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luvring · 29 days

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gn!reader fluff | “y’see somethin’ you like?” osamu asks, barely glancing at you as he shapes the rice in his hands into a triangle.

the stool beneath you wobbles as you lean forward—he really should get a new one—and smile, palm resting on your cheek. “yeah, i like watching you work.”

your eyes follow the veins on his hands to his forearms, up to his biceps and his chest barely hidden by his stupidly well-fitting black uniform shirt.

he hums. “well, that’s nice t’hear-”

“i love watching you make croissants.”

osamu pauses.

he looks at you, but no eyes meet—yours focused on his hands that move to wipe themselves clean on a towel before resting on his hips. maybe if you were stronger, you’d notice the smirk on his face. “what colour’s my shirt?”

a smile tugs at your lips. “red?”

fingers flick your forehead before you can wave them away. “ack- god, ’samu!”

he snorts and pulls you off the stool, forcing your head into his chest and muffling your groan while he pinches your cheek. “i should kick ya outta my kitchen for harassin’ the chef.”

“but he’s so hot and handsome, what am i meant to do?” you huff.

“at least don’t say i’m making croissants. am i french?”

“woah,”—you push away from his chest—“take that back right now. you know i’d never date a french man.”

“then why’d ya say croissants?”

“i don’t know, it was the first pastry i thought of! i love, i don’t know, macarons—”

amusement lights up his face as his arm takes you back into a head lock. “macarons? the also french desert—”

“fuck, stop, wait, oh my god, please,” a sound between a laugh and cry escapes you.

osamu cackles when you smack his chest with one hand, covering your face with the other. the onigiri is forgotten on the counter as he pulls it away to uncover your face, fingers threading through the spaces between yours.

your laughter dies down, and after using your free hand to pick a stray grain of rice off his shirt, you pout. “whatever, not french man. are you gonna kick me out of the kitchen for ogling you now?”

he only rolls his eyes. “no, it’s not like y’don’t already ogle me outside of the kitchen.”

another smack comes to his chest as you scoff. “wow. okay, it’s because i love you, you know.”

“yeah, yeah, of course you love the hot, handsome guy who cooks for you,” osamu brushes off your defense and picks up the last finished onigiri.

motioning to the stool and pretending you can’t see the blush that paints his cheeks, or smile on his lips, he huffs. “now sit back down so you can taste test this for me.”

#luvring.txt #osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #very much related to my other samu post #still thinking about him. hrmghnnh #sorry 2 any french guys or their likers. c'est la canadienne en moi peut-être. qui sait

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eyeheartboobiez · 2 months

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-> 𝗃𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝖽 𝗑 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

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Y/N Y/LN and Cassandra Cain take a Friendship Test | Glamour

How well do these two friends actually know each other? Singer Y/N Y/LN and songwriter Cassandra Cain share first impressions, shower each other in complemets, and more to prove they're as thick as thieves.

Be sure to check out their latest single Kill Bill out now!

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Tell us how you met Cassandra.

"Gosh, where do I even start?" Y/N huffed out, trying to collect her thoughts.

"I mean we always hung around the the same crowd, you know, with her making music and me in the booth all the time. Officially though, I'd say we met at the billboard music awards back in 2020."

A sentimental look plastered itself on her face as she continued, "She had won for songwriter of the year, and when I saw her at an after party later that night, I knew was that I just really wanted to congratulate her more than anything."

Grinning at the fond memory, Y/N wrapped up the thought, "So, I sought her out from across the room and basically stroked the shit outta her ego, and yeah. The rest was history."

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What all can you tell us about Y/N?

"I think a better question would be what I can't tell you." Cassandra let out a short chuckle at the comment.

"No but seriously, there's just so much to like about her, y'know?" Her eyes drifted behind the camera towards the singer, a smile blossoming in her face at the action.

"For sure, if I were to tell you anything about her, I'd talk about how giving she is."

Looking back at the cameras, Cassandra said with her full chest, "She'd give anybody the whole world if she could, really."

----

Exercise One: Stare Into Each Other's Eyes for 2 Minutes

"I don't think I've ever stared at you for this long before." The vocalist confessed.

