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"I love you too much“ - Shinsuke Kita x Reader
A/N: Based on the song „I love you too much“ from the movie „The Book Of Life“. Give this song a listen to, it’s beautiful. Enjoy ❤️
Warnings: none
„I love you too much
To live without you loving me back“
Shinsuke Kita is just a Fueneku Middle School student when he first met you. He saw you in his classroom for the first time, he swears everything around him moved in slow motion, eyes entirely focused on your beauty.
As the years went by, now a High School student of Inarizaki, Kita saw you grow into an even more beautiful person, personality and appearance speaking. The way you show kindness to other people, the exciting way your eyes gleam up when you see either dogs or cats on the streets. There’s only problem. Your heart belongs to someone else’s that is not Kita‘s.
It’s Aran‘s.
„I live for your touch
I whisper your name night after night“
After the loss against Karasuno in the Spring Tournament, Kita lays in his bed awake at night, unable to sleep. Not necessarily because of the loss, but because the way you hugged him to comfort the team after their loss.
It was only for a few seconds but the way your soft body felt against his, was Kita‘s dream come true. He didn’t want to overstep any boundaries by hugging you back right in front of his teammate, who is also your boyfriend.
It’s like your scent still lingers in his memories. The scent of vanilla mixed rose petals.
Kita sighs deeply.
"Why can’t you be mine (Y/N)?“
„Heaven knows your name I've been praying
To have you come here by my side“
It’s a cold winter morning on New Year’s, when Kita walks up to the shrine for New Year prayers. With small steps, he enters the temple and presses his hands together.
'Please give me the chance and courage to show (Y/N) how I feel about her.’
As the Outside Hitter is about to turn around, he sees Aran walking in as well, with an extremely tired look on his face.
Aran greets Kita with a friendly smile and Kita asks his teammate about the dark circles under his eyes.
Heaving a deep sigh, Aran sends his prayer as well, before answering Kita.
“(Y/N) and I have been fighting a lot lately. I think our relationship is breaking apart and I am hoping the Gods will have mercy on me to fix our relationship.”
Hearing those words makes Kita’s stomach twist with jealousy.
Kita can’t help but hope that the Gods overhear his prayer over Aran’s.
„Without you a part of me is missing
Just to make you my own, I will fight“
It’s been years since Kita last saw you, now being the age of 24 and having his own rice farm, there is not a day that Kita doesn’t think about you. When he was on his way to deliver his rice to Onigiri Miya, he wonders if you and Aran stayed together and what you are doing now as an adult. Carrying the rice bags inside to help Osamu, the bell of the front entrance door chimes, making both men stop what they are doing to see who has entered this early.
Osamu smiles slightly when he spots you.
"Ya here early today, we don‘ open 'til 11, ya know that.“
You chuckle a bit in reply.
"I know, I know. But you said yesterday that the new rice delivery comes in the next day, which is today obviously and I wanted to help you but I can see you already have someone doing that for you.” You smile brightly at Kita.
That smile of yours is going to be the death of him.
"I am gonna go change, be right back.” You say while disappearing around the corner.
Osamu sees the blush on his former captain’s face, teasing him.
"She’s a beauty eh?”
"She’s always been beautiful.” Kita states in a quiet voice but Osamu still hears him.
"They broke up yannow? Aran and (Y/N). Too focused on volleyball and she didn’t wanna do that back-and-forth anymore.” Osamu places a heavy bag of rice into the cabinet before rubbing the sweat off with his forearm.
Kita’s wide eyes find Osamu’s gray eyes and the ravenette says one more sentence before Kita gets back into his truck to drive back.
"If ya come over more, 'm sure she would give ya a chance. Heard 'er say that she’s looking for somethin’ serious again to her friend on the phone the other night.” Osamu gives a wink into Kita’s direction and Kita makes it his goal to win your heart and show you his love that hasn’t faltered since Middle School.
„There's love above love and it's yours cause I love you
There's love above love and it's ours if you love me
As much“
Many years later, Kita sits on a wooden bench on his patio in front of his home. The gentle breeze of the wind flows through his black-whiteish hair, the sunset painting the sky with the most beautiful orange, red and pink colors that reflect on some of the clouds.
His fields blooming high, soon to be ready for harvesting.
All of sudden, he feels a pair of arms sneaking around his neck, a chin gently propped on top of his head.
