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msby 4 at a carne asada/bday party 💃🏻 🪅
this is super self indulgent, and if you think im wrong pls argue with the wall
bokuto: the kids LOVE bokuto, of course 😌 he’s their jungle gym and will not leave him alone ! he’s also the one in charge of holding the piñata up. thats a sign of becoming a man ☝🏼 also the fact that he’s trusted with the piñata when hes new to the family is a big deal ! bokuto in his tio mode while holding the piñata is something I’d love to see
hinata: shoyo is dragged onto the dance floor by the tias. cumbia, salsa, merengue, banda, bachata, rock, duranguense, you name it !! he’s gonna be out there impressing the tias ! i also feel like he generally mixes well with everyone, and PLS imagine him going ham during el caballo dorado 😭 he makes sure he’s one of the last people dancing
omi: omi is SO accommodating !! he’s in the house helping the tias bring the food out! every tia there wants him to be their son in law and you WILL hear them hyping their daughters up 😭 he helps clean up after the party which is the WORST part ever but he enjoys it…its saur crazy he volunteered but he’s actually using it as an opportunity to be a chismoso with the tias. prior to the carne asada he definitely tried learning spanish bc he thought it was rude not to learn basic skills
atsumu: atsumu fs gets along with the drunk tios, the back slapping and the cackles are so LOUD 😭 he tries to be accommodating but gets pushed out of the house bc he isnt that helpful…tries to hang out with the kids but they prefer bo, and he cant dance like shoyo can. a chela in his hand also sounds hot so 🤤 he gets tipsy and his cheeks flushed me thinks yes !! one of the tios gives their sombrero to atsumu and atsumu tries to do a grito and it just comes out 🥴 let’s just say the tios make jokes about him the rest of the night and give him some funny nickname like gallo or smth bc his voice cracked during the grito
bonus: bo and shoyo are allowed in the house to help too, las tias also love them 🥰 atsumu just isn’t trusted with el arroz y los frijoles
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atsumu saying kuroo gives conman vibes is so hilarious bc i can picture him trying to woo reader and he spots kuroo approaching you and kuroo is telling you something so atsumu comes up and interrupts and when kuroo leaves, atsumu’s like “geez what a slimy guy, am i right?” and you can barely keep a straight face as you tell him “that’s my boss.”
miya twins as your brothers! with atsumu and osamu miya (duh!)
tags haikyuu smau, miya twins, miya atsumu, miya osamu, miya atsumu au, miya osamu au
hiii! hope you’re doing well,, can i request a pt. 2 of them being away at training camp with kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, and atsumu? (by no means do u have to do all 4) i really enjoyed the first one!! thank you so much <3
THEY’RE AWAY FOR TRAINING CAMP (PT. 2)
𖦹 part 1 here! ; ft. kageyama, ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu
notes: THANK U NONIE!! i hope you enjoy this one as well ^_^
𖦹 KAGEYAMA TOBIO
unknowingly reaches for his phone after training. sure, he’s miles away from home, yet he finds himself staring blankly at the screen for five whole minutes before hearing tsukishima snort from behind him.
“if you miss them so bad, just call. gosh, will a tiger bite your ass if you do?” tsukishima shrugs and leaves the room.
definitely feels embarrassed after tsukishima’s suggestion but agrees nonetheless.
his heart immediately flutters once he hears your voice. he hugs his knees and curls up somewhere in the corner of the room, listening to you speak.
“tobio? are you listening?” you ask for the 10th time, then as if on cue, he snores. oh.
𖦹 USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
golden retriever energy !!!
conversations with him are always:
“baby, i miss you :(”
“give me a hug once i get home please”
goes on facetime and tours you around the camp, ignoring the knowing stares of his acquiantances that are silently judging him for being all sweet and cutesy around you.
gets so clumsy while touring you around ( accidentally drops his phone, trips on a staircase, etc. )
your dynamic is basically—you asking him a question and him humming shyly in response.
𖦹 IWAIZUMI HAJIME
mr. “need you, miss you.”
late night calls are always present in your relationship
would take a midnight jog around the campus while listening to you talk about your day
ALWAYS waits for you to end the call first
“hajime?” your voice, soft and tired, silently yawns his name. he hums softly, leaning towards the speaker of his phone.
“sleepy?”
“yeah” you reply, and he smiles softly. “mn, okay. good night, let’s talk again tomorrow.” then a few seconds later, he hears your soft, peaceful breaths through the speaker, and he figured that you already fell asleep and forgot to end the call.
𖦹 MIYA ATSUMU
claims that he “misses you like crazy, it’s insane.”
definitely gets all whiny around everyone, especially osamu ( said twin later takes a picture of atsumu all splayed out on the floor and squirming like a baby )
“ew, can you stop doing that?”
“samu, you’re so mean!”
“i’ll really send this to y/n if you don’t stop.”
sighs a LOT. is also frustrated a LOT. so whoever’s practicing with him has to deal with his monster sets without a break.
WATERMELON !
You’re not quite sure how you got here, but you aren’t complaining at all. The atmosphere is just so light and silly and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Loud laughter leaves your lips, “babe, I’m telling you! that thing is way too big!” Atsumu had somehow convinced you to get this big ass watermelon, because he saw some guy break a watermelon with his thighs. Of course your boyfriend wanted to try it too.
“Are ya doubting’ me?! My thighs are huge, I’ll break this thing in a coupla’ seconds. Now start recordin’!” He’s sat on the porch outside, because you told him there’s no way in hell you’ll be cleaning watermelon out of the carpet.
The watermelon is snug between his thighs and he waits for you to give him the go ahead to crush it. Yes your boyfriend is a professional athlete, but you still think a watermelon is a bit of a crazy stretch.
“Is the camera on?” He asks impatiently, you can’t recall a time your boyfriend had been patient for more than five minutes.
“Oh my gosh be patient!” He sighs over dramatically as per usual while waiting for you to get the camera in focus.
“Okay here we go. I swear if you pull something I’m not covering for you. I bet Sakusa will get a laugh from this.”
“Omi has a stick so deep in his ass i don’t think anythin’ could make ‘em laugh.” He remarks with a smirk.
“Got that on camera.”
“What? He already knows!” Atsumu shakes his head focusing at his task.
