i hope this is to ur liking my dear!!! thank u for always supporting me!!!! <333 #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #miya osamu x reader #osamu x reader #nohr.writing #nohr.hq #writing game

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hazyilluminations · 2 years

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My spot. Your spot. Our spot…

It is nice to have someone to support you, isn't it?

Sometimes the closest ones don't provide even the smallest amount of that. They don't accept you as a standalone human being, don't even try to do it, and keep pushing you with their own aspirations and goals.

It gets you in a cage of suppressed emotions.

At some point, you just lose the will to defend your own way in life.

Does it have to be that way? Why can't people just accept you for who you are and let you have your wings.

Even if you fail, it will be your path.

"You need to stop fooling around with your art stuff. After graduation, you'll join me and make yourself a career", your father just wouldn't stop picturing your future for you.

"Do I have a vote in this?", you smiled a little.

It is not like your father was a tyrant, you meant a world to him. You had everything, but not your future. He just didn't consider your aspirations.

"This is your future we are talking about, Y/N. You should thank me for being so interested in it. I love you and wish only the best for you".

"Yes, sure, Dad. Thank you. I need to go. I don't want to be late on the first day in a new school… in the middle of the year", you kissed your Dad on the temple, grabbed your school backpack and went out of the cage.

It was a bit chilly outside, but it is exactly what you needed – fresh, cool air. You took a deep breath and put on headphones.

Play…

Intoxicating vibes filled your mind and put your soul at ease. Maybe just for a bit, but it worked for you.

You walked past small colorful shrines with little fox statues and tried to imprint little details, so that you could draw it later as a sketch or even with watercolors. Perhaps you'll even make a foxy themed bullet journal.

Oh, it would look so cute…

You didn't notice that you've already reached your destination - Inarizaki High School.

As you were about to go straight to the lockers, you felt a strong push from behind.

"Samu, you jerk! What the hell?", bleached boy didn't even try to look sorry.

"Hey, are you alright? Sorry, I didn't notice you. It is just my stupid brother and his morning antics. Are you new? I didn't see you before", grey haired boy, approached you with curiosity.

"Yeah, I am fine. Moved a week ago. I am sorry, I need to go, need to find my classroom", you bowed and turned around.

"Hey, wait. What class are you in? I can show you the way".

"What? You? The way? Samu, don't be stupid. If you need a guide, I am your guy. Atsumu Miya at your service", he winked and held out his hand.

"Cut it, Sumu. He is an idiot. Don't mind him".

And just like that, they started bickering. It would probably entertain you a bit, but you decided not to waste any time.

"I am fine. Thanks", you walked away from the loud twins.

You found your classroom without any further problems and stopped for a moment in front of the door.

You've got this. It is just a new school, new people …

You were lucky, the bell rang, and the teacher welcomed you. You made a quick routine self introduction and took a place at the back of the class, near the window. Perfect.

Time passed by and it was already lunch pause. Mmm, the most delicious time of the day with its long peaceful break for all the students.

It had always been the most special time for you, as you found the best hidden spot on the rooftop at your previous school, to escape from everyone and everything, and spend the time in your own universe … doodling, sketching.

That was your quest for the break in this new school – to find the perfect deserted place on the roof and claim it as yours. Little did you know, the perfect places don't stay deserted for long.

You sneaked out of the classroom before anyone jumped on you with questions for newcomers. There will be time for that, you thought.

Five minutes later, you found it – your desolate paradise – the sun peeking from the corner, to keep you warm on a chilly day, zero noisy pipes to distract you and take you out of the mood. Ideal.

You didn't want to waste any time. You leaned against the wall and took your sketchbook out. And just when you wanted to turn on the music, you heard a quiet, yet annoyed voice.

"This is my spot".

You blinked twice, then looked at the source of the voice. Dark brown weirdly combed down hair, with few strands at the top and middle-parted bangs. Foxy grayish-yellow eyes piercing through with a blank expression.

"Excuse me?".

"This.is.my.spot", he repeated, bending slightly down.

"Ok, Doctor Cooper. What do you want me to do about it?".

"Suna. And this sitcom is so outdated".

"True. It has its charm, though", you pretended not to understand his hints.

"So?", he quirked his brows.

"What? If you expect me to leave, then you are sooo wrong".

"You are, supposedly, a newcomer so, technically, you have no right to claim this spot, for, at least, a couple of weeks".

"And you are a local roof Sheriff now? I am teeeeeeerribly sorry, Mr. Myspot, for not being sorry".

"You are a stubborn one, aren't you? Don't want to leave, then move".

You frowned, but moved a bit, just not to spend the whole break debating. You held your hands in order to accommodate yourself, when he plopped down on your legs.

"What the?".

"It is your entrance fee to the club".

"Who said that I want to join?".

"You".

"When, smartass?".

"Oh. You hurt me right here in my meow meow", he grinned with closed eyes.

It was a stupid meme, but you cracked. It didn't go unnoticed.

"Hm. You can smile. Ouch. What was that for?".

You slightly pinched him by the cheek.

"Didn't know artists could be that tough", he teased.

"What made you think I am an artist?".

"Come on. I saw your sketches… they are pretty cool".

"Yeah, I know", you sounded smug.

"Oh. Wow. Self-esteem".

"What's the point to do art, if you don't cherish it. This is the way".

"You are such a nerd. I wanna see more".

"What? My works or Mandalorian?", this time you teased him.

"Don't be ridiculous. Of course, Mandalorian".

"Oh, look who is a nerd now", you giggled.

Somehow, this strange encounter made you feel warm and serene.

"Here", you held out your sketchbook to him.

"Hm? Really? I can?", he was a bit confused.

You nodded and kept your eyes at the clear blue sky.

He turned gently the pages over, examining each one in details. You found yourself being captivated by the sight of his fingers, turning the pages. Then you looked up at his face. You found him appealing.

You felt the urge to dry his portrait. Not being able to do it at that moment, you bit your lower lip.

"Cute", he side-eyed you with a small smile.

"What? The little corgi? Yeah, he surely is".

"Oh, you wanna play dummy? I can do that", he laughed.

"Can I draw you?", you blurted out, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Yeah, sure, I guess. I have one condition, though".

"I am listening".

"Don't get involved with the twins".

"Twins? Ah, Miya. What? Why so sudden? I hardly know anyone here. By the way, Osamu looked normal, I guess. They seemed a bit loud, though".

"You know me now. I saw you bumping with Atsumu in the morning. And their antics will get you into trouble", he mumbled, frowning a bit.

"If I went completely insane, I would think that you like me", you felt so confident, but regretted it instantly.

"Would it be so bad if I do?".

"No. Wouldn't it be too fast?", now you were blushing. You didn't expect him to be so bold and confident. You did share the feeling.

"Maybe it is that thing with the first sight", he put your sketchbook to the side and laid his head onto your knees. "Do you want some Chuupet?".

"I'd prefer something more nutritious".

"There is a café near, they make nice sandwiches and muffins".

"I have no choice but to come by then".

"Fine. Tomorrow. At 5. After school. You can draw. It is pretty quiet there".

"How can I say no now", you smiled at the thought of going on a date with him. "Look at me, first day at school and made a friend, that takes me out to eat something delicious", still, you didn't want to overthink the situation.

"What?!", he sounded annoyed, – "I don't want to be friends with you".

"You barely know me, you don't even know my name".

"Y/N. Class 4. Dorky. With old-fashioned movie taste. Amazing artist. You should probably make a living out of this", he paused, – "Rintarou".

Your face flushed, whether from the fact, that he knew your name, or from the fact, that he pointed out something you strived for. How in the world did he manage to know your name? It has passed only a half of the day.

"Are you a stalker or something?".

"Dummy", he gave a slight flick on your nose. — "Your sketchbook. It has your info paper".

Right… It surely had it …

"So… Rin. How are we going to share your spot. I am willing to claim it to myself", you were proud to mock him a little.

"Hmm. My spot. Your spot… Our spot. This is the way", he retorted, and your smile became laughter.

"You.are.a.dork, Suna Rintarou".

"I should go check it up then. What if it is contagious?".

Just like that, you found someone who saw you for who you were.

Someone to share your thoughts with. To crack silly jokes with.

And don't pretend.

It's something, that everyone need in their life, even if it won't last.

#sunarintarou #anime #haikyu #hq drabbles #hq x reader #sunarin #inarizaki #inarizakixyou #sunaxreader #rinxyou #haikyuu #animefanfiction #hqfanfics #furudate haruichi #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you

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cryptidmullet · 3 years

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sk8 headcanons (except they’re mostly renga)

- langa never really cared about music but when asked what his favorite type is he says classic rock or smth bc that’s the type of stuff his dad would play growing up

- reki listens to a lot of electric, upbeat kinda music mostly but when he’s working a board he likes to listen to slower songs so his playlist has a ton of american love songs in it

- langa introduces him to a ton of british new wave/rock and they make a combined playlist and title it “infinity” bc they’re sappy losers

- miya comes over to reki’s at least once a week to play mario kart and gets upset that reki wins every time (older sibling experience) so he makes langa play against him bc langa sucks

- miya mains baby bowser or shy guy, reki mains yoshi, donkey kong, or princess peach, and langa strictly uses waluigi

- langa shows reki old snowboarding channels he used to watch and reki gets super into it and starts doing a ton of research on snowboards, gear, etc. so that he and langa can talk about it sometimes

- reki is firmly anti-sock when he sleeps and langa is the opposite so the first time he sleeps over reki is like wtf but langa looks so confused and cute that reki doesn’t have the heart to make fun of him

- langa’s love language is quality time BUT after getting used to all the physical affection from reki he gets way more touchy as well

- he grabs reki’s wrist a lot when he wants his attention and presses their knees together when they sit next to each other at joe’s restaurant and he definitely starts resting his head on reki’s shoulder during lunch with the excuse that he’s tired

- one day after closing joe is cleaning up in the kitchen and he turns and nearly jumps out of his skin bc miya is standing outside the door in the dark and pouring rain with his hood up just staring at him

- he lets him in and miya forces him to make him a grilled cheese bc langa had told him about it and he wanted to try it

- cherry arrives in the middle of that exchange and joe ends up making him one too and cherry says he hates it but the next night tells him to make another one for him

- reki can’t pay attention in class unless he’s doodling and one day on the way to school he sees this person walking their dog and that day his entire notebook is just drawings of little dogs doing various activities

- reki also draws flyers for the flower shop hiromi works at and he and langa put them around town

- langa loves to play with the curl in reki’s hair by his ear

- the first couple times langa sleeps over they bring out the futon but never use it because they end up just falling asleep on reki’s bed while watching videos and talking so eventually they just stop taking it out

- as they get closer and especially after they make up from their fight langa gets a lot more talkative so reki’ll ride up to him in the morning and langa will start going off on some tangent about a new trick he wants to try or a cat he saw that reminded him of reki or a new food/drink he wants to try soon

- koyomi has a little crush on langa for the first month after she meets him and thats why she agrees to reki teaching her how to skateboard bc she wants to impress him (and also bc she thinks reki looks cool when he skates but she won’t admit that)

- reki knows how to braid bc he does it for the twins sometimes so one day when he and langa are just relaxing and reki is running his fingers through his hair he starts making a ton of tiny braids and langa doesn’t even notice until he gets home and his mom asks him about it

- at a certain point before they get together both reki and langa are sure that their feelings are reciprocated they’re both just not confident enough to make the first move

- but then one day at the skate park they’re laying on top of the half pipe with their legs dangling off the sides while they look at the stars

- it’s a comfortable silence like it always is between them and they’re laying real close and neither of them really think about it when both their hands come to intertwine between them

- langa kisses him on the cheek before they part ways that night and when reki goes inside and shuts the door he just slides down it and puts his face in his hands like a lovestruck teenager (which he is but anyway)

- langa has a little section in one of reki’s drawers of his clothes for school and S because of how much he sleeps over but he still “borrows” reki’s hoodies and sweatpants when he goes to sleep

- they hold hands a LOT and langa hugs reki from behind all the time and miya makes fun of them for it

- miya “why are all my friends so fucking gay besides shadow” chinen but then he sees shadow giving manager oka flowers and just sighs heavily

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mimi-cee-hq · 3 years

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A Genuine Mess - Atsumu x f!reader

Pairing: Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.