He raises a hand and entangles his ring-adorned finger with yours.
"Whatcha doin?”
"I am thanking the Gods every day to have you by my side. I truly have been blessed with your kindness and your heart that you gave me to protect, care and cherish for.”
Giggling softly at your fiancé’s romantic words, you squish your cheek against the top of his head, tightening your grip around him a little bit more.
Kita moves his head so he can stare into your eyes with a lovesick smile.
"I love you so much (Y/N).”
Pressing a gentle kiss against his lips, you whisper against them.
"I love you too Shinsuke, more than life itself.”
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“So the Red Falcons aren’t giving you any trouble, then?”
You shake your head with a polite smile. “No. They’re great.”
“No challenge at all?” the reporter persists.
“None.”
Their brow lifts. “Not even any awkwardness with Ojiro?”
“Why would there be any awkwardness?” you ask with a small tilt of your head.
They gesture vaguely with their pen. “Didn’t the two of you previously date?”
“Oh, that. We did.” You shrug indifferently. “It was a long time ago though, back in high school.”
“So no lingering affections or feelings?”
You weigh the question carefully. “Well…that’s an interesting question, isn’t it? Because I still remember what my sixteen year old self felt for sixteen year old Aran…but it also doesn’t mean the me I am now feels the same way about him. I still care about him, just in a different way.”
“What way is that?”
“Platonically,” you answer simply with an unbothered smile. “We were friends before we dated and we’ve been friends since.”
“And is it the same way for him?”
“Of course,” you laugh quietly, “though I can say we’ve gotten tired of being asked about it. We’ve gotten questions like this for our entire careers.“
The reporter chuckles a little salaciously. "Well, can you blame us? Previous highschool sweethearts who have not only remained friends in the same industry but work on the same team…” they trail off, leading you for an answer but you shrug again with a wave of your hand.
“Aran’s a great guy. If he was some lunatic like Miya Atsumu it would probably be unbearable but it’s easy to be Aran’s friend. To support him and cheer him on without any complications.”
The reporter nods, sifting their thoughts. “Speaking of Miya…”
“No, I don’t know who the MSBY manager is dating,” you reply sternly and the reporter smiles guiltily. You eye them skeptically. “Why’s it such a big deal? Why is any of this worth reporting on?”
The reporter shrugs this time. “Honestly? It’s interesting. All of this, all of you. These talented dedicated professionals and the people they choose to spend their lives with. The people who, just like you said, support and cheer them on.” They sigh, “I could give you a poetic answer but really it’s just interesting. And the JVA would rather control the story than have fans nosing around.”
You nod. “Makes sense.”
They scan their notes again. “Well, I don’t think I have any other questions for now.”
“Okay. If something else comes up just give me a call or–better yet, email it.” You smile. “We can always schedule a time to meet again if we need.”
They return your smile and part ways with a small wave, walking out into the dark nearly-empty parking lot at the end of the day. You replay the interview in your mind walking back to your office on autopilot.
You don’t notice him until you practically trip over him.
“Aran,” you gasp, startled, and put a hand on your chest. “What are you doing here?”
He’s leaning against the wall, arms crossed as he stares at the floor lost in thought, and you see unexpected feelings in his expression.
When he doesn’t answer your question you start to worry. “Are you okay?”
“I don’t know,” he answers in a low, tight voice.
You glance over your shoulder quickly assessing possible problems. It takes a long moment of tense silence before you ask “was it the interview? Did you hear it? Did I say something wrong?” You race through everything again in your mind, panic starting to fray your thoughts. “Aran, I’m so sorry. If I said something wrong or out of context please tell me so I can get in touch with the reporter and fix it–”
“You didn’t say anything wrong,” he cuts you off but still doesn’t look up. His features are set so stiff it’s hard to believe him.
“…Then what is it?” you quietly ask. The silence is killing you but you force yourself to be patient. A man in-tune with his emotions and the confidence to speak them freely, he usually doesn’t struggle this much.
“It’s…You said…” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. “It’s not the same for me.”
“What?” you ask automatically and then it his you like a brick of ice:
“And is it the same way for him?”
“Of course”
“It’s…not?” you ask in a disbelieving whisper.
“No.” His voice his strangled and he can’t bring himself to say anymore.
The situation shifts and you look back across the years of your changing relationship with Aran, the relationship that you thought was functional and healthy and good and suddenly see it through his disgruntled perspective.