"All the more reason to now."

The artists giggled as they stood hand in hand, staring into the eyes of someone who understood them better than anyone else. Both felt as though they were looking into a mirror, when really it was just the eyes of a friend.

"You have really soft hands." Cass confessed, breaking the short lived silence.

"Thanks, it's the new body butter I've been using." The pair continued to stare into each other's eyes, with the songwriter casually swiping her thumbs across Y/N's hands.

Eyes gazing into the ones before them, Cassandra couldn't help but mentally curse her brother for being so stupid.

The past few weeks had been full of nothing but damage control after Jason's mishap at the club last month.

Cass had been the main one wiping away tears and distracting the singer from all her problems, whisking her away from the avalanche of pain.

For years now, she had dreamed of being in her brother's place, practically praying for his downfall. But now that she was here, she couldn't help but feel selfish.

Regardless of her feelings, Cassandra knew better than to use her brother's slip ups to her advantage.

She knew for a fact that Jason loved her. He did. How could she just swoop in and and pretend to play hero knowing that?

The entire situation was ridiculous, almost laughable even. She couldn't help but scoff at the irony of it all. Despide the artist's mental turmoil, the girl in front of her didn't seem to have a clue in the world.

“What's so funny?" Y/N accused teasingly, "I wanna laugh."

The silence was broken as Cass's chuckles continued to fill the room. Pulling herself together, she responded, "Nothing hon, nothing's funny."

"You sure? Because it looked hilarious." Jokingly, the singer continued to taunt the artist before her.

Even though Cassandra was never a woman of many words, Y/N on the other hand, always seemed to have a way of keeping the mood light.

A timer went off in the room, signaling the end of their two minutes. While Y/N was quick to break her gaze away, the other musician's eyes seemed to linger in a way that would leave most viewers speculating.

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Exercise Two: Compliment Each Other

"Looks like we're back where we started," Y/N commented, "me stroking the shit out of your ego."

The remark made the Wayne double over in laughter, almost dropping the pen and notepad in her hands as she went to clutch her stomach.

"Aight now, it wasn't that funny."

As their giggles died down, a comfortable silence filled the room as Y/N and Cassandra started jotting down what they loved most about each other. After just a few minutes, both were ready to begin.

"Who wants to go first?" Asked a producer behind the camera.

Instantly, Y/N spoke up, "I'll go first, for old times sake."

"So," She stared off, "You're insanely observant, like you can literally read anybody like an open book. I love how independent and confident you are. You're very supportive, you're always listening to what I have to say. And last, but not least, I love how close you are with your family.

Once again, the grin on Cassandra's face never seemed to falter.

"Starting off, I love your smile. I admire how you put so many of your emotions into your work, and how you wear your heart on your sleeve. I love how when we first met, you took it upon yourself to learn sign language so for me."

The singer's eyes started to become glossy at the thought. Back when Cassandra was nonverbal, Y/N was more than determined to find a way to communicate with her.

Pausing before she continued, Cass took in a shaky breath, "The last thing I put on here, is that I admire your strength above all else."

"-We talking about the same Y/N here?"

A handful of soft chuckles could be heard from both Cassandra and Y/N, with the former still trying to keep her emotions in check. The statement, while so simple, seemed to be absolutely nerve wracking.

"After everything you've been through this past month, your strength and resilience are something that I really admire." A pregnant pause settled within the room, the light atmosphere dying with that last statement.

Although no words were being exchanged, a conversation was being held between the two as their eyes remained locked with each other.

The only noise that could be heard was the cameraman signaling it was time for the next segment of the video.

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Exercise Three: Hug For One Minute

Before the tears could escape her eyes, Y/N quickly stepped in to her friend's arms, shielding her face from the camera. Cass was swift to embrace her, hands rubbing soft circles onto her friend's back.

The silence still remained heavy. If watchers listened closely, they could hear a faint you okay? spew from Cass's lips, leaving viewers beyond thankful for whoever was woking the boom mic.

