#atsumu miya angst

[drak3n]

THE NEMESIS

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: love and hate are so close to each other for a reason.

ꨄ. CONTENT WARNINGS: slow burn, angst, hurt/comfort, friends to strangers to lovers, neglectful parents, love triangles, high school drama, fights, swift mention of a bloody & bruised nose, reader was a misunderstood bully, makeup sex, breeding kink, unprotected sex

ꨄ. SENA'S NOTE: sorry for my inactivity y'all, a lot has been happening lately. anyways, this is over 5k words long so enjoy!

bold italic quotes = letter excerpts

PROLOGUE. | SERIES MASTERLIST.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“it’s embarrassing to admit this, really. after all this time we’ve been apart from each other.”

atsumu and you didn’t always hate each other.

truthfully, you had started off getting along really well, even better than you’d gotten along with osamu. it was something no one could explain, until it all fell apart.

your story went all the way back to your second year of middle school, where the miyas had to move due to the twins’ mother having found a job on the other side of the prefecture. that meant the twins had to transfer schools as well.

it wasn’t like either of the two had difficulties at adapting to their new environments, given that they were quite popular because of their athleticism and their looks. even at their new school, their talent for volleyball made them climb up the ladder of fame in no time.

this is where you came in. a mean, popular girl who had no qualms about making other kids feel worse about themselves. everyone was careful not to cross paths with you or get on your bad side, afraid of your wrath.

the twins had been warned about your presence that lingered like a devil on the school grounds. “she hates boys who are loud and eccentric,” a classmate had told the two, and the younger twin shot a pointed look at the older, which made him glare back at him.

“the hell are ya starin’ at me for, samu!?”

“nothin’.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you were the first person to approach me, although you knew what others thought of me. we were kids back then, but i haven’t forgotten.”

it was both a blessing and a curse to be avoided by everyone. you had your peace and no one was there to mess with you, but at times, it was really boring.

lunch breaks had to be the worst. if you ate your lunch at the hall, everyone would avoid you like the pest. you’d have a table that ten students could use, for yourself.

it was cold outside today, but you still sat on the bench in the yard, ignoring your growling stomach. your mother hadn’t been packing you lunch in a while, and you couldn’t find anything to shove into your bag last minute in the morning.

counting the coins you found in the pockets of your thin coat, you determined with a frown that it was nowhere near enough to buy even a cereal bar.

you could just bully some of the juniors into giving you money or their lunch. before you could stand up and march towards an innocent group of schoolkids playing tag on the other side of the yard, someone sat next to you.

your eyes narrowed at the sight of one of the new kids. you had no idea which of the two it was, given that you couldn’t distinguish a difference between them, and frankly, you didn’t really care. neither of the two shared a class with you anyway.

“hi, i’m atsumu, the older and cool twin!” he introduced himself, running a chubby hand through his thick, brown hair parted on the right. come to think of it, their hair was parted on different sides.

“whad’ya have for lunch? wanna swap? you can have my vegetables and cheese sandwich.” your eyes wandered down to the open box in his lap, filled with delicious bread and vegetables that made your mouth water. you haven’t even had breakfast this morning.

“why are you talking to me?” big, brown eyes widened at you dismissing him, when other girls would die for his attention. “i’ve already eaten.”

the loud growling of your stomach made you clutch your upper body, cheeks flaring in shame as the brunette grinned.

“liar! ya can have mine, y’know. here ya go.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“you were so obnoxious and insufferable to most, but i didn’t see that. i couldn’t care less about what you were like, when you were so nice to me.”

it hadn’t taken you too long to finally notice other differences between the twins. because sometimes when standing in front of either of them, you couldn’t quite tell if the part was on the left or right.

osamu’s eyes were a dark gray, while atsumu’s were brown, like molten chocolate. atsumu would always sound excited, his voice distinguishable from miles away, while osamu was more reserved and preferred calmness.

except for when the two were together, of course. atsumu was quite against introducing you to him, complaining to you that people always ended up liking his brother more, much to his chagrin.

but you were so alone all the time, so he dragged you along to watch him practice one day.

“hey… is that that girl?”

your body language was tense, the discomfort written all over your face as you gazed holes into the floors of the gym, where teammates of the twins were whispering among each other.

“i don’t think they want me here.” you didn’t look sad when you said it, nor did you look upset, it seemed like you’d already accepted it. atsumu had known you for weeks, and osamu had just met you, but it was the first time the two stepped up to defend someone instead of bickering at each other like they did all the time.

“hey, ya pricks! are ya not ashamed to be pickin’ on a girl?”

it had resulted in a fight, with the other members of the volleyball team complaining loudly about how atsumu was such a loudmouth despite being new, telling him to shut up.

it was the wrong timing perhaps, because punches started being thrown, but as you intervened and kicked the boys who dared to lay a hand on either of the twins, a feeling of fuzzy warmth spread inside of you as you could only think of the boy who shared his lunches with you.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“sometimes, i wish i could go back to relive those days. what i wouldn’t do to have you share one of your lunchboxes with me or have you include me in your life one more time.”

middle school seemed to pass in a blur, and you three graduated together, already knowing you’d be attending the same high school.

neither of you had the best grades or the best reputation, but at the end of the day, you happily held the certificates in your hands, having the twins’ parents snap photos of you three. one of those photos that had been taken that day, with atsumu and you shyly standing next to each other, would soon be framed and placed on your nightstand.

your parents didn’t attend. the sight of all students being hugged, kissed and celebrated by their families, while you were on your own chipped away at your heart.