“Oh…” You can barely speak. Tears prick your vision and you struggle not to cry as reality crashes around you. “I’m…uh…” you force your voice to steady, “I didn’t” –you have to clear your throat– “I didn’t realize you felt that way. I’m sorry I put words in your mouth, then.”
You don’t want to stay here any longer. Previously-thought-long-standing-friendship or not, you can’t stay here any longer because the dam is about to break.
You shift to step around him but he grabs your wrist with a firm but gentle pressure and whirls your back to the wall planting a hand against it to block your way.
“Damn it,” he curses still not looking at you despite your inability to look at anything but him. He grits his teeth and mutters “I’m sorry.”
You frown, momentarily forgetting your own distress and discomfort, and hoarsely ask “for what?”
“I told myself I wasn’t going to do this…That I wasn’t going to say anything and make it awkward…” he huffs, “…but I made it awkward anyway.”
“Say anything about what?” Your voice twists, starting to get impatient and frustrated.
“My feelings.” He exhales slowly and then finally, painstakingly, looks at you but it’s not the enmity you expected. “I don’t feel the same way as you. I haven’t…not for along time…Maybe I never stopped feeling this way about you…” His gaze bores into yours as he admits “I’ve loved you since before we dated and I never stopped loving you. I love you.
“I thought I was doing right by you, by both of us, when I said we should end things and I thought maybe the universe was trying to tell me I messed up when we ended up on the Falcons together but then you were always so kind, so respectful, so you that I didn’t want to mess things up, worried you might not feel the same way about me anymore and I hoped the feelings would just go away but they didn’t and they’ve just been building and festering and I wasn’t going to say anything at all, not wanting to jeopardize your chances at becoming manager for the national team.” He gasps, desperate for air, as his own eyes tear. “I’m sorry. I thought I could keep all this in…but at least I held it back until after the interview so as far as you knew you weren’t lying.”
His shoulders heave as he tries to catch his breath, the only sound in the still hallway. He’s so close. So warm. Still, after all these years, so good.
In the post-confession clarity he realizes how close he is and jerkily pulls his arm back to unblock your path.
“You…love me?” you ask, not moving though the way is clear.
He nods looking away again but you gently touch his jaw tracing your thumb across the soft hair on his chin. He hesitantly meets your eye, searching.
“That’s good,” you quietly, sheepishly, admit.
His eyes widen slightly in hope.
“Because I still love you.”
Shock blooms across his face for a moment before he swoops in.
With a hand around your waist and another up through your hair he scoops you up for a kiss pulling you in with all the pent up feelings he hasn’t been able to let out for such a long time.
You spend a feverish minute kissing until someone clears their throat; you both freeze
and slowly turn to the end of the hall.
The reporter stares at the floor looking properly abashed and gestures over their shoulder. “My um…My car died…And the security guard wasn’t at his uh…at his desk…”
You and Aran exchange a glance and a guilty smile.
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I love this so much!! 💜
love
aran is so underrated and we don't talk about him enough😔✊🏽
“you’re awke” aran said kneeling down by my side. (yeah no shit but where the fuck is this? it smells like old socks and sploodge is this what they call a circle jerk room? all the chairs are in a circle around yours in the middle, what’s that stain on the floor?)
This paragraph, this one right here, smited me
i was kidnapped??😱 by 😭 inarizaki?????
inarizaki x fem!reader warnings: 2010 wattpad throwback, autocorrect turned off, v drunk, it hurts
a/n: omfg imagine like being kidnapped by inarazaki your schools volleyball team like? what would they do to you? make you their biggest fan?! wel keep reading to find out! let me know how you liked it might make it a series hehe here’s chapter 1! listen to this playlist
a/n: i sincerly apologize pls no one talk to me for 5-7 buisness days kidnapped by hq masterlist here whorehouse special 😝 thank you @undermattsun for the banner this ones deidcated to you miki
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PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu
ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna
ATSUMU:
HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)
literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny
"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils
offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks
compliments you on literally everything
you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play
loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work
makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered
"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"
if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you
started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista
but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet
always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????
SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming
last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together
"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"
you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade
also because you don't want him pooping his pants
ARAN:
the sweetest!!
always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes
digital note taker 100%
loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams
is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy
he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)
if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!
great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out
"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"
starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch
you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back
he thinks its so romantic
you're just confused but go along with it
after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)
KITA:
ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM
"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct
he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture
first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell
he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience
that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face
always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks
"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"
is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections
he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment
"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."
you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't
and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way
was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!
still told you to go back to the assignment though...
SUNA:
menace i hate him (no i don't)
literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first
realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in
asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc
loves to make random conversation when you two are working
actually insane gossiper
nosiest birch you know
allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone
are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes
"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"
leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging
"omg u are literally einstein"
folds origami when bored
will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other
you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them
one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is
confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"
he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes
OSAMU:
HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)
can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work
takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down
writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help
leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying
tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)
down bad LOSER
spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you
doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty
gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart
one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)
talks shit about his brother to you
atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story
they start fighting
osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him
then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him
will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that
asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much
Fanfics drabble > SUNA.R x Reader
Genre : Scifi
You walk out of class with Jaelyn and Thalia talking about the new gossip over a girl named Faith fighting a girl earlier this week, when your conversation got interrupted by one of your friends running passt you
“What is he doing here?” Jaelyn asks
Thalia shrugs “Not my business”
You chuckle
Elijah stops running as he passes the corner which the three of you pass and stop to talk to him
“What are you doing here?” You ask holding your math book closer to you
“We’re having a water balloon fight” he explains
“We?” Thalia asks
Elijah nods “Yeah, me, Atsumu, rintaro and few other guys”
Jaelyn frowns “You know boys aren’t allowed here right?” Before he could answer her, a loud splash interrupted and the white wall was now green
“You missed!” He shouts at Atsumu before running away
“Hello ladies” Atsumu quickly greet the three of you as he runs after Elijah
“It’s never a boring day here” You mumble turning around and bump into someone
“Ash shit, Y/n. My bad” Rintaro apologizes
You frown as you saw, a mischievous glint shines in his eyes
Without warning, he swiftly uses you as a shield, effectively blocking himself from any potential water balloon attacks
You let out a startled yelp as you feel the impact of several water balloons hitting your back, while Rintaro remains unscathed
"Rin!" You exclaim, glaring at him
Rintaro chuckles, thoroughly pleased with his impromptu defense tactics
But before you can retaliate, the two familiar figures join the scene
Atsumu and Elijah, both holding armfuls of water balloons, burst onto the scene with matching grins on their faces
Atsumu tosses a water balloon in your direction but misses by a hair as you skillfully dodge it
"Nice move, Rin! Way to use Y/n as a shield!" he shouts
Elijah, on the other hand, throws a water balloon toward Thalia, his aim landing spot-on as she lets out a surprised shriek, Her arm being now the color blue
"You're next!" she declares, quickly retaliating with her own counterattack
Jaelyn, never one to back down, grins at the chaos unfolding around her
he snatches a water balloon from a nearby bucket and launches a perfect throw at Rintaro
It connects with a satisfying splat, soaking him from head to toe
You laugh at him being completely pink
Soon, more students passing by are drawn to the excitement
The water balloon fight becomes an all-out spectacle, with students of all ages and genders joining in the hallway without a care
Laughter echoes, colorful balloons burst, and the sound of joy fills the air
The sound of an authoritative voice cuts through the commotion
Principal Wilson, looking stern and unamused
"Children’s!" he bellows, his voice booming across the hallway
"Stop this instant! You are disrupting the order of the school!"
Everyone freezes, the joyous expressions on their faces quickly fading
The six of you exchange worried glances, realizing that their newfound playground has caught the attention of higher authority.
Principal Wilson marches over to the group, his towering presence sending a wave of unease through the six friends
"You have all clearly violated several rules," he declares, pointing his finger sternly
"Playing with water balloons, causing mayhem, and disrupting the learning environment."
“The last part is false since school is over” Atsumu mumbles
He pauses for a moment "You all have detention!" he declares with an air of finality, his voice leaving no room for argument
“Your comment probably made it worse” Jaelyn mumbles as she start walking
“It was the truth!” The blonde defends himself
With heads held high and their colorful paint still evident, the six of you trudge through the school corridors towards the designated detention room
The weight of the punishment is palpable as you navigate through the bustling hallways, silently hoping that time would pass quickly
However, to their surprise and delight, their spirits are lifted when, after just a few minutes into their detention, the door creaks open, announcing the arrival of your other friends
Aran, Oikawa, and Sakusa step into the room.