Genre, etc.: Tooth rotting fluff, Atsumu is a dork in love but still consistent with his canon character, reader is quiet but not timid

Warnings: none

Author's Notes: I wanted to try a different personality for the reader as well as taking one of Atsumu's negative character traits and flipping it on its head :) This was fun to write. Hehehe.

Words: 1.9k

*****

"What? She's here for me?" said Atsumu. He pressed his lips together to hide the smile forming on his lips. As he attempted to walk to the gym doors as normally as possible, Aran tilted his head while Osamu wore an amusing smirk.

Atsumu leaned on the frame of the gym doors. "What'd ya want?" he asked you, trying to be as smooth as possible. His voice didn't reveal his usual arrogance and was unexpectedly gentle.

"Could I see your hand?" you asked him with a quiet but direct tone.

When he held his hand out in front of you, you delicately turned it over, palm faced down, and positioned his fingers one by one. You didn't notice him gripping the side of his jersey in his other hand, trying to keep it together every time your fingers grazed his skin. You let go of his hand to pull out your phone and angled it to get a good shot of his hand.

Click.

"Thank you Atsumu-san," you told him, putting your phone away and leaving the gym.

Atsumu returned to the court, not even able to hide the childish grin from his teammates anymore. Some widened their eyes and others dropped their jaws as they witnessed the entire scene.

"So when did you start liking her?" Suna asked him.

"I don't like her," Atsumu adamantly responded.

A laugh escaped Osamu's lips and Atsumu told him to shut up. He hated that his twin knew exactly why he was acting like this.

*****

"Well that looks ugly."

Seated at your desk, you looked up from your sketch to see Atsumu's scrunched up nose. It didn't take long for it to disappear. Osamu whacked him on the head for insulting the quietest girl in class two and quite possibly their whole year.

"Sorry about this jerk," Osamu told you. "He doesn't have a filter."

But when he started to drag Atsumu away from you, they heard the rare sound of your voice.

"Miya-san," you said.

They both turned around but after looking at each other, they assumed you were referring to your classmate Atsumu.

"Why does it look ugly?"

"Ha?" Atsumu gawked at you. He scratched the back of his head. "I dunno. The shoulders just looked gross"–he got whacked on the head again–"Hey!" He glared at Osamu.

After they bickered for a bit, they turned their attention back to you, but you were already facing your desk, immersed in your sketch. Osamu raised an eyebrow at Atsumu, expecting him to know what that was all about, but he only shrugged his shoulders, not having a clue either.

The next time Atsumu heard your voice was when you came to see him at his desk.

"Ha? What's this?" he asked.

In front of him, you had placed another sketch. You didn't say a word but looked at him as if you were expecting some sort of comment.

Atsumu raised an eyebrow but looked at the sketch anyway.

"What's wrong with this dude's hand?" he asked as he squinted at the drawing, holding your sketchbook up to his eyes. "It looks like it's dislocated or something."

The classmate beside him shot his eyes open. He then looked up at you to see your reaction.

"Thank you," you told Atsumu with a little nod before returning to your desk. Those were the only words you had for Atsumu and they had left him and his classmate speechless.

Atsumu's eyes lit up the third time you came to his desk.

"Which one looks the worst?" you asked him, showing him three different sketches.

"This one," he said, pointing to the one in the middle. "There's no way a person could have hair like that."

You ignored his comment and asked him again which one looked worse. He still chose the middle one, saying the expression reminded him too much of his brother.

You gave him a nod as thanks and as he watched you return to your desk, there was a small uptick at the corner of his mouth, gazing at you gathering your pencils together and continuing your progress.

Over the next couple of weeks, he watched you from afar as you drew doodles during class when you should've been paying attention. He wondered if he should actually write notes from the lesson in case you needed them. Maybe he'd pass them to you the next time you showed him your artwork.

But you hadn't made a trip to his desk during the next two weeks. Why did you stop coming? So when you left the classroom, he quickly opened the sketchbook that was left on your desk and went through it page by page, curious to see what you'd been drawing this whole time. As he flipped through the pages, he saw how your drawings had gradually improved. He couldn't help but smile at your growth as an artist.

"Miya-san."

He jumped at your voice and snapped the book shut. He fumbled over his words. "I wasn't looking! It just fell and I picked it up from the ground!" he told you. "When I put it back on yer desk it just happened t' be like that!"

He then saw an expression he had never seen on your face. Your brows were furrowed and your lips turned into a frown. You let out a deep breath. "Miya-san, you're free to look through my sketchbook, but please don't lie to me."

His eyes widened before he lowered them to stare at the classroom floor. Shoulders sagging, he told you in a hushed voice, "I'm sorry." He sighed and dragged his feet back towards his desk. But just when he was about to pull out his chair, he heard your soft voice.

"Miya-san," you said, looking directly at him when he turned to you. "Like I said, you can come and look at it whenever you want."

Atsumu pressed his lips together, trying to hold back a stupid grin on his face. But his eyes betrayed his attempt as they crinkled and turned into crescents, elated at your offer.

*****

Over the next several weeks, Atsumu used any excuse he could to chat with you at your desk before he finally settled on talking to you about anything and everything. He tried to get to know you, asking you questions, but your answers were short and simple, not knowing how else to respond.

However, Atsumu shamelessly continued to talk about himself, his brother, the team, and whatever else was on his mind that day. You always nodded and listened with a smile.

"I think she's just being nice to you," commented Osamu.

"She's never stopped me," Atsumu replied with a huff, crossing his arms, which only resulted in Osamu shaking his head.

Without looking up from your sketch, you told him, "I like hearing him talk."

Osamu's eyes grew at your response but when he glanced over at his twin, Atsumu's ears and cheeks had turned red.

"Oh?" the silver haired twin said with a sly grin. "You're blushing 'Tsumu."

"No I'm not!" Atsumu said after clearing his throat and turning his head away. Osamu was about to tease him when instead, you said something that deepened his blush.

"It's cute."

Osamu's jaw dropped. Atsumu froze at your comment before deciding to put his face down on your desk, burying it into his arms.

As you and Atsumu got to know each other, he learned that you were still close with your friends from middle school. They were there for you, always supporting you and your passion for art. But when you asked them what they thought about your drawings, they had always said they looked good. You were grateful for them but you couldn't tell if they were just being nice.

"So is that why you asked me about yer drawings?" Atsumu noted. You confirmed it with a nod and he looked at you with longing eyes and a soft smile.

You caught him off-guard when you took a photo of him. "Your expression was interesting just now," you told him. "I want to use it as reference."

Atsumu blushed and covered the lower half of his face. He muttered something through his hands that you didn't quite catch.

"Hm?" you asked.

"Y-you can use me as reference any time."

You took him up on his offer. You'd often snap pictures of him, casually pulling out your phone when you'd find an interesting expression on his face. You even came to see him at practice when you wanted to practice drawing some hands. He often wondered what you noticed about him when you used him as reference, what expressions you saw in him.

One day after classes had ended and volleyball practice was cancelled, he sat at the other side of your desk as you switched to a different drawing pencil from your set. What did you see when you looked at him? His eyes? His nose? His lips?

His hand rose next to your face, his thumb grazing your cheek. When you looked up at him from your drawing, he pulled his hand back, suddenly realizing what he was doing.

He bit his lip, scolding himself for doing that to you. You called his name and his attention was back on you.

"Why did you stop?" you asked.

Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, not at all expecting those words. Looking at you through his eyelashes, he saw you directly looking back at him. Were you serious?

Somehow getting the courage to make a move, he drew his hand toward you and gently cupped your cheek. He bent over your desk and brought his lips near yours, stopping midway as if waiting for permission to follow through. You leaned in a little closer and he closed the gap, feeling your soft lips against his.

Pulling back, his eyes studied your face for some sort of reaction. He bit his lip, doubting if that was what you wanted. Perhaps he didn't do a good job or you had changed your mind after the kiss.

What if you were just doing this for reference?

He searched your eyes for an answer, not knowing that you saw the insecurity in his.

"I liked it, Atsumu."

His eyes grew. He was both delighted and flustered, not believing that he got to kiss you, that you'd accept a kiss from someone like him. He hugged you and placed a kiss on your forehead, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

*****

"Guys! I have a girlfriend!" Atsumu declared, storming into the gym the next day. They all raised their brows when they saw who was holding his hand.

"Are you serious?" asked Aran.

"It's probably fake," Suna commented.

"He must have bribed her or something," Osamu added.

"All of ya just shut up!" Atsumu yelled at them as they all gave him a skeptical look. He sighed and dropped his shoulders as he held your hand.

They snickered and teased him, but when there was a silent pause in the air, they heard your voice for the first time.

"I like him," you told his team. Your voice was quiet but they heard every word. They freaked out, gawking at the two of you, an unlikely pair.

Atsumu turned his face away because his cheeks went red again. Your words, more often than not, caused him to be up in a fluster.

*****

I hope you enjoyed it.

I couldn't help but have Suna say it was fake for all my "A Glimpse of Yellow" readers. lolll.

If you liked this one, you might like one of these:

1) my Tendou one-shot (timid!reader)

2) my Sakusa one-shot (where he gets a crush on exchange student!reader)

3) my Kyoutani one-shot (another unexpected pairing)

And I want to shamelessly throw in my Suna chaptered fic (fake dating) just because it's my current series. lol.

I also have a Google form for my taglist if any of you are interested in it.

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu scenarios #miya atsumu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu fanfic #atsumu fanfic #hihqnetwork #animehorizons #angelwalker’s virtues

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daikushiji · 3 years

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hi! i like your "i'm gonna marry this man" with oikawa, suna, and iwaizumi ❤️ can i request the same for tsukishima, osamu, and kita?? 😳👉🏻👈🏻

“I’m gonna marry this man” (pt. 2)

pairings: tsukishima x reader, osamu x reader, kita x reader

a/n: hellooo bby and thank you!!! i hope you gonna like this one too <33

[part 1 and part 3 here!!]

Tsukishima Kei

we all have to thank noya for this one

he was wandering around the school thinking about some new ideas for a tiktok

when he saw you two acting all lovey dovey by the vending machines

you once told tsukki your favourite snack and now he always buys it for you before leaving to go to practice

honestly he knows all your favourite things like the back of his hand

will he ever admit that he’s actually so whipped for you? ofc no

but still there he is offering you the drink that you like so much before you could even say that you’re thirsty

as you drink it, a silent giggle escapes his mouth

with a starstruck look on his face, he reaches out a hand to tuck in a strand of hair behind your ear

and when you look up, his gaze is already on your figure, eyes softening when they meet yours

seeing you smile at him, he feels his heart pounding like never before

and he wants to tell you about it, but he remains silent, just wondering how lucky he was to have met you

needless to say you’re pretty surprised to see the video noya posted where he calls you two a married couple

thinking that it's better to not tell anything to tsukki, you just brush it off

but the first thing you see at school the next morning is your boyfriend charging towards noya

”what are you doing?”

”i’m gonna delete that dumb video”

”why? you don’t want the world to know how much you love me?”

your teasing tone has him turning his head to the other side to finally face you

amused by his flustered expression, you pull his glasses down

and kiss the indent marked between his eyes, just to see his cheeks getting even more red

Miya Osamu

he videocalls you all the time, especially just to annoy you with the dumbest questions ever

(he’s so glad you can’t hit him through the screen)

”samu?”