“hey!” atsumu’s loud voice pulled you out of your train of thoughts, and he pointed at his parents looking through osamu’s report while smiling. “what’re ya bein’ so gloomy for? my parents are waitin’!”

with furrowed brows, you stared at the brunette, not quite understanding what he meant by that. you were going to head home, why would mr. and mrs. miya be waiting for you?

“we’re goin’ to this great barbecue place at the mall!” atsumu had told you about it before, the miyas had a tradition of going there for birthdays or other celebrations. it almost made you envious, because you didn’t have that.

“is that so?” you smiled at him, “have fun, tsumu. i’ll see you after the holidays.”

before you could turn around and leave, the boy tugged at your sleeve, pulling you back and towards his parents. you were stunned.

“i saved up all year to pay for yer meal! made my parents reserve an extra seat for you!”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“it all went to hell when my pride got in the way. when you started hanging out with that girl, and i felt threatened by her.”

it was in your second year of high school when things had started shifting between you two. you were more than used to the fans who went crazy for the two, which progressively started getting unbearable at some point.

flooded lockers with letters and chocolates they’d share with you, countless confessions you’d hear and see, and girls bombarding you with favors of getting them closer to either of the twins.

you could live with that. after all, they weren’t popular for no reason. they were handsome, very much so, and they were volleyball prodigies, scoring countless points for inarizaki at each game.

there was one girl who had gotten atsumu’s attention as much as he had gotten hers. they were in the same class, too. it was osamu who told you they had started hanging out when you were surprised about them going to get lunch together, with him nudging her side and making her chuckle.

you had woken up half an hour earlier just to prepare a lunchbox you could share with the blonde. but at the end of the day, you sullenly sat at the same table with osamu and the rest of the team, staring at the untouched food. the atmosphere was awkward, and the boys exchanged glances, clueless as to if they should speak up and ask you what’s wrong.

“that looks really good.” of course suna was the first to talk, narrow eyes peering over at your lunch. “why aren’t ya eatin’ it?”

aran shook his head at the middle blocker’s directness, and osamu frowned when you shoved the pink box towards suna, no more having an appetite after watching atsumu and that girl sitting together. “you can have it.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“jealousy is truly an ugly thing. so is love. it makes you do questionable things. but all i wanted was to protect you from heartbreak, even if it was at the expense of my own heart.”

the more time atsumu spent with her, the more worried you got. especially since there was some sort of sixth sense telling you that she was bad news.

you hated her for taking atsumu away from you, yes. but if she had been good for him, you would’ve accepted it, no matter how difficult. it was just that you knew she was no good.

“‘samu, i heard her talking to her girl friends in the dressing rooms after P.E.” you had bolted to osamu’s desk before the class would start, hair disheveled from the former class, and you were out of breath.

the younger miya quirked a thick brow at your words, “emma, you mean?” you nodded frantically, “she’s just using him for popularity. said she wants to dump him when he gets famous after high school, and she does too.”

osamu wasn’t really interested in entertaining any drama, especially when it came to his annoying brother. he could see how concerned you were for him though, and he couldn’t blame you for it. atsumu was very important to you, after all.

“are ya sure?” it wasn’t like he didn’t believe you. he just thought it might be a stretch. how was emma going to lead atsumu on for over a year, and how could she be so sure that he was going to be famous after high school?

“maybe she was just kiddin’. are ya sure you’re not just jealous?”

you were biting your lip, looking truly troubled. you did not want to ruin things, but you had to help atsumu get away from that bitch. you could not allow her to ruin him.

“‘samu, i—”

“atsumu is 17. neither of us should have t’tell him what to do. he has to learn himself.”

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i had never planned on taking osamu’s advice from the second i heard it. in my mind, the only reasonable thing was to make her stay away from you.”

it was exactly a week later after gym class that you cornered the same girl against the lockers. no one else was around, and with a hand against her mouth, you made sure she didn’t call for any help.

“what are you—” a surprised squeal left her lips when you slammed her back against the locker one more time, to make her shut up. with wide eyes, she looked into yours that were void of any emotion.

she knew who you were. the twin’s childhood friend, atsumu’s close friend. too close for the brunette’s liking.

“listen,” you warned her, glowering at her like she was your worst enemy, “i know what you’re plannin’. i will tell you this this just this once: stay away from him.”

you thought it would have been enough to seperate those two, to keep atsumu safe. to have him back.

of course it wouldn’t be. you couldn’t have known. it wasn’t until the very next day that it all backfired. when you entered the school grounds in the morning, school bag thrown over your shoulder and lunch prepared in hopes of getting to spend time with atsumu today after a long time, you soon noticed that something was off.

everyone was staring at you, whispering and gossiping. it was an all-too familiar sight to you, it was nothing new. ignoring it all, you proceeded to your locker that was next to atsumu’s. just to be greeted by emma leaning against yours, arms crossed in front of her chest as she wore a hoodie you’d recognize anywhere. it belonged to atsumu.

