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haikyuu boys after meeting your parents

featuring; osamu, atsumu, suna x f!reader

warning; just fluff <3

notes; i added some parts from my own life so let’s forget about the stuff mentioned in osamu’s part :’D also this is my first time writing something like this so-

miya osamu

miya atsumu

suna rintarou

Imagine dating Osamu and watching MasterChef together after you’re both home from work.

Laughing at the frustration and fights between the home cooks while eating dinner together is like therapy for you both. You get to escape your worries and forget about the stupidity of the people you had to deal with during your day. Rooting for two different cooks, sometimes you both like the same person, Osamu calling out mistakes the cooks have made is highly amusing to you.

Sometimes either of you yells at the TV for calling out the bullshit the judges say to the contestants.

A/N: Bonjour dear readers! This one shot is dedicated to the hot chef Osamu Miya! P.S. This is my first time writing full smut, please bear with me 🫠🥲 P.P.S. This is my longest one yet! Enjoy!<3

PLEASE DO NOT COPY MY WORK! MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!! + 18

Warnings: cursing, explicit sexual content, mentions of pregnancy at the end, flirting, kissing

Genre: fluff and a tablespoon of smut :3

Words: 10,378 (welp)

Onigiri Miya is the heart and soul of 26-year-old Osamu Miya.

He worked his ass off in culinary school, got his restaurant in the heart of Japan, and even received a Michelin star.

But something seems to be bothering the successful young chef recently, as his kitchen staff has noticed.

One of Osamu’s employees, Tanjiro, has noticed that the younger twin of the famous pro volleyball player Atsumu Miya has been kind of moody lately. Okay, scratch that.

Very moody lately.

Tanjiro is currently preparing a new order of salmon-filled onigiris when he hears the waitress Kanao come through the doors that are connected to the busy kitchen.

Kanao has a pissed look on her face and grumbles curses under her breath as she marches over to Tanjiro and stands next to him.

The short-haired blonde leans against the counter, her arms crossed against her chest and her frown lingering on her face, as she starts talking quietly to her friend and coworker.

“Gosh, Miya-sama has been so bitchy lately. It's not my fault the lady at table seven complained that the fish didn't taste fresh, even though I told her that we get fresh deliveries every single day. And then she has the nerve to demand to see the head chef!”

Tanjiro listens to her rambling, nodding along as he glances at her sometimes, putting the nori around the triangular onigiris for the finishing touches.

He puts the new order on a hot plate and places the new onigiri perfectly in position and adds a few Nasturtium flowers on the plate for presentation.

“I mean, you know what the boss can be like, especially on days when his brother pisses him off,” Tanjiro explains to her.

Kanao listens to his words and huffs in annoyance, crossing one foot over the other.

“But he’s been a lot worse for a couple of weeks now. I don’t think it has anything to do with his brother. He’s never been this pissy and rude for so long.”

Tanjiro thinks for a moment and states his theory.

“Maybe he is upset with the fact that a new ramen place opened up just across from Onigiri Miya. I mean, I went to Ninja Ramen last week with a friend of mine, and holy shit that was the best ramen I’ve ever had! Seems like the owner is doing well. She is a chef and she learned the art of making ramen noodles from THE Ivan Orkin. He is the best ramen chef in the world! Doesn’t surprise me that her ramen tastes amazing.” Tanjiro explains and hands Kanao the new plate of onigiri.

All of a sudden, an imaginary lightbulb pops up over Kanao’s head and she gasps loudly, making the poor black-haired cook jolt in surprise.

She quickly places the plate down and shakes Tanjiro by the shoulders, squealing in excitement.

“Tanji, that’s it! We’re gonna hook them up! Miya-sama needs to lose some steam anyway and what better than some hot, mind-blowing, steamy sex?!”

Bewildered, Tanjiro looks at her with wide eyes that scream ‘Are you insane?!’.

Pushing her back a little bit, he hesitantly replies.

“Okay, I am going to stop you right there. First, Miya-sama barely has time for dating anyway. Second, do you want to get fired? Because that’s how you get fired. Interfering with his personal life, that’s like death in seconds. Third, we don’t even know if she is married or in a serious relationship.”

Kanao scoffs at that, regaining some distance between them.

“I am willing to take the chance.” She wraps an arm around Tanjiro’s shoulders and points out to the kitchen ceiling.

“Can’t you see it, Tanjiro?”

“See what?”

“Our chance to be off on the weekends or earlier at dinner times because our boss is too busy screwing a certain someone from across the street?” Kanao wiggles her eyebrows up and down in a suggestive way.

Scrunching his nose in disgust, Tanjiro is about to shut down her idea, when a pissed-looking Osamu Miya bursts through the kitchen doors.

The sudden noise of aggressive slamming startles both Tanjiro and Kanoa, making them shrink in fear of their moody boss.

“Kanoa, get that freaking order out to table seven. NOW! Tanjiro, don’t just stand there! Get five more orders of onigiris ready, filled with tuna and spring onions! And why is the rice bowl less than half empty?! Gosh, I have to do everything around here.” Osamu marches over to the pots and starts a new batch of cooked rice.

The blonde waitress quickly glances at Tanjiro once more before grabbing the plate with food and making her way out of the kitchen.

The young cook watches Osamu, actually realizing that Kanoa’s idea of hooking his boss up with the owner across the street might not be so bad after all.

‘I can’t believe I am actually into this crazy idea.’

After the crazy dinner rush, it is finally closing time.

The exhausted employees are leaving through the front door after finishing their duties for the night.

Kanao wraps her scarf around her neck and waits near the entrance for Tanjiro.

As she scrolls through Instagram, she hears him making his way toward her from the kitchen, finally changing into his normal clothes.

“Night Miya-sama, see you tomorrow.” Still counting the money from the register, Osamu doesn’t even look at his workers as he mumbles out a quiet ‘Night’ that Tanjiro barely hears.

The two of them leave the restaurant, walking down the dark sidewalk to the train station together.

Tanjiro shoves his hands into his warm jacket before he decides to speak up.

“So, tell me about this crazy plan of yours.”

Kanao gives him a mischievous grin and rubs her gloved hands together and leans in a little bit too much for Tanjiro’s liking.

“I knew you were going to be with me on this!”

~ Three days later ~

Okay. Today is the day. The day when Kanao and Tanjiro try to hook up their boss with the chef from across the street.

On the way home three days ago, they decided that they split up their tasks. Kanao is going to (stalk) research the owner of Ninja Ramen and Tanjiro is keeping Osamu a little bit longer than necessary at the restaurant.

The waitress found out that the owner of Ninja Ramen across the street is called (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and she is the same age as Osamu.

The best news? She is single!

Thanks to a little girl-to-girl-talk, she managed to convince the beauty from across to visit Osamu after dinner hours.

Usually, Tanjiro is the one that counts the leftovers of ingredients in the fridge but since you are coming over, he involuntarily decides not to do it, so Osamu has to stay a little bit longer than necessary.

It's now 20:57 and Tanjiro and Kanao are getting more anxious by the second. Especially Tanjiro. You are supposed to arrive in less than five minutes and Tanjiro swears he is about to pass out any second now from the stress.

Osamu is busy cleaning up the kitchen and counting the fillings and rice for the list of upcoming orders.

Not knowing he has been set up for a blind date, the owner of Onigiri Miya is deeply focused, as he writes down the number of vegetables in the fridge.

‘Gosh, I feel so shitty for letting Miya-sama do the extra work! Kanao’s plan better be working or else I am going to get fired!’ Rambling in his thoughts, Tanjiro quickly walks over to Kanao, who is wiping down the tables.

“Hey, Kana, what did you tell (Y/N) again?” He looks at her nervously, while keeping an eye out that Osamu doesn't hear them.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, she replies.

“For the last time Tanji, she is coming over at 21:00 and I told her to look pretty because our owner wants to get to know her.” She sprays the table a few more times with disinfectant and lets it dry.

Tanjiro gulps nervously and hisses at her quietly.

“If we get fired because of you, you owe me VIP seats to the next MSBY Jackals game!”

Kanao scoffs at that demand but agrees nonetheless.

The sound of the door chime rings, interrupting the two young adults.

Tanjiro’s eyes widen at the sight before him. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. The perfect body of a goddess and an aura that shines brighter than a thousand suns.

Your eyes are taking in the embellishments and the cozy atmosphere of Onigiri Miya.

An inquisitive look decorates your beautiful face with a smile so captivating, that even the worst days can turn rain into sunshine.

Your shoes echo a little bit on the dark gray tiles and your pretty eyes land on two young adults that look quite happy to see you.

Stepping forward you begin to introduce yourself in a shy voice.

“Hello, my name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), the owner and head chef of Ninja Ramen. I was supposed to meet someone here. Osamu Miya, I think? Is he still around?”

Tanjiro and Kanao don’t say anything for a few seconds until the blond-haired girl finally opens her mouth.

“Oh my gosh… Yeah! Yes, he is still around. Miya-sama is currently cleaning up in the back but he will be right out! Just sit wherever you like, my friend and I were just leaving anyway!”

You gaze at them confusedly, eyes following their backward steps, as the giddy blonde shoves the black-haired guy through the entrance doors.

With one last wave, Kanao exits the restaurant and tugs a bewildered Tanjiro down the path.

‘What a weird duo’, you think to yourself as you turn back around.

You have to admit though, it is a nice place. The whole restaurant is furnished with black square tables and cushioned chairs stacked upon them. The aroma of lemon and a slight amount of disinfectant fills in your nose, strangely comforting you because this tells you that the owner is sticking to the hygiene rules of a restaurant.

Awards about ‘BEST ONIGIRI IN JAPAN’ and framed TripAdvisor recommendations are hanging on the black walls, along with some YELP reviews from people whose names you don’t recognize.

‘Tobio Kageyama, Keiji Akaashi, Tetsurō Kuroo,… hmm… none of these names ring a bell’, you wonder yourself as you spot the light coming from two doors, that you assume is the kitchen.

With careful steps you begin to walk towards it, one hand slowly pushing the door open.

As your eyes adjust to the bright light you spot someone, who has his back turned towards you. Taking in his appearance, the sight of the man in front of you is almost taking your breath away. His whole outfit is black. Black All-Star sneakers, along with black jeans and a back shirt so fitting, that you can define some of his back muscles. A black cap turned backward sits on top of his head and you can make out a chibi version of an onigiri.

Gosh, your mouth almost feels like it’s about to drool at any moment. His deep voice, however, interrupts your staring.

“Tanjiro, why are you still here? I thought you went ho-“, Osamu interrupts his sentence, when he turns around and spots you.

His wide metallic eyes take in your form, quite shocked but also astounded by the sight of the jaw-dropping woman in his shop.

He tries to open his mouth but no words manage to come out.

You are a bit flustered by his reaction but still, introduce yourself to him.

“I-I am sorry for barging in like this, but one of your workers, the small short-haired blond one said I could find you here. M-My name is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), I am the owner and head chef of ‘Ninja Ramen’. It’s nice to meet you.” You bow down a little bit as you greet him.

Osamu finally snaps out of his trance and is now able to answer you properly.

“Oh, you mean Kanao. U-Uhm… I-I don’t want to sound rude, but what are yer doin’ here?” The young chef stutters out, like a middle schooler talking to his crush.

Sensing his nervousness, you give him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t worry I am not here to rob you or anything but Kanao said you wanted to meet me. So here I am.”

Rubbing your hands together sheepishly in front of you, you're waiting for his response.

The former Opposite Hitter furrows his face in confusion, tilting his head to the ground as he tries to remember anything he might have said to his staff members.

“I apologize for any mix-up but I don’t recall sayin’ anythin’ to my staff about meeting ya.”

Now you are even more confused than the man standing across from you.

“That’s strange because, from Kanao’s version, you sounded pretty desperate. Using words like ‘too shy to talk to me’, and ‘wanting to stare deeply into my eyes the whole night until the sun rises’ and I also remember her saying that you think I have a ‘smoking-hot body of a Goddess’.” You cheekily smile at him, crossing your arms across your chest as you walk around a little bit.

Osamu makes a choked sound and his eyes widen in shock. You also notice his cheeks redden with embarrassment and his reaction is making you laugh.

“Relax, relax. The last part was made up by me. I couldn’t help myself.” You chuckle a little bit and gosh just the sound of your laugh is making weird things happen to his heart.

All of a sudden it beats a lot faster. He can feel a spread of warmth in his chest and it’s hard to breathe as well, almost like he ran a marathon for 10 miles without stopping.

You glance at the stack of rice on the counter, along with a notepad and a pen. The door of the fridge is open and your eyes wander over the perfectly stacked vegetables, meat, fish, and eggs.

“Do you need any help?” You ask him while side-eyeing him.

Osamu thinks for a few seconds, before shrugging and agreeing.

“Sure.”

The two of you spent some time together, with you counting the ingredients remaining in the fridge and him writing everything down.

During your counting, you ask him a couple of questions. What made him want to go to culinary school, where he learned how to make onigiri, his favorite food, and even some stories about his time as a teenager in high school.

“So you have a twin? My deepest condolences.” You laugh at the story about how Osamu almost drowned Atsumu at the beach because he drew a dick on Osamu’s back with sunscreen, while he was sleeping and just trying to get a tan.

Osamu laughs along with you, sitting down on one of the two chairs he grabbed from the dining room earlier.

“Yeah, ‘m surprised ya dunno him. He always brags ‘bout bein’ the best athlete and Setter in all of freakin’ Japan. He can be a real piece of shit sometimes, grabbin’ the chance once in a while to come here after a training session for sum’ free food. If he knew ya didn’t know him, he’d be flabbergasted. Wouldn’t hurt his massive ego though once in a while.”

“Haha, I’ll make sure to drop by then and try not to acknowledge his existence.” You wipe away a tear from laughing so much.

After calming down a little bit, Osamu leans his head against his hand, while having his elbow on the counter.

You mimic his actions, putting one leg over the other.

Deciding to be bold, you even surprise yourself by saying this.

“Hey, uhm. I really enjoyed my time with you tonight but I should go home now. I have to be at my restaurant tomorrow morning at seven to catch the delivery guy. I was hoping to get your number because I want to stay in contact with you.” You gaze at him with shy eyes and a blush across your cheeks.

Osamu’s heart drops in his stomach at the thought of you leaving. But his joy quickly comes back as you want to exchange numbers with him. He could almost scream out of happiness.

A lovely woman like you is actually interested in him. Not his twin Atsumu, the famous pro volleyball player.

Him!

Osamu Miya!

Grabbing his phone from his back pocket he opens the contact app and hands you his phone.

Your fingers brush his very faintly but it almost feels like electricity going through your veins.

Typing in your number, you hand him his phone back.

You get up from your chair and help Osamu put the chairs back into the dining room.

Pushing a loose strand behind your ear, you briefly make eye contact with him and thank him for the enjoyable night.

With one last smile and a polite bow, you exit his shop and walk down the path toward your apartment which is only a few minutes away.

‘Damn. She really is something. And she really does have a smoking hot body of a goddess.’ Osamu cogitates while locking up.

As he walks home, Osamu isn’t recalling any memory of ever talking about you to his staff. Shrugging it off, he decides to interrogate Tanjiro and Kanao tomorrow when he sees them.

After reaching the door of his apartment 15 minutes later, he unlocks his door and enters inside.

While he takes off his shoes, he grabs his phone from his back pocket and opens up his messenger app, pondering what he should say.

Typing in a message, he re-reads it before sending it to you.

Just freshly coming out of the shower you hear a notification sound coming from your phone.

Drying your hair off with a towel, you pick up your phone and smile widely at the message that Osamu has sent you.

‘Had a wonderful time with you tonight. What do you say about havin’ dinner with me at my place next Saturday? :)’

Osamu is brushing his teeth when his phone vibrates with a notification from you.

His heart skips a beat when he reads your reply.

‘Me 2! And I would love that! I can’t wait to learn more about you and to be able to taste the food made personally by THE Osamu Miya <3.’

Smiling like idiots, both of you head to bed that night, excitement bubbling in your stomachs, looking forward to seeing each other again in 7 days.

~ The next day ~

The next morning, when Tanjiro walks down his usual path towards Onigiri Miya, an unsettling feeling sets in his stomach because he doesn’t know what happened between you and his boss last night.

He prays to the Gods and every other supernatural power in the heavens that Osamu had a good time last night and Tanjiro hopes that he still gets to keep his job that pays his bills.

Kanao had texted him earlier in the morning, saying she didn’t feel good for work today. But Tanjiro knows it’s some bullshit excuse so she doesn’t have to face Osamu like Tanjiro does.

With a sweaty hand, he pushes open the entrance door and hears the bell chime above the door.

‘Deep breaths Tanjiro.‘

The young cook walks with heavy footsteps inside, immediately noticing a whistling tune coming from the counter.

As soon as Osamu hears the jingle of the bell, he stops whistling and looks up to see who has entered.

With a smile, he greets his employee with a chirpy `Good morning’ and Tanjiro can feel himself breathing out a sigh of relief. So the blind date did go well. Mumbling a quiet ‘Good morning’ back he hurries into the kitchen.

Tanjiro enters the kitchen and gets changed quickly into his cooking uniform. He ties his apron behind his back and gets started to cook the rice in the huge rice cooker.

The sound of the kitchen doors opening rings in his ears and he can hear footsteps slowly approaching him.

The black-haired adolescent gulps nervously and he can feel Osamu‘s presence, as he now chops the vegetables on the wooden board.

The 6‘2“ head chef leans against the counter and crosses his arms against his chest as he looks at Tanjiro.

Tanjiro focuses on his chopping so he doesn’t accidentally cut himself.

”So, Tanjiro.“ Osamu starts.

The sound of his boss’ voice makes Tanjiro freeze, the sharp knife stopping its actions.