”is cereal a soup?”

”bye”

and right after you hang up, he sends you a full paragraph explaining what he thinks

osamu loves to cook or clean on facetime with you because it feels really domestic

he will randomly start drawing doodles around you and then take pictures to set them as his wallpaper

you often catch him staring at you, but he always plays it off saying he was frozen because your wifi sucks

you make him feel so at ease that the two of you can even just do your own things in silence while on facetime

and it’s never awkward because you both love being in the company of one another

but his favourite type of calls are when you two fall asleep together

he usually calls while you’re getting ready for bed to chat

and then spending the rest of the night either having deep conversations or taking random screenshots of the other doing weird crap

no wonder you have so many photos of him sleeping saved on your camera roll

he looks just so adorable with his mouth slightly open and his head sinking in the pillow

so you post some of those saying that the biggest flex of your future husband is being a pretty sleeper

as you two are chilling on the couch, osamu gets a text from his twin

”eew so this is what i look like when i sleep?”

he doesn’t even pay attention to the tiktok, his eyes are fixed on one particular word in the caption

”husband?”

dying of embarrassment, you try to escape his embrace

but he stops you pressing his lips to the corner of your mouth

with his hair brushing your face, you feel him smiling into the kiss

then two arms wrap tightly around you, as he buries his face into your shoulder

”can’t wait for you calling me that”

Kita Shinsuke

he always has his hand on or near you

walking you home, he holds your hand the entire way

when the school halls get crowded, his hand rests on the small of your back to guide you

going out to eat, he wants to sit beside you and not in front of you because he needs to lace your pinkies together under the table

when you two are studying together, he will touch you with either his elbow or his knee the entire time

and then randomly take your hand in his to press them up to his warm cheek

he’s almost always tracing his fingers across your arm or down your back

and most of the time he’s not even aware that he does it because the feeling of your skin under his fingertips just feel so natural to him

you love to record these lovely moments between you two and sometimes you even post them on tiktok

“i guess that now you’re their boyfriend as well”

pressed into his chest, you’re reading to him some funny comments that your followers left under the videos with him

he chuckles softly, as he keeps smoothing your hair back to press his lips to your temple

then cupping your jaw, he gently tilts your head towards him

“sorry but i’ve already decided to spend the rest of my life only with you”

you nuzzle into his hand, leaving a quick kiss on his palm

“do you think we will get married one day?”

dragging some lazy pecks down to your ear, he engulfs you into a desperate hug

“well i’m gonna ask you for sure, i just hope you’ll say yes”

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sunasjellyfruit · 2 years

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First post hehe. Just a bunch of ideas that I have for this boy because I absolutely love him.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me if something's wrong :)

Suna soft headcanons

This man seems like the type of student that's literally a mess in class. Like, he would take a nap in the middle of the class while holding your hand (even if he knows that it bothers you, he just likes contact :(), or getting his AirPods to listen to music while the teacher is explaining something, handing you one because he knows that you both have the same music taste. And he will randomly start doodling in the corners of your notebook.

Study dates with him are basically his s/o going to his house, them both leaving their bags in the floor and laying in his bed together to take a nap, or to watch some Netflix, or to just be in silent while Suna strokes his s/o hair.

During cold seasons he would gladly grab your hand, and it would be so fucking pleasing because they're always warm.

If you both happen to be awake in the middle of the night, he would propose to cook something (like instant ramen or a pizza) and he would play music just to dance with you in the middle of the kitchen, with the moon peeking through the window and only a few lights on.

He loves night walks. He doesn't care if it's going on a sudden car ride around the town or a relaxing walk in the silent streets. He would be joking and laughing the entire time.

His Instagram is so aesthetic even though it doesn't have much photos. But he has a story highlight with just you. Like, photos of you, videos, and a lot of bullshit. He has another one of the Miya twins.

You two adore to joke (and bother) the twins. Whenever you go to the gym when he has practice, he purposely kisses you just to make Tsumu jealous. You two are a menace together.

His phone is also full of pictures of you. You might find some of them horrible but he lives them, he thinks that you look absolutely precious in every one of them, even in that one of you sleeping with drool falling from your mouth.

He adores when you wear his hoodies. Well, not only his hoodies, you kind of like own his whole closet but, he also has things from your closet so we can call it sharing. But when you wake up from a nap and he sees you, half asleep in his bed, with one of his hoodies and nuzzling against his chest, he can't help but leave a kiss on your temple.

And he would take care of you so well if you were sick like, he would be so worried but he wouldn't show it not to worry you :(. It doesn't matter if you just have sore throat, some fever or if you're almost dying in your bed, this man would be by your side 24/7. He would have all medicines and painkillers in your nightstand, a bottle of water always full, and he would even give you cuddles.

He's your number 1 supporter in everything. You're insecure about the new clothes you just bought? In his eyes you look beautiful. You got bad grades in a subject? It's okay, he's there for you to calm you down and then he's gonna help you to study that subject. You're having problems with your parents/family? He's gonna give you the best advices and he's going to reassure you that he will go with you if you need him.

He's the best partner you would want :(

And he's always up for adventures. You want to dye your hair because you're bored? Let's go. You want to spend the entire afternoon playing videogames? He'll play with you and he's not gonna let you win easily. You want to get a new piercing? He's getting one too.

You're never gonna get bored with him lol. Arcade dates, cat-cafe dates, modern art museum dates, everything you can think of.

And if he ever finds you having any doubts or bad thoughts about yourself, just know that he will do everything he can and more to support you and make you smile again. To Suna you're perfect, even if he doesn't show it a lot.

He's not the biggest fan of pda but he will hold your hand in public, he'll also get an arm around your shoulders and maybe even give you a kiss.

Oh but when you two are alone or with your friends? Oh boy, he's another person. His hands are on your waist, on you ass, on your tight if you're sitting, basically he's touching you, holding you. It's not because he's possessive or jealous, he trusts you and his friends, it's just his nature. The team is already used to your make out sessions in the middle of the park when you all go out together.

Talking about makeing out, oh my god he just loves it. He's obsessed with your lips (with your body in general but, you know). He'll start by kissing you softly, holding your neck, and if you don't end the kiss immediately then he knows he can continue. One of his hands will probably hold your waist, and well, and the other lands on your ass softly. Just grab his neck and he'll lose his mind. Or bite his lower lip. Yeah... You all know where this goes.

If you're ever having a bad day just know that he'll drop everything that he has to be with you. Even if it means skipping practice (please tell him to go back, the team probably needs him), he'll do it if it means that you'll be feeling better.

Speaking of skipping things, ask him to skip some classes with you and he's gonna gladly accept. He knows how to escape from high school like, dude he has done it so many times, this boy is like a gangster at this point 😭

And he's so hot like, Suna babe I need you.

He's hot and he knows it. He knows how to drive you crazy. Most of the time he doesn't need to do anything but, sometimes (sometimes means a lot of times ok?) he likes to do this things of stretching so his t-shirt lifts showing his abdomen, or flexing his arms to scratch his shoulder or his back.

And his hands? Have you seen this men hands? They drive you(me) crazy. And he knows it, and the funny part is that he makes this jokes of "I know you think my hands are pretty but they would look prettier on your neck". And sometimes the stop being a joke. Just sometimes. OKEY STOPPING HERE HEHE

Alright going back to the soft!Suna hours. He would hold you so tight while sleeping, as if he was afraid of letting you go. And in the morning he would be the "I wasn't holding you, you were hugging me really hard" type.

But in reality he's just a soft boy for you. Call him babe and he will melt. He also answers to "dude" but he will have a really serious and bothered face.

He's probably gonna call you something like sweetheart, babe, maybe princess. Or just your name, this men is a basic boy don't ask for much please.

If you're short (like me) he'll laugh and make fun about your height (and will purposely put things in high places so you don't reach them) but if someone makes fun about it, he'll beat them up.

He'd also memorize most of your favourite things. Fav coffe, fav colour, fav band, fav tv show/anime. He has a good memory. Very good indeed.

He sometimes needs his time alone, his space (guys he's an aquarius just like me, I know what I'm talking about). Just make sure to check on him once or twice a day, not to overwhelm him and he'll be back into your arms in a few days.

As a conclusion, he's a soft boy for you, he loves you, you're his everything and all those cheesy things that we all love.

Alright I can't think of anything else for the moment but I might do a part two at some point. Who knows.

#haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu suna #haikyuu headcanons #suna headcanons #haikyuu x reader #suna x you #hq headcanons #hq suna #hq #headcanons #my thoughts #haikyuu oneshot

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softomi · 3 years

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i like you so matcha

prompt: is it really a rivals to lovers if one likes the other?

pairing: osamu x reader

word count: 3.2k

general taglist: @graykageyama @tsumue @thesorebae @micasaessakusa @alouphen

Osamu wasn’t one to worry about competition; he had heard of the new café just a few stores down from his own restaurant and while he believed that the grand opening was nothing more than large interest, the hype reached his own workers. While he prides himself on providing a menu that is cost efficient and perfect for anyone; his workers seem to think that the new café combined low cost with high quality and aesthetics.

Again, Osamu wasn’t that interested in the new place until through the grapevine he heard they were selling onigiri. It wasn’t just any onigiri, apparently their take involved changing the color of the rice to add an artistic component. They were even going as far as shaping the onigiri into novelty orientations, one of his workers showcased the hello kitty onigiri.

Once more, Osamu tried to reason that it wasn’t interesting but he can’t help the sudden tick of his forehead when his brother walks right passed the windows of his restaurant only to emerge thirty minutes later with a to-go box of rainbow colored onigiri. It irked him even more when Atsumu had the audacity to sit at the counter and eat the onigiris with such happiness.

“Hey Samu, you think you could make some of these.” Osamu takes the box, promptly throwing it into the trash, eliciting a whine from Atsumu who declares that now he must wait another twenty minutes in line for more.

Osamu finds himself waiting in line with his brother. Atsumu cries that his stomach is hungry, but Osamu keeps his attention to how long the line is; it didn’t wrap around the block but it was fairly long enough to understand that the place was popular. The glow of the neon blue sign is just barely evident under the sun, but it must appear better under night conditions.

When he looks inside, he sees pristine white tables that balance with the brightly colored food; the chairs looked to have comfortable padding, some decorated with different colored pillows. There were mirrors displayed along the walls, one moon shaped, one stars, one of the sun, he takes it to understand that this was probably a theme of the café.

“We’re almost to the front!” Atsumu’s stomach growls the closer they get.

Osamu notices there’s decorative fairy lights along the window looking out into the street, the windowsill is large and he thinks it’s a good idea when he sees some customers using the space as a seating area. There’s a chalkboard used to display the menu behind the workers at the counter and even a small one at the cash register that lists the specials of the day.

Even as they find a seat, Osamu’s eyes are staring at the ceiling, how aesthetic, he thinks, there’s even a mirror above where they sat. He observes the customers, most are women but here and there are a few men; some with their lovers, some just here for the food. He can conclude that most of the hype of the place is from the aesthetic alone. It’s the perfect place for a photo opportunity with how decorated everything is.

“Order for Miya!”

Atsumu practically sprints to the counter and back. When Osamu tries to touch the food, Atsumu slaps his hand, “Wait! Let me take a picture!”

Osamu rolls his eyes; his brother has fallen into the trap that is the café. Atsumu takes five minutes to capture every angle that he can, even utilizing the ceiling mirror to get a picture of him and his brother with the food. Osamu takes note of Atsumu’s drink, clear plastic with a secure top; it allows you to see the different layers of the coffee but he knows once Atsumu mixes the drink it’ll turn green for the matcha flavor.

“Look!” Atsumu is shoving the cup in Osamu’s face, “There’s a design on the cup!” Atsumu’s eyes sparkle at the cute print of a Pokémon character, “That means I was one of the first hundred customers of the day.”