“move,” you gritted your teeth as you forced your eyes away from the hoodie, ready to shove her aside. “or what?” she feigned a pout, kicking against the locker to get everyone’s attention on you two, her voice loud enough for everyone to hear. “gonna threaten and hurt me again to get what ya want? because you can’t handle that he never wanted you?”

everything around you got quiet, students looking at each other in disbelief, and your hands clenched into tight fists. still, you kept quiet, knowing it would be bad if you caved in first.

“oh wait, could it be?” she suddenly clapped her hands together, chuckling while you deadpanned at her, seemingly unaffected by her attitude, when in reality, you were boiling from the inside out. “did you really think he’d choose you over me? he would never stoop so low! in fact, he actually told me you were not—”

everything happened fast after that. she was on the floor before she could blink, screaming as your enraged self was on top of her, seeing red. it was when you were at the principal’s office with cotton up your bleeding and bruised nose, and the scratches on your cheeks from when emma’s friends had dragged you off of her, that you finally realized what you’d done.

it only filled you with regret when atsumu came to cradle a crying, hurt emma in his arms, yelling at you to never, ever look at either of the two again.

maybe you should have listened to osamu, after all.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“school after that was hell for me, understandably. i couldn’t blame anyone for not talking to me anymore, most of all, you. i didn’t have the right to be hurt by you taking emma to that barbecue place with your parents after high school graduation… but i cried a lot that day.”

osamu had tried to get atsumu to talk to you again. to not be so mad at you. but the blonde was blind to the eyes and deaf to whatever his brother would tell him, so he eventually gave up on that, too.

you were too prideful and hurt to approach atsumu either, pretending that you hated him for having done this to you. he was the cause that you were a loser again. that you lost the only people you had in your life.

couldn’t he just have treasured you more?

it was on the day of your high school graduation that you asked the younger twin to talk for just a minute. gray-haired boy looked down at you, round eyes blinking multiple times as you offered him a small smile.

“i just wanted to let you know that i’m moving to tokyo for college.” he just stared at you, knowing very damn well you weren’t in the mood to smile like you were doing right now. “i heard you’re opening a shop soon. maybe our paths will cross again one day.”

when osamu didn’t say anything, you took it as a hue to leave, again having neither of your parents to share your success of having graduated with you. you rummaged in your bag before you could leave though, holding a letter in your hand that your fingers were itching to hand to him. “can you just give this to—”

actually, no. it didn’t matter.

with glassy eyes, you dropped the envelope back into your bag, zipping it shut. “forget it. take care, ‘samu.”

you cried on your entire way home, until you went to sleep that night.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

“i regret not having given osamu that letter to this day, even years later. i’ve just recently added these paragraphs, because i’ve made up my mind to make this letter reach you anyway.”

the volleyball match playing on the tv served as background noise while you went through the cleaned kitchen at the hotel restaurant you’d worked at. everyone else had left already, and all that was done was to check the inventory and make sure everything was where it should be.

while checking off certain tasks you had to make sure were done, you halfway listened to the interviews after the match was over. it hadn’t even dawned on you that it was his team that had played today.

“is there anything you want to tell your fans after the great victory today, miya-san?”

your entire body froze, pen dropping on the list as your tired eyes wandered to the television. he looked breathtaking as ever, even when he was covered in sweat.

“i wanna say somethin’ to a certain someone, actually.” his grin made your heart stop, baring his pearly whites as his voice was slightly hoarse from all the yelling on the court. “i’m sure she’s watchin’ this right now.”

the reporter looked at atsumu with a curious, bright smile as she waited for him to continue, microphone right below his panting mouth. “who’s the lucky woman?” she questioned, which made him beam at the cameras.

you didn’t feel addressed, too certain that he had another lover he wanted to say something to. about to turn the tv off and announce your work as done for the night, you were stopped when he opened his mouth again.

“my nemesis, you could say,” he took a deep breath after answering the shorter woman’s question, “i got your letter. you know where i’ll be!”

this couldn’t be a coincidence. you had missed today’s airing of TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE, and they had confirmed that atsumu had gotten the letter. it had to be you, there was no way he meant someone else.

after a quick research, you found out that the match was indeed aired live and had taken place in hyogo, where both of you had grown up in. where you had moved back to after college, because tokyo wasn’t your home, hyogo was.

you knew exactly which place atsumu hinted at, and like a flash, you passed by the hotel lobby to speed towards the location.

it hadn’t even taken you ten minutes to arrive at the school gates of inarizaki high school. it had been a stupid pinky promises between you two while you were still on talking term; to meet where things ended, shall they ever end.

standing at that spot made your gut churn with negative and positive feelings. things had ended indeed, heartbreakingly so. but perhaps this was a chance to make up again. to start from zero.

you waited for at least an hour, you were sure. time didn’t seem to pass like this, and the more you grew aware that it didn’t, the more agitated you became.

what if he didn’t show up?

what if he showed up, just to tell you to go fuck yourself?

“what am i even doing?” you laughed breathlessly, fiddling with the car keys in your pocket. you should just leave. this was absolutely stupid and delusional of you, to actually hope you were going to make up.