With her head still buried in Cassandra's chest, Y/N gave a slight nod, indicating that she was fine.

One of the crew members eventually called time and the intimate moment was finished as soon as it began.

The pair caught each other's eyes and quickly broke away, once again, silently communicating the words they couldn't say.

Clearing her throat, Cassandra stepped back. Not knowing what to do with herself, she crossed her arms.

Suddenly becoming much more aware of her surroundings, she looked back towards the camera with her best award winning smile.

As if she had finally come back to reality, Y/N attempted to appear as relaxed as possible as well, silently praying that her mascara didn't run.

"So, any last words?"

To give the star a chance to find her voice, Cass spoke up, "Well, this was a great experience, and I'm glad we got the chance to come here and test our friendship."

Knowing they had to wrap up, Y/N went onto conclude the video, "Thank you so much Glamour for having us here today, and make sure to check out our new collab Kill Bill, which is out now. Bye!"

"See ya!"

— COMMENTS —

@/yn'scoochiehairs: i js know jason is tighttt rn💀

⤷ @/girlmoregirly: fr he polly punching walls n shit😭

@/gojoluvr: am i going crazy or was somebody crying towards the end??

@/cassie's_girl: i feel like im interrupting something here🧍‍♀️

@/livingrosetoy: the way cassandra kept touching y/n to comfort her plsss i can't take this anymore😭

@/jasonsmellslikeboucedatass: j*son bro keep playing w/ my girl and see what tf happen🤣🤣😐

@/igthatcuntgettingeaten: the way cass kept looking for her approval🥹

@/magiclizard: OUUU JASON WHEN I CATCH YOU

@/delulupills: everybody in the comments is talking about jason like can't we just focus on the two people who are actually in the video🤦‍♀️

⤷ @/ynstan4life: no that nigga need to die like today

@/cassandra'strophywife: i need bofa them like so bad like it's not even funny

a/n: lesbian cass save me.. lesbian cass.... save me lesbian cassandra...

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coldgoldlazarus · 3 months

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I firmly believe in a Futch Samus

But I think something that might help the discussion is that her presentation, and how she is presented, are two different questions. And this is where most of her official depictions (and to an ever greater extent, the deluge of so, so much Zero Suit fanart) fall short.

Especially when she's coming out of her powersut at the end of the games, is something that bugs me. Show her hair messy and matted as fuck from that helmet. If she is in fact wearing eyeliner like that one post suggested, it should be kinda smudged and leaky by this point. Give us defined abs, not just because she should be portrayed as way more muscular in general anyway, (though that definitely does apply too) but because she's just run five consecutive marathons and fought at least one new space horror and is dehydrated as fuck. (On that note, in more casual scenes like the ZM endcards, show her with a little healthy pudge instead, let her be properly watered!) If she's fresh out of the Zero Suit, she'd probably even have some leg hair.

And just in general? Again, muscles for sure, I think this is one thing everyone is in agreement on. (Her Zero Suit model in Dread is definitely an appreciated step in the right direction.) Scars, too, especially in depictions chronologically placed after Corruption, where we know for sure that the Phazon had some severe effects. (Though other scars in addition would be interesting and evocative.) The extent of her mutations is something I do like being more up for interpretation, and there's been some fantastic different takes out there, but I do feel like at the bare minimum there should be at least something indicating her Chozo and later Metroid influences, even if it's subtle. (I like to go for a prominent beaklike nose for the former.) Age is another debatable one given the ambiguity of the timeline, but some kind of indication there might go a long way.

Samus can be feminine, Samus can be hot, but she shouldn't be Conventionally Attractive Supermodel style hot, with an hourglass waist and unblemished features. And honestly, with her usual portrayals thus far, the choice of presentation kinda fades into the background noise of Default Sexy Woman™, whereas it could be a lot more good and characterful if they paired it with a stronger character design, if she's buff and scarred and still chooses to pretty up afterward. And they could stand to even go further on that front, too, I've seen some great redesigns where she has more ornamentation and jewelry like the Chozo.

She shouldn't be supermodel hot; she should be the kind of hot that comes from and speaks to her power and experience.