You watch from behind the phone as he strains to crush the watermelon for few seconds. You’re rendered speechless when the watermelon actually starts to crack slowly.
Watermelon juice slowly starts to seep down his thighs and into the red shorts he’s currently wearing.
“Oh shit watermelon juice is gettin’ in my underwear!” He complains like it wasn’t his idea to do this.
“Nobody told you to crack open a watermelon with your fucking thighs, babe.” He glares at you when you start to snicker.
His attention is taken away from your teasing when the watermelon cracks open all the way and the juices, seeds, and watermelon gush all out into his thighs and mess up his shorts.
“Holy shit I’m gonna be sticky later.” He mumbles, finally seeing the stupidity of this challenge.
“That’s what you get for being an airhead.”
“Hey! I’m yer airhead n technically this is yer fault too. Ya didn’t stop me from buyin’ it.”
“Maybe I didn’t stop you, because I wanted to see how strong your thighs are.”
“Ya know how strong they are. Ya practically use me as yer personal chair every chance ya get.” You turn off the camera, slipping the phone into your pocket.
“Alright my whiny little baby, let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I’m a fuckin’ professional athlete, ain’t nothing about me is little or baby like.”
“Atsumu. I literally have a video of you clinging to me for your life while cuddling.” He scoffs but his ears turn red which means he remembers.
i miss himmmmmm
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"y/n what is it tell me," atsumu begs, smile still resting on his face. His eyes searching yours for answer.
"it's nothing, really" The two of you are at osamu's shop in the very back booth. Legs up as you face Atsumu. Most of his friends are here to celebrate Sunarin's birthday, and with that comes a lot of new information about your boyfriend that you didn't know before.
You know he can read your face. He knows there someone you want to ask, but not sure what. It's simply just not the time and place to ask this. Is there ever really a good time to ask?
How do you ask your boyfriend how many exs he's had without making it weird?
He's well aware this is your first relationship, and as embarrassing as that is he never made you feel embarrassed for it. You watch as Suna, Aran, Kita, and Osamu joke about more memories from the past. They know so much more than you do. It must be so much easier being a guy in relationships.
The party has died down to the point where it's only the six of you left. Which gives Atsumu more than enough time to read your face and assume your thoughts which is exactly what you need right now.
"you know what...whatever. I'm not dealing with you and your sad bullshit right now," he says before getting up, and re-joining his friends. Everything around you slows. It's as if you were pushed under water. Your throat closes and your eyes begin to water before you rush up and into the bathroom.
You weren't suppose to be here. He only brought you so you could meet his friends — who clearly weren't expecting you either. You breathing picks up as you shut the door to the only bathroom in the establishment. How could he say that?
atsumu who goes above and beyond to impress you, his crush and classmate of four years, in all definitions of “impress.”
honestly how the fuck isn't it obvious to you by now, he might as well be walking around with “i like y/n” tattooed on his forehead.
you mention you like guys that can cook once and holy fuck atsumu who still doesn't know how to use the microwave without quite literally burning the food, who's never chopped onions before without ending up with enough cuts to bandage his whole hand— that atsumu practices for weeks and stays up till 2 am to prepare for the lunch he'll make for himself, because osamu said said no and then because you bring homemade lunch to stay and eat in class with your friends— he'll casually just plop down on the seat next to you, his friends will then very obviously willingly talk loudly about his lunch and he'll just throw in a, “yeah, made it maself, 'm a solid chef, who do ya think taught 'samu?”
okay if that didn't get your attention, no worries, what are his friends there for?
if atsumu gets lucky in a day and catches you chatting away with your friends in the hallway, then he instructs his friends to walk past you, hover in the corner, just within your earshot— “'kay, so when we pass her by, ya gotta speak ma name real loud, loud enough so she can hear it, but don't annoy her”
and so for the time you stand there, trying to hold a conversation with your friends, all your mind can really focus on is the, “atsumu was so fucking good in practice today, if we're gonna win, then it'll be all him”
and then you hear the subject of the conversation speak, “nah, we're a team, every time we win, it's all thanks ta you guys,” because you also mentioned you like modest, humble guys.
god forbid the days you're absent in class.
atsumu who's sulking all day, doesn't know what the fuck is going on in classes, he's half in and half not in every conversation, even his passes are sloppy and weak. to the point osamu and suna are concerned, well, in their own ways, “are ya constipated or something, yer missin’ your spikes and yer passes as clumsy,” osamu says off-handedly.
“i heard y/n didn't come today, i think her friends said she's sick.” suna chips in, and atsumu shrinks in his spot like a grumpy cat.
“i already know that, wouldn't have come today if i knew she wasn't comin’.”
“you'd miss practice then.”
“don't care, don't talk to me, don't wanna do anything, what's the point.”
“down fucking bad,” suna muses, and atsumu glares at him.
atsumu's day is ruined and his disappointment is immeasurable. why did you get sick? how could you get sick? now he's worried and half of himself and his passes are shit and god, he wants to see you. he feels like he could die.
then when you finally show up the next day after what felt like eternity to atsumu, you find on your desk a pile of snacks with a little note— banana milk, everyone knows it's your favourite, the bar of chocolate they only sell down the convenience store near the school, the glazed donuts that you're always eating in class, and a lot of bubblegums that only one person in class knows you like— atsumu's handwriting is rushed and barely comprehensive but you know it by heart because he doesn't know you saw him slip the note you found in your locker this morning, and countless other mornings—
“i hope you smile because of this”
atsumu as a secret admirer is... not so secret because he's still unaware that you see him every morning, and let him giggle to himself as he slips the notes and the strips of bubblegums in your locker— you don't even like that flavor.
but he gave them, so you think they might just be your favourite.
then again, maybe atsumu doesn't want to be a secret admirer.
atsumu has a crush on you and you know that— he's very obvious. but he's also very dense and doesn't realise that everyone besides him can see you like him too. he doesn't know the only reason you bring homemade lunch is because he had started to eat lunch in class with his friends. you stand in the hallways with your friends pretending to talk so that when atsumu's walking past you, his friends will practically yell his name and you'll see him blushing shyly. he still doesn't know you come to his every match, cheering for him and scream with joy at every one of his scores.