“hey.”

stopping in your tracks, you grew aware of the person dressed in black, standing in front of you. they were wearing a mask and had a hood over their head, and they could’ve just been a criminal about to rob you of your money, but you’d recognize those eyes and that voice from anywhere.

this time, you didn’t wait. you didn’t let your pride hold you back as you ran into his arms, dwarfed up by his massive body that had just gotten even bigger over the years. his arms caged you in his form, swallowing all your sobs and cries in his fluffy, black hoodie as he stood still, rubbing the back of your head in soothing circles.

he was there. atsumu actually came. he came to see you. he didn’t hate you anymore.

“i’m so sorry,” you cried for the fiftieth time in five minutes, barely able to pull away as snot and tears ran down your exhausted face. his heart broke at the sight, his own eyes blurring with a wave of tears. “i’m sorry for everything, ‘tsumu. please, please forgive—”

with gentle, warm hands placed on your damp cheeks, tracing over the scars that had been left on you from that fight, he shushed you. “it’s okay.” you hated the mask for muffling his beautiful voice, and you felt your heart crack when a tear slid down his eye, disappearing under the mask. “i’m the one who should be sorry. i was the worst to you. you didn’t deserve any of it.”

he started sniffling, and your mind went blank, eyes wide as you grabbed onto his hands, shaking him softly. “no, no,” you begged him, “i don’t want you to cry. please don’t cry. i made a mistake, i messed it up, not you!”

the setter found himself melting at your touches, letting you pull off his hood and pull down his mask to reveal his face under the night sky. his lips wobbled, nose and cheeks reddening as tears fell from his big, brown hues.

“i deserved your hatred, ‘tsumu.” your hands were cold on his skin as you wiped his tears the second you saw them. he shook his head, “don’t say that. how could i ever hate you?”

with your fingers interlaced, both of you still in a daze, squeezing each other’s hand so tightly to realize that this was real, you took him to your place. because neither of you wanted to let go.

atsumu could cry when he saw the picture of you two from your middle school graduation in one of your cupboards on the wall next to the tv in your living room. what did make him break down was seeing that one hairpin he’d gifted you on your 13th birthday right in front of the framed picture.

“‘samu never stopped talking about you and how sad you looked at our high school graduation.” his reddened eyes didn’t leave the picture even when you stood next to him, almost as if he was too ashamed to look at you. “i’m really sorry. i truly am.”

you smiled up at him nostalgically, like you’d always do back then. he caught it from his peripheral, and it made his heart skip a beat. “we were teenagers, ‘tsumu,” you assured him while your hand traced over his broad shoulders. “things happen. i think i had to lose you to grow up and realize things.”

his body finally turned to you to face you. his hair was a softer, lighter blonde now, nearly white. it looked fluffier, too. his cheekbones were more sculpted, and you could feel the slightest stubble on his chin.

no matter how many years would pass, you’d always be in love with each and every version of atsumu.

“realize what?” his features were soft, thick eyebrows raising in question while you looked away bashfully. you’d written it in the letter. he just wanted you to say it out loud, because he was dying to hear you say it.

“atsumu, i…” you started, playing with the collar of his hoodie. he stopped breathing. “i’ve been in love with you since forever. since the very first time you shared your lunch with me.”

the cat was out of the bag. you exhaled a shaky breath, and before you could muster up the courage to look back at the now professional athlete, he beat you to it. atsumu was always bold. he took what he wanted, with no shame. he made you realize this once again when he planted his lips on you immediately after tilting your face up.

one short kiss was enough for you to ask more. now that you had him in your arms again, you wanted all of him. you had waited so long for the impossible to happen. and now that you finally had it…

“‘tsumu. kiss me again, please.”

so he did. again and again. to show you how sorry he was, to show you that he hadn’t meant any of the crap he had pulled on you years ago. he was a dumb prick, and he won’t ever forgive himself for what he’d done. he had missed out on so much with you, and he saw that one more time when you were seated on his lap in the dim living room, hovering above him needily.

you were all he ever needed. it felt like now he had you back again, a gap had been filled inside of him. one that nothing and no one was able to fill. no one could ever replace you, no emma, no girl, no one.

every kiss and touch was followed by him muttering apologies into your skin, worshipping your skin like it was holy. handling you with utmost care like you were made out of porcelain. he watched you fall apart from him just fondling you through your clothes.

“p—please, i need—” you sucked in a breath when you felt his bulge pressing through his sweatpants, prodding at your slacks. “need you, please. want to be yours.”

atsumu hummed into your neck as his strong hands carefully took off your blouse, revealing your bra-clad chest. “y’look so sexy in these clothes,” he mumbled, admiring the sight of you shakily unbuttoning your pants. “wanna see you in them every day when you go to work and when you come home.”

you whined at his lowly spoken words, letting him help you take off your pants. your clammy hands tugged at his hoodie and sweatpants that were soon gone as well, pooling at the floor.

atsumu’s body looked absolutely gorgeous. the second it was revealed to you, you traced your fingers over every ridge and cranny of his arms and upper body, sucking marks on and kissing his supple, firm skin that was still so soft.