“There was a woman in my shop last night after closing hours. She said some interestin’ things. Like for example how ‚desperate‘ I was to meet her accordin‘ to a certain blond-haired employee of mine and me thinkin‘ how she has a smokin‘ hot body. She looked awfully familiar, let’s say, I dunno, maybe like the owner of ‚Ninja Ramen‘? Ya wouldn’t know anythin‘ bout that would ya?“ Osamu awaits his answer and keeps his gaze locked on him.

Still frozen in fear, Tanjiro is not able to answer him. He promised not to rat out Kanao, but then again Kanao left poor Tanjiro alone with Osamu today.

“Tanjiro?“ Osamu asks with a firmer voice.

Okay, Tanjiro can’t take the pressure anymore and he breaks.

“Okay okay, I give up! Yes, it was Kanao’s plan for you to meet up (Y/L/N)-sama but I swear, I tried to change her mind about it! I am so sorry, please don’t fire me!” Tanjiro frantically says as he bows down deeply, to apologize for his and Kanao’s behavior for interfering with his personal life.

Tanjiro stays in this position, still not hearing an answer from his boss, he looks up slightly in fear.

Osamu is staring at him silently, eyes hooded and a deadpan expression resting on his face.

Suddenly a small smile grazes his features, as he looks up to the ceiling, remembering your beautiful face from last night.

He takes off his cap and ruffles his dark hair messily, before placing the cap back on.

The younger Miya twin makes his way towards the kitchen doors, stopping right in front of them but not turning around when he speaks to his apprentice.

Tanjiro regains his posture and shuffles his feet a bit against the floor uncomfortably due to his boss’ silent tension.

“Tanjiro.” He perks up at his name.

“Y-Yes Miya-sama?” He stutters out.

“I had a good time with (Y/N) last night and I want to thank ya for that. But don’t you dare interfere with my personal life again, ya hear?”

“Y-Yes s-sir.” Hearing his words, Osamu exits the kitchen and continues his happy tune.

Exhaling a shaky breath, Tanjiro curses the hell out of Kanao and swears that he will get those VIP tickets regardless of her.

When Kanao comes back to work two days later on Tuesday, she immediately notices the change of behavior of her boss. Osamu smiles a lot more and it’s even an honest smile!

During break times, she catches him a lot on his phone, typing feverishly to answer you. Even the slightest notification sound is making him pull out his phone to check, only to sigh in disappointment as it’s not a reply from you.

The week feels like it’s passing too slowly for Osamu. But thankfully it’s Saturday again, the day when you come over to his place.

Osamu checks the time on his phone and sees that it’s 15:47. You’re coming over at 18:00.

Exhaling slowly, Osamu takes off his hat and shuffles his messy black hair.

He tells one of his waitresses to watch the cash register for a moment, walking towards the kitchen.

When he opens the door he gets greeted by his kitchen staff, as he enters.

Standing in the middle, Osamu asks for a moment of attention.

Everyone stops what they are doing and turns to listen to what their boss has to say.

“Alright, everyone. I have some personal matters to attend to so we are closing right now. Finish the orders, but please don’t take in any more customers. All clear?”

“Yes, Miya-sama!”

Osamu nods and makes his way back outside.

When everyone leaves, he locks up his restaurant and puts a paper on his front door, which states that unfortunately due to unexpected personal matters, the restaurant has to close earlier than the opening times say. And a P.S. underneath the note that the shop will be open again regularly on Tuesday.

Once he arrives home, he starts to clean up a little bit more, making sure that everything is in place and spotlessly clean.

Eventually, 18:00 rolls around, and sharp on time, his doorbell rings.

Osamu quickly lights another candle and skips his way to his apartment door.

As soon as he opens his brown wooden door, he is immediately greeted by your beautiful smile.

You are pulchritudinous.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?“ You tease him.

“Oh yeah. Uh yeah. Sorry, come in.“ The ravenette snaps out of his trance and steps aside to let you enter his apartment.

Your shoulder brushes his briefly and Osamu smells your perfume as you bend down a little bit to take off your sneakers. Your perfume smells like a mixture between vanilla and coconut and the ravenette wishes he could hug you from behind and hold you all night long while remembering your scent in his memories.

Osamu walks ahead and you follow him into the kitchen.

His kitchen is wide and spacious, not to mention sparkling clean. Which doesn’t surprise you, since his restaurant is also in top condition.

A light gray polished marble floor shines in your way, giving it an expensive taste. The kitchen counters are black and white, with a colorful LED strip underneath some of the cabinets. It gives off a cozy atmosphere. You have to admit that the owner of Onigiri Miya has exquisite architectural taste.

You can hear the voice of Ed Sheeran on a music Bluetooth box not too far away, playing the song „Shape Of You“.

A few candles are placed along the counters, giving your stomach butterflies because you know that Osamu is trying hard to impress you, even though he doesn’t need to.

Osamu watches as you look around a little bit in his apartment, taking in your reactions as you glance over his framed pictures of him and his brother in his living room. There are some old Volleyball team snapshots and a funny selfie from a guy you don’t recognize as he holds up a peace sign to the camera with a blank expression, while Atsumu and Osamu are on hospital beds, beat up faces along with bandaids and it’s blurry, but they are throwing hospital equipment at each other with angry looks.

“So I was thinkin‘ of makin‘ Spaghetti and meatballs for dinner. Just easy an’ quick to make. That sound alright with ya?“ The former Opposite Hitter rubs his hand on his neck while giving you an unsure look.

Though as long as you get to spend time with him, that’s all you care about.

Beaming at him, you nod in response.

You place your jacket across the back of his black leather couch and tug your sleeves back behind your elbow.

Following him from the living room into the kitchen you begin to wash your hands by his Undermount sink.

“Whatcha doin‘?“ He tilts his head as he watches you.

“Helping you make the food obviously. I am not going to sit around and let you do all the work.“ You reply.

Osamu is taken aback by your straightforwardness, but he is not going to lie, he kind of likes it.

“Alrighty, I will do the noodles and the sauce then if ya wanna start the meatballs.“ Osamu suggests.

“Yes, chef.“ You wink at him with a flirty smile.

Shaking his head in amusement, Osamu grabs all the ingredients and spices to make some killer Spaghetti and Meatballs with you together.

Grabbing the ground beef you put it in a huge mixing bowl that you grabbed from one of the cabinets.

Chopping up an onion, garlic, and some parsley, you add it into the mix.

Afterward, you put on gloves to add some salt and pepper, Worcestershire Sauce, breadcrumbs, Parmesan cheese, and an egg.

You begin forming the meatballs with your black-gloved hands, deeply focused on getting them round.

All of sudden you feel a warm breath over your shoulder, giving your skin goosebumps over your neck.

Osamu looks over your shoulder, as he watches in admiration of your idle hands shaping the beef mince.

Huffing in frustration, you curse the meat as it keeps falling apart.

Chuckling slightly at your reaction, he leans in a little bit to whisper his advice in your ear.

“Try adding more bread crumbs into the mix, it should help the meatballs to stick together.“

His deep voice is sending shivers down your spine and you can’t believe that it’s turning you on.

Following his advice nonetheless, you pour more breadcrumbs into the bowl, before setting the can aside again.

Re-mixing the meat, you take a patch of meat again and begin to reform it with shaking hands.

Rough hands are surrounding your own, making you gasp.

“See? Told ya it would work.“ He places a teasing kiss behind your ear.

He retracts his hands and body, already making you miss his warmth.

When he washes his hands by the sink, you’re finally able to exhale the breath that you didn’t realize you were holding in.

‘He‘s getting bolder. I like it.‘ You think to yourself, as you try to calm down your breathing and your rapid heartbeat.

You quickly look in Osamu‘s direction and watch him cut up onions, tomatoes, and some garlic as well with skilled hands. The sound of a knife repeatedly cutting against the wooden chopping board distracts you from making your meatballs.

Almost out of instinct, like he could tell you are watching him, Osamu looks at you from his side view and you whip your head back to your task and blush furiously.

The black-haired twin chuckles darkly at your reaction but continues with his chopping.

After shaping all the meatballs together and finally starting the sauce, you put the meatballs in the oven.

The water for the noodles is boiling and you swear it’s the steam making things hotter in the room. When you were watching Osamu earlier, you have to admit you were certainly enjoying the view. The way the muscles on his arms worked, gosh you wish he would wrap those hands around your body to feel you down.

Mentally slapping yourself out of your flustered state, you try to calm down but it’s no use. You have a feeling Osamu is purposely messing with you with his feather-light touches and it’s driving you insane.

Fortunately, dinner is finally ready and you can’t wait to dig in and hopefully calm yourself down.

Grabbing two bowls from his black cabinet, he makes you a bowl full of Spaghetti and meatballs before handing it to you.

You grab the utensils from his drawer for you and him and head over to his dining table.

You place the utensils down in front of you and on the other side for Osamu.

Walking back to the kitchen, you ask him if you can help him with anything else.

“If ya want to, ya could grab my bowl and set it on the table. I will bring Parmesan cheese. By the way, do ya want some wine?“ Osamu opens the fridge again to grab the cheese and looks at you with questioning eyes.

“That sounds lovely, thank you.“ You give him a stunning smile as you grab his bowl to head back to the table.

An hour later, the both of you are sitting with full bellies on his couch, after having everything cleaned up and put away into the fridge.

Each of you has a glass of wine in your hands, with only a few feet of distance between you two, shared laughs and stories fill up the room.

”There was a carnival in our hometown an’ our Volleyball Team went there together. Tsumu went confidently into the mirror maze sayin’ he woulda come out in less than 10 minutes. So Suna, one of our teammates, set a timer and when he still wasn’t out, I gotta admit I was gettin’ kinda worried. So I went in and tried lookin’ for him. I found him after a while and he was crying. I asked him what was wrong and he just looked at me and I saw that he had a bloody nose. He ran into a glass wall so hard, that he broke his nose because he was freakin’ out about never gettin’ outta there. In the end, my Captain, Kita, had to come in and save our sorry asses,” he laughs with a glint in his eyes, as he tells you the story.

You laugh with tears in your eyes, taking a small sip of your wine.

“Oh dear, I kind of feel bad for your brother. But look at you,” you smirk at him.

He arches up a brow in amusement and waits for you to continue.

“A knight in shining armor. Would you have saved me from the mirror maze as well?” You tease him.

“Why, of course, milady. I would have carried thy pretty face out to safety,” he replies with a wink and scoots a little bit closer to you.

“And what would the knight in shining armor wish for as a reward?” You lick your lips while taking a peek at his lips with anticipation.

“Mhm, I can think of something right now.”

You inch a little bit closer to him, your knee bumping his knee softly.

Tucking both of your legs behind you, you lean your arm against the backrest of his couch, still having your wine in your hand.

Osamu scoots a little bit closer as well and now there’s even less space between you two, your eyes set on each other with a blush on your cheeks.

Osamu places his wine on the coffee table in front of the couch before taking yours and placing it down as well. Whilst doing that, his eyes never leave your form.

Now only a few inches apart, you almost press yourself against him. You feel tipsy from the wine and to keep yourself from falling over, your hand touches his muscular chest. You can feel him flex and it is making you want him even more.

The ravenette places one of his hands on your warm cheek and inches his face closer to yours, his eyes darting between your eyes and lips, indirectly asking for permission to kiss you. His other hand is gripping the back of the couch out of nervousness but he almost jolts in surprise when your soft hand is placed over his own.

Your gesture soothes Osamu and calms him down a little bit, so he closes his eyes and brushes his lips softly against yours, almost to test out if he is going too far.

You are not pulling back or pushing him away, which is a good sign because he can no longer wait and finally presses his lips against yours in a soft kiss.

Briefly pulling back after a few seconds, Osamu gazes at you with a new emotion in his eyes. Lust.

This time, you’re being the bold one and you press another kiss against his slightly chapped lips with a little bit more force.

Sighing in bliss, Osamu’s hand wanders from your cheek to your neck and pulls you even closer to make you rest in his lap. Your arms wrap around his neck and you continue the kiss.

Both of Osamu’s hands now wander to grab your waist and he leans back more without interrupting your kiss.

You tilt your head a little bit, to deepen it.

Osamu follows your lead, letting his tongue caress yours, tasting the wine on it. He sighs heavily into your mouth and pulls you even closer so that you’re now laying on top of him. Your nails start to scratch the undercut on the back of his head, almost making Osamu purr in delight.

Unconsciously, you grind on him a little bit and Osamu moans into the heated kiss.

His hands wander down to your ass and start massaging it roughly.

Gasping at these rough actions, your moans get swallowed by his mouth.

Due to the lack of oxygen, you pull away first, inhaling heavily to calm down your breathing.

Osamu is trying to control his breathing as well, gazing at you with dilated pupils and glistening lips.

”Yer so beautiful,” he whispers.

Blushing at his compliment, you dive down again, feeling his tongue immediately enter your mouth again. Your hands travel from the back of his head to his messy hair on top, where you run your fingers through his soft black hair and pull on it slightly. You hear a light growl coming from the back of his throat and as your kisses get wilder, you start to feel something hard against your thigh.

Though you don’t want to continue this further on his couch, you reluctantly pull away.

“How about we take this to the bedroom?” You teasingly whisper into his ear, licking along the shell before biting into it gently.

Osamu shudders at your actions, nodding a few times before sitting up with you in his lap.

“Hold on tight baby,” he orders you before moving his arms around your hips, firmly grabbing them to hoist you up.

You cling onto him with your legs crossed behind his lower back and tilt your head to catch your lips with his again.

Osamu begins walking to his bedroom, still having your lips on his.

Time seems to fly by too quickly because you can feel yourself pressed up against a wall.

You can feel Osamu’s fingers going underneath your shirt, his touch setting your skin on fire. Pulling up your shirt, even more, he breaks the kiss and you take the hint to pull off your shirt, only to capture his lips with your own again. Walking inside his bedroom, he closes the door with his foot.

Osamu starts to walk backward carefully until he can feel the edge of his bed behind his knees and sits down with you still on top of him.

Moving to lay down, he turns you around, so now you’re lying underneath him.

His touches are driving you crazy with desire. You want him closer, to become one with you.

“Oh Osamu, you make me feel so good.” You mumble in between sloppy kisses.

Your hands wander over his upper body, grasping his shirt and pushing it up, so you can feel his firm abs.

Without hesitation, Osamu grabs the collar of his shirt and tugs it off to throw it behind him.

Back to focus on your body, he starts to leave a trail of hot-mouthed kisses on your chest and moves down to the hem of your leggings.

“Call me Samu.” He briefly looks up to you before quickly undressing you from your leggings, leaving you only in your black lace bra and panties.

“Gosh yer so fucking hot, I wish this night could last forever.” He whispers against the skin of your stomach while placing small teasing kisses along it, before reaching the band of your panties, tugging on it with his teeth.

You reach a hand out to cup his cheek softly, your dilated pupils making his cock twitch with need.

“We have all night, I am not going anywhere.” You whisper to him in a seductive tone.

Smiling at your words he crawls back up to you, catching your lips with his yet again and you can feel his smile in your kiss.

Your soft hands are traveling from his chest to his shoulders and you begin scratching them in a teasing manner, making Osamu hiss slightly and grind his hips against yours.

You’re both moaning into the kiss and all of sudden you can feel his strong fingers playing with your bra straps before pushing them down gently to your arms.

Breaking the kiss your body pushes itself up so you’re able to take off your bra in a matter of seconds.

Osamu's fiery gaze burns into your naked chest and he licks his lips before latching onto your chest, pushing you down again once more to maintain control.

Hot kisses are placed across your chest before his mouth engulfes your right boob, as he begins to suck on it harshly.

You let out a loud squeaky moan, fingernails scratching his scalp, making him moan against you. The vibration of his tone sends shivers across your skin, entirely enraptured by his skilled tongue and teeth.

His talented fingers are grabbing the flesh of your waist, hooking them into the lace of your underwear before starting to pull it down. Lifting your hips so he can remove it off of your body, just in seconds hastily ripping it off of you.

Now you’re lying completely naked underneath him, but you notice that he is still wearing his pants. Distracted by your hot body, his soft lips are getting closer to your clit but your words interrupt his actions.

“Take your pants off.” You interrupt his wandering kisses.

Chuckling darkly at your request he leans back down and starts to lick a strip along your folds.

“Patience my dear. I ain’t done with ya yet.” He mumbles into your clit before placing your legs over his shoulders as he gets comfortable on his stomach.

As he starts to give you slow licks against your clitoris, he makes sure to focus on your reactions. And judging by your constant moaning, you seem to enjoy it a lot which fills Osamu’s ego with pride.

Osamu focuses now on your clit, sucking then tracing it with the tip of his tongue. One of your hands finds his hair and you pull on it harshly. He moans loudly in his throat, the vibrations sending you into more of a feeble mess. You cry out his name in sensation as you orgasm, your fluids gushing out, painting his jaw with your fluids. The dark-haired twin laps up everything he could, his mouth and chin wet from your essence and his saliva. He leans back to sit up on his knees; two of his long fingers entering you dripping hole, overstimulating your twitching cunt.

You can start to feel tears building up in your eyes, it’s just too much.

You haven’t felt like this in a long time, even though this is your first time getting eaten out by Osamu, it’s like he already knows how to twist his fingers and use his tongue on you to make you go crazy with desire.

”S-Samu, please…”

He grins cheekily at your shaking voice and leans over you to give you a feverish kiss and whispers against your lips.

“What is it baby? Use yer words.“

His fingers go even deeper and you swear, you almost scream his name as he begins scissoring his middle and ring finger inside your tight cunt.

“Please fuck me, I need you so badly.“ You toss your head into his pillow in a whiny voice.

Osamu curses at your request and extracts his fingers from your dripping hole.