atsumu makes it obvious he has a crush on you but is stupidly dense that you reciprocate all the same :'))))
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@kyoghurts hi bbg
a lovestruck miya atsumu would do anything for you. he didn’t care about appearances and how he looked to anyone else. you were the one he desperately hoped would give him some type of approval, after all.
long day of walking and your feet are sore? he’ll do what he never would with anyone else and kneel before you like a damn dog, taking your shoes off for you and begin massaging your feet. something else sore? go ahead and tell him while he’s massaging and he’ll change his spot of focus without a second thought.
cold around him? he’s taking off anything he can to give to you in hopes it would keep you warm—please tell him to stop stripping in public. dropped something? oh, and it so happened to fall in the depths of the ocean? he’s diving right in. no equipment is needed for the best setter in the world (he almost died that day).
god forbid he see you with another man. he’s coming up to you like you’re a spiker he needs to claim, slinging his arm around you and butting straight into the conversation. if the guy’s far too close for his comfort, he’ll make sure to give you a big wet kiss on your lips as well. he’ll give you a list of reasons about why the other guy was far from your league once you two are alone as well.
miya atsumu hates losing after all, and he vowed to never lose you to another man.
EGOIST 22. FINAL.
PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x f!Reader
CW. timeskip, angst, fluff, little surprise at the end
A/N. this is it!!! thank you for those who have stuck around for the past year, i'm sorry it's taken me this long but i hope it was somewhat worth the wait!!! i enjoyed reading your comments and asks about the series sm. this series challenged me in many ways, but helped me get back into writing. i love u all sm and thank u again <3 ps if u have any questions or want me to answer some “whats if”s feel free to send an ask!!!
-> MASTERLIST.
3 YEARS LATER.
Atsumu is absolutely hyped.
He’s finally here, the real big stage. The Olympics.
Never in a million years would he have thought that he’d get here alongside many other amazing volleyball players. He’s snapped out of his thoughts when he hears his name being announced, leaving from under the stadium seats to run out to the main courts, allowing himself to flourish in the loud cheers.
Atsumu was on his A-Game, he didn’t care who he’d have to go against, he was determined to win.
The rest of his team came out shortly after Atsumu, the group of them huddled up near the coaches as the other team was loudly called out. The first match they had was against the U.S, and something about that sounded familiar, though he didn’t bother to think too much into it. He squinted as he listened to his coach yap about doing good out there and not let them get under their skins.
After the other team is lined up, the Japan team is lined up in front of them. There’s some commencement announcements that are being played on the speaker, allowing Atsumu some time to enter the zone.
When the whistle blows, everyone takes their positions. Atsumu is ready.
The match starts with the sound of a buzzer. And everyone is on the move.
The U.S’ team was definitely a challenge for Japan’s, but after the rigorous training they’ve been put through, the win was more than easy to steal, the match ending at the 4th set with Japan named the winners.
Everyone cheered as they celebrated their victory in the main court. As Atsumu’s eyes scanned through the U.S’ team, his eye was caught on a woman who stood by the coaches.
His gaze went right past her at first until he backtracked and looked again, this time more intently.
The adrenaline running through his body stopped almost entirely as he froze in place.
It couldn’t be, could it?
–––
It’s hard to celebrate along with the rest of the team when his heart and his mind caught on to you.
After going to multiple therapy sessions, he’d finally found it in him to let you go. From his mind at least, not so much his heart.
But it felt like all the progress he was so proud of himself for making just washed down the drain. Just at the mere sight of you. Did you see him? Were you proud of him even though you were on the opposite side of the court? Were you involved with any of those men on that team? How have you been? You cut your hair? Seeing you let the many thoughts that he thought he had locked away loose. Though, he wasn’t sure if he was so mad at the occurrence.
Perhaps it was fate’s cruel way of reminding him that his past never really goes away. But even so, he knows better than to go out of his way to find you. The last time he talked to you was a hard time in his life, and you made it more than clear that you wanted nothing to do with him.
“You coming, Miya?” his teammate, Sakusa Kiyoomi, called out to him. The two had been chosen from the MSBY team together, alongside Hinata and Bokuto.
“What, where?” Atsumu replies, a confused look on his face as his eyes meet Sakusa’s.
“The guys wanted to go to the Olympic Conference party, it’s at the facility down the street,” Sakusa is applying hand sanitizer to his hands as he continues, “Participants in the Olympics are all invited, but you don’t have to if you’re tired,”
Atsumu gets up, stretching his limbs out before finally deciding on going. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind getting some fresh air,”
The two of them join the others as they make their way into the shuttle that’d take them to the Olympic Conference.
The place is bigger than it looks on the outside. He sees people from the swimming events and even the ice-skating events. The amount of people nearly overwhelms him, which is surprising for Atsumu Miya since he usually enjoys parties. He wasn’t quite sure where to go so he opted to follow Sakusa around, joining him in getting a drink by the bar.
“Be sure not to drink too much,” Sakusa turns to the other man as they both down the drinks they were given. Atsumu gives him a funny look, “I’m serious, we still have matches to play,”
“Obviously, I’m not stupid,” Atsumu rolls his eyes, “Just needed something to take the edge off, y’know?”
Sakusa raises his eyebrows in turn before gesturing to Atsumu that he was gonna go. “Oh, I’ll follow,” Atsumu replies.
“You sure?” Sakusa looks back at him.
Atsumu confused, an eyebrow raising in response, “What? Yeah, I don’t have anywhere else to go, Shoyo and Kou already went their own ways,”
“Ookay, then,”
Atsumu is surprised as he follows Sakusa through the crowd. He wonders where they’re going as they leave the big crowd and make their way to the smaller party rooms.
“Kiyoomi!” a voice calls, and it causes him to freeze in his steps.
The other man walks a bit further up, leaving Atsumu behind. Atsumu watches as a smaller figure embraces Sakusa in a hug.
“It’s been a while, Y/N,”
The sound of your name was almost foreign. Genuinely, it feels like he hasn’t heard that name in a millenia. He isn’t sure if he should go or keep standing there like an idiot, but fate chooses for him as you let go of the black-haired man and catch a glimpse of Atsumu behind him.
This is what Sakusa was talking about.