#not a reblog #metroid #samus aran #watching a TBSkyen video has me thinking about character design again #surprise surprise #someday I'll shut up about Samus #today is not that day

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taranza-stan · 11 days

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Hello Tumblr, I have thoughts about Samus Aran and the end of Samus Returns that I can't keep within me any longer.

Specifically, I'm talking about one aspect of Samus-Characterization. She's an incredibly "Think First Shoot later" kind of person.

We can see this in Samus Returns and ESPECIALLY in Dread. Samus never shoots something unless it starts posing an actual threat to her safety. She watches the movements of her potential target and usually waits for it to attack her. She isn't one to start a pointless battle.

Even if her opponent obviously plans to harm her, she still never uses her cannon until necessary.

Idk, I just think that this little detail is an important part of her characterization that never gets really noticed.

But you know where she doesn't wait and is instead IMMEDIATELY ready to fire?

The end of SR.

Her cannon wasn't just pointing at the baby. It was fully charged, and Samus was definitely just a mere millisecond away from firing.

"OH, but that could just be shock from seeing the egg suddenly burst open," I hear you say.

But I don't think that's true. Samus never charged her cannon when she got shocked by something. Whenever something surprised her, she immediately pointed it towards whatever it was, but if I remember right, this is the only time she immediately went to charging it up.

I actually don't have a point to make here. It was something I realized, and I needed to get it out.

#honestly this post was originally only about samus *think first shoot later* aran #and then i remembered the end of SR and went OOOOOOOOOOOOOO #metroid #samus aran #i love metroid. have i ever told you that? metroid is great.

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sablegear0 · 1 year

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I’ve seen a little back and forth about Samus’s apparent tendency to wear heavy eye makeup even when in the field and have some thoughts.

For one; idk man, maybe she just likes the way it looks? We could get into Deep Character Analysis about her probably-complicated relationship with how human culture conceptualizes gender and presentation but I think it probably just boils down to “she likes the way it looks.” And I think that’s great!

As an added bonus, she can wear makeup under the helmet, it’s not like it’s going to get messed up by the environment, or by her touching her face. I’d honestly probably wear makeup more often too if I didn’t have to worry about fixing it.

For two, and this is something that dawned on me earlier today; considering all anyone sees of her is just that tiny strip of her face, heavy eye makeup is basically halfway to war-paint.

Seriously, think about it. Imagine you’re some GF Marine mook hanging around on duty and Samus Aran, legendary bounty hunter (of mostly ambiguous gender and species), shows up at your base. Most people only ever see them from afar, and from a distance that visor looks like it’s opaque green.

But then they pass you by in the hall and look your way, and the light hits just the right angle through that visor and you see

Intense pale eyes outlined in stark black.

That’d probably make you jump, wouldn’t it? (One would hate to be on the receiving end of an even more focused or angry version of that look, wouldn’t they?)

I can vouch that this could be startling too. Recently I was hanging out at home before a recital done up in makeup and costume, and managed to spook my partner of 10 years by simply by making eye contact. I don’t wear makeup basically ever, so he was caught off-guard by the contrast and how intense it made me look, to the point it actually made him jump.

So yeah. Our girl probably just likes the way she looks with some extra definition, but maybe there’s a hint of a cheeky scare-tactic in there too.

#sable has a take #sable talks about games #metroid #metroid series #metroid dread #samus aran

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tahdashi · 2 years

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fluff ⊹ college au

as much as he hates to admit it to himself, osamu is struggling.

he wants to be strong — someone you could depend on, someone you could run to when life’s wearing you down, someone you could simply feel content and safe with. his thoughts were plagued with the notion that he was anything but that someone to you.

and that’s why he does everything in his ability to bring that radiant smile — the one he finds himself daydreaming about — to the curve of your lips.