In a flash, Osamu rids himself of his pants and underwear, completely nude right in front of you. As you check him out, his eyes drift to his nightstand, where his condoms are stored.

When Osamu turns to his nightstand to grab a condom and is about to open it, your hand softly grabs his wrist, stopping his movements to look at you.

“I am on the pill and I trust you.“ Whispering in a soft tone, Osamu drops the condom wrapper and leans back down to kiss you gently while placing both of his forearms next to your head. Your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer to you.

Osamu begins to rub his hard erection against your clit, teasing you with his wet tip.

Parting from your lips, you let go of him and Osamu takes his cock in his hand to gently place it against your entrance.

Looking up at you one more time to make sure you’re okay with this, he slowly pushes the tip in, while keeping his focus on you.

You breathe out in a shaking pattern, making Osamu halt his movements.

“Ya okay? Do ya wanna stop?” He asks while brushing his hand against your cheek with a worried look on his face.

"N-No, I am fine. Just been a while since I have done this. You’re really big” you whimper out.

Osamu blushes at your comment, his cheeks heating up in a rosy red as he begins to pepper your face in slow comforting kisses.

He waits a while for you to adjust to his size before you give him the signal to start moving again.

Cautiously he begins to move again, moving his weight onto his arms so he doesn’t crush you.

Keeping his focus locked on you, he takes in your moans and your fucked out expression.

Setting his forehead on your shoulder, he groans deeply into your ear, making your pussy twitch in excitement.

The clenching of your walls tighten around his dick, making his breath hitch and moving a little bit faster and harder into you.

His thrusts are almost erratic, harsh movements slapping against your pelvis. The creaking of the mattress and the headboard slamming repeatedly against the wall take over as the main sounds in the bedroom.

“O-Oh gosh… y-yer… yer feel fuckin’ amazin’.” He pants against your neck, sucking and biting your soft neck.

Mewling at his actions, your arms circle around his muscular back and your nails begin to leave trails behind.

Osamu hisses a little bit at the pain but it spurs him on even more.

Trailing quick and wet kisses along your neck and collarbone, the ravenette continues to ravish and cherish your body to give it all the attention in the world it deserves.

Moving to your lips, your tongues sloppily entangle themselves, while Osamu still continues to snap his hips to yours into the mattress.

With you breaking the kiss, you tangle your fingers into his hair and the ravenette drops his sweaty forehead on yours, while nuzzling his nose softly against yours.

Your shared breaths mingle together, grunts and moans exchanged in a soft pattern.

Pushing himself onto his hands, Osamu gives you a few very hard thrusts of his own, knowing he is close to coming.

Thrusting into your wet hole one last time, he feels his cum burst and paint your inside walls white.

He groans at the feeling of your walls tightening around his dick, squeezing out the last drops of his seed.

Out of breath, Osamu drops into the cooling bed sheets beside you, putting one of his arms over his forehead while the other pulls you closer to his chest.

As you gently lay your head on his sweaty chest you can hear the fast rhythm of his heart beating right next to your ear.

Feeling his fingers caress your sides gently, you manage to sneak a glance at him, seeing his grin and red cheeks from your mind-blowing sex was setting your heart on fire.

“That… that was….fuckin’…. amazin’.” He manages to breathe out.

You giggle at his words, moving to rest your chin on his chest to stare into your lover’s eyes.

The ravenette moves his arm from his forehead to the back of his head, making his biceps flex but he still keeps his other arm around you, pulling you even closer to him, that you’re almost resting on top of him.

Osamu gazes back at you with those star-struck eyes almost not believing that you are here with him, right now, in his bed and in his arms.

Smiling softly at you, he gives out a small blissful sigh, his hand moving from your back to your hair, carding his fingers through your slightly wet hair.

“Something on my face?” You ask him with a small smirk on your face.

“Nah. Just yer beauty making mah heart go crazy an’ I feel like I won the jackpot .” He winks at you.

Scoffing at his flirting, you begin to move off of him to clean yourself up.

Osamu senses you want to leave and tightens both of his arms around you, basically trapping you as he pulls you almost underneath him.

With his strong arms wrapped around you, you squeak in shock like a little mouse.

"Samu, I am gross! Let me go, so I can wash up!” You manage to speak out from underneath him.

“I don’t think so baby, spend a lil’ more time with me, pwease.” He turns you around and gives you puppy dog eyes.

Loosening his grip on you, your arms find the back of his head and you pull him towards you in a hurried kiss but still passionate kiss.

Immediately following your actions, the owner of Onigiri Miya gives his all in the kiss, making it messier and hungrier the longer you make out.

Pushing at his chest so he’s now underneath you, you both break the kiss while a string of saliva connects you both.

Looking into his dilated pupils and his panting breathing rhythm, he seems to be thinking the same as you.

You climb on top of him, sitting on his sweaty stomach as you grind down on him.

Feeling his soft cock hardening again at your movements, you begin to slightly scratch over his chest and stomach, his breath hitches in his throat as your nails leave red marks on his skin.

His hot and moist skin on his stomach is making it easy for you to glide forward and re-catch his lips with your own.

Osamu is still trying to control his panting but he can’t calm down fast enough when he feels your lips on his again.

Moaning against your lips you pull back in a haste and his hardening cock in your hand to guide to your entrance again.

“It’s like I said, we have all night.” You tell him in a seductive tone and as soon as he is inside of you again, Osamu breathes out with a blissful sigh and a grin rests on his face at your statement, ready for round two.

~ The next morning ~

Osamu is in dreamland right now, when a constant annoying vibration on his nightstand rips him out of his bliss.

His eyes slowly blink open, feeling that he is pressed against something or rather someone with very soft skin. His head is placed against your neck and one of his arms is wrapped lazily around your waist.

Groaning in soreness, he untangles himself from your naked warm body to reach for his phone on his nightstand.

When he sees his brother‘s name flash on his phone, he automatically is irked. Nonetheless, he answers.

Before Osamu can even say anything, Atsumu already starts yelling at him.

“Osamu! Why the hell‘s ya shop closed?! It’s SUNDAY! Yer the only one open on Sundays! I am starvin‘! An‘ yer lousy sign about ‘personal matters’ that ya apparently need ta attend to, is bullshit! What kin‘ of personal fuckin‘ matters do ya need ta attend to huh?!“

“Calm yer scrawny ass down. I ain’t feelin‘ well today so I am stayin‘ home.“ Osamu explains to him in his morning voice while pinching his nose in annoyance.

Silence on the other side.

“Well do ya at least have food at ya place?“ Atsumu asks.

Osamu can’t believe how this man, his freaking twin, can live by himself.

“Yeah but-“ the younger twin gets interrupted again.

“Good I‘ll be over in 5.“ The Setter says and hangs up.

Baffled, Osamu looks at his phone for a second before realizing what his brother just said.

Untangling himself completely from you, he manages not to wake you up.

As soon as Osamu gets up from his bed, he immediately pulls on boxers and his sweats he hastily grabbed from his closet and almost runs towards his front door.

Before he can reach it though, his door unlocks with a click and his sandy-haired twin walks in with his spare key.

Atsumu’s look finds his brother‘s and doesn’t even greet him as he begins to walk straight to Osamu‘s fridge.

The ravenette follows the blonde and is beyond pissed off, he only has given Atsumu his spare key for emergencies.

Being lazy and not wanting to cook for oneself does certainly not count as an emergency.

“Can‘tcha just get one of yer teammates ta bring ya somethin‘ over? Also, I gave ya a key for emergencies only, ya can‘t just bust in whenever ya feel like it“ , ironically the younger brother scolds the older one.

Speaking with his mouth full of orange chicken and rice, Atsumu answers, little grains of rice accidentally falling out, as he talks.

“Meh yannow yer food tchastes besht. Alsho.” Atsumu swallows a bit before continuing.

Osamu doesn't like that mischievous smile, it irks him even more.

“Yer have a lil’ hickey on the side of yer neck. Along with some scratch marks on yer chest and-“ Atsumu pauses before squinting his eyes to take a better look.

“That a fuckin’ bite mark?!” Atsumu exclaims loudly before laughing out loud.

“Tsumu, shut. Up!” Osamu shushes him with a snapping undertone, almost begging him to be quiet so Atsumu’s loud laugh doesn’t wake you up.

But Atsumu doesn’t care about the angry look his brother is giving him, he goes on laughing, almost with tears in his eyes.

“I can’t believe it! Yer got laid! Shit! Bout damn time! So, who was the lucky lady lil’ bro?” Wiggling his eyebrows up and down, Atsumu impatiently waits for an answer.

“It’s none of yer damn business. And stop eating my food!“ Osamu spits at him and slams the fridge door closed.

“Jeez someone’s tired and grouchy dis mornin‘.“

Rubbing his hands over his face, Osamu is still trying to wake up, and having his twin brother uninvited over at his place, isn’t exactly a great way to start the day.

Before he can answer though, you step into the kitchen, only wearing one of Osamu’s shirts and your panties.

His shirt is a little bit too big on you, almost reaching the middle of your thighs. Osamu’s eyes widen and Atsumu’s jaw almost drops on the floor at the sight of you.

Shyly you look between them before your gaze remains on Osamu.

“I-I am sorry for interrupting, but I heard a lot of loud noises coming from the kitchen and I just wanted to make sure you’re okay Samu.”

Osamu stares lovingly at you with a smile, before walking over, wrapping his strong arms around your waist to pull you towards his well-defined chest.

“I am alright. Thank you for checkin’ on me. Sorry if I woke ya up.” He quietly apologizes to you.

Atsumu coughs a little bit, as he, unfortunately, can feel the sexual tension in the room. Neither you nor Osamu care though.

But the Setter swears he’s never seen his brother in a state like this. It almost looks like his twin is under a love spell, completely enchanted by your looks and charms.

He is happy for him though, almost admitting that he is jealous that his brother scored such a hot girl. Of course, he would never admit this out loud.

“I am going to take a shower. See you in a bit.“ You untangle yourself from his embrace and stand on your tiptoes, to give him a quick peck on the lips. Osamu tries to chase your lips with his but you gently push him away with a teasing smile on your face.

“Later.“ You wink at him, already on your way to his bathroom, making him smirk in excitement.

Both of their eyes follow you, and you hear one last interaction between them before you close the bathroom door.

“Didya at least use protection?” Atsumu asks.

“GET. OUT!” You hear Osamu yell, before the sound of an aggressive door slam echoes in the apartment.

Tooth-rotting extra scene <3

It’s 20:47 and the team of Onigiri Miya is finishing up the clean-up of dinner tonight.

Osamu is counting the money by the register, while Kanao wipes off the tables with a kitchen towel and Tanjiro is mopping up the kitchen.

The sound of the door chime disturbs the comfortable silence. Kanao looks up from cleaning the table and gives you a friendly smile as you walk into your husband’s restaurant.

“Sorry we’re closing up right now, please come back tomorrow.”

You hear the tired voice of your husband and locate him at the register. Osamu is writing something down on a notepad while still keeping his face down, not noticing you have entered.

You try to hide your smile as you bite down on your lip and slowly make your way toward him.

“Hmm that’s too bad, I was hoping to get some order of love and kisses from my handsome husband that I haven’t seen all day.”

At the sound of your angelic voice, the ravenette’s head rapidly shoots up and a wide smile breaks out on his face.

Osamu puts down the notepad and walks around the counter to be able to greet you by giving you a gentle hug and a quick peck.

“Not that I’m complainin’ but whaddya doin’ here? I thought ya went back home after yer appointment.” The tall chef asks you while arching up a brow.

You lean back a little bit from his hug but remain in his arms.

Giving him a shy smile, you reply.

“I just missed you so much, being alone all day is so depressing and I miss your cooking at home. Making food for myself is kind of boring and lonely. And maybe I also miss the warmth of your love and body that I like to feel by my side.”

Osamu chuckles a bit at your words and takes a loose strand of your hair between his fingers before placing it back behind your ear.

“I miss ya too baby. And ‘m sorry for bein‘ so busy lately, I promise to spend more time with ya and the little one.” He tells you with an apologetic look on his face.

Placing a hand on his chest you let your finger follow the outline of his well-defined chest, almost drooling since your hormones are through the roof ever since you found out you’re pregnant.

Noticing your seductive look and touch, Osamu places his hands on your hips and it almost sounds like a purr when he says this.

“I can tell someone has not only been craving my love and warmth.”

Tanjiro walks out of the kitchen and grabs his coat from the hanger to pull it on.

Also noticing you are here, Tanjiro gazes with a soft smile at the couple.

The romantic moment is ruined, just when you are about to kiss, Kanao decides to open her loud mouth by breaking up the sexual tension between you two, getting slightly uncomfortable with the PDA of her boss and his wife.

“Hey boss, since it’s thanks to us you’re married to the most gorgeous woman in the world, have you ever considered giving us a raise?”

Tanjiro’s head snaps to his friend and silently snaps at her ‘‘Do you have a death wish?!’’

Osamu’s lovestruck face is replaced with an angry look and it sends shivers down Tanjiro's and Kanao’s spines.

“Don’t push it.”

You let out a small giggle and pull his shirt towards you, so you can give him a big kiss on his soft lips.

Osamu is startled by your roughness but melts into the kiss.

As he is about to deepen it more, you let go of his shirt and push a hand on his chest to push him off of you a little bit.

The lovesick twin gives you a soft smile and places his hand on the small bulge of your stomach. Gently caressing it, he glances down.

Your smile matches his own, putting one of your hands over his, to rest against your stomach.

Remembering the surprise you have for him you turn a little bit to reach for your bag. Osamu looks at you a bit confused but lets you reach into your bag.

Feeling the ultrasound pictures in your fingers while rummaging through your bag, you pull it out and hand it to him.

You can see tears forming in his steel gray eyes and Osamu breathes out a hearty laugh.

Taking in his reaction makes you tear up as well, you unfold the ultrasound picture, letting pop up three more photos attached to the first.

You point to the second picture, “This is baby A-”, your finger sliding down to the next, - “This is baby B” and finally tapping to the last - “and this is baby C”.

Confused, Osamu looks between you and the pictures a couple of times before realization hits him.

He wraps you into his strong arms and hugs you tightly against his chest while burying his face against your neck.

“(Y/N), thank you thank you thank you!” Joyfully, he presses tiny kisses all over your face, muffles ‘I love you's grazing over your cheeks, forehead, and lips.

You giggle at his antics, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around like crazy.

Osamu presses his forehead against yours and gently holds your face in his rough hands.

Gray, love-struck eyes stare into your own and you can’t imagine a better life.

You have a husband that loves you to the moon and back. And soon, you’re going to be parents of three little Miyas that you are going to welcome into this world in just 6 months.

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @lyditheoverthinker

DAY 5: GLUTTONY: OSAMU MIYA

You and your husband have been overdue for a much needed vacation, which is why he put his manager in charge of his shop to take you to Okinawa. He booked a beach house for about 10 days and you could not be more excited to spend some much needed alone time with him.

After an exciting day at the beach and a delightful dinner together, you feel Osamu’s bare strong back as he fills you over and over again with his cum.

You don’t know how many rounds it’s been but the both of you keep wanting more. Thankfully as a supernatural being, he has an incredible amount of energy to spare.

Hiding his face in your neck, he switches between heavy pants and groans, his thrusts still as hard and powerful as they were over an hour ago.

"Say Samu…?" You manage to breathe out.

Humming in question, the ravenette pauses his thrusts and when he looks into your eyes, it seems like his now changed violet eyes stare right into your soul.

"What do you say about a little snack break? Aren’t you starting to run out of energy?"

He smirks at your request, propping himself up on his arms, still staying inside of you.

"Does the lady have any wishes?"

You purse your lips and think for a few moments, saying the first dessert that comes into your mind.

"Hmmm… banana cream pie?" You give him your best puppy eyes.

"As you wish." He grins and holds out his hand.

All of sudden, a whole damn banana cream pie is resting in his left hand, gently setting it down into the side before dipping his finger in the whipped cream, spreading it over your naked chest.

"H-Hey I was gonna eat that!" You pout.

Licking the whipped cream off of your chest, he gently sucks your boobs, biting and licking them.

Even though Osamu can’t get enough of food, his hunger for your body is insane. He can’t get enough of you.

His hands produce more whipped cream, as he spreads it across your stomach and more on your chest.

Leaning back into the pillow, you let the demon of gluttony devour you whole, his insatiable hunger for you never going down.

Osamu Miya x wife!Reader "The Green-Eyed Monster"

“What’s he doin’ here?” A very tired Osamu irritably asks, as he spots his twin brother bawling his eyes out in front of you on the dining table.

You turn to your husband with an apologetic look on your face.

“Tsumu’s girlfriend dumped him because he was moving too fast into the relationship for her liking.” You explain.

Osamu’s eyes find his brother’s slumped figure over the table, sighing heavily before mentioning you to follow him into your shared bedroom with a motion of his head.

“Atsumu, I will be right back okay?” You assure him, feeling bad that he barely acknowledges your words, his empty gaze with red eyes trained on his hot chocolate mug that you previously prepared for him.

Walking into the direction of your bedroom, you see Osamu already starting to undress out of his uniform, turning to you, as you walk in and close the door.

“(Y/N) this is now the third time he came over cuz some chick dumped ‘im. And it’s only been five months. Don’t let ‘im in every time just cuz he’s my brother and ya feel bad for ‘im.” Putting his dirty clothes in the hamper, he walks toward the closet, picking out fresh clothes to put on after his shower.

“I know you don’t like it when he comes over unannounced but Samu, I can’t help but try to cheer him up. You know that he has trouble maintaining friends and we live closest to him.”

Osamu sighs at your statement, being tired after a full day at his restaurant is making him more irritated than usual.