“baby,” atsumu huffed, feeling his cock twitching at every single movement of yours. you were driving him crazy. “lemme do the rest, kay? i want tonight t’be all about you.”

nodding softly, you waited with bated breath as atsumu unclasped your bra and let it thud to the floor, joining the rest of your clothes. the way he licked his lips and groaned made you soak through your panties. moans and whimpers freely spilled from your glossy mouth once he latched his soft lips onto one of the mounds, while his hand paid attention to the other, twirling your hardened nipple between warm fingers.

“perfect tits,” he panted into your chest, looking up to meet your gaze as he licked his wet lips. “yer perfect, darlin’. everything about you is.” stammering pleas for atsumu to continue while you ran your fingers through his soft strands, you shuddered upon his unoccupied hand wandering down your stomach, until it settled at the hem of your lace panties.

“want me to go on, baby?”

his eyes were blown wide in lust and desire, fingers digging into your skin enough to leave marks. you bit your lip, whimpering through your teeth as you nodded. “yes, please, atsumu...”

atsumu knew you were wet from how you’d soaked the front of his light gray boxers, but actually feeling how aroused you were made him utter curses. it was so much, and you produced even more slick with just a single touch. how fucking adorable.

“so, so wet,” he groaned as one of his fingers slipped inside your clenching hole so easily, “fuck, so tight n’ warm. yer gonna make me cum, princess. fuck…”

he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock. couldn’t wait to be engulfed by your warmth, to feel all of you. with big, wide eyes, he watched as you came undone on his fingers in just a minute, clutching his bare, sculpted shoulders while you creamed on his long digits. it was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, and he wanted more.

“‘tsumu—” your thighs were shaking, and you kissed his jaw sloppily. “wan’ me to suck you off?” you couldn’t be serious. atsumu was literally seconds from creaming in his boxers, and you offered a blowjob to him so sweetly? he had to physically keep you in place to stop your hips from moving.

“no, i wanna feel your pretty pussy ‘round my dick,” he panted, and you obediently reached your deft fingers to pull at the waistband of his boxers. despite both of you being very desperate and impatient, you still took the time to take off each other’s underwear.

it was the need to be connected without anything disrupting you, rather than to ravage each other. although you were aware that if atsumu wasn’t going to dick you down in this very moment, you were going to explode.

you saw a glimpse of atsumu’s girthy and gorgeous cock before it started disappearing inside of your awaiting cunt. his hands gripped your hips tightly, keeping you still, while you mewled and sighed into his neck.

“how d’ya feel, angel?” atsumu’s voice was serene, calm, as he enjoyed the warmth he was buried inside of to the hilt. he was never going to let you go again, ever. “f—feels… so full,” you whined, raising your head from his shoulder to look into his eyes. “y’re so big, ‘tsumu. so warm. love it.”

leaning back against the back of the couch, the blonde started a sensual and slow pace, and you felt so overwhelmed that you didn’t know any better than to kiss him. moving your hips back and forth with his hands guiding you, you swallowed each other’s moans of passion and love, tongues clashing and lips molding together and becoming one.

atsumu and you were made for each other. you were made to be with him. you were each other’s destiny.

“i love you,” you started crying when the sensation started building inside of your gut, threatening to snap. “love you s’much, ‘tsumu. i love you so much.” atsumu kissed your tears away, listening to you babbling confessions and apologies as you kept clenching around him as if you wanted him inside of you forever.

“i love you too,” he grunted, punctuating his words with harder and faster snaps of his hips against your heat. the sounds of squelches and moans echoed across your apartment that had been empty and devoid of life and love for years. “will never let you go again. i’m so sorry.”

atsumu knew he was nearing his release, and his eyes frantically looked for yours, sweat clinging to his forehead and body as his hair stuck to his face. you were cross-eyed, digging your nails into his shoulders as if you wanted him even closer.

“need t’cum inside of you, angel,” atsumu hissed the more you tightened around him, nearly trapping him inside of you. “can i fill you up? please, please…”

nodding mindlessly, you wrapped your arms around atsumu’s neck, working you both towards a release. you were the first to cave in, hips stilling as you let out a high-pitched moan while waves of white came crashing down.

with a slack jaw and eyes rolled back into his skull, atsumu started releasing spurts of his warm seed into your womb, cock twitching until his balls were empty while you relished in his warmth he had shared with you.

neither of you moved, not even minutes later, feeling like you have melted into one body. the silence in the apartment finally felt peaceful instead of haunting, the second pair of eyes in it filling you with a sense of home.

atsumu’s fingers combed through your damp hair while you laid your head on his built chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. it was a matter of time till this tranquil moment was going to vanish.

“i must say, thinking about you having fought for me is really hot—” you cut him off by pinching the tender skin on his chest, which made him yelp. “ow!”

“i hate you, atsumu.”

you knew damn well you didn’t.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

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L, pro athlete atsumu and reader for "the only kind of girl they see is a one night or a wife" has me THINKING

ONE NIGHT OR A WIFE (a. miya)

a/n: pro athlete atsumu, implied woman identifying reader -> slight talks of womanhood and slut-shaming, atsumu is trying so hard he has the spirit he’s just ken

L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT!

When the front door clicks behind you,  you're greeted with the back of a messy blonde mop peeking from above the lip of the couch. Atsumu doesn't have to turn around to know it's you coming through the door, but you don't even give him a chance to guess with the immediate interrogation flying from your lips.