At this point, Osamu wants to applaud the aesthetic of the restaurant. Even taking the time to print on designs for customers as a novelty item to which they could boost about on social media, Osamu is impressed. But he reasons that the aesthetic of the place must hold to a high standard with the food.

So when he takes one of the onigiri’s, he’s ready to critique the flavor.

“Are you enjoying your meal?”

When Osamu looks up after taking a bite, the rice flows down the wrong pipe; he coughs loudly, wheezing at the way the salted salmon is a lump in his throat. Atsumu gives up his drink for his brother and Osamu nearly falls in love with the sweet taste of the matcha coffee.

“Are you alright?” Your hand is pressed on his shoulder, it moved from when you had been lightly hitting his back to help.

Osamu’s cough dies down as he watched you move to the counter; the workers listening intently to your words before nodding off.

“I’m sorry.” Osamu coughs for a last time as you approach the table.

Your hands are on your hips, a grin pressed neatly on your lips as you hold out a hand, “It’s my fault, I must have surprised you coming over all of a sudden. I’m the owner and you run Onigiri Miya don’t you?” Osamu feels sweat beat down the side of his face when he reaches out to grasp your hands, “I’m a big fan, you have great flavors, I can only hope that ours matches yours.”

Your attention turns to his twin, Atsumu gladly takes your attention, this gives Osamu time to collect himself. Osamu discoveries himself staring at you, you radiated a type of energy, one that he feels matches his own when it comes to running a business. The smile on your face makes him flush slightly and his palms remain sweaty from when he held your hand.

“It’s an honor to have a professional volleyball player eat at our establishment. We hope to see us on your social media page. One of my workers will bring over a free drink for the inconvenience.” Your head lowers in courtesy, waving to the men to continue their dining experience, “Oh and Mister Onigiri Miya, I’d love to bounce some ideas off you, I think we’d work great as partners for a few projects.”

Business partners was the last thing Osamu was going to agree to now that he had been up and close with the café; it’s been deemed a threat. It irked him when he saw you, a smile on your face as you wave to him early in the morning. His business seemed to always open and end with you, that’s how he discovered that even your hours of operation were the same as his.

It annoyed him when you visited, a large cup of matcha coffee in your hand as you offer it to him during the middle of lunch rush. It’s sweet when he drinks it, but he tries not to like it too much and he even tries to repress the craving for it on days when you don’t visit his shop. He even holds back the urge to visit the café when he really wants some matcha coffee.

He also finds it absolutely annoying how the parking spaces in front of his restaurant are always blocked by your customers. One time he stormed into your café, the workers were no stranger to his complaints. He’s automatically walking to your office in the back. When he can’t find you, he discovers you in a hidden kitchen meant for creative purposes.

“Oh, Miya Osamu. What can I do for you?” There’s rice on your cheek, your apron dirtied with minced ingredients, you wipe your hands on the ends of your apron to leave streaks of flour.

Osamu pushes aside the thought that he finds your hair pulled up cute, his hands on his waist as he puffs out his chest, “You need to do something about the parking situation! Your customers are parking in spots specifically meant for Onigiri Miya!”

You laugh, the back of your hand wiping against your cheek to remove the rice, “No problem! I’ll just put up signs on parking. Good?”

Osamu’s eyes twitch, the rice on your cheek is still stuck there and you can’t seem to find just where it is. He takes a step forward, fingers reaching out to graze the speck of rice and flick it off into another direction. You’re grinning.

“Thanks, did you want some coffee?” Your hand is already preparing a cup, pushing buttons on a machine as it spews out coffee, “I’m trying out some matcha and chocolate fusion drinks. I think I just figured out the perfect balance. Taste test?” You hold out the cup to him.

It’s sweet, just a perfect blend; absolutely beautiful. Osamu ends up taking the drink back to his restaurant, eyes staring at the cup with doodles of hearts and stars.

The next day, Osamu barges into your office stating that the music from your café is too loud, even though he’s three stores down, and none of his workers could hear anything but he’s insisted that the music is too distracting. He returns once more with a complimentary drink and a lighter mood than before.

“Isn’t he being too demanding?” One of your workers watches Osamu peer into the shop.

You’re smiling, already prepping the matcha drink, “I think it’s cute.”

“He’s acting like he’s part of the neighborhood watch committee.” Your worker stands straight up, “Good morning mister Miya, another complaint today?”

Osamu crosses his arms, lips in a thin line, “If you’re going to have your workers hand out flyers, I would prefer it if it wasn’t done in front of my restaurant.”

“Here’s your order.” The cup in your hand is stretched out to him.

“I didn’t.” Osamu frowns but his finger brush against yours when he reaches for the cup.

“I’ll be sure to tell them to stay closer to our café.” Despite him turning away, he flushes, “Have a great day Miya Osamu!” Your voice makes his ears go red.

The workers giggle when he turns around to thank you. It was painfully obvious that he had a crush on you. Excuses upon excuses as a way to step into your café and have brief moments with you. His eyes distracted by the cup, he runs into the door, giggles follow him as he leaves.

Osamu has himself crouched behind the counter, hands in his hair, hiding from the world. He remains a roadblock to his workers but they all move around him; he can’t possibly step back into your café after that embarrassing moment.

“It probably wasn’t that bad sir.” The worker has been waiting for five minutes trying to get one of the rice bags from behind Osamu.

Osamu digs his hands into his hair, “I basically face planted into the door.”

“Can I just get the rice please? We have orders.”

When Osamu stands to his feet, the wind gets knocked out of him. You wave from behind the counter and Osamu coughs as though he was busily trying to do something from under.

“Can I help you with something?”

You lean on your toes, it makes him want to delve just a little closer to you, “Yeah, there’s a car blocking one of our carry out spots, it has an Onigiri Miya sticker on the bumper so we thought maybe it was yours?”

Osamu facepalms, he had forgotten to move his car. He’s quick to round the counter, making his way to you until he feels it. He’s suddenly thrusted forward, unable to comprehend the wet floor sign before he’s tumbling right into you. Your hands steady his arms, Osamu’s find themselves clutching your waist. He was blushing madly, nose brushing against yours; customers and workers alike stare at the rather intimate hold.

“Are you alright?”

Osamu lets go but the step he takes back makes him slip, your arm stretches out to grasp him but it only sends you forward. Everyone gasps. Osamu lands on his ass, your body hovering over him and he’s blushing even harder now with your breath against his skin.

“I’m so sorry.” You pull away from him.

“It’s my fault.” Osamu dusts himself off, helping you to your feet, even holding your hand to try and balance the both of you, “Are you okay?”

Besides minor embarrassment, you grin to him, “Nothing I haven’t experienced before. Have you ever slipped and spilled rice in the middle of lunch rush, effectively getting grains of rice in everything?” Osamu laughs, “Truly one of my more embarrassing moments.”

He feels his heart suddenly more at ease, the restaurant goes back to their bustling conversations and the two of you walk out together. Osamu thinks to himself that the term rivals didn’t fit the category that he has you under in his head.

“It’s called love.” Atsumu draws the word out and Osamu smacks his arm, effectively making Atsumu bang his head against the table, “Dammit Samu! Stop doing that!”

“Stop being stupid then.”

Atsumu begins a snarky outcry of obscenities at his brother. He doesn’t mind it as he sees you walking past his restaurant. The sun makes it hard for you to notice him through the windows but he has a perfect view of you carrying boxes towards your café. Your steps halt as the top box begins to tilt, leaning the rest of the boxes in the same directions.

“I got you.” Osamu pushes the boxes, he takes the top half to balance in his hands, “I’ll help you.”

“Thanks.” You beam, “I see your brother is visiting.”

When Osamu looks at the window, Atsumu has his face pressed against the glass. His heavy breathing creating fog, “Samu!” It amuses you when Osamu knocks against the glass, sending Atsumu to jolt back, “Samu! Get me some onigiri from the café.”

“You’re literally in an Onigiri restaurant!” Osamu barks.

Your giggle pulls him along and as if cupid had struck him with fifty arrows, he follows you happily.

It came to no surprise for literally everyone when Osamu finally mustered up the courage to ask you out. In the after hours of work, he discovers you flipping chairs all by your lonesome; his hand knocks against the glass, it causes you to jump in surprise but it quickly fades when you see him motioning for the locked door.

“Where are all of your workers?” Osamu has begun to help turn the chairs onto the tables, something he’s accustomed to doing at his restaurant.

“I sent them home. I don’t like making them stay too late.”

Osamu thinks about how his workers are cleaning up at the moment; he follows you to the back, eyes trailing themselves over your body, he finds the way your hair is tied with ribbons to be cute and he wonders if you look just as cute with your hair down.

“Osamu?”

He blushes when you bring him back to reality, “Sorry, I was thinking about something.”

“I’m just finishing up some prep for tomorrow, you don’t have to stay.” Your hands dust flour onto the table, your fingers forming bagels for tomorrow’s breakfast rush.

Osamu stands next to you, he curiously takes a piece of dough, following your hand movements to form the bagel shape, “This is the first time I’ve formed bagels.”

“Really?” You glance at him, “You’re a natural, I’d definitely hire you as a chef.” Unexpectedly, Osamu feels your hand hold over his, “You just need to make sure it’s all uniform. I don’t think my customers would enjoy bagels that are one size five times bigger than another.”

It’s another two hours before you two finish forming and proofing the bagels for the next day. He waits outside the doors of your café, he can clearly see his workers are just about to leave too, they snicker seeing him waiting outside. He quickly motions for them to go away, when the door chimes, he pretends as though he was just about to scratch his head.

“Thanks for the help.” Your hair falls past your shoulders, Osamu wishes time would stop for a second so he could run his fingers through them. It’s just the two of you standing on the empty street, the lamps barely doing you justice, “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Wait.” Osamu tugs on your sleeve, “Do you want to have dinner with me? Or will you? I mean, you don’t have to but if you want to.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Osamu gulps, “Are willing to go out with me?”

He may have reached another level of joy when you clasp onto his arm, “Duh! You’re a little slow but you got there eventually.”

Osamu lets you drag him along the sidewalk, opting for a place nearby rather than driving elsewhere. He can’t help the smile of content on his face watching you stuff your mouth with food. The meal is comfortable and nice; but the date is absolutely, blissfully, perfect. At the end of the night, he walks you to your car, hands dug deep into his pockets and he isn’t sure if he should shamelessly kiss you or do the awkward hug and goodbye.

“Are you thinking if you should kiss me or hug me?” You laugh when he looks at you bewildered.

“Are you reading my mind?”

You lean forward, a whisper on you, “It’s a secret superpower I have.” The both of you chuckle and before he can register it, you stand on your toes, pressing a quick kiss onto his cheek. You open the door to your car as he blushes profoundly, “Normally I don’t kiss on the first date, the one on the cheek is just a guilty pleasure, because you’re cute.”

Osamu knew from the beginning that the competition shouldn’t have been one to worry about. What he should have been worried about was how cute the owner was.

“Uh-oh, here comes leader of the neighborhood watch committee.” Your workers snicker seeing him strut into the café, “Good morning mister Miya.”

“I have a complaint.” Osamu crosses his arms, eyes staring at you. He leans forward, “I’d prefer it if you kept your hair down.” His fingers pull on the ribbon in your hair, your strands fall to your shoulders.

On your toes, your lips meet his from over the counter; there’s a hum in him, “We take complaints here very seriously.” You steal the ribbon from his fingers, “But you know I can’t be walking around with my hair down.”

“I have a solution.” He situates a hat that he’s made appear out of no where onto your head. He pushes strands of your hair behind your ears and fixes the hat’s strap to fit nicely onto your head, “Perfect.”

You roll your eyes to your boyfriend, “It says Onigiri Miya on the hat doesn’t it.”

Osamu happily claps his hands, “Product placement.”