“I can’t even remember the last time we had sum time ta ourselves (Y/N). He’s always here, almost hoggin’ all of yer attention just cuz some meaningless fling decided ta dump his stupid ass.” His tone starts to get angry, taking his clothes to walk into the direction of the bathroom to take a shower.

Reflecting his words, you start to get a bit angry as well.

“Well what do you want me to do Osamu? Slam the door in his face? If I remember correctly when we first started dating, YOU were the one worried that Atsumu wouldn’t approve of me and NOW you’re telling me he is ‘hogging all of my attention’?! What are you? 5?”

Ignoring you, he walks past you and slams the door of the bathroom a little bit and you soon hear the shower running.

‘Sigh, the famous Miya temper.’

Rubbing your temples, you walk back into the kitchen to see Atsumu putting his mug into the sink, grabbing his jacket from the chair with a blank expression.

“You’re leaving already? Do you want to stay over?” You ask in a quiet voice.

He shakes his head, looking at you with a hurting expression.

“No. Wouldn’t wanna hog yer attention for more than necessary.”

So he heard your argument.

Before you can retort anything, a loud booming noise interrupts you first, along with a heavy pattern of rain against your windows.

The sudden noise makes you flinch and Atsumu looks outside to see the horrible weather.

Looking at the time, it’s already past 11 p.m.

“Come on Atsumu, I think it’s better if you stay over. Don’t mind what Osamu said, he’s just tired after work. It’s late and the weather is horrible. Just stay in the guest room, I don’t feel comfortable sending you on your way in this weather.” You try to convince him.

The blonde shrugs, very quietly saying ‘okay’ that you can barely hear it.

Stepping down to the familiar direction of the guest bedroom, Atsumu steps inside and you follow him in.

The Setter doesn’t even undress, just walks to the bed and lays down on it to stare at the ceiling.

You sit down on the side of the bed, talking to him in an almost motherly gentle voice.

“Atsumu don’t take what Osamu said too hard, you know how he is when he is extremely tired. And about that girl, I know it’s not my place to say but don’t you think you should heal properly first before jumping into the next relationship?”

The sandy-blond turns to his side with his back now facing you.

Sighing in defeat, you begin to get up when his rough voice interrupts your actions.

“(Y/N), do you think I will ever find someone like you and Samu found each other?”

Halting your actions, you sit down again.

“Well, I am sure you will find your soulmate eventually. I mean with me and Samu, we just met and it immediately clicked.” You smile as you recall the funny way you and Osamu met.

You were driving in your car on your way to work to ‘Colors Of The Wind’, which is a local art shop that sells art equipment and all different colors in different utensils.

Singing along to ‘River’ by Ed Sheeran and Eminem, you don’t see a spider slowly making its way over your dashboard, not having a care in the world.

When you are about to change the song, you see the little creature of hell getting closer to you.

Screaming in fear, you move your steering wheel, crashing right into a dark gray car, whose owner has the same metallic eyes and even darker hair.

Having a small fight over the damage, you explained to the good-looking stranger that you screamed over a spider and he laughed so hard that he had tears in his eyes.

Exchanging numbers to the repair of the damage, you stayed in contact and here you are today. Married for three amazing years already.

“Tomorrow will be a better day, okay? How about I make you some gohan along with yakizakana?” You suggest to Atsumu before you leave him be.

“Will ya also make yer vanilla puddin’?” The Setter mumbles back with a little gleam in his eyes when he turns a bit to watch you.

Giggling at his request like a shy little kid asking for his favorite ice cream, you agree to make your vanilla pudding as well that he loves so much.

“Good night Tsumu, try to sleep a little bit.”

“Night (Y/N).”

Leaving the room, you close the door and put the dishes in the dishwasher before returning to your bedroom where you know Osamu will be.

Slowly opening the door, you see your husband leaning against the headboard, a small frown decorates his usual carefree face.

When you enter, he starts talking without looking at you.

“Can ya sit down please?”

Following his request, you lay in bed with him, leaning against the headboard with your shoulder, so you face him sideways.

Taking a deep breath, he looks at you with deep apologetic eyes and also a small hint of hurt.

“Baby I’m sorry for the way I was actin’ earlier. It was childish and unfair. I love ya so much and I love the way yer takin’ care of my brother.”

“Then why were you so upset?” You ask in confusion.

Osamu looks away from you with a pout, mumbling something that you couldn’t make out.

You lean a bit closer.

“What was that?”

He turns his face back, staring at the ceiling, saying it again but louder.

“I was jealous over yer attention on ‘im. I had a shit day at work today and I just wanted yer cuddles and kisses. When I saw that scrub in the kitchen, it made me more mad. I shouldn't have let my anger out on ya. ‘M sorry baby.”

Smiling at his words, you come closer to your husband to give him comforting kisses along his cheeks.

Sighing in bliss he lets you do as you please.

Stopping right by his ear, you whisper seductively.

“Want some make up sex and then you can vent to me about your day?”

Osamu turns to you with an excited look, quickly pushing you down to lay on top of you.

Giggling in delight, you let the former Opposite Hitter ravish you half the night.

The next morning

The smell of steamed rice and cooked fish is what rips Atsumu out of his dream of defeating Thanos, stretching his limbs and rubbing his tired face.

Remembering that you cooked for him this morning, he gets up very excited like a kid getting to open Christmas presents early and almost sprints out of the room.

Quickly slamming on the brakes what he sees on the counter, his stomach begins to get nauseous at the open PDA between his twin brother and you.

You’re sitting on the counter and have your legs wrapped around Osamu’s waist, your arms crossed around his neck.

The ravenette’s hands rest on either side of your thighs, lips locked together with yours as your husband passionately makes out with you, unaware of his sandy-blond twin.

“Really? That early in the mornin’? That’s gross.” The Setter says in disgust as he leans against the kitchen frame.

Letting go of you, Osamu turns fully around to look at his brother, with you leaning over his shoulders and his neck to look at Atsumu with a flushed face.

“Well scrub, get yerself a girlfriend or boyfriend, then ya will have this too.”

“Fuck ya and yer happiness, Samu.”

“It ain’t my fault that I have the perfect woman and ya don’t. Yer shitty personality drives them all away.”

“Ya know what ya little shithead-“ you interrupt before it escalates into a physical fight like the last million times.

“Okay, okay enough. Let’s eat together. I am not ready to deal with this without food in my stomach.”

Hopping down from the counter, you see the twin brothers glaring at each other.

“Samu, Tsumu, stop it. I mean it.” You threaten them.

The ravenette snaps out of it, looking a little bit scared at your scowling face.

Atsumu claims the small victory in his head of the stare off and almost starts drooling at the sight of the food at the table.

Calming down, the three of you sit down and enjoy the food.

“Itadakimasu.” The three of you say in sync, digging in.

The Setter looks in bliss when he chows down the food, already in a lot better mood than last night.

“So, when are ya guys givin’ me nieces and nephews?” He asks with a teasing smirk.

Osamu starts to choke after that, with you shaking your head at Atsumu, padding your husband on the back and waiting for him to calm down.

Not even five minutes later, you hum as you clean the dishes, while ignoring your husband choking and fighting his brother over the comment over the table.

What can you say, if you marry one Miya brother, you’re automatically married to the second one.

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summary: he overhears your friend saying something unkind

wc: 1.5k (oops this was supposed to be a drabble)

cw: mild swearing, reader has adhd, stigma against adhd

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“...What makes you think I wouldn’t lose it? I have the worst case of ADHD anyone has ever seen, you seriously think I’d be able to keep track of it?”

Your lighthearted laughter as you teased your friend floated over the din of the cafe as Osamu entered it, there to pick you up. Unable to tamp down his lovesick smile at the sound of your voice, he immediately perked up when he spotted you and began heading over to where you were sitting with your friends.

You had a little bit of trouble controlling your volume, so he had been able to hear what you were saying earlier, but since then you had gone weirdly quiet. But as he made his way over to you, he became close enough to catch the tail end of what your friend said in response.

“...I mean come on. You can’t just blame everything on your ADHD. Like, when are you going to actually take responsibility for your problems instead of using it as an excuse as if half the population doesn’t have it?”

He didn’t have to see your face to know what your expression looked like. Just like every other time someone said something shitty like that to you, he knew that the hurt would only show on your face for a moment before morphing into a sarcastic and uncaring mask.

“I’m sorry, what?” Your voice had lost its boisterous joy from moments ago, and that alone made him want to storm over there and tear that girl a new one. Unfortunately he was well aware of the fact that you preferred to fight your own battles, and loathed feeling like you needed some man to come in and defend your feelings.

“I’m just saying.” Your friend rolled her eyes. “You’re so put together, and one of the most intelligent people I know. When are you going to stop using your ADHD as an excuse for your terrible work ethic?”

While the first part of what she said sounded deceptively nice, the hidden connotations in the barbed sentence did not go over his head, so it most certainly did not go over yours. Remembering all of the nights he spent holding you as you cried because someone had called you lazy, or told you that you could do it if you just tried, he made a mental note to himself to remind you of how amazing you are every day. As if he didn’t already.

“Wow.” Your voice had taken on a mocking, almost cruel tone. While most people overhearing would think you’re just being really nasty, he knew better. This was how you protected yourself. You pretended you didn’t care and mocked the person for their ignorance, then went home and asked him to hold you until your heart stopped hurting and the voices in your head stopped talking.

You took a slow, leisurely sip of your drink, before slamming the cup back onto the table with more force than necessary. “For someone who claims to have undiagnosed ADHD, you sure don’t know anything about it. Just so you don’t embarrass yourself in the future by spewing more bullshit like this, let me give you a few pieces of information.”

Leaning back in your chair, you began ticking off items on your fingers as you spoke. 

“One. Telling someone with ADHD to “just focus” is like telling a person with glasses to just see better. We want to, but we can’t.” You level a pointed look at her glasses and Osamu notes with satisfaction that her face is beginning to get flushed with embarrassment. You continue.

“Two. A lot of people with ADHD are actually insanely smart. They have to be. People in classes like ours who have ADHD and struggle with paying attention and staying on task need to be intellectually gifted to survive in school. It’s the only way they can keep up. Which brings us to point three.”

The overly sweet smile you give your so-called “friend” tells him that you’re about to say something you’ll regret later, but he can’t bring himself to stop you because anyone who hurt your feelings deserved what was coming for them. If that made him a bad boyfriend then he didn’t really care. He would just comfort you later and tell you that you aren’t a bad person for putting a judgemental asshole in their place.

“Point three: don’t go around telling people that you have undiagnosed ADHD. Like I said before, people with ADHD typically need to be smarter than the others in their class to keep up, especially in an engineering major. Which is exactly why no one is going to believe you. Frankly, you’re just not smart enough. You’re barely hanging on as it is. If you really did have ADHD you would have flunked out by now.”

Checking the time on your phone you gathered your stuff and stood up. “Sorry. My boyfriend is probably here by now. Although, something came up. I think you’ll need to find your own ride back. Sorry.”

Surveying the area where you had sat, you double checked to make sure you had everything, pausing and looking back over your shoulder just as you were about to leave.

“Oh, and by the way.” You shoot her a saccharine smile. “I really appreciate you thinking that I’m really put together. Unlike my intelligence, that’s all an act, so I’m really flattered that you thought that about me. It means a lot.”

With that, you turned and came face to face with your boyfriend's chest, nearly falling on your ass. One of his arms wound around your waist, pulling you against him and keeping you upright while the other snagged your bag and threw it over his shoulder.

“Samu?!” You look up at him in surprise and he just smirks and guides you out of the restaurant. Once you’re in the privacy of his car, you speak again. “...How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to hear the bullshit she spewed.” You look down, pretending to pick at your nails, but he knows you’re just trying to hide the tears welling in her eyes. 

“I really thought she was my friend.” Your voice is quiet and watery, completely different from the one you used with your friend just seconds ago in the cafe. “Maybe she’s right. I was probably too mean to her. I apologize to her-”

He was going to let you apologize, knowing that nothing he said would take away the guilt clawing at your insides, but then he saw the contact name.

“Her??” He pointed incredulously at the contact name. “The girl in there was her?? The one who was super mean to ya last year? I thought ya said ya weren’t friends with her anymore!”

Flushing, you tilt your phone away from him. “Well, I didn’t want you to worry. She got nicer, I swear.”

His eyes narrow. “Uh-huh. And what she said to ya back there definitely reflects just how much she’s changed.”

With a quick stretch of his arm, he snatched your phone out of your hand and slid it into his pocket, fending you off with one arm as he started the car and pulled out, causing you to cease your physical attempts at reclaiming your phone.

“Osamu Miya!! You give that back!! It’s not up to you who I’m friends with, and whether or not I apologize!”

“I know that.” He mumbles, keeping his eyes on the road. “I just don’t like seeing ya sad. And yer always sad when yer friends with assholes like her.”

“Oh, Samu…” Your voice softens and you take his free hand in your own. “I’ll be okay. Really. Honestly she’s probably trying to help me. She just wants me to fix what’s going on-”

“That’s exactly what I mean!” His knuckles turn white with how tightly he’s gripping the steering wheel, but his grasp of your hand is nothing but gentle. “There’s nothing wrong with ya! She says shit like that and you believe her! Yer perfect the way you are, and I hate that you spend time with people who make you feel less than that! I don’t care who yer friends with. I just want them to treat you well. The way ya deserve.”

You deflate, your grip on his hand tightening and he sees you wiping your eyes out of his peripheral. “I know. I know you're right. Can we just...talk about this later? I just want to be sad right now."

'"Of course we can babe. We don't have to talk about it at all if you don't want to. I'm just not letting you apologize to her because she doesn't deserve it."

You laugh, and the sound does things to his heart. "I love you so much Samu. You know that, right?”

He squeezes your hand tightly, knowing that no matter what, the two of you would be okay because you had each other. “I know. And I love ya a million times more than that.”

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hello congrats for 200 followers!! can i req headcanons for reader being jealous when a customer is too flirty with osamu miya please

Fandom:Haikyuu Pairings:time skip!Osamu X Reader Genre:a bit suggestive,Fluff Format:Headcanons Warnings:Not ProofRead cuz im trash 🚶🏻‍♀️ Word Count:0.5K

A/n:its hard to write these as headcanons,but its also somehow easier lmao

It had been a while since you had started dating Osamu Miya, and you were falling for him harder with everyday passing.

i mean, he was an amazing chef,he was handsome as hell,and he had a really toned body thanks to volleyball,which he used to play back in highschool.

what more could you possibly want?

but when youre dating an amazing guy as him,you gotta be prepared for other girls throwing theirselves at him.you knew this, but you never witnessed anybody hitting on him so you never really expected it.

but one day when you went to his shop,you were met with an unpleasent scene: a girl smiling cheekily as she touched Osamu's mascular arm,telling him how hard it was.

"these are not made by cooking,i assume?" the girl said with a playful tone, while staring into your boyfriends eyes who politely shaked away her hand and smiled "oh no.i used to play in ma highschools volleyball team,thats all. ya should see my bro actually! hes a professional volleyball player and he playes in the national team"

"well hes not here right now,is he?" the girls smile got wider as she laid her eyes on you. you didnt know each other, but you were clearly upset at the sight in front of you.

"i appreciate yer kindness ma'am, but can ya hurry up and order? other customers are waiting-" "hiiiii baby! i missed you!"

his sentence was undone by you,who practically threw herself in his arms, rapping your own around his neck while smashing your lips on his. eyes widened, he was taken aback at your action. he knew that youre upset, but he never really thought you'd do something about it; let alone going as far as kissing him in public, which you seemed to be uncomfortble with before.

well that day was different so...why not make an exception? :)

when you broke the kiss apart, you wiped your lips while giving him a big smile, acting like you still hadnt notice the girl "why dont you wrap things up soon, so we can continue what we were doing in your office? hmmm?"

Osamu was still surprised, but he was lying if he said he wasnt enjoying himself at that moment.

"oh...am i interrupting something?" you innocently turned your head at the girl ,whose face was red from anger "yes you are! didnt you see i was talking to him?"

"all i saw was a shameless woman trying to touch what's mine, and let me tell you, i do not appreciate that. so why dont you order something and leave my boyfriend alone?" your tone was calm, but your gaze was sure not.

"th-this is ridiculous! thats not how you treat a customer! im leaving!" she turned around as she tried to hide her fear, while exiting the restaurant.

"thank you! and dont come back!" you sighed with reliefe, only to turn your head back at your boyfriend and meet his wide smirk.

"what?" "nothing" he laughed, while pulling you closer to him. "gonna close the store a bit sooner than usual, so we can get back to "what we were doing" in ma office,hmm?"

"shut up. i hate you" you cupped your flushed cheeks with your hands, which made him even more pleased.

"Sure, sure ya do"

am i the only one who has a thing for every guy named "Osamu?" 🚶🏻‍♀️ tysm for requesting baby, and hope you like this! reblogs are WILDLY appreciated :)

Public sex Ft. Inarizaki boys!

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Suna, Osamu, Atsumu X Fem!Reader

Genre: Smut

Format: Drabble

Warnings: NSFW! content, (semi) public sex, oral(M&F receiving), Fingering, Vaginal penetration

Word Count: 0.8K

A/n: Haven't written about them for a while so :P

↳Rintarou Suna

Suna has always been fond of the good luck quickies you offer him before the games start.

He tries to keep an eye on the door to watch if anyone comes in as you told him too, but with the way you bob your head up and down on his length?

It's hard to miss such tempting view. How can he not stare into your beautiful eyes when you take him this well?

He groans when he feels you rolling your tongue around his tip, suddenly deepening him down your throat until the tip hits the back of it. And you choke, again, but you keep going, and assure Suna that one day, you will be the death of him.