"Why are we trending on Twitter?"

Amused, Atsumu turns around to catch a glimpse of your panicked face before he smirks, turning around and redirecting his attention back to the television.

"Oh, they think I proposed to you again."

His words oddly bring a wave of comfort over you, and when you exhale and plop down on the cushion next to his sprawled-out limbs, he lets his hand gently run through your frizzy hair.

And you don't pretend to ignore how it's weird that this calms you—that enough people on the internet typed and searched and chatted about the two of you to get it trending. How many people need to talk about something for it to trend worldwide? You think about googling it, but that's a headache waiting to happen.

Instead, you slump into his touch and try to keep your tone humorous when you ask, "On what grounds this time?"

Atsumu is now far from affected by the newlywed allegation, as this isn't the first (or second) time the media thinks he's popped the question to you. You always feel a bit warm when remembering the first time the rumor spiraled. How flustered he was, how he couldn’t meet your eye when opening the app for weeks, how it led to your first actual conversation about a future together. 

Now immune to the gossip, he casually fishes for his phone in his sweatpants and lazily pulls up a paparazzi photo of the two of you leaving dinner a few nights ago.

"Here," he hands the screen to you, borderline yawning. “This picture from the other night,” he has the audacity to point knowingly, like it’s common sense when he says, "left hand is hidden in yer jacket pocket."

You guess he is right, your left hand is tucked away into your coat in the photo, but that's because it's almost winter, and you're human, despite what some may argue.

The photo itself isn't even anything crazy—a candid shot of the two of you walking to the car. Atsumu's hand is on your back, seemingly guiding you as you walk along the curb. Your right hand rests on your purse, and your left apparently hides a flashy diamond ring in the suede of your pocket.

Atsumu hears you scoff at the stupidity, "So naturally that means I'm your wife now?"

He smiles and scratches your head with loving fingers.

"Yup," he pops the last part of the word before looking over to you with a grin. "Apparently the rock was so big, it had to be hidden in fear of blindin' the paparazzi."

He’s teasing, it’s lighthearted, but your eyes don't leave the photo when you softly furrow your brow.

"Why do they keep assuming we're engaged?" you lowly mumble, to him or yourself, Atsumu doesn't know, but he hears it all the same. Your voice almost wavers when you weakly exhale, "This is like the fourth time."

Carefully, as if you’re suddenly made of glass, Atsumu pulls the phone from your grasp, and you don't put up a fight when he easily swipes it and shimmies it back into his pocket.

"Dunno baby,” his voice whispers as his hand finds your shoulder. “People like to talk. I can't even begin to name the craziest rumors I've heard about me."

You hum to let him know you're listening, but when you don't elaborate much more than that, Atsumu knows something isn't quite right.

Not one to let his thoughts spiral, he thinks for all about two seconds before deciding that he’s getting to the bottom of this.

He tries to act like a normal person, stretching his arms and casually asking, "Does it bother you or somethin’?"

You're quiet for a moment like you're thinking extra hard about what to say. And when you do take a deep inhale and open your mouth, Atsumu feels a bit queasy.

"In a way," is all you allow to come out.

In a way? Atsumu doesn't know what to do with that. That could mean a million things. In what way? A good one? A terrible one? A way that makes you mad at him, at the world, at yourself? He needs more from you, but he’s too afraid to ask. 

You think a part of you breaks when his big brown eyes water a bit, but the tears are quickly blinked away through long lashes when he shakes his head.

"I—I'm sorry. I didn't know you felt that way."

You shift to sit up on your knees a bit, gently touching his jaw that's clenched to the touch. "Hey, hey no,” you watch him tilt his sour face away from you when you coo, “Not like that, don't apologize."

With the slightest pressure on his cheek, you're able to get him to face you again, where you're met with a grouchy pout and some slight hostility. 

You feel his jaw twitch and unclench when you place a delicate kiss on the carved bone. Your voice is soft, cautious when it rises to elaborate.

"People thinking we're married isn't what bothers me," you gently breathe. "We've talked about it, right? We're just not ready yet."

True, he thinks, logic returning to his clouded thoughts. Atsumu nods at your words, though his eyebrows are still downturned with stress.

"Right. So what does bother ya about it?"

He watches you open and close your mouth a few times, trying to find the right way to say the right words, but there really isn't a tailored combination for the sticky conversation at hand. He almost thinks you give up until your hand tenderly rubs his stiff neck and your voice comes out barely a whisper.

"It can be tough sometimes," your voice wavers with uncertainty, "y'know, being a woman associated with someone like you."

Atsumu turns his head to you in confusion, but he doesn't say anything. Because he trusts you—he might not understand, but he trusts that you do, that you're aware of something he might not be, and that you can explain it in a way he might be able to grasp.

He watches you shy in the slightest, struggling in silence with your tongue.

"I'm either slut shamed for being someone just fucking you or written off as your property. There's never really an in-between, y’know?" you choose to shrug. 

Atsumu shoots you a sympathetic tight-lipped smile because though he'd never agree, he's not stupid. He knows what people can say about you, sees the headlines and hashtags every now and then.

"Y'know," his voice comes uncharacteristically soft, "one time I read that I flunked out of high school."

Your eyebrows raise at the turn in conversation, "Did you?"