“Oh,” falls from your lips, “Atsumu? Is that you?”
He feels almost faint at the sound of his name coming from your mouth, your voice. His response comes out on his own.
“Y-Yeah, it’s been a while, huh?” He curses himself for the tenseness of his words.
You give him a smile, saying something to Sakusa that he can’t quite interpret before you walk closer to him. Were you coming up to him or walking past him? His mind turns to goo as you’re a breath away.
“Did you want to come outside with me? It’s a little hot,”
It wasn’t that hot, it was actually somewhat cold, but Atsumu nodded and followed your lead. He doesn’t want to say too much, he’s scared. He’s scared if he were to say the wrong thing, he’d wake up from this dream.
Atsumu’s getting deja vu as you lead him through the big crowd and through the double doors.
The two of you stand beside each other, letting the cool air blow past. It’s silent aside from the cars that drive by, and the distant music coming from inside.
Atsumu is getting anxious with every passing second, he can’t stop himself from speaking.
“How have you been?” He's thankful the words that escape are normal and not created off the impulsive thoughts he had earlier.
He hears you take a deep breath before you respond, “I’ve been good, like actually. It’s really nice in California,”
You sound genuine and it makes him a little less tense.
“At first it was hard, since I only understood a bit of English, but I guess Duolingo really helps you out,” you laugh, “But I’ve met so many people, a lot of celebrities especially since they come to the games sometimes,”
“That’s good, Y/N,” Atsumu gives. He’s not sure what else to say.
There’s a hesitant look in your eyes, “How… how have you been?”
“I’ve been good, too. My brother recommended me to his therapist so I did that for a while,” your eyes widened in surprise at that.
“That’s good, Atsumu,”
He nods, “Yeah. Other than that, it’s been the same old, just playing volleyball,”
The two of you sit in another round of silence.
He’s surprised when you’re the one who brings up the subject he’s been dying to know.
“Have you been seeing anyone else?” your eyes find a place in the opposite direction of him.
“No, not at all. Not since, well, you know,” he beats himself up mentally for the way he worded that. Was that necessary? “And you?”
“Nope, I’ve been too busy, but I’d be lying if I said I’ve been celibate while here,” you let out a breathy laugh. “Party culture is huge in California,”
Your words prick a little at Atsumu’s heart, but who was he to judge?
“That’s cool,” a faux laugh escapes his mouth.
“I’m sorry,” your words caught him off guard, “I can’t lie to you, I have your name blocked on everything, so I didn’t know you were on the Japan National Team, but I’m proud of you,”
“It was definitely a shock to see your face from across the court,” you continue. “I hate to bring up the past, but I’m sorry for how harsh I was that night,”
“It’s fine, it was my fault,” Atsumu smiles down at you.
“Time away allowed me to really get in tune with my emotions and thoughts, and I finally think I was able to really forgive you. I mean not that it matters, I just think seeing you made me feel nostalgic,”
He laughs, “No, I get it. I feel similar,”
“To be honest, I wasn’t planning on seeing or talking to you at all during my time here. I was hoping we just wouldn’t cross paths, but I’m glad we did talk. Genuinely,”
“Same, Y/N. I’ve been thinking about you since I saw you on the court, and it was really scary considering I haven’t thought about you that much since years ago. But talking to you really helped, and I think maybe I finally got the closure my therapist was talking about,”
You share a small smile, “That’s good,”
The wind blows a bit harsher, the passage of time didn’t really click with Atsumu until now.
“You want to head inside?” he holds an arm out, which you hook onto.
“Sure,”
The rest of the Japan team are huddled in their own little group when the two of you approach them. Shot glasses are shoved into your hands before you can rebuttal.
“I really shouldn’t–” Atsumu pushes.
“Just do it, Tsum-Tsum,” Bokuto smiles.
Cheers, echoes through the air as the lot of you raise your glasses and down the hard liquor.
“I’m gonna find a seat just in case I collapse,” you whisper into his ear. He chuckles to himself when he remembers how much of a lightweight you are.
“I’ll come with,”
He’s surprised how quick you are to start yapping. Laughing as you go on and on about your ventures in California. It’s interesting though. The states made you glow and have definitely changed your demeanor.
“I miss home, though,” you whine, “But I’m glad I’m coming home soon,”
Your words cause a brow of his to rise, “Soon?”
“Did Omi not tell you?” you mumble, there’s a confused-worried look on your face, “I’m coming back to Japan after the Olympics,”
“What?”
Your eyes widen, “W-Why? Should I not?”
“NO- I mean no, that’s great news,”
He can see you visibly settle down at his words. The two of your bodies melt into the couch as the time passes. He’s looking around, watching the other party goers have their own fun. Your breath falls into harmony with his own.
The news you just dropped on him was definitely a shocker. He wasn’t quite sure how to process it.
Would you be coming back to MSBY? Probably not, huh? Maybe a nearby team? Maybe he should stop getting ahead of himself. He looks down at you, your eyes are dozing off.
“Atsumu,” your voice is small as it calls out for him.
“Yeah?”
“Do you still like me?”
FORGIVE OR FORGET
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PAIRING. Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader
GENRE. angst, fluff, possible smut(?), enemies to lovers
SERIES WARNINGS. (past) bully!atsumu, bullying, harassment.
STATUS. COMPLETE
SYNOPSIS. High school was a living hell because of one man and one man only— Atsumu Miya. After graduating, you made it your goal to never cross paths with him again. It turns out the universe has different plans for you after you get a job as MSBY’s new manager.
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“hey.”
atsumu's gruff and sleepy voice almost startles you as you push your phone away from ear because of how deep it sounded.
“dude, are you making your voice sound deep?” you ask, feigning concern.
you hear him scoff over the other line “no, what the hell? why would i do that?”
“i don’t know, you sound weird.” you say and he scoffs again, “i just woke up.”
“oh,” you hum, “afternoon nap?”
“yeah,” he says and you laugh, “what woke you up then? you usually sleep like a baby.”
“i had a dream,” he mumbles and you’re surprised at how quiet he sounds.
“what was it about?” you ask, curious.
you hear him take a deep breath, “it was a wedding.”
“...okay?” you say, now really confused, “whose wedding?”
“yours.” he says and you let out a surprised laugh, “wow, really?”