He curses under his breath after he catches a glimpse of the watch, realizing there's only five minutes left until the match starts. Removing your mouth from his member reluctantly, he sits you on his lap, adjusting you on his cock before thrusting up hungrily, earning low mewls from you. He knows he's being rough and somewhat needy, but he just can't help it; It feels too good to be inside you.

He needs to come quickly now, and tonight after the game, he will make sure to take his time, returning the favor by pleasuring you twice as hard.

↳Osamu Miya

Sex in his office has always been a treat for you two. Osamu sure enjoys the sight of your body wrapped in a nice skimpy lingerie, and black tights embracing your long legs. He smirks when he pulls the garter and sets it free, loving how you jerk your hips when it slaps against your skin.

He reminds you to keep your voice down, that you're still in his office and he doesn't want others to find out how much of a slut you actually are; but he has no right to protest, since his fingers scissoring you open are pretty much the reason why you can't help but to let out lewd sounds.

Whenever one of the workers ask for permission to come in, he pushes you under the desk, gagging you with his already throbbing member as he keeps his voice normal and acts so smooth like you have literally zero effect on him. Sometimes you want to start sucking his dick while the worker is in his office to embarrass him, but you know you'll receive a hard punishment afterwards that's not worth all the trouble.

He whispers degrading comments into your ear, delighted by how you shiver when his lips make contact with your ear. His right hand grips one of your boobs while the other one fastens its speed, provoking you to moan louder.

He bites your shoulder when you finally reach your climax, tightening his grip around you so you don't fall from his lap. He then picks you up with no effort, places you on his desk while throwing all his belongings on the ground, ready to fuck your brains out.

↳Atsumu Miya

Atsumu loves it when you wear things he's bought for you. At the restaurant, he smiles when he glances from the menu to your black high heels, admiring how it has hugged your feet perfectly. When he gives his orders to the waiter and looks down the table, he's met with the high heels alone, without your feet in them. He's confusion doesn't last for long though, because he suddenly feels something poking his crotch, and when he looks down, he's met with your painted toe nails grinding on his clothed cock.

You somehow find your way to the storage room, in such hurry that you don't even bother to lock the door. He slams you against the wall and kneels in front of you, peppering your skin with light, but hungry kisses. He starts from your ankles and comes up, fingers holding your legs tightly. A small groan escapes his lips when he finally has a taste of your wet pussy, and starts taking his frustration out on your poor little cunt. He doesn't listen when you tell him to slow down or you might not be able to hold your voice back, simply telling you that you asked for it and now you gotta face the music. He doesn't even care that his pants might be ruined when kneeling like this, because nothing matters to him, as long as he can have his way with you.

You end up sticking to the wall as he pounds into you, moaning at how your walls swallow him whole. You're so fucking tight and he doesn't even have to move, being inside you is enough to make him lose his mind. Although he's always been obsessed with how your voice gets louder when you release all over him, and he's willing to do whatever it takes to hear that pretty voice of yours, again.

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atsumu and osamu are neck-and-neck in a tie break. the crowd around you grows frustrated in a twisted type of voyeurism as the two tennis players are almost equally matched in the masterful way they return the ball to each other.

it's still only the first set but it feels like you've been sitting there watching 100 tennis matches–and in a sense, you have been.

as the ball gets traded between the miya twins on each side of the net, the countless times you've seen the two passionately rally tennis balls with their rackets cycle through your mind. they overlay the sight in front of you, almost like a flip book–one that eventually lands on a page from a long-gone time.

a time when the twins used to play alongside each other on one side of the net.

،   の   ✧   後    🌱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 …

after winning the match that made your young pro-athlete career those many years ago, you remember you took your new trophy with you to sit in on a certain mens doubles match a few hours later that same day.

there were a few hours to kill between when the cameras flashed in your face as you held your trophy and when you'd have to deal with it all over again that night for the winners' banquet. so, you decided to take up the two twin brothers' offer from the previous day to watch them in action.

slipping into a secluded corner of the stands, you were just barely able to catch the last few sets of their game since yours had overlapped slightly time-wise. but even in those few sets, you found yourself drawn to how the two ruled the court.

looking at the scoreboard, it seems like they breezed past the first set, had faltered and lost the second, but were definitely back on track to secure the third when you had arrived.

under the searing afternoon sun you noticed how atsumu always donned a certain smirk on his face before serving. this smile somehow shone brighter than the rays of light beating down on him and his sweat-drenched shirt.

and not too far from the blonde and closer to the net, osamu continuously provided ample support whenever atsumu's serves were returned, no matter how powerfully their opponents hit them back. he had a show-stopping habit of leaping into the air to reach the tennis balls whenever they were returned up high. volley after volley, osamu's usually bored expression would turn to one that was laser-focused on swatting at his neon green targets with his racket so the balls would quickly crash onto their opponents' side.

in this way, the twins weren't ones who waited for the ball to hit the court. they always had the ball in motion. it was like they were so in-tune on some deep and unspoken level, and you hadn't seen doubles partners play in any way like it.

'maybe it's because they're brothers,' you thought to yourself as you found yourself more invested watching a tennis match than you ever had before, 'maybe it's because they're twins, at that!'

either way, the miya twins secured that third set, and despite the annoyance of your manager as you were completely oblivious to their calls and texts telling you to start getting ready for the winners' banquet, you intently watched every moment and every point as they finished off their match by winning the fourth set.

you earnestly joined the audience in the stands as you applauded the two, watching them drop their rackets and excitedly embrace one another in a tight hug upon realizing the match was now over. they were winners.

the trophy gets brought out, and you get a great view of their faces lighting up in celebratory smiles, holding their shared trophy between them for the cameras.

the image of them both–hair sticking to their foreheads and dripping in sweat yet still grinning impossibly wide–as they clutch their new trophy and both kiss it at the same time, was one that would be burned into your memory for years.

but at the time, the moment passes as quickly as it came before they go to pack up their duffels on the sidelines. you take this as your queue to leave and finally catch up on the notifications from your manager. but just as you stand up from your seat, atsumu spots you in the crowd, and you see his jaw drop.

immediately and without risking to glance away from you, he aggressively swats at osamu's arm next to him to get the gray-haired one to look at where you stood, too. osamu reluctantly follows his brothers gaze, and you see the frustrated expression aimed at his brother quickly melt into one mixed with shock and admiration as he locks eyes with you.

(unable to fight the small smile that tugs at your lips upon seeing their ego-boosting reactions again) you nod at them in acknowledgment, give them a small wave, and go to pick up your trophy as you leave while they flash those winning smiles right back at you.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the banquet a few hours later was held in a classy venue, with winding spotless marble staircases and chandeliers in every room. when your ride pulled up in front of the building, you stepped out onto the ostentatious red carpet that was laid out for all the tournament's victors to waltz down. you could hear the buzz of chatter and crystal glass clinking inside. the louder it grew, the more your hands gripped at the shiny handles of your award as you entered the hall.

a worker directed you to a table where all the winners were asked to place their trophies for a round of pictures that would take place before dinner started. just as you go to set yours down, two similar and familiar faces entered through the banquet hall doors.

the voice of the tournament employee started to sound more and more tuned-out as you watched them step into the hall. the miyas were clad in clean and simple dress pants and blazers. osamu's outfit was on the more, of course, grayer side than atsumu's (and defiinitely more of atsumu's dress shirt buttons were unbuttoned than that of his brother's).

osamu held in his hands the brothers' trophy from their match earlier that day, and a different worker suddenly approached them, kindly gesturing to the table you were standing right next to. they were probably asking osamu to place the trophy down on the table–something you were still yet to do.

you quickly look back at the worker talking to you, apologizing for "spacing out" before carefully positioning your prize in the spot where they needed it. you feel a presence come up next to you, and look up to make eye contact with the two twins.

"long time no see," atsumu teases as his brother sets down their trophy next to yours.

"nice trophy ya got there," osamu adds on. a light-hearted scoff escapes you before you attempt to congratulate them on their own win.

"thanks! congrats to you t–"

"l/n! i've been looking everywhere for you!" your manager suddenly appears and interrupts you, "there are some photographers who're asking for your picture. right this way, please..."

as your manager nudges you away from the award table, you glance back to give the two brothers an apologetic smile. they wave you off and soon you lose sight of them as the crowd in the room gets between you.

and that's how it went for the first half of the evening: looks here and there exchanged between you and the miyas, but always getting whisked away by the crowd to each take pictures with so-and-so or do another interview with whatever news outlet.

until finally, all the trophy bearers are called up to take one big picture together, and you find yourself standing next to the doubles partners once again. osamu is right next to you, and atsumu next to him. the moment after all the athletes have clobbered their big trophies in their grasp to hold up for the cameras, you start getting bombarded with flashing lights.

as you try to maintain your smile for the pictures, you catch in the corner of your eye osamu leaning closer to you, and he whispers, "ya looked great out there"–he pauses and smiles again at the flash of another camera–"and you're lookin' great now, too."

"lay off the gorgeous singles winner, would'ya 'samu? you're ruinin' our photos right now," atsumu smoothly joins in on your brief hushed conversation.

your smile begins to resemble a more genuine one at the interaction, and you're hoping the photos of you don't show the blush dusted on your cheeks once they get released to the press.

again, you don't get to talk to the twins much throughout the rest of the event. but during dinner hour–while them and their team are off somewhere else in the venue doing some p.r.–you successfully managed to slip a napkin with your number scribbled on it into the cup of their trophy as you pass by.

that night at your hotel, two new numbers popped up on your phone.

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the sound of tennis balls making contact with hardcourt echo through the darkness of night.

a few weeks later you're practicing late-night at a hotel court for your first grand slam appearance. for you recently, it's been nothing but nonstop training and drills. you were aiming for the final. sure, you could tell yourself to make it to at least quarter-finals, or even be satisfied at seeing yourself at semi-finals.

but no, your mind was set on the final. hell, your mindset was to win overall.

you got ready to practice your serve for another time, following the neon green ball as it went from the palm of your hand, to spinning in mid-air, to crashing against the wires of your racket–

your phone emits a small beam of light from where it laid on the bench in your peripheral vision. you wondered for a split second who could be texting you at this hour.

watching as your serve hit the exact corner you were aiming for, you decided you could give yourself a short break to check.

you reach into your duffel and fish out your towel, and you pat your neck and arms dry as you unlock your phone to open up the sudden set of notifications accruing on your homescreen,

it was the miyas.

ever since they added your number from the winners' banquet napkin, the three of you have had a shared groupchat you used to stay in touch. you had discovered pretty early on that the twins were very different, even if it's in how they text.

recently, however, on account of your intense grand slam preparations, you haven't been very active in it. but out of nowhere, here the two brothers are blowing up the chat. as you caught up on the messages, you pick up on an interesting amount of typos–more than usual...

at the mention of bottles, you immediately caught on. a small laugh escapes you as you type back to voice your suspicion, and atsumu almost instantly replies back to confirm it–that they've had a few drinks tonight.

you shake your head at the bench. it was almost midnight. and they want to see you this bad?

you debate for a moment how much you really wanted to see them again.

they were definitely staying at some different hotel than yours, as they were going to be at the upcoming tournament as well to compete in their usual doubles bracket. you had no idea where or how far their hotel might've been, though. how would they even get to your hotel from theirs anyway? how long would you have to wait for them out in the dark? you could probably fit some more drills in that time instead.

after thinking about it for another minute or two, you sigh and look up at the moon in the dark sky, too exhausted from the hours you've already spent on the hard court to really think of an excuse not to have them visit you. a small break right about now couldn't hurt.

besides–other than catching sight of them on tv or on online tennis news articles–the last time you saw them was at the winner's banquet, and you really wouldn't complain about seeing their faces in person again.

so you tell them what you're up to at your hotel, and you're met with eager replies back in the groupchat: atsumu suggesting they join you in your practice, osamu saying they have a driver that can bring them to you.

a sudden surge of energy enters your system realizing you're about to have them right in front of you again. you bounce your leg against the court impatiently to try and let some of it out.

you start thinking back to the last time you were face-to-face with them, and you can't help but cringe a little, recalling how you were more of a flustered mess than you might've wished in front of them.

you internally cursed the effect they have on you.

and yet, here you were giving in to see them. but if you were going to have to face them again, you concluded you'd need a bit of liquid courage pumping through you yourself...

around 20 minutes after you seal the deal and send your hotel's address to the two brothers, you hear footsteps approaching where you were sat at the court bench.

and then there they were–casually in t-shirts and shorts they were probably about to wear to bed–in front of you. you hear the clink of bottles as atsumu drops the duffel on his shoulder onto the court.

"be more careful with that, would'ya 'tsumu?" osamu hisses while landing a quick blow to the side of atsumu's arm.

you already find yourself giggling in their presence again and barely a minute has passed by. but what can you say? both on and off the court, the two were so interesting for you to watch.

after atsumu does in fact fail to open some more bottles with his racket and osamu instead opts to use the cap of one bottle to open two others, the three of you then start rallying in a friendly 2-v-1.

with the twins opposite you across the net, tennis balls start to get lazily passed over the net using one-handed forehands and backhands (you each had an occupied hand holding your drinks, after all). though you three aren't giving it your all, a steady and precise rhythm of clicks still start to ring out like a metronome with each pass of the ball, accompanying the catch-up conversation that you share on the court.

a few rallies in–and a drink or two more–atsumu suddenly poses a question mid-rally that catches you off-guard.

"hey, say if you had to date one of us, which one you would pick?" the blonde shouts across the court, almost causing you to miss your return on the ball. you question if this was atsumu, or the alcohol talking.

click!

skeptical, you shout back, "i'd go out with whoever actually liked me, obviously."

click!

"but what if we both did?" you barely catch osamu add on, as his words are more mumbled and almost slurred before you see him hurriedly take another swig from his bottle.

you can hear the joint-confession in his words, and your other hand goes to give you another sip from your own bottle to calm your nerves.

click!

"is it normal for you both like the same girl?" you tease.

click!

"nah, not really, actually," osamu calls back.

"so what, should i feel honored or something?" you can't help but sarcastically throw at the two.

click!

"of course. you're hot and talented," atsumu reasons, dropping his description of you like it's the most normal thing to say in that moment. you feel your face start to heat up–and it definitely wasn't the alcohol making its way through your system.

click!

"oh, is that all i am?" you feign offense, and for once both brothers mistakenly go to return the ball, when they usually are so coordinated only one ever has to take initiative. you loved messing around with them.

the ball falls between their two outstretched rackets, and atsumu curses under his breath as osamu goes after it as it starts bouncing away. after retrieving it, he tosses it to atsumu to serve it over and start up another rally.

click!

"'s not that," says osamu, "we've both gotten to know ya, you're great all-'round."

click! click! click...

"but based on what you've gotten to know 'bout us," atsumu speaks up in the pause of conversation, "who would'ya pick?"

click... click... click–

you suddenly give it your all and crash the ball hard onto their side of the court, downing the rest of your bottle right after, "let me think that over."

،   そ   ✧   の後    🌱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗻 ...

the three of you had stopped rallying, opting to hanging out on the bench and just talking about life. the few bottles from the miyas' duffel were about halfway through and it was close to about 2 in the morning now.

the sound of tennis balls and rackets making contact was now replaced with hushed giggles, the sound of tennis balls lightly being dropped against the court surface and being caught again once they inevitably bounce back up, and the whirr of rackets being twirled by absent-minded hands.

all these sounds muddle together in your ears, an internal tell-tale signal to you that you were very tipsy.

since you were asked the question, the notion of getting with either of the miya twins has been floating in your mind. other thoughts came along with it, too, and the alcohol was not helping to push those curiosities of yours away.

as always, these two made it so easy to cave into your wants of selfish self-satisfaction. but this was a much-welcomed respite from the otherwise constant pressures and grueling day-to-day of going pro so young on the tennis court.

that you could be sure of, sober or not.

... so you figured your future and more sober self in the morning can't get that upset for what you were about to try.

"i think i know how i can figure out an answer to your question from earlier," you find yourself humming while atsumu was on your right, attempting a racket trick on the bench, and osamu was to your left, on the ground leaning up against the bench and bouncing a ball between the court and the palm of his hand.

"which one?" atsumu questions with a quick glance over to you as he tried balancing the middle of his racket on one finger.

"who i'd go out with," you nonchalantly shrug as you hear the wires of your racket slice through the air when you quickly spin it in your grasp.

"really?" osamu cranes his neck back to look at you, hand still trading contact with the ball between his hand and the court.

you look between them, the blush from the alcohol clearly visible on their faces–one you can certainly feel is shared on your own facial features, too–before looking back down at your racket, "i dunno, i just think i need more... stats to compare."

"what d'ya mean?" atsumu now puts down his racket in his lap and asks. you bend down and use your racket to slice the tennis ball out from under osamu's palm, directing attention to the racket by tapping it against the ground.

you ask osamu, "heads or tails?"

a beat of expectant silence passes by the three of you, as the brothers wonder what you're getting at.