Grinning widely, Oikawa announces their fashionably late arrival
"Sorry for the delay, folks. But you can always count on Ms. Anderson to take her sweet time!"
Aran feigns offense, raising an eyebrow playfully
"I wouldn’t say that," he retorts
Time flies by as the group falls into the familiar rhythms, laughing
The once daunting detention room transforms into a space of shared experiences and cherished memories
It's only when the sound of the final bell rings through the school, bringing their detention to a close, that everyone realize how quickly the minutes had passed
[A/N] :this is part of chap 24 :)
Starlight. Pt1 & Pt2
> Starlight
Inarizaki
Miya Atsumu
[7:06]
Heartbroken
When They Get Confessed To
Miya Osamu
Heartbroken
Suna Rintarou
Heartbroken
Kita Shinsuke
Aran Ojiro
[23:17] atsumu miya knows colour theory
warnings none just atsumu using a lot of nicknames
other timestamps
![[23:17] Atsumu Miya Knows Colour Theory](https://64.media.tumblr.com/a652e3ca550e16d7b13f1b9d35ae3ba5/4f9a1cb0fe836a3e-14/s500x750/063f371dfdb63af0378c541dfe485f50b99cb10d.png)
"atsumu."
humming, your boyfriend turns his head around towards your direction and finds peace within your presence as you sauntered your way to him.
"this is a very important question okay?" an interrogating expression beholds itself on your face, but atsumu only stares at the features upon it like it was the first time he'd seen a human. "atsumu. i need your answer."
"yes 'm listening, sweets."
"what's your favourite colour?"
the adoring expression atsumu wore like a badge had wore off and transforms into what you could only assume was a perplexed man sitting in front of you. he laughs.
"atsumu! i told you to answer the question this is serious." his face puffs up with a vermillion tone and he pulls you closer to his body, thick arms around your waist fitting together like jigsaw pieces.
"darling, yer so earnest about it, of course i'll laugh." your face is peppered with billions of feathery kisses, swiping him away with your hands you attempt to push him away and sulk; only to make his offense stronger and kisses you more.
"miya, answer my damn question-"
"ooh, pulling out miya are we?" teasingly, he smirks and how attractive it is to watch that stupid man in front of you lovingly mock you.
"it's not that hard of a question to answer." crossing your arms and folding your legs, you move to the other side of the couch before he scooches towards you to gift a disgustingly fat and tender kiss on your cheek.
"okay, then what's yer favourite colour my love?"
"since i'm not like you," you humph annoyedly, "green."
"then simple, mine is red."
puzzled, you unfold your arms and atsumu's cheesy smiles widens in it itself, slightly beginning to look creepy so you push your palm against his face and move him away, and he laughs before coming in to hug you once more.
"they're complementary colours, baby. it's supposed to be romantic." chuckling, his face is attached to your stomach and he lays upon your body, although the position is awkward.
"it sounds like christmas. and what are complementary colours?" disproving his point and forgetting the reason why you asked him the question in the first place, you relax your body and sit up properly for atsumu to prop his head on your legs.
"they're like colours that are opposites but they're good together. like us. and what's wrong with christmas, scrooge?" twiddling your fingers between his, he mutters and awaits your response.
"that was corny, and you only enjoy christmas because you're not the one making the christmas list for all of our friends and family." flicking his head you scold him and he winces, before bringing your fingers back and trapping them in his hands.
"now i have an excuse to hold your hand as well as provide for my own safety!" he pauses for a moment, "hey i do help with christmas shopping."
"you chose to buy fuzzy dice for samu last year."
"that was a good 1800¥ spent."
"he doesn't even own a car."
"what matters is that we spend too much money on him and last year was a cool down compared to all the rocking gifts i've got him before."
"you know what, it's fine, i'll handle the shopping but you pay for it."
"i'll accept that. now, i need to go upstairs i have super secret agent stuff to attend." he kisses the top of your head and bolts upstairs.
"miya atsumu, i know you're changing the shopping basket gifts for samu! get back down here."
![[23:17] Atsumu Miya Knows Colour Theory](https://64.media.tumblr.com/feda29e22bd5c140f61984a8dbb56485/4f9a1cb0fe836a3e-b1/s500x750/d7caac278cd3619e98c164bf65075ad5c2413d27.png)
a/n: my exams are ending soon thank whoever is up there
Trust me. Love me. Shoot me.