while his friends go out to dingy frat houses, singing at the top of their lungs as they celebrate their freedom and youth, osamu picks up the night shift at the diner by his apartment. he started working there his first year, hoping to make some extra money so his mom wouldn’t have to worry about him from miles and miles away. the owner was a sweet man, roughly in his 60s, often humming an incomprehensible tune as he chopped vegetables and meat. truthfully, osamu didn’t mind working extra shifts while his friends went out (they’d call him boring and a workaholic, but he didn’t care). in fact, he was happy to make extra money if it meant that he could take you out to a fancy dinner (a local ramen restaurant), buy you dessert afterward (a quick stop to the convenience store with a smile on his face as he watches the light from the freezer section reflect in your eyes), and surprise you with flowers to end the night (hand-picked from the field a couple miles off campus).

perhaps he should be living like the rest — either catching up on assignments in the library or coming back home stumbling and slurring his words. perhaps he should start saving his money like you always tell him to, but he’s only twenty and feels no reason to.

he’d much rather be here, at the silver counter at the back of the diner kitchen, experimenting with different sauces while the man next to him hums the same usual love song. this time, the aura’s a bit different. the man has a smile on his face, he’s chopping the green onion at a slow beat as if there’s a metronome playing in his head.

“son, ya like cookin’, don’t ya?”

“i do, sir,” osamu continues to add garlic to the simmering sauce in his pan, a sugary sheen glazing over it.

“why not cook at home? bring that special someone ya keep thinkin’ about,” he jerks his elbow towards osamu’s arm.

“i like working here. i like the people, and the food, and the sounds.”

osamu also likes how you visit him every friday when your classes end. without a doubt, rain or shine, you’ll glide into the diner with a soft smile on your lips. he likes how you walk over to the counter and ask him if there’s a ‘samu around. he also likes how you look behind him, checking on the man who’s too busy tapping his wooden spoon against the pot to notice, before placing a gentle kiss to his lips. and in that moment, he lets himself close his eyes, relax a little, melt into it like softened butter.

and when you pull away, you see the sleepiness in his eyes. you always wonder how he goes to class, comes to work, goes to the library to work on assignments, and then rushes back to the diner after he eats so he can work another shift. bringing your hand up to cradle his cheek, you ask if he’s okay. he leans into the warmth of your skin for a second before giving you a quick nod.

“i’m almost done with my shift. wanna go out for somethin’ in a bit?”

“we don’t have to eat out today,” you tell him, tugging on his sleeve like you always do when you insist on staying in.

“not even ice cream? ya said ya wanted to try that shit-lookin' chocolate one.”

“if your shit looks like that i’m a bit concerned for you,” you tell him, twirling his sleeve around your fingers. his teeth peek out from his lips in a dimply smile, one that has you swooning. "no shit-lookin' ice cream today."

"then what do ya wanna do? it's friday night, ya should do something fun." you notice the way he excludes himself from his words.

"how about we just chill at my place tonight? watch a movie or something? i still have those chips you like," you insist. "and my roommates aren't home. stay as long as you want?"

oh, how 'samu loves your place — the comfort of your bed, your sheets that smell like you. he can't help but nod a bit too eagerly, catching your hand in his larger ones.

he gets back to work as quick as he can, not wanting you to leave you waiting, but truthfully, you don't mind. you watch his back flex in his black uniform as he wipes down the counter. osamu can feel your eyes on him, and suddenly he has love songs blooming in his mind, wisps of a sweet melody coursing through his veins.

you're too good for him, he thinks. you don't mind his chaste kisses when he's in a rush, or when he decides to nap on your shoulder between classes.

he throws his boss a quick wave before throwing on his jacket, shoving his arm into the sleeve as he stumbles towards the front of the diner to see you again. you look up at him with something like ardor and solace swimming in your eyes. placing a quick kiss to the top of your head, osamu slips his hand into yours.

"sorry, babe, took me longer than usual to check inventory," he apologizes, squeezing your hand a couple times as the brisk air touches your skin.

"'s all good. i like watching you work. you're all focused in there."

"gotta be or that man's gonna throw me out. how else am i gonna pay for your expensive ass drinks?"

"all that for a matcha with sweet cream cold foam," you squeeze his hand back in appreciation.