"No," he scoffs. "Wasn't a nerd or anythin' but I graduated like everybody else."

You hum in thought at his confession, but it doesn’t seem to get his point across so he continues. "One said I was on steroids, another said pills."

He takes a small amount of pride in the way your frown slightly quirks up at the corners.

"Please,” you huff out a breathy scoff, “you pout like a baby when you get your blood drawn and can barely keep up with your daily vitamins."

He fights off a smile, ignoring the teasing and resting his head on yours as he goes on.

"My favorite was that one theory that me and 'Samu switch lives regularly. Sometimes when I look a little pudgy, they claim it's him with bleached hair, so we can both live out the Olympic dream."

You actually laugh at that, a real one, and Astumu thinks the sound itself could make flowers bloom and storm clouds disperse.

"Well that one can't be true, you can't cook for shit," he hears you mumble against his neck. 

"Hey now," he gently smacks your thigh at your fresh words. "The point is that people say things all the damn time and I know it's not really the same as what they say about you, but..."

His tongue falters at the touchy subject, a hill he knows he’ll never conquer but is willing to die trying to defend you on.

He thinks for a moment before saying with certainty, "But we both know what's true and what isn't, right?"

You angle your neck to look up at him with sarcasm. "And what's true? That you're a healthy high school graduate with a twin brother who doesn't play Parent Trap with you?"

"What's true," he whines a bit, flicking your forehead before placing a small kiss on it, "is that I love you, and I'm absolutely marryin' you, just when the time is right."

You melt, both at his touch and his words, and for once in his life, Atsumu knows he's said the right thing when he feels you lean onto him a bit more. He takes on the comfortable weight like an Olympic medal, one he’d proudly wear everywhere if he could.

And as Atsumu goes on and on, your night gets that much better, and the silly rumor from some stupid tabloid doesn’t seem nearly as important as it did when you first got home.

"And yer ring is gonna be bigger than whatever the paparazzi imagined. And they'll be pissed when they find out we eloped and they missed the ceremony pics. And when we actually trend on Twitter for the right reason—"

#L’s MIDNIGHTS EVENT! #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu miya x you #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu angst #atsumu miya angst #atsumu fic #atsumu miya fic

[rintarousgirl]

kiss me better, baby - an atsumu miya two-shot

PART TWO - MASTERLIST

a/n: so, i randomly got inspired to write a thing like this, and i recognized that i haven't really written for 'tsumu before, so here i go! i tried doing all lower-case for this just to see how it is, because i feel like people nowadays enjoy a story on tumblr more like that, but on ao3 it needs caps?? idk, you tell me.

synopsis -

you and atsumu had been living together happily after your marriage, but after conflicting work schedules and bottled-up feelings, the two of you break into a heated argument. now, it's up to the two of you to mend it, maybe with a kiss? | tags: lack of communication, angst, making up, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship.

you married atsumu knowing, he was frustrating. you knew there would be up's and downs, and fights, and the regular. that's how marriage worked, and quite honestly, how your husband worked.

you knew by the end of the day, you'd be able to smile at him, embrace him, and give him a soft squeeze and a muffled apology as you dragged him in bed to watch a movie with you after work. everything would be alright, that's how things worked.

the two of you never got too worked up over apologies. you recognized that you did something wrong and made up for it with touch rather than words. that was what worked for you and him, and it saved atsumu the embarrassment of a wounded pride.

your friends had always told you that communication was key, and you knew that was true. you knew stating boundaries and expressing your emotions was right in a relationship and the best direction for a healthy bond between two people but...atsumu and you were different. you both had big prides and egos, and even if you were pissed off at day all of that seemed to melt away by the time night fell.

up until recently that is.

atsumu was obsessed with volleyball, you knew that much. it was his life, his career. everyone in his family had played it at some point, but they'd known when to give it up and pursue a career that lasted or one they were more passionate about. personally, you viewed as some passed down tradition, and you knew osamu broke out of it as soon as possible.

and just as reasonably you knew your own child would probably play volleyball to some extent. but that was exactly it. eventually, everyone got older, and their bodies couldn't keep up anymore, or they lost their passion with the sport that they held when they were young. atsumu wasn't like that. every game you still found that competitive spark in his eye, the same spark you fell in love with all those years ago.

but now you could only sigh, watching from the sidelines, phone dangling from your fingertips and your wedding band burning against your skin. was this the life you wanted to live? demoted to some trophy-spouse? no, it wasn't. you wanted your husband back.

atsumu began to stay later at practices, and left earlier in the morning too. when did come back, he'd drop his bag in the foyer, take a quick shower, and collapse in bed. you knew he was tired, and that he worked hard, but he was asleep before you could even say goodnight.

often times, you kind of had to chase him to bed. it would be around nine when he got back, dinner sizzling on the table from where you'd kindly reheated it for him. he presses a quick kiss to your lips, at least acknowledging your existence, and then run for the bathroom.

it was horrible, almost humiliating, even. by the time you had everything cleaned up, his dinner wrapped in plastic and placed in the fridge for him to pick at the next day, he was half-asleep in bed. you'd give his shoulder a comforting squeeze, brush the blonde hair from his eyes, and whisper a soft goodnight before leaving for the living room to watch your nightly television.