"...tails," osamu finally replies, and it almost sounds like he utters his words on bated breath as he looks at you. (or maybe that was just your ego getting to your head.)

you twirl your racket one more time and let it clatter to the ground. the sound reverberates in the now completely-silent space, as the miyas are frozen in place as they scan your every move.

heads.

you look at atsumu, and mustering up all the confidence from your inebriated system, you reach your hand up to lightly hold his jawline. his skin under your fingertips runs soft as you dare to start leaning in closer, and closer, and at the moment your lips brush the slightest bit, you feel his breath hitch.

for a second, you reconsider if now was the time to settle into desire, if this may all just wind up being a big mistake–

but then atsumu quickly gets fed up, and he finally closes the gap between you. before you know it, your eyes flutter closed as you get lost in how his mouth feels on yours. his kiss is relentless, leaving no room for you to catch your breath as he constantly makes sure you can feel as much of him against your lips as you can. it's like he doesn't want you thinking about anything but him, not on his watch.

yeah, this is definitely not a mistake.

after a few moments, you hear shuffling and the bench creaks under a new weight on your left, and suddenly you feel a hand on your left thigh–osamu's, no doubt.

you carefully pull back from you and atsumu's kiss, catching how atsumu's eyes remain lidded as his body involuntarily tries chasing after you, both of you letting out soft pants to try and breathe in much-needed air.

you turn your head to face osamu, and you follow how his eyes trace over your face and his teeth subtly gnaws at the inside of his bottom lip in an anxious state of anticipation. you take it as your sign to start leaning in towards him–your fingers still lingering on atsumu's face as you do so.

osamu's kiss is much softer, but deliberate nonetheless. he isn't afraid of pulling back a little bit, but it isn't long before he takes the initiative to gently trap your bottom lip between his teeth now and then, forcing content sighs out of you–this in itself almost eggs him on further to toy with you more.

and then the skin under your right hand's finger tips disappears, a pair of lips start to kisses your jaw, and a pair of hands starting to wander along the right side of your body.

now both miyas are all over you, their possessive hands almost competing in grasping at more of you than the other. that, combined with the feeling of lips on yours at the same time as lips trailing along the side of your neck, made your head buzz.

you felt giddy–you've only ever seen them playing on the same side of the court. but right now, they were opponents, but instead of fighting over some glass trophy or medal, they were trying to win your attention.

finally needing air, you pull away from osamu. when you open your eyes to see his face, his lips are swollen and even in the dark of night you can catch a glimpse of his pupils appear blown out.

those same eyes flick over to glance at his brother on your right, and before you can follow his gaze, osamu's going in for the left side of your neck.

in the dark you can feel every touch–two varying paces of lips working against your skin, bleached and dyed hair brushing along the underside of your jaw. there's hands on your thighs, hands on your waist, hands peeking just under the hem of your shirt, hands threading through their blonde and grey hair–

your phone starts to ring.

"oh shit–" you quickly stand up from between them, stumbling a little from the imbalance that comes with your current tipsy state. you feel around for your phone on the ground and by the time you locate it among the mess of duffels and rackets and empty bottles, you see a missed call and texts from a member of your team. they're wondering where you were, and telling you to wrap up and head to bed if you haven't already.

"s-sorry," you stutter out at the two boys, picking up your racket from where you left it on the ground and fumbling with the strap of your duffel, "i gotta go–thanks for... the drinks."

and all osamu and atsumu can do is dumbly nod as you leave them at the bench–lips slightly parted and hair messes, with star-stuck looks from them that you've grown quite accustomed to.

🗒⋆ *. ୨୧⋆｡ taglist (2/30 at the time of publishing) : @zumicho , @liillyliilly (just send me an ask if you’re interested! xx)

💭ˎˊ˗ " you find this recipe card stashed away with three tickets to the movie challengers in a random drawer of the kitchen " ˚ ༘ 🎾 *｡𖦹⋆｡˚

forty, love … ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ ᯓ★ a tennis au! miya atsumu x gn reader x miya osamu series

꒰ there’s a constant back-and-forth in tennis. the in-between doesn’t matter. what does matter is if you can keep up when opportunity comes your way, to get your way. to be the winner. ꒱

details : long form, based on the movie challengers!!!, NO MIYACEST HERE, atsumu x y/n & osamu x y/n are like separate things even if the twins are competing for y/n's attention at first, fluff, but then just so much angst, lowk highkey toxic, infidelity, mentions of struggling with mental health (self-pressure), mentions of drinking, several suggestive scenes!, each part starts off in present day but then goes into a flashback in time, ambiguous ending! (just come along for the ride, would'ya?)

ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹ masterlist

– part one。

– part two。 *

– part three。 *

– part four。 *

– part five。 *

( * suggestive )

💭ˎˊ˗ " ingredients for this recipe : sneakers squeaking on tennis courts , summer sun blanketing everything in neon hues , the scent of expensive cologne , the twinkle of shiny trophies and recognitions , slightly see - through sweaty polo shirts , the ruffling of duffels and the ruffling of clothes , sweat dripping down your temples to smirking lips ... - ro ♡ "

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pairing: osamu miya × f!reader

wc: 0.6k

genre: fluff galore

warnings: author's not sure if she wrote osamu right, maybe a tad too fluffy for some

you were one to romanticize things. You were one to throw ‘love’ around like flower petals because you knew love was infinite, and you found love in every little significant thing you did.

You fell in love with standing on the rooftop, feeling the earth’s breeze as the sun wakes up from the horizon. You fell in love with the smell of coffee early in the morning and watering your tiny succulents. You fell in love with your best friends whenever they hung out with you or even when they didn’t, you loved them and you made sure to let them know that.

And Osamu loved that you loved. He loved watching the content smile on your face when he’s on the rooftop with you. He loved watching you move your hips to the humming of your voice walking around in the kitchen and reaching for your little spray can, chuckling to himself. He loved seeing the sparks in your eyes talking with your friends and hugging them as if it would be the last.

He loved you. And he loved you being able to easily fall in love with routines and things. You never expected anything in return, you were selfless and he wanted to be selfish for you.

So he loved you as you would.

But discreetly.

His love was the jacket wrapped around your torso when it got too cold at five am watching the sunrise. His love was buying coffee beans when he notices you don’t have anymore and filling the spray can with water. His love was giving you privacy with your friends cause he knew how much you adored your time with them.

And you notice. You loved the way he loved, too.

“Can you give me more of my favorite flavored onigiri?” you asked, head tipped back further into Osamu's chest as your hand rests on his forearms hugging your chest.

“Of course,” he says with no hesitation, a kiss landing on your temple but his eyes never leaving the screen. Only for a brief second, he wonders if you’ve regarded he especially tried to perfect that recipe so you would enjoy it even more than you already do. “I’ll put it in your bento for work tomorrow.”

The smile that follows next reminds Osamu why he’s still alive and satisfied. He copies your smile as you kiss him fully on his lips, you taste like cherry and spring.

“You’re the best,” you say, and he knows that’s only the case cause you’re here. He was the best cause you took care of him, loved him like a soulmate and because you were there for him.

“Only with you,” Osamu says, nuzzling his nose into your hair and hugging you with both arms.

“I love you,” you say after giggling when he hugged you closely, your eyes are wide the whole world in them Osamu could see, your mouth is curved into a pretty smile he’d move mountains for.

You mean it. And he never doubts your sentiments, he thinks he’ll never get used to it he might never even get enough of it, which is good he thinks. Your love could last forever and if you didn’t know where to put it Osamu would step right in and ask for all of it to be his and yours cause being loved by you was the only purpose he’d acknowledge.

As usual, Osamu has that surprised look on his face whenever you outright said you loved him. Is it too bad to think it just seems too good to be true? What other great purpose could there be other than being loved by you.

“I love you, too.” Osamu hooks a finger under your chin and presses forward to kiss your lips—kissing you was another thing he couldn’t get enough of. He pulls away for a second, relishes the look of want in your expression. “I love you so so much.”

(Don't) Let me be the judge of that

a/n: enemies to lovers w Osamu. Nothing more to say.

genre: mostly fluff, enemies to lovers au, fem!reader

warnings: Osamu being an ass in the beginning, swearing, mentions of social anxiety, 5.6k

《Synopsis: Osamu Miya is too judgemental for his own good, never accepting he's simply wrong. You're here to change that.》

Osamu Miya had a habit of judging people. It would take him one look and a few seconds to decide whether he liked someone or not, the answer often being the latter. But the worst part was just how stubborn and maybe a bit self-centered Osamu was. He trusted himself a little too much, and it was impossible to change his opinion of someone after he had made up his mind, and if he didn't like someone, that was it, he would never grow to like them.

Or so everyone -including Osamu himself- thought until you entered his life.

~

You weren't surprised to feel the brown pair of eyes looking your way when your professor announced the project was in pairs. "Decide on your partners until the end of the hour and give me a list of the groups." He told the class and leaned back in his chair.

"Y/N!" You heard him before you saw him, a mop of bleached blond hair coming into your view right after. "Hi, Atsumu." You offered him a smile as you pocketed your phone, tilting your head when he frowned in response. "I already told you, Y/N, it's 'Tsumu to you!"

"Why?" You sighed annoyedly. Having had the conversation once before, you knew damn well he wouldn't stop until you did what he wanted, but you still chose to resist.

"Because," the boy whined, "it's a sign of our friendship. Only my friends and 'Samu call me that, and I want you to call me by my nickname, too." You chose not to talk about how he excluded his twin from his friends, knowing that would only lead to another argument. 

"Who even came up with this stupid name? It doesn't make any sense, it's only one syllable shorter, and it's even harder to say!" Atsumu's warm-brown eyes narrowed. "It's not stupid!" He protested, pouting until you gave up.

"Okay, okay, whatever. 'Tsumu-kun. There, happy?"

"Tsumu." The blond corrected with a grin.

"Kun." You added (to rile him up)

"Only Tsumu, goddammit! We're close enough."

"Are we, though? We only know each other for... what? A week?"

"A month!" Atsumu gasped as he corrected you. "And it doesn't matter how long we know each other, okay? It's a matter of how well we connect." His frown got deeper when you made a face, muttering something about him being cheesy, so he decided to switch strategies.

"But you always call me by my name when we're alone, Y/N-chan." Words spoken as flirtatiously as possible, Atsumu never missed the chance to tease you.

"A-atsumu, what the fuck, don't make it sound weird!" You exclaimed, already aware of the murmurs starting to spread around the room and the eyes turning on you both.

"There we go," Atsumu grinned when he heard his name falling from your lips, "wasn't that hard, was it?"

"You just had to be a little shit." You sighed, and his grin only spread wider. "I am a little shit, aren't I? Thank god I'm handsome. Anyway, I'm writing our names down." 

"It feels like we're getting married, seeing our names standing next to each other like this." He sighed, wiping the nonexistent tears from the corner of his eyes as he handed the paper to the person sitting behind you. You heard someone gasp at his words, and you never wanted to hit someone with a chair this much in your life.

"Shut the hell up!" You whisper-yelled, only feeling your anger growing when he sent you an innocent look. "What? I'm just saying-"

"I swear to god," You flared, "I'll tell everyone that one time you ran out of the library screaming when you saw a cockroach if you don't shut up." His grin disappeared as soon as you spoke the words, eyes widening and mouth shutting.

"You promised to never talk about it!" You had to admit that it did feel powerful to see him so panicked, face flushed, the sleazy look that was almost always in his eyes nonexistent and replaced with something similar to fear.

"It's up to you wether I talk about it or not." You shrugged.

~~~

"Woah, you look tired." You heard a familiar voice say as he plopped right next to you on the bench, holding a homemade bento in his hands, wrapped too neatly to be made by him.

"And whose fault is that?" You muttered, trying to conceal your murderous intent towards him. Even just thinking about your day gave you headaches. You groaned when he shrugged, focusing on unwrapping the bento box. "Yours, idiot!" 

"What did I d-" You winced when he spoke after taking a big spoon of rice and showing you everything that was in his mouth. 

"Your fans wont let me be! Ever since we started hanging out, it's almost like I'm being harassed."

"That's not necesarrily my fault." Atsumu shrugged, proceeding with another bite of his food. 

"It is, actually. I know you like to tease me, but if you keep saying shit like 'oh look our names together, feels like we're getting married' or that fucking 'you call me by my name when we're alone' you make it worse! You know how many people came up to me and asked if we were sleeping? One even asked me if we were engaged! We've known each other for two weeks, for god's sake!"

"A month." Atsumu corrected, shutting up when you sent him a look. "That's not even the worst part. Whenever I don't give an answer, or the answer they want to hear from me, people start to-" 

They started to get mean. Some even insulted you without batting an eye, speaking of how you weren't even pretty, that you had to be sleeping with Atsumu to be near him, and many fucking more.

"What?" He asked. "People started to what?" You knew he could sense how tense you were starting to get, but you always started to fight with him whenever he asked if people were bothering you, never answering his question, despite the answer being obvious. 

"Nothing, its just frustrating." You shrugged, taking a bite out of your meal to stop yourself from talking -or crying-. 

"Look, I can guess what's going on." Atsumu sighed, "and the only reason I can think of of you not telling me what's happening is that you don't want me to interfere, but you should tell them to piss off, already." He advised you the same stupid sentence he had been advising the past few days, ever since he noticed how his fans acted towards you. 

"Yeah, thanks for the advice, jackass. It would be easier if you stopped being so extra." You muttered into your cup full of coffee, feeling a tinge of guilt, putting the whole blame on him and not admitting you probably should tell people to mind their business already.

But you just weren't the type of person that was comfortable with talking to people you didn't know or know well enough, and you certainly weren't going to tell people to 'piss off' so comfortably.

You gulped when he sighed. "Okay, sorry, you're right, and I went overboard. But I gotta go to training now. It'll end around 5 p.m, so come to my place at 6?" He raised to his feet as he took one last sip of his drink when he finished his food.

"And if anyone asks you if we're married again, you have my permission to say yes." He grinned, patting your hair twice before you rolled your eyes, but couldn't stop a giggle from escaping your lips. "Oh, thank you, gracious lord." You cried out dramatically, scoffing when he pinched your cheek. "Exactly."

~~~

"I'm going into shower." Atsumu announced as Osamu shuffled through the fridge. 

"And?" The grey-haired twin asked from the fridge without pulling back, locating the eggs, and taking some out. "Do you want my help or something?

He expected an equally sarcastic comment from his brother, lifting his head as he closed the door of the fridge. "Cook for 3 today, a friend's coming over." He heard him say instead.

"A friend?" Osamu quirked his brow, ready to laugh given the punchline, but it never came.

"Yep." His twin answered instead, popping the p like some idiot middle schooler. "She's nice, you'll like her." He grinned, and Samu was already sure that wouldn't be the case. "Is this the girl ya can't stop talking about?"

Osamu couldn't say he wasn't interested since it was rare to see his brother drawn to anything but himself and volleyball, especially not to a girl. And judging by how Atsumu spoke about you, it was evident he had a particular liking to you.

The smug grin on Atsumu's face gave Osamu his answer, to which he grimaced. "don't wanna hear a fucking sound."

"She's coming over to study, you pervert! We have a project together."