“You’re so shameless!” You set the drink in front of him, “Cash or card?”

Osamu scoffs, “You’re making me pay now?”

“Yup.” You wink to him, “It’s what boyfriends do.”

“You boyfriend trapped me with free matcha coffee.” Osamu takes the drink, pressing a kiss on your lips quickly, “Put it on my tab.”

“You literally don’t have a tab, Samu!” He’s laughing as he runs away with the drink, turning around to blow you a kiss before running off to his restaurant to prepare for the lunch rush.

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secondhand-trash · 3 years

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boys, their rooms, and what it feels like to stay in them

A/N: this is a direct consequence of me looking through bed sheet+pillow case sets and thinking who would have which colour scheme lmao

Pairings: Miya Atsumu/Oikawa Tooru/Nishinoya Yuu/Kita Shinsuke x reader

Word count: 1263

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Miya Atsumu

Miya Atsumu’s room was full of life, full of signs that there was someone who lived and laughed and cried and woke up to each new day in there.

Your first impression of his room when you stepped into it was that it was a mess, even though he argued that he could always find what he needs when he needs it. His things were littered everywhere. A volleyball leaning against the closet, his jacket dangled on the back of his chair, and groups photos stuck all over his walls. His bed was never made, the blanket kicked to the edge and put a smile on your face at the image of him burying his face into his pillow, his legs kicking at the covers as he grudgingly forced himself awake.

Ultimately his space was... him. Finally having his own space after having to share made him indulge in it as much as he could, and the unabashed display of personality in front your eyes was the end result. There was a baby photo of him and his twin pushed back against the corner of his desk, a group photo of his beloved Inarizaki teammates from his most carefree days stuck next to a cut out from the Sports Monthly published right after his VLeague debut. The Polaroid of him lifting you up as you laughed at one of his stupid jokes had doodles all around it, nearly covering all the white spaces with your jabs abut his hair and his complains that you were not cooperating.

Full of him, tugging you by the sleeve closer and closer to him with each glance of your eyes. Until he pulled you into his arms, into his bed that was too tiny for his large frame and you, and right on his chest as you fell asleep to your whole head full of the steady breathing from his chest.

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Oikawa Tooru

For someone so mesmerising, so bright and so hard to ignore once you saw his light, Oikawa Tooru’s room was surprisingly simple.

White linens, heavy curtains that hadn’t been changed since the last tenant, wallpaper in a muted cream.

He had never been one for excessive materialistic possessions. He did not really think that these four walls standing on foreign land was home, at least not yet. It would take a while before the sound of people shouting as the day awakes each morning become familiar to his ears, he still had a long way to go till he no longer has to think and concentrate to know that the bakery owner was screaming at the clerk for sliding a pan onto the floor or the truck driver was honking because the worker was too busy flirting with the girl waiting for her bus to actually be quick with his work.

But empty walls would eventually be filled up. One frame at a time, one postcard from home at a time, one crash into his arms when you see him after so long at a time. And suddenly his room was filled with the sounds of you laughing at something he said, white sheets tangling your bodies as you basked in being surrounded by his scent that you so missed.

There was home when he watched the San Juan sun filtering through the flowing curtains that blended into the walls, the temperature of your skin slowly melting into the white lining tangling around his waist the day slowly woke up, as he waited for you to wake up, while he enjoyed the way your chest rose and fell steadily against his mattress for just a little longer.

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Nishinoya Yuu

Nishinoya Yuu spent a good amount of his life chasing the sea wind blowing through his hair, running after the vague memory of the wide fields where the scent of grass evades your senses with each gentle brush of your finger along the soil, going where ever he wants as long as he wanted, that he never did spend much time in one single room until the time finally come for the bird to build its nest.

His room was the one shared with a few others he could barely communicate with through gestures in a youth hostel in Naples, then it became the rundown bunk at the cheap room he got as part of his salary as a shipmate in Italy, or a sleeping bag at the bottom of some cabin if he hadn’t been lucky. But all and all, he didn’t care much. He’s happy as long as he woke up each day feeling ready, ready to head onto the next pin point of his map.

Some days you would squeeze into his cramped bed with far too hard mattress with him when you join him, listening to the sea crashing onto the shore outside as you focus on his arm around your waist instead of how vividly you could hear each noise outside.

He never stopped wanting to see the world, only his world had come to find the place it can always circle back after each flight. His final destination was where he could hang all the knickknacks he collected on his way, with the seashells you picked together on the beach of Santorini next to the plastic replica of the sphinx he bought at a roadstand in Kairo.

Here, the bed was soft and the furniture all looking somewhat different in style but came together in harmony.

And when he pulled you close to his side, tugging the blanket up on your frame before bidding sweet dreams with a yawn, you felt like you had the world in your arms too.

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Kita Shinsuke

Kita Shinsuke’s room was so tidy and so spotless that it was hard to believe that it belonged to a young man.

The factor of simplicity was hard to miss. He preferred not putting much of his possessions or keepsakes on display, keeping them nicely somewhere safe rather than letting it become a collector for dust and a headache during cleaning. The design of the old house he lived in meant that you wouldn’t even get to see his bed unmade for just a second. The futon and tatami was always rolled up and stored in the cupboards neatly each morning after he woke up, only smoothen out again after a long day and the moon hung high.

The distinct smell of fabric softener was still left in the blankets that were not often used, with some trace of the sun’s ambiguous scent lingering from the ritualistic task of letting each sheet air dry on a sunny day. There was nothing out of place at the sight of the young man sitting with his legs together, back straight and hands on both thighs, the type of ease and calmness that seemed way beyond his age.

A calm space creates a collected mind, that was what he told you as he took out the spare futon for you the first time you stayed over.

He wouldn’t even initiate anything out of his place, even as you were just breathes away in the now dark room after the lights turned off. The futons laid out side by side properly as you laid next to him, your eyes closed but too conscious of each inhale from your side that you couldn’t let your mind drift away.

But that doesn’t meant he would stop you if you eventually got closer and closer until you slipped yourself under his cover, the faintest smile tugging at the corner of your lips when you felt an arm around your shoulder.

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thisnoodlewritesao3 · 3 years

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Alright alright alriiiight~ so again please don't do this if it stresses you out jsjdjdkdkkd

-Write something on your own skin, appears on the other’s skin as well

Idk i just feel like this one has so many possibilities ndkskkdisididkek and vibes (all the vibes) but it could be super fluffy and like look in middle school and high school i was constantly writing things on my skin, like from homework assignments to song lyrics that sounded good or like hit a little too close to home bdndjfjdjd but yeah I'm so excited to see what you come up with!!!! (Pronouns are open and if there's anything else you want to know message me!!!)

And this one came too easy to me. Omg I loved this so much sjfgsdjfhjsdhfsjfgsdhfghj Had to pick a little surprise (I say surprise but it is out of the 4 I told you, so we gonna ignore that okay? Okay). Enjoy all the fluff

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“I promise, this is going to be so worth it.” Osamu was practically drooling as he led the team towards his favourite restaurant. “The food is so good.” That was high praise coming from Osamu - despite that he loved any food, he held his standards up and above.

So, for him to give such a small time restaurant such high praise, it must have been good. That was what Kita had deduced as the team was taken down a dingy alleyway and through the curtain of what looked almost like a shack.

They were greeted quickly, “Miya twins and friends,” the owner chuckled loudly, opening his arms wide as a woman poked her head from behind a door in the back, smiling at them so sweet they thought she might just be honey, “not here to cause trouble again are ya?” Kita cringed, because of course the Miya twins would cause trouble anywhere.

“Ain’t our fault that guy was a perv,” Atsumu shrugged, walking towards the back corner where the larger tables sat.

There was a friendly air about the establishment, regulars relaxing at the bar while talking idly with the owner. It was nice. The only thing that seemed slightly off about the place was the sound of a girl singing somewhere, but Kita couldn’t pinpoint from where. It was angelic, like the heavens had called out to him. He couldn’t have been more thankful that Miya Osamu existed- even though he’d be sure to eat those words one day.

The singing is cut off far too quickly and Kita is forced to talk to them - not that he doesn’t like it, but he’d just rather hear that voice. “They have great onigiri, and-” Kita takes a break from Osamu’s food rambling to actually look at the menu. Everything is reasonably priced, well within their budget.

In the midst of his looking, a voice calls out to them, “Samu, Tsumu,” you cheer, brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear and planting your hand on your hip, “and friends.” You glance around at the table, eyes lingering on Kita for a second. “Or are they enemies? Am I about to witness yer enemies-to-lovers trope?” You tap a pen only your chin, giggling to yourself.

“Yer mad, they’re just our team.” Atsumu rolls his eyes.

“Ya work well in a team?” You sound so shocked that it’s amusing.

“I wouldn’t say they work well…” Ginjima laughed. You only laughed harder when Atsumu practically threw himself across the table.

“That makes more sense.” You snort and smile so widely the corners of your eyes crinkle. A pen rests on the back of your ear as you start patting down your pockets, “so, what can I get ya today?” You ask. Osamu starts talking, but you’re almost too focused on something else, brows furrowing together. Eventually Osamu stops speaking - but only when you look over your shoulder, calling out, “Ma- Ah, nevermind,” and pulling the pen from behind your ear, holding the cap between your teeth.

It was like you’d committed Osamu’s order to memory, quickly writing it on your arm before glancing around the others.

Kita can’t help but comment, “aren’t you going to use a notepad?” You look up at him, pen floating above your arm.

“What’s it to ya?” A playful smirk tugs at your lips, something twinkling in your eyes, “I would if I had one, but ya didn’t exactly give me time to prep.” You shake your head lightly, looking at Atsumu.

“Ink isn’t good for your skin, you should get a notepad.” His simple way of showing that he cared about your well-being must have gone off well as you smiled brightly, giggling again.

“Yer a sweetheart, but fun fact,” you smirk again, making sure to stare him directly in the eyes as you speak, “did ya know that writing on your own skin can help ya meet yer soulmate?” You really are radiating something ethereal, so maybe that explains why Kita’s heart just skipped a beat.

“I suppose you’re right.” He clears his throat, hoping that the warmth in his cheeks isn’t showing itself.

You laugh softly again, finally taking all of their orders, walking away from them with such confidence that it leaves him stunned. He truly is entranced with you and he can’t explain why.

After that, nothing out of the ordinary happens. Not until he gets home and realises he has an entire menu written on his arm - or what seems like a menu. Kita would never write on himself, but he knew that his soulmate definitely had a habit of doing just that. It doesn’t take him long to figure out that this wasn’t just any order from a restaurant, but it’s they’re order (even down to the amount they all had to pay).

His heart stopped. Could it really be? Were you, the girl with the angel voice, his soulmate? He wanted to run back to that restaurant and tell you the great news. And he did - go back there - though he never seemed to be able to find the courage to tell you.

Instead, he found himself grateful that he could watch from afar. It had become far too often for him to appear at the restaurant by himself; some days you were there, other days you had to focus on studying. There were even times when you moved downstairs and studied with him next to you.

He found out so many things about you. Like how you used to sing for your school but quit because high school is tough, man. How you don’t always help out with the restaurant, but when you do, it brightens your day. He found out that when you first met the Miya twins, your dad was threatening to kick them out and the only reason they stopped fighting was because you glared at them - he liked that you could have that effect on people.

And for a while, he was happy keeping these meetings to himself, keeping you to himself.

But it’s not enough. He knows that - he can feel how his heart screams for you. So, how is he going to tell you that he’s fallen madly in love with you? Maybe in a way you’d understand. He took a pen from his desk, muttering a silent sorry to everyone he’d promised that he wouldn’t write on his own skin, before sending you a message. I think I love you.

What else can he do but wait? Nothing. He already finished studying for the night, he was actually ready to go to sleep before he decided to do this. Now his heart was racing too much for him to be able to do anything else.