Atsumu Miya x female reader
Summary: Atsumu finds himself with a young woman who is more that what she seems.
A/n: I had zero motivation to day to write this but please enjoy!? As always, please don’t repost! To support me please like or reblog. Also!! Send me a request if you want to be added to the tags list for this series!
Y/n= your name
L/n= Your last name
Y/h/c= your hair colour
Y/e/c= your eye colour
Warning: extremely unedited, mentioned blood, mentioned fire, burning, medical stuff, needles
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Atsumu woke up with the warm morning sun spilling through the window, and the fresh morning air cascaded through the open window. There was no pain in his body and his head was light. His head was lying on a soft, plush pillow and the silk sheets were smooth against his skin. Everything was fine.
Well almost fine. The only problem was that he didn’t own any silk sheets. He had scratchy cotton ones. In alarm, Atsumu sat up straight and looked around the somewhat familiar room. He was is a room with lightly coloured walls and a few plants which hung from the ceiling. Beside the door was a body length mirror with two coat hooks beside it. Next to where he sat was a beige bedside table with two drawers and a single daisy in a small glass jar and 2 doors which he guessed led to the closet. Directly across from him was a desk with a small stack of books, a spiral bounded notebook, and a few pens, along with a girl, L/n. She had her nose in a book. Her eyes following the line she was reading. Her face was relaxed, but scrunched in displeasure, or maybe anticipation, at the book in front of her. Her nimble fingers flipped the page. As she kept reading, her eyebrows scrunched and her mouth fell open in surprise, or maybe hatred or shock, at the new page. That was a beautiful expression that she wore.
Astumu didn’t want to admit it, but she was beautiful. Her face was doll-like, giving her the illusion of youth, but her eyes showed much more maturation and pain, but held kindness and love. Her lips looked soft and sweet, and were especially beautiful when she pulled her mouth into a wide smile. Her hair looked elegant however it fell around her face, or maybe she would look more breathtaking with her hair up. It beautifully framed her face, and made her y/e/c eyes stand out. L/n’s voice was also beautiful. It was melodic and sweet, but could also held the intensity of a thousand dagger. Her laugh would sound nice too. Maybe it would be a light chuckle. Or maybe a breathy laugh where she would crinkle her nose. Or if her laugh was a belly laugh full of life and happiness. That would be lovely. Astumu watched as her face contorted to many different emotions, surprise, hate, confusion. But it made him sad that her face was almost always neutral. Emotionless.
Suddenly, the door opened, and in walked the man with dark hair and metallic blue eyes. He was very tall and was decently built. His eyes scanned the room taking inventory of the situation. L/n looked up from her book and gave him a discreet nod.
“Hello L/n-san. Anything new?” He asked. His voice was smooth and empty. His eyes, and L/n’s shifted to Atsumu. He felt like a monkey in a zoo enclosure, with everyone watching him as he flung his feces at the wall. He watched as L/n and the dark haired man had a conversation though eye contact, head movements and face expressions. The “conversation” mainly consistent of L/n rolling her eyes and the man angrily raising his eyebrows.
“Well do you have a plan for that ?” L/n said finally, breaking the silence, but adding to the tension within the small room. At least Astumu knew that the mystery man’s wasn’t a potential danger.
“Well Y/n we need to take care of Miya-san first. For all we know you would have brought a wanted criminal into our house! How do you think the rest of us will react?” The man yell at her. L/n kept her face straight. No sign of any emotions covered her face and her eyes became more intense, almost like a tiger ready to kill.
“I am going to say it once. This is my house. I will decide when things happen and how things will happen. I decided to help someone who was dying on the street, and you don't get to judge my kindness. Not after what happened at the train station!" she stated with a calm icy tone, book long forgotten on the desk. The room was noticeably colder and Atsumu was feeling unsure of what was happening. The tall man stood, face unmoved, but behind his eyes showed something more. Something about the train station bugged him. He didn't speak or move, but his compliance was displayed through his eyes. He walked out wordlessly and shut the door behind him. Astumu was still in shock. Not sure if it was the situation in general, or maybe it was the amount of power L/n held.
“So how are you feeling, Miya-san?” She asked, breaking Atsumu from his thoughts. Her voice back to the sweet voice he remembered from the day before.