"yeah, well, don't wan' anyone else buyin' those for ya."

osamu's cute like this — nose all red from the cold, a wrinkle in his brow at the thought of someone else surprising you with your favorite drink every morning. atsumu thinks his brother has it bad for you ("down so fuckin' bad, dude," he'd say), and honestly, osamu agrees. he never thought he'd be excited to wake up at the crack of dawn to pick up your favorite coffee before your 8 am, or watch you get distracted by online shopping when you should've been doing your assignment. if love is seeing you at the end of each day, kissing your lips even when he's covered in condiments and oil, holding your backpack for you after a long day, then osamu wants it all.

because even when he should be worrying about the quiz he has tomorrow and the fact that he hasn't slept properly in the past four weeks, he starts to hum that familiar love song when you unlock the door to your apartment (it's become familiar to you, too, because that tune escapes his lips whenever you're by his side).

reblogs n interactions are appreciated!

#unedited i’m sleeby #not really fluff or romantic but. i just wanted to talk about college student samu :(#i know this man spoils you #sayu.writes #osamu x reader #osamu fluff #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff

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xmrnothingx · 2 months

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Melissa Bergman/MB/Mother Brain and Samus Aran from Metroid

Alternate ending to Metroid Other M where Melissa Bergman (MB) drops all pretense of appearing human to duke it out with Samus and revive the Space Pirates

#metroid #Samus Aran #Mother Brain #Metroid Other M #Melissa Bergman #MB #this is a finished version of a sketch from a while ago #was thinking about what if Metroid Other M was as over the top as other Character Action games like Bayonetta and Devil May Cry #I already drew a crossover between Metroid and Metal Gear Rising Revengeance #and DMC now that I think about it #common link between most of my Metroid Crossovers: what if Samus was Feral?#what if things just went crazy?

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nerdy-the-artist · 2 months

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As an unabashed lesbian and Samus x Gandrayda shipper, I knew I had to make this. Thanks to @Hoshizoralone for allowing me to use these adorable art pieces.

#metroid #samus aran #gandrayda #boys meme #I was mostly talking about girls #editing isn’t that good #but this was fun to make

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lowkeyremi · 1 month

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A drabble based off Samu's part of this post cuz I miss little haruki

summary: haruki has to hang out with his uncle 'tsumu while his parents are at the hospital

Atsumu and Haruki have been staring each other down since Osamu dropped him off ten minutes ago. Haruki has seen his uncle 'Tsumu many times before, even on TV, but never has his uncle babysat him.

"So kid... what do ya wanna do?" Usually when Atsumu's with his nephew it's under the supervision of you or Osamu. Being completely alone with him is new to both of them.

"Um. I don't know, do ya have any toys?" Your carbon copy asks.

"Nah, I don't play with toys, I'ma grown man." He explains to his nephew. The small child doesn't like that response, "When I'm a grown up I'm gonna play with toys!"

Atsumu ultimately forgets that Haruki is a little boy with childish ideas, so he chuckles at his statement.

"No ya won't, kid."

"Yes I will!"

"No ya won't."

"Yes I wi-"

"Hey! How 'bout we play some volleyball, huh?" The blond athlete realizes there is absolutely no point in fighting with a six year old.

"I hate volleyball, it's boring." A loud gasp escapes Atsumu's lips and he feels like he's been shot right in the chest.

"Yer lying, right? Haha that was pretty funny, made me laugh." He refuses to believe that any nephew or niece of his would hate volleyball. He has to be joking...

"'m serious! Papa took me to a volleyball camp last year 'n I hated it! Everyone was so mean to me 'n they kept telling me I couldn't hold the ball for myself." Well, there's the problem. As a six year old everything is about you, you, you. So, Atsumu assumes Haruki didn't like it because he wasn't the center of attention.

"Let me tell ya a lil' something. I'm gonna go get a volleyball and I'll tell ya this story while we're outside." Haruki's obviously skeptical of what his uncle plans on doing but he'll go along with it for right now.

The little boy sets his Sonic themed backpack down by the front door, when he makes sure all his toys are secure in his bag, he slowly stomps his way to the sliding glass doors that lead to his uncle's backyard.