He stared down at his wrists, breath hitching when he saw you responding. He squeezed his eyes shut because he didn’t want to see it. Not yet.

He waits an entire five minutes - he counted - before he opens his eyes and looks at the message.

Ink isn’t good for your skin, Kita, if you really want to confess. You should at least message me.

Your number is scribbled next to the words and he laughs, because of course you would say that. You loved to tease him far too much, but at some point you had stopped arguing that ink was bad for your skin. Maybe you had figured it out sooner than he thought.

Before he understands what he’s doing, he called you, and you’ve answered, giggling all over again, “and here I thought you’d keep giving me lectures for my little doodles.” He can’t help it when he laughs too, because you really are an angel. “Guess what, Kita?”

“What?”

“I think I love you, too.”

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lilikags · 3 years

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Dedication (Kita x reader) || Chapter 1

ೃ‧₊› a b o u t t h i s p o s t° ➮ Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader ➮ Series ➮ Tags: fluff ➮ Word Count: 1057

The warmth under the covers made you extremely inclined to ignore your alarm, along with the heaviness of your body. Your eyelids refused to open as your conscience flowed back into your body, the calm serenity of sleep morphing into dread. The high pitch of the alarm clock never failed to annoy you to the point where you woke up; though, that was the point, wasn’t it? You lifted the covers, taking away the enclosure of warmth you so badly wanted to stay under.

Grudgingly, you dragged yourself to the bathroom, rubbing your eyes as you filled the cup with water. You quickly brushed your teeth and headed downstairs. Your mom had gone to work already, leaving out the bread for you to toast. Still somewhat half-asleep, you didn’t even bother to toast it. It didn’t matter, as long as you got something in your stomach, so that you wouldn’t starve to death before lunch.

When you finished, you half-heartedly got your feet out the door, on the way to school. You lived near, so it wasn’t much to walk. The route was the same as always, and you focused on the sidewalk. Your brain refused to handle anything more complicated, and so this was what you were going to think about as you made your way to the destination you did not want to be at today. Sometimes, some pebbles between blocks of sideblock seemed more interesting than others. You didn’t know why, no one knew why, it was just the vibe that made it different. Most people, even you, wouldn’t notice small things like that normally; maybe it was the sleepiness that allowed you to see it.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at school. You headed to your shoe locker and changed your shoes like any other day, and arrived at your classroom. You waited a few minutes for class to start as usual, and you took the time to take a quick nap. You were awoken by the homeroom bell, signaling that the school day had started.

Class was especially boring; you didn’t know if it was the sleepiness or whether the topic was just boring. At any rate, you had something else to think about. You had intended to join another club, and you had one in mind. Your old one, (club of your choice), had disbanded this year due to a lack of members. There were basically you and (b/f/n) in the club, and having only two people in the club wasn’t enough, sadly. So, you were going to apply to the manager of the boy’s volleyball club. You could definitely become popular when you did- there was an awfully high chance, but that wasn’t really the reason for joining. Many would say you had a crush on Miya Atsumu, which really wasn’t true, but he did seem like a bit of a fun person to just hang around. The real reason was that (b/f/n)’s uncle was their coach, and he was looking for a manager this year. You almost thought that it might be a good idea for (b/f/n) to become their manager, but you then remembered that she had miserably failed at the job and quit in your first year.

You doodled on your paper as you half-listened to your teacher give her lecture. You took minimal notes, as your hands were busy filling the page with sketches instead of words. It wasn’t like it really mattered though; the topic was pretty easy for you. By the time class had ended, your paper had been entirely filled with a few good sketches, a few miserably failed. You didn’t mind though; it was better than trying to not fall asleep at the lecture.

You went through the day, waking up at sometime a bit before lunch, but then got sleepy again after. It was just a thing that happened after lunch. It happened after dinner too; after you ate, your motivation hid and you didn’t want to do any work. You wondered why it didn’t happen at breakfast too; perhaps it was because you were already feeling in such a way.

After school, you made your way to the volleyball gym, to inquire about the position. You didn’t know much too about volleyball particularly, and you still had time to choose a club for this year. This was the most interesting part of the day, and it was quite interesting to say the least. You had always loved watching sports games; they were exciting, but you had always been curious to see what exactly happened behind the scenes.

You walked on your way there, appreciating a side of the school you hadn’t really been too. Your club room for the previous two years had been on the opposite side, and you had never really gone this way. It was a nice change of view; you could definitely get used to this. As you made your way near to the door, ready with questions about the position in your mind, you could hear a few yells from the same people, and the door burst open. You could feel the two heavy bodies accidently hit you, and an unfamiliar “pop” could be heard. It happened so fast, so unexpectedly, you kind of just sat there on the floor. The yells had stopped, and you could see two players looking at you, with a face that said, “Oops… that didn’t really happen… yeah…”

You instantly felt the pain appear, your facial expression showing it. It’ll go away soon. You attempted to stand, and you miserably failed. One of the twins, Miya Osamu, gave you a hand and a “Ya okay?”, and you took it, still failing to stand. The pain was still there, and the longer it stayed, the less welcome it was.

“Ya better not have hurt someone,” a voice came out of the gym. You turned to see Kita Shinsuke, one of your classmates. Oh, he’s in the club. Cool. You were still sitting on the floor, and by this time, you accepted that it was difficult to get up. You heard the twins with their muffled “I’m sorry,” and they had completely calmed down from their argument.

“I’m so sorry about that,” he approached you. “Let me take ya to the nurse’s office.”

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cherryonigiri · 4 years

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Osamu with a S/O that loves to bake + cook

Anon asked: hiii! may i request a haikyuu matchup if you’re not busy with other requests? um i’m around 5’2, gemini INFP with long black hair and a kind of muscular build? like i have a broad build around my shoulders but slim around my torso with toned legs. i’m really reserved at first to strangers but laugh a lot and smile around people i’m close to. omg i’m also really smart school wise like in the top 5% but i’m also the really slow/biggest idiot at the same time LOLOL i’m also very compassionate and supportive towards others and cry quite easily. oh and i love to bake and cook especially for other people hehe. i enjoy working out occasionally through HIIT and playing tennis. and finally painting and drawing are some of my guilty pleasures. omg this was so long i’m so sorry!! thank you in advance if you decide to do this!! :-)

A/N: hi anon! Honestly having matchups to write is always great - I really enjoy writing them and love seeing them in my inbox :). Don’t worry about me being busy with other requests, having matchups is super helpful because they help me get into writing mode: which helps since I’m working on a longer multi-chapter piece (stay tuned for a surprise soon!) + a bunch of other scenarios/hcs I procrastinated. P.S. I’m also an INFP :))) Enjoy~~

You matchup is:

Miya Osamu

Probably met him as one of his first regulars at Onigiri Miya

You just know that Onigiri Miya has some of the best food in the city and you would always drop by after classes/working out to pick up some onigiri

Eventually began chatting Osamu up while you were sitting at the counter because hey he was cute and you know he’s a great chef

Probably stayed in this banter phase for a bit - Osamu eventually realized he was interested in you and probably tried to subtly flirt by giving you extra onigiri on the house + complimenting you

It kinda goes over your head at first/you’re a bit oblivious - but eventually you catch on and the two of you flirt back and forth for a while

Atsumu probably has a hand in you two getting together - he probably walks into onigiri miya and is like ‘oh so you’re the y/n my twin can’t shut up about’

Cue embarrassed + face-palming osamu + you’re slightly confused bc you didn’t think Osamu’s twin would look that similar to him

But yeah after that little mishap (of course he kicks Atsumu’s ass first) Osamu works up the courage to ask you out

Now you have your ‘spot’ in onigiri miya - a seat in the corner near the kitchen. Osamu always saves it for you when you want to come in and study - you work really hard to keep up with your grades

You two love baking and cooking for each other - often date nights involve surprising each other with different dishes - and you two take turns doing the main course/dessert

Probably ends up naming an onigiri/menu item after you because he is secretly such a sap

Plus sometimes you show up to Onigiri Miya around closing time to surprise him with the products from your stress baking

Biggest supporter for his business - whenever he gets stressed about expanding or suppliers or something about the restaurant you’re always there to listen to him

Even though he no longer plays volleyball - Osamu is still a pretty active guy. The two of you like to go to HIIT classes/do workouts together - either at home or in the gym

Will occasionally agree to play tennis with you - not a huge fan of all the running but he enjoys getting to do something with you

If the two of you move in together you bet you’ll have a top of the line kitchen - Osamu likes to have you taste test his new onigiri ideas + in general just likes cooking for you

I feel like the two of you would have such a domestic vibe - you probably have a cooking/chore schedule pinned on the wall/fridge

Cooking meals together in your PJs + movie nights with homemade snacks is the vibe

Osamu probably saves a lot of your doodles/drawings/paintings

Even if you doodle on a napkin he’ll save it - i feel like he has a whole folder/envelope of your art!

Probably pins your paintings and drawings around your shared apartment

Might not be the most outwardly affectionate person but he definitely speaks through his actions - whether it’s preparing you lunch whenever you have classes/work or helping you with chores when you’re tired

I feel like his favorite thing is waking up to you in the morning - he has to wake up pretty early to open up his store but if you aren’t up he’ll always press a kiss to your forehead before leaving

I could definitely see you eventually helping him run onigiri miya - your interest in cooking/baking could definitely work with his own love of food!

Definitely will take a week off to surprise you with a foodie tour of another city/country! The two of you love to travel to other cities to try their iconic street food/cuisine!

I feel like he would be the kind of guy to propose using one of those melting chocolate spheres.

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mxtcha-tea · 3 years

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✎desc; how I would rate haikyuu character's drawing.

✎team[s]; fukurodani, inarizaki

✎genre; crack

✎language[s]; english

✎chef note; okay, first off, I'm not a professional drawer but I can still rate drawings. This idea just came to me like a minute ago and I had to do it now, so enjoy :)

fukurodani.

Bokuto

Aight, I see that we started off greatly.

In all honesty, he have no idea how to draw,

And of course his drawing would look,,,, quite terrible i'm so sorry bokuto lovers

He's that kid in art class where's when the teacher already told them what to draw,

Bokuto sat there on his chair, staring at the canvas

Like, what is he suppose to do? Draw?

Well, yeah technically but what???

I can totally see him frustratingly erase the sketch if it can be called as a sketch

And then proceed to try to copy other people's work

Keyword; try

It's bad but at least he had an effort to finish it

4/10, there I said it

Akaashi

His drawings are not that professional but it's pretty

Have you ever seen a drawing that you wanted to stare at it for hours until you're satisfied?