“Am fine, what just happened?” Her inquired curiously, hoping to get an answer. The mysterious man gave Atsumu many question, and not a single answer.
“Well Miya-san, I think you are forgetting our deal. You said you would tell me everything, and so far you haven’t. So if you could please tell me, then go ahead.” She replied in a teasing manner. Astumu tensed at her light hearted tone. The stark contrast between her light-hearted tone now and the cold tone from just minutes ago made his skin crawl. The eagerness was written on her face as she sat cross legged in the chair across from him.
“Well it’s complicated. Ya see, we were gonna ambush a rival yakuza. But they saw us comin’ and fought us back. A got hit a few times, then someone lit the building on fire. I ran out, then I ended up here.” He said, recalling the events of that night. He remembered the scent of blood, both his and the people around him, and the gasoline, and the horrid screams of people in the fire as their bodies burned. He was lucky that he got out. He wondered about his closest acquaintances, Kita, Suna, and Aran. But also his twin brother, Osumu. Damn how could this happen? If anything happened to them, then it would be his fault. All because of his recklessness. Snapping out of his thoughts, he looked at L/n who was in deep thought. Her forehead was crinkled and her eyes seemed to be seeing right through him.
After what could have been only five minutes, she got up quietly and walked towards the closet. Inside the closet was an artillery of medical supplies. Multiple boxes of gloves and masks, along with a small fridge that held many small bottles of drugs. There were also a crash cart with everything that could be sues in an emergency, a defibrillator, a breathing bag, a tracheotomy kit and tubes. There were also about 3 oxygen tanks with small carts. She rummaged around in the closet until she got out some bandages and a small suture kit with a pair of needle drivers and toothed forceps along with a few other tools Atsumu could not recognize. Then L/n grab a small vile of drug and a needle from another part of the closet. She walk towards Atsumu, tools in hand as he watched curiously. As she go to the bed side table, she injected the needle into the vile which Astumu could now read as “morphine” and carefully pulled back the piston until there was maybe 5 milligrams of morphine. She grabbed his left arm and injected it into his bicep. Then she grabbed his left leg and removed the bandages from his leg. At first, he was questioning his lack of pants, before he remembered the “incident”. As your hands nimbly unwrap the bandage, the stench from his leg escaped into the room, causing him to plug him nose, but L/n seemed unaffected as she unwrapped the bandages. Once the bandages were removed she walked to the small garbage can beside the foot of the bed, which he did not notice, which was already half full of bloody bandages and the sweatpants from earlier. L/n carefully inspected the neatly done stitches, making sure there was no sign of the wound reopening. Once she was sure there was no sign of reopening or infection, she rewrapped the leg in new clean bandages.
“Thank you for the information Miya-san, you will need to rest so your wounds don’t reopen or become worse. I will be back in a few hours so please don’t move and if you need anything please just scream.” She said curly before turning around and leaving before he could reply. Atsumu felt very confused, but he also felt drowsiness. “Maybe from the morphine” he thought before drifting off to sleep.
Sometime later, he woke up to hearing voices down the stairs. There were 3 male voices and L/n’s. They were murmuring urgently.
“L/n-san, we can’t let him stay here. It’s too dangerous. If they find us we will be killed. You know that.” Said the first voice, which sounded like the mystery man from earlier in the day.
“No Akaashi-san, it will be fine.” Replied another deeper voice. “I don’t see why not besides we could take care of anything that happens.”
“Why are you being kind to that lowly yakuza. It doesn’t fit your character.” Replied the first voice, which Atsumu now knew belonged to the mystery man, Akaashi.
“I am always this kind. Besides Akaashi, you are just overthinking it too much.” Said the deep voice again.
“Yeah ‘Kaashi, I agree with them” said another , “Even if they figure out that we were responsible for those incidents, they have no proof”.
“Exactly Akaashi-san,” you agreed, “And if he does anything, then I will take care of him”.
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a collection of monoline sketches and paint splatters
featuring : sakusa kiyoomi, ojiro aran, and azumane asahi
here’s part two !
[ note ] — so i messed around a bit while making a spread for school, and ended up with these guys! also mushroom chocolate had a part in stimulating my creative juices, so go and give it a listen <3
[ itachiyama’s sakusa kiyoomi ]
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[ karasuno’s azumane asahi ]
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