"Yeah, whatever, I said what I said." Osamu shrugged, turning his back to Atsumu and started to chop the vegetables, unable to shake off the unlucky feeling pooling in his stomach.

~~~

"Oi, shit-head, does yer friend have any allergies or somethin'?" Osamu knocked on the bathroom door that had steam coming from the gap beneath it. He waited as Atsumu closed the water. "Eh, I'm not sure." 

"Yer not sure? How long do you even know her?"

"A month." Atsumu answered, turning the water back on. A month? It wasn't like Atsumu didn't get close to a girl he knew for such a short time, but Osamu had never, ever seen Atsumu bring a girl home.

"Hurry up, already, what the hell are you even doing in there?!" Osamu shouted, knocking on the bathroom door and holding back an urge to kick down the door when he heard the happy humms of his brothers.

"Oi, idiot, I'm telling you- goddammit." He clenched his teeth when he heard the doorbell. 

"Hurry up or you're not eating." Osamu knocked one last time before he rushed to the door to let you in. 

He opened the door without thinking of opening the lights as well, and since it was well after the sun had set, he couldn't see what you looked like, but he knew he wasn't expecting- well, you.

You were bent forward, trying to undo the messy knot your shoelaces had formed when the door opened. Sending a glance at the silhouette standing at the door, you turned your attention back to untying the mess your shoes were. 

"Hey, Atsumu." You muttered without taking another look, assuming it was Atsumu who had greeted you. You didn't see how Osamu's face soured, dark-grey eyes narrowing at your form with some hostility he couldn't help.

In your defense, the light wasn't on, and you hadn't taken a good look at the boy standing before you, so it wasn't exactly your fault for not realizing it was Osamu, right?

No.

Strike one.

Osamu hated when people mixed him with Atsumu. Did they not see the bright platinum gray hair, clearly different from his twins piss colored one? Osamu hadn't dyed his hair for the sake of looking nice, and he certainly hadn't sat in the hairdresser for hours long just to get mixed up with his twin again.

You had noticed your mistake as soon as you stood up and looked at the tall figure staring at you, leaning on the door frame and his arms tied on his chest almost defensively. "O-oh," Osamu heard you mutter softly, not sure as to why your voice sent goosebumps down his arms. "You're not Atsumu."

The somewhat disappointed tone of your voice made him furrow his brows. The smile you had on your lips dropped as soon as you locked eyes with the grey ones, familiar yet strange, and Osamu could feel himself getting more irked by the second.

The truth was, you weren't exactly disappointed, mostly embarrassed and a little surprised, although the unsatisfied look his eyes held kept making you even more nervous. He waited as your eyes wandered over his face, over the scowl resting on his lips, looking so mean and hostile, you found yourself taking a defensive step away from him.

"I- uh," Osamu's scowl didn't move an inch when you forced a smile at him, and you checked the time on your phone to break the eye contact. "Atsumu told me to come by at 6, and... is he- is he home?"

"Yeah," The boy talked for the first time, and you noticed how his voice was deeper than his twin's. It was nicer, too, you thought. "He's in the shower, though he should be-"

"Y/N, you're here!" You heard the twin you were familiar with speak your name, standing in the entrance, hair still wet and dripping with excess water. 

"Don't get cocky, I'm here for the project." You rolled your eyes with fake annoyance, unsuccessful at hiding your smile. Osamu felt something in him shift as he watched the change in your demeanor, feeling- what, jealous? 

"You met 'Samu?" Atsumu approached you, not missing the tension hanging in the air. "Y/N, this is the inferior twin, 'Samu, as you can also tell. And 'Samu, this' Y/N." He introduced you, making you laugh awkwardly, but Osamu kept his glower. 

"Don't mind him, he can be an asshole sometimes." Atsumu whispered at you, which anyone even passing by outside the house could hear. "Look at who's talking." You told him with a snarky quirk of a brow, making Atsumu frown. "Mean."

The blond pulled you towards the living room, making you settle on the couch and plopping next to you. Osamu caught the glance you sent his way when he didn't sit, leaning against the wall that was across you, instead, and you found he still had that frown that seemed to be imprinted on his face.

Osamu's frown was deepening on his lips at how comfortable you looked next to Atsumu, the friendly banter you had the exact opposite of how uncomfortable you looked next to Osamu. Maybe it was the natural competitiveness that came with having a twin, but Osamu hated this feeling. Why couldn't you smile at him like that, too? Yeah, maybe he was acting like a dick, but wasn't Atsumu also?

"Go dry your hair, idiot, you'll get sick!" Osamu heard you tell his twin, watching you hit him with the nearest pillow. "Hm?" Atsumu turned to you with a grin, leaning towards you for easy access to his hair. "I thought ya could do it for me?"

Osamu watched you with interest as you glared at his twin with annoyance. "I hope you get sick." You narrowed your eyes at him. "If you keep this attitude around other people, I'll kick you."

"Alright, alright, I won't flirt with ya when other people are around." Atsumu grinned, and Osamu felt his appetite vanishing. "I'll just leave." He muttered to himself, closing the door behind him just after hearing your answer to his twin.

"Don't flirt with me, ever?" 

You had spoken it with such genuine annoyance that if you had listened closely, you could hear Osamu laughing from the other side of the door.

~

So, the meeting with his twin was anything but successful.

Osamu was very blunt with how much he hadn't liked you, his glare reminding you of the ones Atsumu had whenever his fans approached him, cold and cruel.

Grey was clearly the superior choice, though, that you found yourself thinking as you gazed at the blond. "What? Lost in my handsomeness?" Atsumu teased you when he noticed you weren't paying attention to the project. You had to hold yourself back physically before you said something along the lines of how his twin was hotter, but you knew he wouldn't talk to you ever again, so you shut your mouth and took the teasing. 

Luckily, Osamu was barging through the door before Atsumu could continue, bored-looking eyes finding you two where he had left you. "Dinner's ready." He told you and left the room.

"Food," Atsumu salivated, jumping on his feet the moment he heard his brother, ready to sprint to the kitchen. You shuffled awkwardly in your place when you felt his warm-brown gaze on you, expecting you to stand up, as well, and eat.

"I- uh," you muttered. "I'm not really hungry, and I ate before I came here." Lies. "Can't we just finish this project instead?"

Strike two.

Just as he started to think you weren't horrible, Osamu gasped from the other side of the wall when he heard you (the walls were thin), his teeth clenching in annoyance. Really? Did you prefer doing a fucking project over his food? The food he had cooked?

Osamu was never a forgiving person, but this- this was something he could never forgive, he decided on the spot.

"Oh, come on, stop bein' a baby." Atsumu told you, pulling you by your hand on your legs, he knew you well to understand you were hesitating to go there because of his brother. Or more as he was making you nervous and you would rather not eat than go in his presence. "Osamu's the best cook around, you'll see." He joked so you could relax a little, making you giggle nervously.

Strikeout.

Osamu flinched at the words, eyes narrowing on you as you entered the kitchen. Did you doubt his abilities? 

You thanked the boy as he placed your plate in front of you, steaming hot food, smelling so good that you wanted to bury your face in it, but the grey gaze hovering over you was making you so nervous that it made it impossible for you to take even a small bite.

"Do ya like it?" Atsumu asked you, noticing how you were nudging the food with your fork without eating. You flinched in your place, your friends' voice pulling you out of your thoughts and back to reality, to which you mustered a smile and nodded. "Yeah! Yeah, it's- it's delicious. Thank you." You turned back to Osamu, who scoffed at your words, causing you to frown. 

You could tell he didn't like you one bit, even though you weren't sure as to why, but you discarded the thought. He was free to like or dislike you, which, in this case, was the latter, though it stung a little since you thought he seemed nice when- well, when he didn't frown at you.

He seemed like the type you would either get along or hate mutually.

He had obviously chosen the latter, and both Atsumu and you could feel the almost hateful air coming from Osamu as he glanced at you with a disinterested, blank face. "Did ya have a bad day or something, 'Samu?" Atsumu broke the silence, and you felt like you could finally take a breath. "You look like someone kicked ya in the nuts."

"Fuck off, 'Tsumu." 

"Nah, you've been acting like a dick all day. What's with ya today?"

"I said fuck off!" Osamu warned his twin another time, this time successfully silencing the blonde. 

"Thank you," You broke the awful silence that followed Osamu's voice. "The food was delicious." You told him after you finished your food. You could still feel his gaze over you as you placed your plate in the sink and retreated to the living room. 

"Your brother didn't like me very much, did he?" Osamu heard you mutter to his brother after he had left, too, feeling a fracture of guilt in his chest as he caught the disappointment in your voice.

"It's just... 'Samu. Don't worry about it." Atsumu told you, closing the door behind you.

~

Osamu was hesitant to knock on the living room door.

It had been about two hours since you had gone in, and knowing his brother- he couldn't be sure as of what's to happening.

"Oi, 'Tsumu!" He barged in the room, discarding the thoughts before he gave up. 

"Shut up." Atsumu whispered, eyes lifting from his phone screen for a second and glancing at you. You, who was lying on the sofa and- sleeping?

"She fell asleep." Atsumu grinned at his brother's questioning gaze. "I'll carry her back to the car. Can you drive her home?"

Osamu didn't hold back his snicker when Atsumu's voice dropped volume as he asked the favor from his brother, still not able to admit to himself the defeat.

"Your hair is still wet, idiot," Osamu mumbled, his eyes wandering over your figure. "And I will not take care of you if you go out and get sick."

"What?" Atsumu grinned mockingly. "Are you gonna carry her then? Be a hero for the girl you've been acting like an ass all day? What the fuck was up with you today?"

"I don't like her." Osamu shrugged.

"She's not the kind of girl you think of her as." Atsumu quickly responded, already aware of what his twin had decided about you. Atsumu knew Osamu too well, his stubbornness even more, so he wasn't exactly surprised when he shrugged. 

"Let me be the judge of that, and I don't have to like her."

"Whatever, you do you. But you know, you don't have to dislike her just because she's my friend, too."

Osamu stood silent, eyes falling back on you. He knew Atsumu was partly right, but he had his reasons not to like you, right? Osamu pocketed his car keys, nodding at his twin and lifting you off the couch.

Atsumu grinned at the audible gulp his twin took when you shifted uncomfortably in Osamu's arms, snuggling your body closer to him, your hand fisting his shirt unconsciously. 

You woke up with Osamu hovering over you, and it took you a second or two to notice you were in a car and he was tying your seatbelt. He was so close, yet so careful not to touch you, his smell -a different perfume than his brother's- filling your newly awakened senses with him, him, him. Your eyes met his when he tied it and pulled back, a brow quirking up as his frown settled on his lips. 

"Did I wake you up?" He muttered as he retreated to his seat, running his fingers through his hair as he fixed his mirror, pushing back the few stray strands back from his face. Osamu turned back to you when you stood quiet, a sarcastic smile quirking his lips upwards, but it fell as soon as you talked.

"Wh- uh, where's Atsumu?"

Osamu clenched his teeth, not knowing why it angered it so much that his twin was the first thing that came to your mind as soon as you woke up.

"Home." Osamu gritted through his teeth. "I'm dropping you home, 'Tsumu gave me the address."

He glanced at you when you stood silent. "He doesn't have a license." Osamu couldn't help but add, a feeling stirring in him when you laughed at that. "So he failed the exam and you passed? That must've been a blow on his ego."

"Oh, you have no idea." Osamu found himself laughing with you.

Silence. He could feel your growing anxiety, and you could tell he was nervous as well, the taps of his fingers on the stirring wheel echoing in the car. His hair reflecting the colors coming from the road, yellow, red, and green, the features of his face illuminated, you thought he looked too handsome to be true.

"Why are you friends with him?" Osamu blurted out after a few seconds of silence, but the question didn't seem to surprise you. "Why is anyone friends with anyone?" You teased.

"Atsumu isn't exactly the type people wanna be friends with." 

"Hm," he heard you humm thoughtfully, not answering the question. "If we're asking questions, well, here's one. Why don't you like me?"

He could feel your light gaze on him as he kept his eyes on the road. It wasn't if he liked you or not, but you asked him why. He found himself wondering where that annoying meak girl he had met inside went. "And you don't like me."

"No," you answered honestly, which he found amusing. "You're mean."

"And 'Tsumu isn't?"

He turned to you when you shrugged. "Well, Atsumu is, too. But there is a difference, you know."

"And what is that?"

"He's a naturally mean person." You explained as if it made perfect sense. "He's just mean, he doesn't try to be meaner or nicer. You, on the other hand," you looked at him. "I don't think you're naturally mean, not as much as him, at least. I think you're purposefully being mean, and thats why I don't like you."

You met his eyes when Osamu turned his eyes from the road to you when the car stopped at the red light, grey eyes glistening with reds and yellows from the road. Your eyes followed the small smile that appeared on his lips, and you couldn't help yourself from thinking how soft they looked. How much more handsome he looked with a smile, even with one as cruel as he had now.

"I just don't like you." He told you with as much spite as possible, not sure why he was deliberately trying to hurt you. His brows furrowed when you laughed at his answer, instead.

"You certainly aren't the first." 

"What does that mean?" He asked without missing a beat, the tension now almost solidifying in the air. His heart was hammering in his chest, eyes watching your smiling lips as he waited for your next words, your chest heaving in sync with his, and you were so close, so close that if he leaned even just a little-

"You only met me today, Osamu-kun." He felt goosebumps climbing his back as he heard his name from your lips for the first time. "You know me for what, a few hours at most, and here you are telling me you just don't like me." The cynical tone of your voice made him send you a glare, his hands working over the gear when the red illuminating the car turned green.

"People like you do this a lot, you know. Judge people by one or two mistakes they do, not even anything major, but things you don't like, and deem them unworthy of your time. And how much I hate it when they boast about it, too. What, do you think you're so perfect? Don't you ever make any mistake?"

"People like me?" Osamu repeated, uncharasterically silent after all those words you had spat. "Yeah, shallow people." You answered, but you weren't looking at him anymore as you tapped the window instead. "We're here." 

You were silent as he stopped the car, pulling to the side, and watched you open the door. "You know," he finally spoke, rolling down his window before you were too far. "You say I judge people so quickly, but you did a full-blown analysis just now, and you say I'm the one to judge quick?"

"Tell me, Osamu." You bent forward a little, leveling your face with his. "If you can promise me that you didn't think, ah, I know this type of girl, even once tonight, I'll take it all back and apologize to you."

You smiled when he stood quiet. 

"Goodnight, Osamu. Thank you for the ride." You told him before walking back to your house.

~

"Ya know, with the amount of time you spend here, you may as well move in." Osamu told you gruffly, eyeing you from his side of the couch. Your eyes followed him as he took a bite out of his food, adam's apple bobbing up and down.  

"I'll move in as soon as you leave." You answered with a fake smile, turning your eyes away from his as soon as you realized you were staring, hoping he hadn't noticed, but he had. 

"Yer sure ya want me to leave?" He quirked a brow at you, making you grimace. "Never been more sure." 

It had been about a month since you met Osamu, and it was like this ever since. Osamu never missed the chance to take a jab at you, or he couldn't sleep. You never backed down from it either, the fights going back and forth until either Atsumu got bored and pulled you away or one of their friends called you out.

You didn't enjoy it like they thought you did. In fact, it was getting tiring and annoying, but you couldn't stop yourself from taking a jab at Osamu whenever he shot you a remark.

He looked at you when you sighed, brows quirking up in a silent question. "When's Atsumu gonna be here?"

Atsumu had told you to come to his place that day, telling you he would be there in a few minutes after you and he had something to do, but as always, he was late at least an hour, and you were now stuck with his brother. 

"I'll just go home and meet you up later." You had told the blonde, but he had insisted you stay. 

"Have you ever seen 'Tsumu come somewhere not at least two hours late? I bet he won't be here for at least an hour more." Osamu chuckled. "I'm hungry." He added right after, eyes finding yours.

"And? You need me to cook?" You snickered, not expecting him to stay silent, looking at you for a few more seconds and rolling his eyes as he turned around and went to the kitchen. 

Your brows furrowed in confusion at the antic. Surely Osamu wasn't- he wasn't asking you if you wanted something, was he?

"At least open a movie or something as we wait." Osamu muttered from the kitchen. 

"Do you have something on mind?" You asked, feeling weird at how soft he suddenly was acting. "No, pick one."

"Okay," you muttered to yourself, emphasizing the 'o'. You thought of opening a volleyball match, Atsumu always liked it when you did, and maybe he would- no, why were you even thinking of what he would like? He told you to open whatever, hadn't he?

Still, despite reasoning with yourself, you were jittery as you opened a random comedy show from Netflix. Trying to focus your thoughts on the show playing, you did your best not to think about the silver-haired boy inside, failing miserably by how your mind wandered to him and the odd way he was acting today.

"Say, ya never gave me an answer as to why yer friends with 'Tsumu." He entered the room, carrying a tray with two plates and forks inside. The crooked smile on his lips was making your heart beat twice as fast, even though you didn't want to admit it, and the way he focused on holding the tray on balance, the slight crease between his furrowed brows. Osamu Miya was too handsome for his own good.

"Thanks," you muttered half-heartedly as you took the plate from him, not even aware it was an olive branch he was sticking out. Osamu's face fell when you didn't spare him or his food another look. "You never gave me an answer of why you don't like me, so I guess we're even." You laughed, smile wavering when he didn't laugh along.

He sighed, eyes glancing at you and then back at his hands. It made you antsy, making you feel like something was wrong.

"You chose this to watch?" He turned back to the not answering you. He shifted in his place when you hummed, "I can change it i fyou want." The way he hadn't made fun of your choice of the movie yet, was too uncharacteristic of him.

"No, its okay." He answered instead, ending the conversation -if you could even call this one. You ate in silence, tv playing in the background, though neither of you cared of it, your gaze meeting now and then until you couldn't take it.

"What is wrong with you?" You couldn't help but blurt out, turning the TV off and facing him. You watched him as he quirked his brow up, looking at you questioningly even though he knew what you meant.

"What is wrong with me?" He repeated.

"Why are you being nice?"

He turned back to face the tv after a beat of silence, looking somewhat... shy? What the-

"Wh-what was that?" You asked when he mumbled something, the answer so silent that it was inaudible. "I said," Osamu repeated, eyes still focused on his plate. "You told me you didn't like me because I- uh, I was rude."

His voice was still uncharacteristically quiet, but this time you heard him loud and clear. That didn't mean you understood it, though.

"What do you mean?" He heard you ask, your voice laced with something resembling suspicion, you scoffed when he stood quiet, standing up to your legs and picking your plate off from the table. "If you're trying to tell me you want me to like you, I'm not buying it."

"You're not buying it?" He repeated, mirroring your movements and standing up, making you realize how much taller he was than you. The way he was looking at you- what was it, hurt? No, it couldn't be. Anger would be more like it. 

"Is there no way of winning with you?" He asked, following you to the kitchen and placing his plate a little too roughly on the counter. "You say you don't like me because I'm rude. I try to be nice and you fucking ask me what's wrong with me? What do you want me to do, disappear?"

Now, there was no denying that Osamu was, indeed, hurt, as his face soured when you stood quiet, staring at him blankly at his question. "So you hate me this much." He muttered to himself, running his fingers through his hair. 

"I don't know why you expected me to like someone who has been nothing but rude to me since the moment we met." You shrugged, but a part of you wanted to tell him it was a lie, and despite everything that you- well, you liked him. 

The glare he sent your way was enough to make you choke on the breath you took, taking a step forward to you, close enough for you to feel dizzy with his scent.

"Well, that concludes it, I guess. This was stupid, anyway." Osamu muttered, but he was so close- so close that you could almost feel the heat radiating from him, your eyes fixated on his lips, and if you just leaned forward- a few millimeters was all there was.