That what's his drawing are like

Not typically an art kid so he's fine when student's from his art class asked him to draw for them

And is feeling pretty neutral with his talent (he actually won't call it a talent but more like a hobby or sum)

And just say 'thanks' if peoples compliments his drawing

Let say his drawing is, a good 8/10

A decent drawer in conclusion :)

Konoha

Not a bad drawer but he rather keep it basic

Konoha's prolly too lazy to draw something over the top so he's just gonna draw flower or something ksndnzkj

Sometimes sleep during art class and had to ask what they had to draw

Proceeds to decently draws a scenery

He's totally not the creative kid so whenever the teach tell them to draw something, he'll always go with basket of fruits, like,

Man, I appreciated the drawing but at least put some effort on thinking what to draw

The art teacher also kept telling him that he have raw talent and should enhance the skill more,

But that never happened, no

"Sorry ma'am, I'll just stick to volleyball, thank you,"

One part of the art room has a section of konoha's basket of fruits drawings but in different mediums

Rating is 7/10

Washio

IS actually an art kid and you cannot convince me otherwise

Has a small sketchbook with him and he'll always doodle when he's bored or in a middle of a lecture (while taking notes of course)

His main skill in drawing tho is painting

The colors blends in so well with one another and he's good at picking color palettes

Also, he doesn't really get that annoyed if some kids from his class ask him to teach them how to draw

Or even look through his sketchbook

He'll just nod and hand it to them without a second thought

Ajsjdhsijsi Washio get so blushy when someone compliments his drawing,,,,

I’ll give a 10/10 :), congrats

Sarukui

The best that he can do is doodles of owls and other shits but other than that, he cannot do

But the doodles are kinda cute doe ngl

He’ll have his moment where he’s in class and have no idea what to do, and just doodles a bunch of stuff

Once he draw his whole teammate including his coach and himself, he thought to himself,

“Huh, this looks good,”

And then take a picture of it for memories (cause he might throw the book he’s doodling in away)

Speaking of that, he doesn’t have an official book for drawing and just draws in his english or math’s textbook or sum

His juniors eyes are blessed when they got his textbook

Sarukui just vibes in during art class, draws and that’s pretty much it

The drawings,,,,,eh,,,, not that good, he only specialize in doodling as I said

so in conclusion,

drawing? 2/10

doodling? I’ll give a solid 5/10, good job

Komi

I’m gonna say this and I’m prolly gonna say it again

He hates art class

Like, even with him trying his best to draw, it’ll always gonna look strange than what he planned

mf cannot draw a straight line in art class

This dood can draw a nice straight line in any other class whether it’s for a graph or others,

And then proceed to shakily draw a straight line during art session

Totally not an art kid and will never be one

His drawings,,,,

I’m so sorry but it looks so bad

It’ll prolly look a lot better if he put more effort, but it’ll still look bad no matter what

Komi hates art class and can’t draw even a decent doodle so unfortunately, I’ll have to rate it 0/10, sorry :(

Anahori

His drawings are eh

It’s not good but also not bad?

Sometimes you’ll just stare at his drawing for a good minute and be like, what did he just draw just now?

What I’m saying is that his drawing’s are unexplainable

Maybe if you stare at it a little bit longer then it’ll make sense and you can see the beauty in it

But honestly I can’t really see anything, not in a bad way, but like, literally nothing

You’ll be staring at his canvas as the mario kart rainbow road music started playing inside your head

But Anahori is always proud of his drawings no manner what

So, I’ll rate confusion/10

Onaga

Just like Komi, he sorta hates art class too

But lemme tell ya, his sketches are GODLY, like, have you seen those pinterest hand sketches?

That’s what his sketch would look like

It’s so yummy to look at what

But he sucks at lineart so JAHGSDSHD

Onaga cannot properly hold the black pen and do the lineart, it’ll always turn wonky and he had to throw it away

Like, if he spend even hours tryna outline it all, and then erase it

It’ll look so trash

And he’ll just stare at it for a couple of minutes before crumpling the paper

He’ll also suck at coloring

Mans cannot understand how the color blend in together

And I think I’ll rate,,,,,6/10 just cause he suck at coloring and lineart lmao don’t worry i suck at coloring too

Kaori

Another decent drawer and her drawings are almost the same as Akaashi’s

But instead of it looking pretty, it looks cute

I have a headcanon that Kaori have a journal and does journaling so that’s prolly the reason why her drawings are cute af

But honestly, her drawings sometimes depends on her mood,

If she’s mad or frustrated, her drawing would look kinda rough and not that cute anymore

If she’s feeling happy tho, It’ll look so nice and cuddly does that even make any sense

Isn’t necessarily an art kid but would love to try be one

And she totally have drawing sessions with Washio aaaaaa,

Just imagine both of them sketching in the same sketchbook while talking about the volleyball club or anything else

She’s getting an 9/10 just cause her sketchs looks clean <33

Yukie

She doesn’t draw at all

Like, you’ll never see her drawing at any kind of time so you have no idea what it looks like

Yukie would still attend art class,

But never draws

She said that she’s pretty lazy to draw it and said to draw it at her home later

But no one even saw that drawing after that

Yukie doesn’t show her drawings nor EVEN draw for once

So I technically can’t rate :/

inarizaki.

Ginjima

LISTEN

The only reason why I started with Gin is because he have some amazing drawing skills

He admit that he’s not an art kid but draws godly as if he had been thought since he was a kid,

Well, actually yes

I think Ginjima actually wanted to be a drawer when he was still a little kid way before he started his 3rd year of middle school

So he practiced a few and became a nice drawer since then,

But he kinda quit being a drawer and decided to go with volleyball

And guess what?

His drawing talent is still there

He totally specialize in pencil drawing cause that’s the first thing he started learning

The lines are smooth and the shading are so yummy what is wrong with me

The Miya twins and Suna are so sh00ked when he saw his drawing during art class

ngl he’s pretty smug about it too but doesn’t brag about it

I’ll give this boy 12/10, mwuaah

Suna

I hate this man for this sole reason

Suna is too LAZY to draw so he doesn’t give any effort in his drawing

I can guarantee myself that I’ll get an eye strain when I saw his drawing

And...

*wipes away tears*

He draws too many dick

–2/10

Don’t come for my head Suna lovers

Atsumu

OMFG

OKAY, OKAY, I KNOW THAT ATSUMU MIGHT PUT ON SOME EFFORT IN HIS DRAWINGS,

BUT WHY IS IT STILL SO BAD?????

He’ll prolly think his drawing would look good but no, it’s not

No matter on what perspective you look his drawings at, It’ll still look bad

AND HE DOESN’T EVEN NOTICE IT

Osamu laughs a lot at his drawing and they started fighting for that only reason smh

Atsumu, I appreciate your effort so SO much,

But please, just stick to volleyball

–10+/10

I put a plus there because of his effort and because of pity

Osamu

He draws in ms paint, with a mouse

But he can draw some foods tho

But all of it looks wonky af

1/10

Akagi

A pretty decent drawer

Akagi always draw happy and cute drawings so you’ll also get happy when you saw his drawings

Puts on a big smile when people compliments his drawing and shyly scratches the back of his neck

“Nah, this just look normal!”

But he draws oddly thick lines sometimes

Sometimes it looks good in some drawing

And sometimes it looks, bizzare in others...

But I think his drawing would look nice <3

Overall, I’ll give a,,, 7.5/10, keep up the good work

Oomimi

He’s from class 7 AND I really think that he’ll be good at drawing

Well, he can draw a few things but he struggles drawing other things he never accustomed to

But!

Oomimi is that kid who’s good at drawing scenery

He knows basic color palettes and which is cold and hot colors

So the scenery drawing would always look good

He get a lot of compliments for the drawing (50% of it from Akagi)

I think he doesn’t have that many time to relax and draw freely but when he does have it, it’ll just be small and simple doodles

um, let’s go with 8/10 <3

Aran

I truly believe that Aran can draw peoples face but in a pretty decent amount

He’s also good with anatomy teach me your ways king

But as much as he’s good at that, he kinda sucks at drawing any kind of background drawings

Mans can’t draw a scenery I’m telling you

As if the background doesn’t even exist in his mind lolol I’m sorry Aran lovers, I didn’t mean that in a bad way

Mainly uses copic markers to color and color pencils to shade

The first time he use the copic marker, he got really frustrated that the marker stain the other pages lmao

And he never uses digital drawing applications or softwares

Aran just doesn’t

I think I’ll rate him, 8.5/10

Kita

Okay, I know that Kita’s a top student and never fails in anything

But he’s not typically a good drawer that much

His drawing still got good marks but when you look at it, it just looks normal

I just know that the Kita lovers gonna get me after this

It’s not that bad and not that good, just a nice balance in between

I personally think Kita’s not that godly in drawing but rather a neutral drawer

He draw what he can and does shading and coloring when it’s needed

The colors are all basic colors, no pastel, no neon

And the shadings are pretty basic

Just a normal drawer here

Ya’ll gonna fight me for this but I’ll give Kita’s point,

7/10

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joeyglowy · 4 years

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Bad Study Habits ft. Miya Twins

In which the Miya Twins learn not to waste your time when they are the ones that asked for help. That, and that their necks are surprisingly quite sensitive.

(Call it a commemoration for Miya Osamu finally having his character designs introduced, even if it’s the fucking laziest but most beautiful thing I’ve seen all week)

Miya Atsumu x Reader, 1500+ words Miya Osamu x Reader, 1700+ words

(I promise, I love them, almost equally)

Miya Atsumu

“Why do I need ta know Avocado’s number? Unless he’s down to help a brother getting blue balled by his own girlfriend, tell him I’m not interested.”

“It’s Avogadro’s number and for once in your life can you not think with your dick? We’re not here to have sex; I’m here to make you pass your chemistry test so you don’t get another detention for slacking off in class!”

For the past eighteen minutes, you had been using your middle and index finger to rub circles into your temple, a vain attempt to soothe the hammering headache that jabbed your eyelids each time Atsumu opened his mouth.

When your boyfriend had come to your door, ‘begging’ you to help him with chemistry, you found it pleasantly endearing. For all the faults to which Miya Atsumu had—for which there were many—he had unfortunately perfected the art of looking just sheepish enough that it became adorable while still bristling his feathers like a proud peacock that just made you want to pull his chubby cheeks. He was the naughty puppy that still had his ravenous canines punctured in your favourite lita boots with his tail tucked between his legs. He was that one bad kid in every class who fooled around but all the female teachers doted on him anyways because he was charismatic in that childishly infuriating way that made them lower their standards when he finally put in the effort.

Miya Atsumu, put bluntly, is a godforsaken brat.

“[Name]-chan! My chem teacher’s threatenin’ me! He said if I fail one more quiz I’ll have to sit through at least three detentions just, doin’ I don’t know, symbiosis! You gotta help me; you’re my girlfriend, aren’tcha?”

Yet, you somehow fell for this idiot anyway.

Enamoured with his honey-lemon eyes, you decided not to tell him that what you were doing was in fact stoichiometry and symbiosis is actually a biology term. But with the way he had grabbed your shoulders, for an inexperienced lover like yourself, it was more than enough to trigger a visceral reaction that caused some internal organ to clog your throat. His subtle guilt-trip did not go unnoticed but with your brain short-circuiting, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Instead, you had dumbly nodded, cursing your inability to deal with intimacy and members of the opposite sex as you allowed him to barge into your home.

Since he was always practicing, you thought it would be a chance to do something that couples do. Using your infinite knowledge collated from various fanfictions and shoujo manga online, you had constructed a seemingly infallible plan to make the most of your time with Atsumu. It involved having every excuse to stare at him without being teased for it and if anything, you would be in the rare position of the teaser, playfully pointing out his mistakes to which he’d probably pout and whine about before undoubtedly, once you were done, he’d demand a reward. Enter obligatory make out sesh. Which of course, was more than welcome in your book. You were a simple girl and he had cultivated excellently curved muscles from his years of volleyball, sue your transparency.

There was just one chink in your perfectly polished armoured plan.

Atsumu was a brat above all else. A horny one.

Tutoring him was like trying to make caramel for the first time.

At first, you think it’s going well. You’re simmering the white sugar, careful and attentive, determined to make it a success. Yet, as the browning starts to come in from the edges, a funny aroma that was not the scent of sweetness but one of something being grossly burned beyond recovery did you realise just how taxing the job was. Before you knew it, it was like having your kitchen on fire, the ignition source being the abomination that is Miya Atsumu.

As Osamu would say, “His mental age regresses by five years when he’s playing. . . but it plummets by ten when he’s, god forbid it, studyin’.”

If he wasn’t whining, he was trying to stroke your legs with his spider fingers under the kotatsu, creeping up your thigh only to be smacked away by your own hand to which he’d just go back to loudly whining. He had the attention span of a five year old and the attitude of a twelvie that equalled a near migraine for you. Least to say, you were far too annoyed to be turned on now so you had abruptly gotten up in a fit of annoyance, told him you were going to drink some water and left him in the living room.