“yeah.” he says and you laugh again, “okay, who was i getting married to?”
he pauses, and you’re surprised at the sudden quietness that falls over the two of you, you almost thought he hung up the line, “me.” he finally says.
now it was your turn to pause, “oh.” you utter out, your heart beating in your chest, “that’s…nice.” you have no idea how to react.
“that's all?” he asks and it comes out before he could even stop himself.
“what do you mean?” you laugh awkwardly.
atsumu decides to play it off cool and he fakes a loud scoff, “i mean, wouldn’t you like to get married to me?”
you’re surprised for a moment before laughing again, “no — you’re my best friend, why would i want to get married to you?” that’s a lie.
“i am offended.” atsumu whines, trying to ignore how his heart breaks just a little bit.
you laugh — you have no idea of his ongoing feelings for you, it’s not like he’s ever made it clear to you that he liked you that way, he acted how a normal best friend would.
and now that dream.
“i tell you what,” you say, and your voice drops a bit lower, “by the time we’re thirty, if we’re both still single, we get married to each other, yeah? call it a back up plan.”
atsumu’s heart beats a little faster and his face brightens up, though you can’t see it, “really?” you laugh, “yeah, it would be cool, for us to be together you know.” now you were just dropping hints.
“that would be cool,” he says, “really cool.”
maybe he will get married to you for real one day.
the olympic muffins w/ atsumu | wc: 260 m.list
“you need to eat something other than muff-”
“no, no, y/n, you don’t understand how amazing these chocolate muffins are,” atsumu sits across from you, chocolate already on his fingers, some smudged on the tip of his nose.
you roll your eyes, hands holding a sandwich. everything there is amazing, the different cultures and flavors represented in an array of recipes. and yet all that atsumu seems to be grabbing are the chocolate muffins. he raises his eyebrows at you, waiting for a retort that he would only scoff at. “right, right.. because that is totally healthy for game day,” you take another bite, watching as he does as well.
“but when else will i get to eat these? besides the swimmer dude keeps taking them all anyway,” atsumu shrugs, not having fully swallowed the large bite of chocolate.
it’s beginning to cover his teeth in an odd display, your hand reaching for a napkin to help clean him up. “when you’re done with finishing your event in the olympics.. but also you do have something on your face,” taking the condensation on your water, you wet the napkin and bring it up to his face.
wiping his nose and sides of his mouth, he gives you a warm smile, “what would i do without you, my sweet, sweet girlfriend here?”
“well you’d be a mess, that’s for sure,” you laugh, ignoring the odd looks from fellow competitors that sit nearby, setting the napkin back down. because all you can do is keep looking at him, breathing it all in.
pain???? yeah
endless cycles
another angst drabble bcuz y not?
his shrivelled cries shook the room, the jolts of his body enough to wake you out of your slumber. “’tsumu?”
his heartbeat elevates with every sob ripped from his throat, hands feeling in the darkness for you. “y/n? is that you?” his voice is soft, yet the quiver of his lips is almost audible.
“hey, what’s going on?” you take his hands in yours, and they’re shaking. hesitating, he takes this opportunity to climb on top of your body, laying his head in the crook of your neck.
“you were gone.” he whimpers, a hint of betrayal and anger in his voice. “you disappeared right from under me..”
he feels you nod against him, your frozen digits tracing lines along his arms. “i know tsumu, but i’m here now.”
he sinks further into you, squeezing you tighter as if that would prevent you from fading, from leaving again.
“don’t go again, please.” he mumbles, feeling as your body goes limp beneath his own. “y/n, please.”
“you can’t bring me back, ‘tsumu.”
then your body is gone as he sinks further and further and further into the bed, ‘til he’s crashing through the floor, once again thrashing and sobbing in the sheets.
“‘tsumu?”
“y/n? is that you?”
and so the cycle continues.
Real Friends -m.atsumu
Ft. m.osamu
She always...always stood by me. And I didn't. So she found someone better.
She was there for me when some seventh graders were bullying me and my twin at the park we first met in. I was just in pre k that time as was she, but somehow I thought that she was way cooler than I could ever be.
She taught me that real friends always protect.
She was there for me when my dad stopped spending time with me, my brother and my mom. It was a pretty rough hit but she guided me through it. She played catch with me and my twin instead of my dad because he was never around anymore. But she was and I was so thankful to her for that.
She taught me that real friends always help.
She was there for me when I was nervous about the first day of middle school. She walked with me through the unfamiliar hallways of the new school we both joined. We were in the same class, so was my brother and I was so happy. Happy that I at least had them by my side, I wouldn't be alone now. She helped me get through the first day of my middle school and that was the first time that I saw her as someone more than just a friend.
She taught me that real friends are like pillars that you can rely on.
She was there for me when we were halfway through our first year in middle school and I had to go through some bullying, this time our very own classmates were the bullies. They made fun of me and my hair and my love for volleyball and how I always stuck by her side. I didn't tell her because I was irked by that one statement that they all kept on repeating, 'where's your little bodyguard huh?!' But she would always see through me and beat the bullies up and get in trouble for it later. I felt guilty that she had to go through that because of me but she'd just say, 'it's okay!'
She taught me that real friends always see through your lies.
She was there for me when I wanted to change myself. By that time I had developed some strong feelings for her and I didn't want her to go out with me while I was still an old fashioned dude. I knew she never cared about what was on the outside and focused more on the inside but I wanted to do this, look good for her. She was always the popular and talented one but she was still friends with me. She supported my decisions.
She taught me that real friends always support you.
She was there for me when I stuttered so bad while confessing to her. She said yes, agreed to date me and I felt like the happiest man alive. She told me that she wasn't very ecstatic about the changes I had brought upon my appearances but she also told me that as long as I was happy with the outcome, she was too.
She taught me that real friends tell you the truth.
She was there for me when I struggled with my studies and volleyball during the freshman year of high school. We went to the same high school, inarizaki and I was over the moon that my girlfriend and my bestfriend since forever was with gonna be with me for the next three years of hell along with my twin. She made my freshman year a lot better.
I met some new friends as well. She was the one who introduced me to them.
She taught me that real friends make things better.