"What was- what was stupid?" You whispered, noticing his gaze was also wandering on your lips. Your heart suddenly started thundering in your chest, and you couldn't even ask yourself what's happening? What are you doing?

"This," Osamu breathed against your lips, his gaze so intense over you that it sent chills down your spine. He finally leaned forward, doing what you wanted but couldn't do, the word "apologizing," being the last thing you hear before you felt his lips on yours.

It was a soft kiss, nothing similar to how you thought Osamu would kiss -not that you had thought on it, or so you told yourself-, this kiss was deeper, irrational, amazing. 

"Do you always apologize to people by kissing them?" You asked when he pulled back, smirking at the way your chest heave, feeling a tinge of pride at how breathless he had left you.

"Hm?" He hummed, not wiping that damn smirk off of his face, it even grew wider when he noticed you pressing your fingers on your lips, still in shock, "I don't apologize to people." 

It was true. 

No one had ever seen Osamu Miya change his opinion about something, about someone. He would never admit he was wrong yet apologize.

But here he was, standing before you -just as breathless as you were- apologizing. 

"Maybe you should apologize more." You told him with a sly smile, to which he happily complied.

~

"I wanted to make peace." He told you, sitting on the couch right beside you, refusing to look at you, though. "I've been trying to act nice for a while now, but you seem to- you don't like that."

"A while?" You repeat. "You were never nice to me!"

"I was trying." His brows furrowed at your protest. "But you always had something snarky to say, and I couldn't just stay silent, could I now?"

"But- what? You were always the one who started them!" 

"Was I?" He asked, giving you the time to think, watching your face in disbelief fall into a look of 'fuck, he's right.'

It was you who started the fights, despite thinking it was him all this time. Upon recognizing that, you started to see the times he actually was nice to you, which you had always discarded or turned a blind eye.

Biting your lip guiltily, your turned to him. "I might... owe you an apology." You muttered, very aware of how his eyes glinted, gaze falling back on your lips. "Well," he told you, smiling. "I can't disagree."

"that's salt, not sugar" with your choice of character!

BAHAHAHA IM SO SORRY ABOUT THIS kohi tysm for sending something in and im sorry I made it a crackfic (I think) it was just really fun to write

Synopsis: love is sweet but divorces can be a little,,, salty.

Send me a random sentence and I'll make it an angst drabble!

Marrying Osamu Miya was the best decision of your life.

You had your most beautiful memories with him, the best years of your life were the best because he was there with you, holding your hand, smiling into the kiss he presses on your cheek.

You loved him, with all your heart- but things sometimes go wrong, and this time what went wrong was his love for you.

"I don't love you anymore."

The moment he spoke those to you, you knew it all was over. What he said was something you'd been aware of for the longest time, you werent dumb, you could feel him drifting away, you could feel his kisses getting monotonous, his touch out of obligation, his words of love, of habit.

But as long as it wasn't confirmed, hope lived strong in your heart, hope that it wasn't true, you were reading too much into things, he was just tired, stressed- any excuse you could find.

But then came the inevitable.

As he stared at your tear-damp face, grey eyes cold and unforgiving- you only came to realize Osamu Miya had no love left for you.

"Please, 'Samu," you tried to reason still, despite his almost mocking gaze, "I'll try harder, I'll make you happy, I beg you to give us another chance!"

Your hands grasped around his hand, you were on your knees as you begged for this one thing- and you wonder what you've done to make him hate you do that he wouldn't even bring you up to your feet as you trembled on the cold ground of your shared home.

"Let me go," he had hissed at you, instead, shaking his hand to make your weak grip on him let go. "I'll send you the divorce papers."

It's unfair, you had thought. How easy it is for him to leave as you cried on the ground, alone and cold as you watched the one man you've ever loved leave your home.

The moment you had taken the cursed pile of white paper in your cold, shaking hands, the last piece of hope had died with it. Everything, the last six years you had spent with the love of your life, was now getting discarded that easily. You thought, you might- might hate him for how easy he made it look.

But you never really thought you'd plot in your head to kill him.

"What about-" you remembered sobbing that night he had left you, "what about our son?"

He hadn't answered that that night, but as you now scanned the paper you were holding, you had your answer.

The bastard was demanding full custody.

What first was an ache in your heart, shaking your body, leaving you so vulnerable because you had just lost your dearest person was now turning into blind, hot rage.

You don't even remember how you dialed his number, your heart beating in your ears enough to have you deaf, hands shaky as you waited for him to pick up.

"Wha-"

"I'll fucking murder you." You curse as soon as you hear his lazy tone. "I will fucking murder you, you hear me, Miya? If you ever try to take my child away from me, I will not let you live."

~

"Osamu, go help your wife in the kitchen!" Your aunt laughs somewhere in the garden, making you curse her whole existence.

Ever since you had learned about him suing for full custody, you and Osamu weren't exaclty on... good terms.

Your hands start trembling with anger as you hear his grunt of approval, lazy footsteps making their way into the kitchen.

It was your son's birthday.

The divorce was so sudden, you couldn't tell him or anyone in your families that you hated each other to the guts with your husband, and you sure didn't want to ruin your sons birthday toast with, "clink, clink! May I have your attention? Baby, congrats on your birthday, I love you so much- you're so different from your bastard of a father over here. Oh, also, we're getting a divorce."

"Hey," the gray haired man strolls in with all his seriousness, aware of your fury that would make anyone's skin crawl. Not his, though- no, Osamu Miya is immune to your anger. Instead, he squints his eyes at you, or rather what you have in your hands, and smiles.

"That's salt, not sugar." He laughs right before you add the substance to your son's birthday cake batter. "Don't even know the difference? This is why I'm demanding custody, I want my son to live-"

His sentence is cut together by a loud crash, followed by the sounds of broken glass.

Osamu's grey eyes widen as they close on to the dented wall only a millimeter away from his head, and then to the broken glass shreds and crystals of salt mixing together on the ground.

Did you just-

Yes you did.

You just threw a glass of salt at your husband's head.

Well, happy birthday to your son, I guess.

for your random sentence angst drabbles :3

“what time does the (game, show, etc) start?”

thank you n have fun 😵

a/n: aha remember this game? it's my fav thing to get out of writers block so here's one more with Osamu miya <3

warnings: a lil toxic Osamu, fake dating au

synopsis-like: "And, what do you say?" His smile had you feeling your first real heartbreak- never the last with Osamu Miya in your life. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

You know exactly when the game will start.

This game is the one where your deal ends, where you promised each other from months back that this game would be the day you would leave each other.

Osamu looks stoic, his eyes not giving a single emotion away as he watches you try to hold your tears back, chew on your lips he kissed once before- he still remembers the feeling, your eyes that always look at him with adoration now clouded with something darker.

"1p.m." He answers finally, not looking you in the eyes as he clears his throat when the words he tried to speak came out choked. 

1 pm.

As you bring your shaking hand up to check the time on your phone, you can't help but feel the tears collecting behind your eyes; you try to hide it with a smile. 

It's a little embarrassing on your side, not to him but yourself, how until then- till the very last hour, you thought you might have a chance. But a deal was a deal, and you had mere minutes before Osamu Miya leaves you, for good.

For another girl. 

The thought alone has your heart hammering your chest in pain, a feeling that has you feeling dizzy bubbles in your stomach, makes you think you might be sick. 

You knew this day was going to come- why are you crying now? You knew it was inevitable, the day you'd bid the man goodbye, without as much as hugging him, you knew it from the day you agreed to his deal.

Play the role of Osamu Miya's girlfriend until his fans stop harassing the girl he actually likes.

It was- is unfair how stoic and uncaring he was as he spoke the words that night, the night you had confessed to him, admitted to your feelings you couldn't hide- it's unfair how his lips had quirked so slightly as he stressed the word actually, how beautiful he looked as the tinted moonlight reflected off of his hair. 

"And, what do you say?" His smile had you feeling your first real heartbreak- never the last with Osamu Miya in your life. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

It was unfair; despite knowing it all, how he couldn't care less about what you felt, how he was only saving his ass and the girl he actually liked, you had agreed.

"Only till the end of the semester, till my last game."

And you knew you did, only because of your stupid little heart, hiding that belief that you might- somehow, maybe, perhaps- make Osamu Miya fall for you, instead.

How naive, how stupid.

You thought you could have your happy ending- make the prince fall for the slightly awkward main girl. And you couldn't help but smile as you thought your situation resembled cinderella's just a little.

After all, despite it being all but a rotting lie under the glamorous love of Osamu Miya, he still made you happy. You had what you wanted, you had what you wished for, and as prince Charming found cinderella in the end, you had hoped, so secretly, that maybe your lie would come true, as well. 

But as he starts packing his bag, getting ready for the game, you can only laugh at that hope.

Cinderella your ass, you really want to be Mufasa from lion king right now, as you watch Osamu leave the room without as much as glancing at you- his fake girlfriend of a few months, as you knew he was going to the game, where he was finally going to announce his real relationship with the pretty girl, waiting to cheer his name, as loud as she can. 

[01:56] osamu coming home

warnings none, just fluff

other timestamps

opening the door to his shared home, he calls out your name, to which gave no response. he called your name out again, and dropped his bag, searching the house and came to an abrupt pause.

sighing in relief, he smiled at your comfortable figure, sleeping in a fetal position with a pillow between your legs. you released soft snores within each breath and osamu chuckled as he brushed your right cheek.

“i love ya so damn much”

he got up carefully and changed out of his clothes to freshen up before getting in bed beside you. he slipped off his shirt and-

“-samu?”

alarmed, he turned around and sighed.

“what are ya doin? thought ya were sleepin'” he moves towards you and pulls you into his arms, letting your face rest in his chest.

“i was waiting for you, but i fell asleep, sorry, love”

“ya didn't need to wait for me, am always here.”

he felt your cheesy smile in his chest and chuckled softly and rested his head on top of yours, quickly placing a chaste kiss.

“am gonna wash up, okay? stay here, i'll be quick.”

nodding sleepily, you gave him a small smile and walked back to bed, laying your ahead atop of a pillow, and immediately fell asleep, even though you wanted to stay awake for osamu.

drying his hair off, he walked into your shared bedroom and laughed as he watched your sleeping figure.

he crawled in beside you, snaking his arms around your waist and kissing you on the back of your head before whispering-

“goodnight. i love ya so much.”

a/n: i'll post the masterlist later!

~This is a repost from my old blog~

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Hi and welcome on tumblr. 🌞 Hope you'll like it here.

May I request an Osamu Miya fluff with a female or gender neutral reader who is an overthinker and is convinced that the signs Osamu sends her are just because he's nice, but in the end she has to realise that he is indeed in love with her/them?

Have a nice day🌞

thank you so much for your request !!! I tried my best, hope you'll enjoy it ;) have a nice day <3

A TRICK OF YOUR MIND (osamu miya x overthinker reader)

characters : Osamu Miya x overthinker reader and a little bit of Atsumu too

genre : fluff

warnings : mention of insomnia

you were friend with Osamu for a very long time, but as time goes by you start to overthink his nice and kind gestures towards you and might wonder if there isn't a little bit more than friendship between you two

You were caught up in your mind again. You weren’t paying any attention to the book you were reading, too busy thinking of the gray haired boy and your mixed feelings towards him.

You must have been imagining things. Well you do that so well anyway.

But you couldn’t help yourself and hoped there may be more than just platonic feelings behind the kind actions and gestures of Osamu Miya. Every time you come to their volleyball practice, he’ll always shoot a nice glance and a smile toward you, like he was happy you were here. But that’s impossible right ? He’s just nice with everyone, you saw it during class and practice.

And then, you can’t help but hope there may be more behind his selfless and caring behavior. You were craving his attention, and his nice and understanding gray eyes didn’t help making you feel less eager for his presence. How you hoped you could one day maybe feel comforted and happy in the tenderness of his arms. You’ll be able to hold his hand on your way back home after a long day at school. Maybe even have a date, cheer for him during a match, kiss him stupid to chase away his guilt when he blames himself for their loss…  But that’s impossible, and you know that, you’re just a nice friend who is too lost in her mind. Nothing very attractive in that. Right ?

However, you’ve decided to do nothing about it, knowing perfectly well that nothing will ever happen. Because that’s how things are right ? And what if he really doesn’t like me in that way ? I’ll be so embarrassed, I’ll never be able to face him again. 

So you slowly grew apart from him. You didn’t share meals with him, Rintaro and his twin anymore. You no longer came to watch Osamu at practice and walked home with him and Atsumu. And on top of that, you stopped looking at him for too long, afraid that the volleyball player will notice how you felt towards him just by looking in your eyes.

This strange behavior of yours didn’t come unnoticed by Osamu. And, to say the least, it irritates him so much. What did he do wrong ? Why don’t you eat with him anymore ? Usually you would immediately join them and sit right next to him to share your meal. What happened to that ? Right as the bell rings, signaling lunch break, you escape straight away claiming that you have stuff to do. It goes the same for practice. You aren’t here anymore to cheer for him and make him feel proud. Those moments were the happiest time of his day. Always thanking you in a quiet way, his way, with a kind and warm smile and locking eyes with you. Hoping that you’ll get the hint of his feelings for you. But now, you are so far away from the gray-eyed boy, making him feel like you’re slipping away from him.  

       After practically two weeks, the situation remains the same. You are sad and no longer cheerful, staying as far away from Osamu, even though it hurts you so much. And Osamu is more frustrated than ever, without being able to talk to you, he isn’t able to focus properly during school and practice, receiving remarks from his teachers and teammates. And especially from Atsumu. Oh, his damn twin, who could read him like an open book. And this is exactly because of this sly Atsumu, that Osamu comes to the conclusion of why he feels so out of it. 

After what felt like a never-ending practice, Atsumu decides that it's time for his twin to snap out of it and do something about his behavior, so uncharacteristic of the Osamu Miya that he knows. 

    “Hey, ‘Samu, don’t you think it’s time for you to do something about this Y/N situation ?”   

The gray-haired twin, lost in his thoughts, jumps in the middle of the street, only illuminated by the street lamps 

“Ha ?! What do you mean by the Y/N situation ‘Tsumu ? Why would you talk about her anyway ?” Osamu responds, now ready to slap his brother by approaching this sensitive subject. 

“Easy there, I’m not trying to pick up a fight, I just want the real Osamu back, and not this pale version of yourself too caught up in your mind to even realize that people are actually concerned for you.”  Atsumu answers gently. 

Osamu, trying to collect himself, comes to realize that he hasn't really been himself during the past few weeks and he’s willing to sort out this situation with you. He saw it in your eyes, the lack of energy and joy, because he can’t help but look for you when he enters a room knowing that you’re there. 

“Maybe, you’re right, I should definitely talk to her and sort things out. I’ll try tomorrow, and I hope I’ll find out what’s wrong with her.”  Osamu exchanges a knowing look with his brother then looking before him, preparing himself mentally for his so needed conversation with you. 

                                                           *

You’re exhausted. You haven’t been able to sleep for days because of your mind that keeps you up at night. He didn’t even notice that I don’t talk to him anymore. I was right, I’m just a classmate and nothing more. Oh my god I can’t even imagine if I ever confessed to him ! It would have been mortifying. And your mind goes on and on all night like that. Keeping you up, drawing you towards the man that you try to escape so desperately from. Osamu Miya. 

After class, you find comfort in the promise of a much deserved rest at home, in your room. But your plans are blown away by the sight, rather the man in front of you, Osamu, who looks like he was waiting for you. Wait, is he waiting for me ?? That is not possible, there must be some kind of mistake right ? Yes, he must be waiting for Atsumu to go with him to practice.  You keep walking past him, trying to look unbothered, but no, he has other plans for you and your poor heart. 

He grabs your wrist. Are we in a romantic show or something ? Help, I can’t take it anymore, that is it, I’m going to confess. Fuck the consequences. But before you can speak and seal your fate, the gray-eyed volleyball man speaks, and oh, that is not what you expected at all. 

“Y/N, look I don’t know what I’ve done to you, but I need to understand why you are avoiding me so much.” His voice is unsteady and his eyes won’t meet yours. Wait, is he nervous ?

“Osamu… I…” unsure of what to say you try to step back. Damn, I must look so stupid

“I just want you to know that, I didn’t know what to do with this situation, and how to react, but what I am sure of is that I miss you Y/N… I miss having lunch with you, having you cheer for me at practice, walking back home with me when the sun just set. I miss those moment with you, and I miss the glee in your eyes whenever I look at you, you just look so upset Y/N. And I want you to tell me if I did something to anger you, please.” Osamu almost sounds like he’s pleading, and now he looks at you straight in the eyes.  

You are so taken aback by this conversation and by the way Osamu is so casually speaking up his feelings to you, that you forget how to breathe for a moment. What should I do…  I must tell him. It isn’t fair if I don’t explain it to him. 

“ Look Osamu…” You begin, and the attention of the boy on you feels immediately more intense. You gather your courage and speak your feelings up  “The only reason why I’ve been distancing myself from you so much is because I was scared of my own feelings. Every time I look into your soft eyes, it’s like they’re promising me something that I won’t have. I feel so attached to you that it almost hurts, and I know that it is a one sided feeling, and I don’t blame you for that, I was just trying to move on and protect myself. Despite all of my efforts, I feel inevitably attracted to you and your always so nice and gentle behavior towards me. I know I must have been imagining things, but I think that you deserve to know how I feel.” That is it. I said it and he will never talk to me ever again. But I said it and I will be able to move on. Why do I feel like I need to cry though ? 

Saying that Osamu Miya is surprised is an understatement. He is flabbergasted. You, the always sweet and cheering girl he has been admiring from afar, likes him back ? Is he dreaming ? If this is the case, he never wants to wake up. 

You’re looking at him with averted eyes and , wait, is that a blush on your face ? And he feels like screaming out of happiness, or maybe melting right on the spot, he doesn’t know yet. 

“Y/N, what in my behavior towards you made you think that you were imagining things ?” 

You’re frozen, you don’t know what to do, maybe running away would be a viable option, but no, Osamu is a volleyball player and runs way faster than you. So you indulge yourself and respond  “I… hum…” 

Osamu quirks a brow, I repeat, Osamu whose face is always so collected, quirks a brow and smiles at you for the love of god. “Well ? You’ve got nothing to say ? Here I’ll help you”  He takes both of your hands and places them on his chest, only for you to feel the quick pace of his heartbeat. “See, I’m nervous too.” He says while chuckling. 

Fuck it. I have nothing to lose anymore. And then, you approach Osamu and place a chaste kiss on his cheek, only for him to pull you closer and cup your cheeks between his large hands. After what felt like an eternity of looking each other in the eyes, he kisses you tenderly, drawing you impossibly closer to him. He kisses you on the lips, on the cheeks, on the eyelids and he goes on and on, and you feel like crying out of happiness. 

Between his kisses, you manage to say “I love you, I really love you Osamu…”

And then he stops, “Y/N, I love you, I adore you, I’m sorry if I haven’t shown it well but I’ll try my best” he says while cupping your face lovingly. 

You feel at peace, it wasn’t all in your head this time. Osamu places one more kiss on your lips and smiles at you “See, it wasn’t a silly trick of your mind after all”.