You sighed, the water only granted a moment’s worth of reprieve as you headed back to the living room to see his honey coloured mop of hair from behind. Your eye twitched when you looked from behind to see him doodling an avant-garde penis on the page. Lovely.

He still hadn’t noticed you peering over his shoulder so you took the chance to admire the back of his head, watching how his hairline faded out from beneath his undercut, the roots of his old hair still left their stain. You wondered if his neck down ever got cold, with the constant exposure and all. The longer you stared, the more you felt your stomach lurch, toying with a lingering thought that just might get you what you wanted after all.

In a swift movement, with your lips gently planted on the supple flesh, beneath his hairline, you caressed the skin tenderly. Your lips quirked upward to hear a squeak from your boyfriend who had shuddered violently, his shoulders shaking as his penis drawing gained an unexpected gradient slope, his pen streaking in a straight line across the page. You chuckled into his neck; nipping at it playfully as your hot breath caused the hairs on his neck to stand up. Pleased with the pinkish hue that spread across the skin like paint, you pulled away as Atsumu snapped his head towards you, moon eyed.

Although you may have burnt the caramel, it looks like you’ve found some hidden strawberries to snack on instead.

You watched the way his pretty blush flourished to his cheeks while he looked visibly affronted by your sneak attack. “Wh-what do ya think yer doin’!?” he spluttered on the spot, his hand flying to his neck as if you had just bitten into it. You wanted to lick your lips at the thought before you narrowed your eyes sternly, trying not to let a wolfish grin slip through the cracks.

“I don’t know about you but personally, I despise wasting time, don’t you ‘Tsumu?”

You drummed your fingers on the kotatsu’s surface, slow and pronounced. His golden eyes zeroed onto them in anticipation. You licked your lips. All these food metaphors made you realise just how starved you are. Atsumu being someone who had always been observant, seemed to pick up on your hunger as well, his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, as he glanced up at you from under his lashes, anxious. You turned back to the paper, almost nonchalant, as if you weren’t aware of his clenched fists and tensed thighs.

“Yet, you seem to be taking advantage of my generosity, good boyfriends shouldn’t do that ‘Tsumu. You’re a good boyfriend, aren’tcha?” you drawled lowly, as you started glancing at your nails using your other hand, viciously using his guilt-tripping tactic from before.

Atsumu looked positively famished. His brows twisted up guiltily, that sheepish, puppy look on his face once more. Still, you could see his eyes shining too bright, still thinking that it’d go his way if he played nice. He was a mischievous imp that was a little too used to getting what he wants. You decided you weren’t going to fall for it this time.

“[Name], I didn’t--”

“Oh, but you did,” you sharply interrupted him and he winced. Your heart throbbed and as much as you loved teasing him, you did want this to end with him pinning you to the couch so you smiled softly. “Why don’t we finish studying, yeah? Then you can make it up to me.”

If Atsumu wasn’t getting blue balled before, then he certainly is now. He had no idea how the situation began to drip with sexual undertone but with the unbearable heat coursing through him, he could only nod helplessly, at your mercy. For the remainder of the studying session, while it had become increasingly harder for him to stay focused with his raging hormones going haywire, he clung onto every single word that fell from your mouth like it was a lifeline as the incomprehensible scribbles on the page finally morphed into numbers and words that he could understand.

You grinned victoriously to see the eager look Atsumu would get in his eyes, awaiting your praise and what he thinks is his reward once you had both finally gotten through the content. He really is just like an overzealous, whiny puppy that wants his treat. Well now, this will most certainly result into an exciting night for you, just as you had planned.

You smirked triumphantly.

‘All according to keikaku.’

Miya Osamu

“So, do you know how to use Avogadro’s number?”

“Mm? Avocado?”

You sighed. “No, can’t you stop thinking about food for a second, it’s Avo—Osamu!” you yelped, seeing your boyfriend barely stirring from the nest he’s made with his arms as he blinks blearily at you. The sleep in his eyes quite nearly breaks open every dam with the unparalleled force that is your love and affection and ability to just gush about how adorable this man is for hours and yet, you are forced to restrain yourself. As much as you adore Miya Osamu, he is unfortunately, just as much of an idiot as his brother—yet strangely manages to get within a range of 1 to 5 per cent higher than him on every test.

Osamu lets a little smile slip. “Avosamu? I thought it was Avogadro.”

You offered him a hard glare before deflating into the kotatsu, just like he did. He perked his head up to hear your muffled groans, his lips quirking up at how cute you sound. “Osamuuuu, you need to study for the test tomorrow! It’s worth a third of your grade!” you exclaimed, erupting from the cocoon of your arms to pout at him. Osamu grimaced just a little because every move he made was with restraint as he guiltily looked away.

“I know but m’tired,” he mumbled into his arms, burying his nose into them. “From practice,” he clarified with a grumble that faded out into something roughly incoherent. You had to stop yourself from smiling at his petulant tone of voice as you sighed, shaking your head. He was a kid, just like Atsumu too apparently.

“I know but . . .” you trailed off to see him in a sleeping position. You shook your head, unable to stop your smile this time as you gently raked your fingers through his hair. A sound rumbled from his chest and you snorted, of course only Osamu would be able to do the human equivalent of purring. His face resurfaced from the blanket of his arms as he leaned into your touch, sighing contently. You found your hand devoured by the dishevelled mess that was his hair as you fondly played with his matted grey tresses. Your love for this man warmed your heart beyond words as you could feel yourself relaxing—you blinked.

Wait a minute.

The way you ripped your hand out of his hair was like a splash of cold water to the face as he startled, bewildered by your forceful action as you glowered at him. “You fox!” you hissed. He blinked innocently in return as you shook your head adamantly. “I will not be an accomplice to your illicit sleeping endeavours! Nor the reason why you fail tomorrow’s test and have to stay back to do catch up work! Atsumu and the team would never let you live it down you know!”

You clutched your beating heart with a flush on your cheeks. ‘Ahh, that was close! He’s much more convincing than I thought but I won’t be fooled!’

You offered him another glare before sighing. You’d done that too many times this session you now realised. “Look, I’ll get you some tea, okay? But after that, you have to stay awake! You’ll be in big trouble if I come back and you’re asleep,” you softly reprimanded him although he looked completely unabashed as he nodded.

“Mm’kay.”

You were only gone for five minutes but when you had returned . . . he was definitely in trouble.

You gripped the steaming cup of hot tea by the handle; careful not to brush your knuckles on the actual cup so you don’t burn yourself and spill it like a waterfall. Carefully, you placed the cup of tea out of reach so he doesn’t knock it over before you plopped onto the cushion next to him, pouting. Really, coming over, begging you to help him study, only to fall asleep in front of you, what a tease. . .

“Jeez, I was hoping for some, fun times after we finished up too~” you whined to yourself, letting your chin fall to your fist before a movement other than your own caught you from the corner of your periphery.

You narrowed your eyes. His lashes flickered like a butterfly’s wings, elegant yet silent. Then nothing. You drummed your fingers slowly on the kotatsu’s surface before aptly concluding that your, apparently, asshole boyfriend, was faking his slumber. Your Sleeping Beauty was actually a Beast in disguise so it would appear. You pursed your lips, blowing air from your nose like a puffing, huffing steam train. He wants to play like that, does he?

You swiftly rose out of your seat before standing behind him, your shadow devouring him. You just might too if Osamu doesn’t tread carefully. You eyed his fraying hairline, beneath his undercut. You wondered how sensitive it would have now become, what, with it being constantly exposed to the frigid air all the time. A smile coyly played to your lips, as you hummed kittenishly before leaning down.

Tenderly, you placed your lips to the back of his neck, giving it a quick peck.

You looked up, gauging for a reaction but received none. You smiled daringly. Perhaps your dear boyfriend needs a bit more persuasion. You pressed another kiss into his neck. And another one. Accompanied by another. Before you began peppering his neck in searing kisses, from the roots of his hair to the brim of his collared uniform. You watched in delight as the skin gradually increased in heat while you continued to reap the benefits of your ravenous exploits.

You could feel the skin beneath your lips beginning to tremble but since he still wouldn’t reveal he was awake. . . it might be time to go exploring. You hovered over his ‘sleeping’ frame as both your hands slithered under the arms pillowing his face. They coiled around his waist and you found yourself licking your lips, suddenly feeling rather hungry. You could see him beginning to squirm yet he was adamant not to budge. A wolfish laugh escaped you as you plunged your fingers under his shirt to dance on his stomach before your teeth finally met his skin.

The last thing you heard was a sharp gasp that sounded like absolute heaven before your world turned on its axis. Your back met the ground with a thud and you suddenly realised you couldn’t move. Casually taking a quick glance, you craned your neck to see two calloused fists handcuffing your wrists and pinning them above your head. You looked up to finally see a panting Osamu, glaring at you.

“Oi.”

You blinked.

Osamu was every shade of grey. Every expression, every movement, although a little rough, it was done with minimal effort and restrained. He was always in control and always composed. He was a little slow and sluggish like that, but he could become a dynamic black, cool and confident whenever you pluck just the right strings.

Which is why it was all the more endearing to see a lovely peach pink speckling on his cheeks.

“What,” he breathed out, as if he had just sprinted in a marathon, you could see his torso trembling, “do ya think yer doin’?”

You watched him placidly and couldn’t stop admiring the pretty colour on his cheeks. You wanted to capture it, burn it in your memory until your final breath. You wanted to paint it, to smear the red all over his grey. You licked your lips.

“I told you, didn’t I? That you would be in trouble if I came back to find you sleeping. So pray tell, what were you doing, ‘Samu?” you purred beneath him, a playful smirk crawling to your lips as you felt a pooling sensation bubble in the pit of your stomach.

Osamu’s eyes widened and even though he had overcast a shadow on the both of you, you could tell that his cheeks had darkened. He suddenly looked like a deer caught in headlights and he could no longer meet your gaze. With an agonisingly slow movement, he tentatively released one of your wrists to feel the back of his neck.

“D-did you . . .?” he stammered, not able to bring himself to finish the question.

Picking on what he was insinuating, using your left hand, now free, you roughly grabbed him by the collar before pulling him down. He yelped like a puppy that had lost its footing, as he lurched forward like a tidal wave, almost tumbling over, quickly stamping his free hand to the ground, stopping him from knocking his head into your as you curled your finger under his chin.

“No, I didn’t. I warned you though, right? If you try to fall asleep again when I’m teaching you. . .” you slur, tracing your finger, teasingly let it tap on his Adam’s apple as he swallowed, his eyes now wide awake and focused only on you as you grinned hungrily.

“I’ll decorate your neck with hickies until you’ve got a goddamn necklace of bruises.”

Osamu shuddered as he fell to his elbows, barely holding himself up. Feeling his voice shake, he meekly nodded, trying to hide his arousal as he shakily—but briskly—flew back to the kotatsu, promptly hiding his face from you, just like a mouse.

You bit your lip, grinning wildly at the ceiling which although, was completely uninteresting, was the only excuse you had to not let him see your dorky smile.

‘HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED. Reading all those fanfics and manga finally paid off!’

You can’t let yourself come off as too desperate though. You realised that you had been waving the stick in front of him for too long now, it was time to finally bring out the carrot.

You propped yourself, being deliberately slow as to keep him waiting before you tenderly held onto his shoulder. You could feel him tense you brushed your nose against the lobe of his ear, your wispy breaths dyeing it pink as you whispered:

“When we’re done, I promise, you can eat whatever you want.”

While he didn’t fall asleep and actually got some proper studying in afterwards, perhaps it was him being petty or a vain attempt to gain back some control, he did not offer you his dick but went straight for the fridge to get some pudding. Still, it didn’t change the fact that you were hungry and Osamu found out that night that not only were you quite convincing yourself but you also really liked turning his neck red.

Hmm. And you called him a fox.

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