She was there for me when I got in trouble with my new friends. She took the bullet for me and I shamelessly let her. She got suspended for a week but she said she didn't care. I believed her words. She also tended to the scratches I'd gotten during a practice match while scolding me. I couldn't take my eyes off of her that time, she looked so cute when she was angry. But she snapped at me when she noticed that I wasn't listening and told me that she wouldn't even care if I injured myself ever again. But yet she never stood by what she said.
She taught me that real friends always care.
She was there for me when I steered away from my path. My focus was more on impressing my new friends rather than my studies. I started caring more about my image and gave more importance to vollayball. And between all this I started paying a lot less attention to her. And the thing is that, she never complained.
She taught me that real friends endure.
She was there for me when in our sophomore year I finally came back on track. I still cared about my image but I gave a bit of importance to my grades as well. She helped me out with my studies and some stress about my volleyball once again. But at that time, somewhere in my mind I thought of her caring nature as annoying and clingy. I thought she was a bit invasive to my privacy. But I never told her that, I just plastered a fake smile and faked everything.
She taught me that real friends put up with peoples' shits.
She was there for me when I at some point stopped sticking by her side. I started ignoring her and behaved with her in a way I should never have. I treated her like she was some servant of mine. And the disgusting thing is that I found pleasure in it at that time. I also got into some bad things like drugs and bad company. When she and my twin asked about the one pouch of white powder that I accidentally left in her bag instead of mine, I told them that it was something for a project I was working on. When my grades dropped again I told her that it was because of an argument with my dad that was neverending and that I'd get them back up in no time, she believed me.
She taught me that real friends always believe.
She was there for me when my dad left me, my brother and my mom for some other woman. I was pretty upset and went seeking for not her comforting embrace but the intoxicating liquid that seemingly made me forget things. I made a big mistake that day as I went out of my house and to a bar where I got laid. I never told her that when she came looking for me at my place saying she was worried for me when she heard the news from 'samu. I didn't admit it back then but I was pretty glad that she did come for me as I bathed in the love and care she provided me with. I liked the attention she gave to me as I subconsciously ranted out about my dad. I guess there was still some alchohol in my system at the time because I didn't remember the love that I felt for her in the following days.
She taught me that real friends listen no matter what.
She was there for me even when I cheated behind her back with random girls I found in the bar I regularly went to, none of which she knew. What she knew was that I went to my friends' house for sleepovers and not the bar. I gradually distanced myself from her for another girl I found myself attracted to.
This is where I did things I wish I hadn't.
I soon ended things with her for the new girl that I had, not realizing that the moment I did that, I'd lost one of the most important treasures of my life. I lost the one true love for a fake. I lost the greatest listener in the world. I lost the most trustworthy person. I lost my anchor.
I lost her.
I lost my real friend.
And I also lost my one true love.
And it was all my fault, but by the time I'd realized that it was too late. She found someone way better than me. Someone who was a real friend to her all these years unlike me who only took advantage of her love and friendship.
She found 'Samu. My twin.
He was everything I wasn't and maybe that's why she fell for him.
Later on I'd gotten to know that she was having a hard time at home with her parents and the night that I had broken up with her was the night she came to me looking for some solace. It was the first time she asked me to be there for her. And I didn't even do that. I did something that made things worse for her.
I figured that 'Samu found her that night. And he gave her the solace that she seeked from me.
God, I now realise that she was always the real friend in our friendship.
She always...always stood by me. And I didn't. So she found someone better. Someone who'd probably treat her like she did me but I also knew that she would treat my twin just like she did me as well. She'd keep being who she is and was, no matter what or who she is with.
'Samu my brother, you are so lucky to have her in your life.
Please don't lose her like I did.
⊱ ────── {⋅. ♪ .⋅} ────── ⊰
The blonde volleyball player watched in awe as a woman clad in a beautiful white gown made her way down the aisle. He was looking at her but her eyes were fixated on someone else, her soon to be husband. Miya Osamu. And the said man was looking right back at her. They both had so much of love in their eyes for he other. It was evident that the couple had gone through tough times together but also had their fair share of happy memories. The woman was in a state of euphoria and so was the man, they'd been together for six years even more if you count their childhood days. They were so fucking happy. So much that 'Tsumu could basically feel it from where he was standing.
‘I guess they were just made for each other.’ That was the one thought that came to Atsumu's mind.
In the past 'Tsumu had often wondered how it would sound if Y/n actually became a Miya. Miya Y/n. He now knew how it'd sound and it was so melodious, but she wasn't marrying him. She was marrying his brother. If the professional player knew this was how things would end for them he'd have avoided losing her by knocking some sense into himself.
‘ 'Samu you lucky bastard.’ He thought as small tears cascaded down his cheeks while he watched you and Osamu kiss and seal the wedding. The crowd erupted in cheers and the whole atmosphere was so full and lively, but on the contrast Atsumu felt lonely and cold and dull. Call him a masochist if you will but even after that numbing pain that he felt in his chest he continued to clap for you and your now husband, forcing his eyes to look at the happy pair.
‘I brought this upon myself. I just wish I could rewind time and make myself not do what I did. All those stupid mistakes and all that hurt I brought upon her.
But even in the end, she taught me one last thing.
She taught me that real friends are to be treasured. Forever.
Because they are rare. And one is lucky to have them. I wasn't one of the lucky ones because I took her for granted and treated her like a rebound. But she was also human and humans have limits.
I didn't treasure her.
And this is how I lost my real friend.’
Atsumu sighed as he put on a smile. He wished you could see through it one last time.
Just one last time.
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Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader
Here's a little late Valentine's Day fic! Minors DNI.
Genre: mild angst, fluff, and smut (the holy trinity!) oh and a little comedy
Warnings: some light couple fighting/bickering, cunnilingus, fem reader.
Word count: 2.6k
Atsumu nearly loses it as you clench around him, body writhing beneath his. Your eyes flutter shut and your mouth parts open to let out another breathless moan. He fights back every urge he has to bust in you now, not wanting to end the pleasure for either of you.
“Tsumu,” you whine, your eyes opening, glossy with love and lust.
He can’t take it anymore. There’s nothing he can do to stop himself. He cums deep inside you with a final thrust, his breath catching and then a groan escaping. He opens his eyes to look at you, but you start to fade from view.