There's a net that's way too big for Haruki to hit anything over it outside, which immediately discourages him. Atsumu soon returns with a volleyball in his hands, Haruki would assume with all that money his uncle makes he'd have a nicer looking volleyball, but the one he's holding is all beat up and dirty.

"Are ya too poor to get a better ball?" Atsumu doesn't even take it to offense because he knows Haruki is genuinely curious and not trying to be rude.

"Nah, this ball is older than ya are. 's the ball me n yer papa used to use when we were first startin' out." That seems to ignite a new interest in the little boy, well, if his excited gasps were anything to go by.

"I'ma give it to ya so ya'll have somethin' to use when you play." This isn't enough to convince Haruki to play volleyball but Atsumu's not done just yet. He still has to tell him the story, but first they have to set up the small net, so Haruki can hit over it.

Atsumu opens up his shed to find the little beat up box that contained he and Osamu's old volleyball net from their elementary school days.

"Woah! That net is the perfect size for me!" His nephew screeches in excitement.

"Yeah 's also older than ya." The two set up the net and Atsumu teaches Haruki the form to receive. He tosses the small boy a few so he can get used to receiving.

"Okay, so, I wanted to tell ya that, volleyball ain't all about you, but at the same time it is," Haruki doesn't say anything in return. No little kid wants to hear that everything isn't about them.

"I had trouble understandin' that m'self when I was growin' up. I thought- nah I knew I was the shit so I acted prideful 'bout it." His nephew gasps at him saying a bad word, but he doesn't interrupt his story.

"'n I really don't care who likes me and who doesn't. I was like that back then too, so I never really had anyone besides 'Samu to play with. Which was fine when we were young, but in a real game, ya need six people." Haruki nods his head to let his uncle know he's listening.

"I had to realize that volleyball was a team effort 'n I couldn't play the whole game, m'self," He pauses for a second to bump the ball back the Haruki.

"That was also when I started to realize, it really was all about me, 'cause if yer a good setter all yer hitters gotta rely on ya. They need ya to set to 'em." Haruki pauses for a second.

"What if I don't wanna set? I wanna be a hitter like papa was." Atsumu smiles at him.

"It applies to hitters too, if yer a good hitter then yer setter will most likely set to ya the most often, 'cause ya can score." Haruki's eyes light up with a new sense of hope.

"Will you teach me more about volleyball, Uncle 'Tsumu?" Atsumu's earlier dread has completely left his body, his nephew didn't hate volleyball, he hated not being the center of attention, just like Atsumu did.

The two go back into the house when the sun is almost down. Haruki had learned so much from his uncle, and he was excited to show all of it to you and Osamu.

Atsumu goes to call his brother to realize that he had missed 4 calls from him and a few texts with pictures attached.

"Haruki! Hurry up 'n get in here! Yer sister is born!!" Haruki comes running in with his new (old) volleyball.

"Lemme see her!!!" He tries to grab his uncle's phone.

"Be patient, ya little gremlin." Atsumu pulls up the picture and hands his phone to tiny, grubby hands. You look very tired, but a small smile graces your face and you're holding a tiny little bundle in your arms. The next couple of pictures are Osamu holding his daughter too.

"Ew, why is she so wrinkly?" Atsumu tries and fails to hold in a chuckle. His nephew's face is all scrunched up and disgusted.

"'s 'cause she was just born. She's been swimming 'round in yer ma's belly for the past nine months. Kinda like how ya stay in the bath for too long and yer fingers start to get wrinkly." Atsumu explains, Haruki's not convinced, at all.

"Ya looked the same way when ya were born." Haruki shakes his head so fast Atsumu wouldn't be surprised if his head popped off.

"Nuh-uh. I was never wrinkly!" Atsumu is quick to go through his albums to find the one of Haruki's birth.

"Yea ya did, look." Haruki takes a good look at the picture before jumping up in surprise.

"EWWW I WAS WRINKLY!!!!" He starts running around like a crazy animal on the loose, screams leaving his lips.

Atsumu snorts, "We were all wrinkly babies at one point." The setter also learns how rewarding being an uncle is.

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