Atsumu wakes up abruptly, jerking his arms and sitting up. His forehead drips sweat as he shakes his head. Another wet dream, he realizes. Flipping the covers off him, he sees he’s made a mess of himself again. He flops back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you’d just come home already.
Looking over at his alarm clock, he sees it’s 3:34 am, just after lunchtime for you on the east coast of the United States. He never imagined you’d go no contact while visiting family back home, but he also never imagined you’d have such a detrimental fight just hours before your flight.
–
2 Weeks Prior
“That’s really close to Valentine’s day, right?”Atsumu asks you, peering over from the couch. You’re surprised to see he’s looked up from the volleyball game he put on half an hour ago.
“Yeah, I’ll get back here on the 14th, actually.” You tell him, drying the final plate and putting it away in the cabinet.
When you look back at Atsumu you see he’s frowning.
“Look, I didn’t buy the ticket. If you have an issue with it, take it up with my dad.” You walk over, sitting down beside him on the sofa.
He wraps his arm around you and you lean into him, curling up on the sofa beside him. His fingers lazily stroke your arm as you sit with him in silence. He’s watching the Argentinian team again, the one you can never remember the name of. All you do know is that one of the players is from Japan and going to be playing in the upcoming Olympics against Atsumu this summer. You assume he’s keeping tabs on him.
“What if you didn’t go? I’ll pay to change your flights so you go after Valentine’s day and once practices pick up and I’m not home as often. I-”
“Atsumu, why don’t you want me to go home?” You snap, sitting up and moving his arm off your shoulder. “I haven’t been home in over a year and missed Christmas with them.”
“Baby that’s not-”
“No, it is. You’ve been whining about this trip since my dad booked the flight.” You stand up, storming out of the room and to your bedroom, shutting the door behind you.
Atsumu has never made a big deal about Valentine’s day before, given you’ve spent two previous together you didn’t think it would be bad getting in on that day. Sure, you’ll be jetlagged and exhausted, but you’d still be able to go out if he wanted to, but last year you had takeout in your pajamas after a particularly long practice. Why would it be any different, especially since his prep for the Olympics has already been so intense, and will only begin to pick up more?
Either way, he’s not getting his way this time. It's not like you’re keeping score, but you tend to give in to his wants more now that you’ve moved in together, even sacrificing Christmas with your family to spend it with his family and meet Osamu's baby. How does he not understand that you just need a few weeks to spend with your family as well?
You grab your suitcase from the closet and begin to fill it, rather haphazardly. You’re more productive when you’re worked up, anyways so you might as well use the energy. Plus you leave tomorrow night, it’s not like you have too much longer to get your stuff together.
A light rasping knock draws your attention to the bedroom door. “Baby, I’m sorry, I just am going to miss you is all.” He says opening the door and leaning on the frame, looking rather defeated.
“It’s fine,” you tell him, going back to packing your bag. “I just need some time to pack and then sleep before the trip tomorrow.” Atusumu looks defeated but smiles anyways and leaves the room.
Even though it’s clear he feels terrible about pestering you, it’s too late now for your attitude to shift. It’s not like you enjoy your sudden shift in mood, but once you're feeling foul there isn’t much you or anyone else can do about changing it. Overall, it’s just better to let you ride it out.
–
Your nails bite into your palm as the plane starts to land. Flying has always been fine, but the landing has always made you nervous, mainly because you hatehow it makes you bounce around. Luckily, you didn’t have anyone beside you for the flight back home to Japan, so you have been comfortable for the long journey.
You find yourself picturing Atsumu fighting the airport traffic, cursing and threatening to honk at the people in front of him. Usually, he’s the one at fault, but you’ve learned to just let him rant and rave since he never actually makes a fool of himself to others… just threatens it.
The next half hour goes by in a flash, it’s grabbing carry-ons, waiting in line, and fighting for bags at baggage claim. Next thing you know, your phone is buzzing with Atsumu’s picture as he calls you.
“Hi baby,” you answer softly, but loud enough to be heard over the airport chaos.
“I’m right outside your terminal. Are you already off the plane?” He asks, not sounding as excited as you expected him to be.
“Yeah, I just grabbed my bags.” You tell him.
“Alright.” He’s in a mood, you assume. He’s rarely this short with you.
Okay, I’ll be there soon.” You hang up as you head towards the exit doors.
You see his car before you’re out of the doors. He managed to get a good spot right up front. Dragging your suitcases behind you, you manage to make it to the car without pulling anything. You’d only brought a carry-on home, but your parents had gone overboard to make up for your missing Christmas, you had to pay for two checked bags to bring back.
Atsumu jogs towards you, taking the bags from you and loading them into the car, silently. He smiled, but that’s the most affection you received from him. You slide into the passenger seat, pulling out your phone, and scrolling to find some pictures to show Atsumu on the drive home and tell him about your trip. He hadn’t texted you much during the time you were away, so you assumed it was because he was so busy with practices so you didn’t bother calling or texting him more either.
Atsumu gets in the driver’s seat and starts to take off. “Want to see some of the pictures from my trip?” You wave your phone around smiling. “Everyone missed you this time.”
“Everyone?” He side-eyes you, and you frown.
“What’s up your ass?” You ask, putting your phone away in your pocket. “I thought you’d be excited to see me.”
He sighs, gripping the steering wheel harder. “You texted me twice, in two weeks. You never called. You were angry when you left. So, sorry if I’m not the Mr. Sunshine you expected.”
“You’re seriously mad at me?” you almost laugh but decide it’s better if you don’t. It’ll probably only antagonize him more. “You could have texted or called me, but you didn’t.”
He looks over, his brows furrowed. Opening his mouth, it looks like he’s about to speak but then he closes it again, deciding against whatever he was going to say.
“Happy fucking Valentine's Day.” You sigh, leaning against the door of the car, looking out at the city as it passes you by.
The rest of the car ride home is deadly silent. Neither of you even bothered to put on the radio or Spotify. It’s awkward but you refuse to give an inch and apparently, Atsumu feels the same way. You sneak a glance at him as you pull into the parking garage of your apartment, seeing he looks exhausted. How hadn’t you noticed that before?
Maybe you should give in, you think to yourself. Before you left you had been snippy with him, even if you felt like he was trying to get you to not visit home. It’s stupid, how high your temper can run without stopping over little things like silly comments. You hadn’t even thought about it while you were gone, only focused on visiting and getting back here; home.
Atsumu parks the car, and you look over at him again. His knuckles are still white from gripping the steering wheel.
“Let’s not fight anymore.” You suggest softly, knowing his stubbornness won’t let him give in. This could be worse than the Cold War if you let it continue.
He sighs, his hand reaching up to his forehead. He runs his fingers through his blonde hair, pushing it back from his face. “It’s been hell. These last two weeks, absolutely agonizing.” He admits, leaning back against the seat and looking over at you.
“I’m sorry, Tsumu, I didn’t know.” You tell him, reaching out and taking his hand.
“Wanna know something funny, though?” He smiles, the silly grin you love so much.
“Sure,” you squeeze his hand softly.
“I kept dreaming about fucking you, I couldn’t get it out of my head.” He laughs, tilting his head back and looking at the roof of the car. “God, I even came a few times in my sleep. Can you believe it?”
“Oh god,” you laugh with him, imagining the way he must have been mortified waking up to that not only once, but a few times. “Maybe we can make up for it after dinner tonight.”
“Dinner?” He looks confused as you nod.
“It’s still Valentine’s day. It’s not too late for us to get ready and go out. I can be fast,” you open the door and get out of the car.
Atsume follows, popping the trunk and getting your luggage from the car. You're quiet again as you take the elevator up to the apartment, but not the awkward kind as you rode in during the trip home. You hold his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder when you can until you’re out of the elevator and making your way to the apartment.
The next bit is a rush, playing out in front of you like it’s not real. Maybe it’s jetlag? You had just traveled for upwards of 18 hours. Or it’s the rush of knowing after weeks you’re finally going to sleep with your boyfriend again? Not even the dirty kind, just the excitement of sharing a bed, your bed, is exciting after weeks of sleeping in the guestroom of your parent's house.
After your shower, you dress in an emerald green dress that has a golden sheen to the fabric. Underneath, you made sure to pick out Atusmu’s favorite pair of lingerie underneath a honey gold set with thigh straps attached to the thong.
“Holy shit,” Atsumu leans against the door frame of the bathroom as you’re applying your last coat of mascara.
You smile sweetly, turning to look at him. He’s dressed in navy blue slacks and a cream button-up shirt. “I’m ready to go.”
Atsumu pulls you by your hand into him, wrapping his other arm around you. “I’m not.”
He kisses you, pulling you closer against him so you’re flush with his body. Your dress rides up in his hand, exposing your ass. He smacks it once, making you yelp against his lips. He laughs deeply.
“There’s no way we’re making it out tonight.” He mumbles, his voice gruff.
You giggle as he pulls away, pulling you with him and pushing you against the bed. Your dress has now risen above your pelvis, bunched up underneath and around you. Atsumu takes one look and groans, smiling wildly at you.
“You fucking angel,” he drops to his knees in front of you. He licks you over the fabric of your thong, sending shivers down your spine in anticipation. “Would it be stupid if I told you you taste sweeter than honey?”
You laugh, sitting up on your elbows. “Yeah, a little. But I like it.”
He grins at you from between your thighs. His tongue pokes out again, slowly circling the fabric over your clit. The teasing pressure is too much, you want his tongue on you. Whining, you push yourself closer to the edge of the bed and he pulls back.
“Ah ah ah, no rushing this. I’ve literally been dreaming of it for weeks.” He says after pulling away and lying his face on your thigh. He looks ungodly pretty like this, and you hate him for it.
“Please, Atsumu I need you.” You whine, pouting your lip out.
He grins again. He loves seeing you beg, even when it’s as half-assed as that. You can’t be expected to give more though, after all the day is starting to wear on you.
He pulls the thong aside and drags his finger down your cunt, covering it in your wetness. “Fuck, you’re so needy.”
You nod, closing your eyes and letting yourself fall back against the bed. As you bounce lightly against the mattress, Atsumu takes advantage, pressing his tongue against your clit. You moan, gripping the sheets and forcing yourself to stay still.
He sucks lightly, sending waves of pleasure from your spine to your toes.
“Fuck me,” you whimper, eyes fluttering open to watch him as he eats you out. He doesn't notice, too lost in you to care about what else is going on. His tongue slides down, teasing your entrance when you feel his fingers slip in.
The stretch overwhelms you. You can't keep your eyes open now, closing them tight as he starts to finger fuck you while sucking your clit again.
“Tsumu, of god,” you mumble out with moans traced between words and syllables.
Gripping the bedding harder, you fight back the overwhelming urge to cum now. You hadn’t even masturbated while you were gone, and now it’s so much at once you’re struggling to stay afloat. Atsumu must know, the way he flicks his tongue and twists his fingers in sync sends you over and you cry out. Cumming you can’t help but arch your back and press your cunt further against Atsumu’s pretty face.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you pant quietly, trying to regain some composure after the waves of pleasure start to roll off you.
“Oh, Angel, you barely lasted five minutes.” He crawls on top of you, his face shiny from being between your thighs. He kisses you softly on the lips.
“Who can blame me?” You laugh, taking his face in your hands. You kiss him again, closing your eyes and feeling the exhaustion taking over your body. “I doubt you’ll last much longer.”
You push him off you, flipping positions.
You pray he cums quickly as you pull his pants down his thighs. Not for any normal reasons but you’re not sure you can stay awake much longer. The eager look on his face suggests you might not have to.
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
Previous//Next
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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𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐘 | akaashi keiji (???) x reader text au!
your manager sets you up with a famous writer and bassist while you’re in a love crisis. you were nervous of losing the golden contract, because you were sure that you’ll struggle with harmonizing given your current headspace.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐬 (𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐬*𝐟/𝐰), 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 ; (𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐮𝟏𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.)
•𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 ; 𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢’𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠•
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"i thought you thought of me better.."
is all thats going through the speakers in your room, kenma's loosing his mind, atsumus genuinely thinking abt jumping off the roof, Hajime is comforting you along with akashi. testuro, well he wishes you where thinking about him and not the guy you are blasting "Casual" by Chappell Roan for.