and even when he wasn't at practice, he was always doing something. whether it be an interview, or helping out at osamu's shop, or mentoring or watching other teams practices. sometimes, he'd hole himself up in the garage where you'd set up a homemade gym. this had nothing to mention the fact you had work to, a simple quiet office job where you filed papers, typed in numbers, and picked up calls.

it wasn't much, but it paid good money.

so, in the lucky times when you were both home, contact was limited to breakfast and lunch which even then your mouths were full and there wasn't much for you to talk about. the only thing that came out of his mouth were, "volleyball", "see you later," and an occasional, "love you!" without the "I".

somewhere along the line, you came to the conclusion of, well if i barely see him anyway what's the harm in picking up some extra shift for some more money? it wasn't like the two of you weren't comfortable. honestly, you both could live smoothly off atsumu's salary alone, but you were never the stay-at-home type.

atsumu had spared a small comment at that. late at night, as you crawled into bed next to him, he circled his arms around your waist and muttered, "you worked later today," into the soft flesh of your shoulder. you gave a small hum, feeling something bubble in your throat contracting your words.

you didn't have to work, but it was kind of satisfying nonetheless to have him hold onto you because you cut off an extra hour of time you had together. revenge was petty, you knew that, but you were tired of being on the receiving end of missed calls and empty sheets in bed.

his thumb had rubbed small circles on top of your hipbone, and you could feel his mouth twist into a frown. "you don't have to...did the cut your check or something?"

"no," you said into the quiet, "i just felt like it, that's all."

he sighed and buried his head into your neck. you felt yourself smiling despite it all, and he held you a little bit tighter the next few nights.

though, eventually, everything blew up in both of your faces. that night, when atsumu came home you hadn't bothered to reheat his dinner or make dinner at all actually. as you heard the front door shut and then lock, your stomach rumbled, having skipped it as well.

despite it all, you didn't have an appetite. not when you felt nauseous with your anger. you were tired of only seeing glimpses of your husband. hell, shoyo saw him more than you did in a week, maybe even a month.

you couldn't keep living like this. alone, and secluded, the barest hints of comfort coming from his touch. you knew he loved his job, and you wouldn't tell him not to. you just...wished he loved you as much as he loved the stupid game.

you missed your husband, your atsumu. those boyish grins he would give you and chaste morning kisses before he ran out the door. you missed when he would come home right in time for dinner and the two of you could sit down and talk and laugh about your days.

this time though, you didn't hear the sound of the water but instead his soft voice calling out into the silence of the house. usually you had the television on, or music playing when he came home to fill your head with something other than your own thoughts. now though? it was only the sound of his footsteps and your heavy breathing.

the door creaked open, his shadow spilling into the room. you hugged your knees to your chest, looking to the window beside the bed. atsumu walked in, sweat clinging to his skin and his lip caught between his teeth. "baby?" he asks, stepping further into the room, "are you alright?" he reaches forward, pressing the back of his hand to your head to check your temperature.

you gently swat away his hand, huffing as you refused to look at him. beside you the bed dips, and he places a hand on your knee. "what's wrong with ya? i'm all ears, y'know. i kinda promised...in sickness and in health and all that."

a lump rose in your throat, and you struggle to swallow around it as your eyes dart to the silver wedding band on his finger. it glints under the lamp light. you didn't have the heart to reach over and grab your own ring out of its box on the bedside table. atsumu hadn't noticed, but it's been there for the past three days.

"you're tired," you end up saying, "you should go to bed...I'm gonna go," you rush to get up, but you only make it so far before his hand jumps out and grabs your wrist and pulls you back.

he stands with you, pulling you close, still holding onto your wrist. "c'mon now, tell me what's wrong. you're worrying me, y/n," he admits softly, and you half-heartedly tug your hand out of his grip.

"it's nothing," you hiss, glaring at him, "of course you care now."

his shoulders go stiff, and his expression sours a bit. "what are you insinuating?" he mutters, lip curling, "of course i care for you, are ya out of your mind?"

"maybe i am," you grumble, "i'm sure you wouldn't notice then either since you don't seem to give a damn!"

his hands reach up to tug at his hair, before running through it and resting on the back of his head for a second. "i don't get what you're so worked up about. and i won't get it until you tell me!" he shouts, temper rising and patience thinning. well, you could play two at that game.

"oh, get over yourself!" you yell back, "you spend day and night at the stupid gym and i get to sit here all day and rot and wait for you to get back. and guess what? when you do get back it's like i'm talking to a fucking wall!"

he laughs, a little hysterical. "is that what you're upset about? you're upset that i care about my job?" it's so condesencing, and infurating and you just can't anymore. he was a grade-a asshole, and you were done putting up with it.

atsumu was sweet before, he would hold your hand and sway you around to sweet love songs that came on the radio in the kitchen. he's kiss you and laugh at all your jokes, and enjoy your food, and give you all his time. you missed that atsumu. you didn't like this version of him.

"get out," you whisper, hands curling into fists.

"what?" he stammers, a little bit of that anger fleeting from his eyes.

"i said get out!" you scream, shoving him a little. it wasn't enough to knock him off balance, you weren't strong enough for that, but it should've been enough to get your point across.

"you can't be serious," he says with a little huff, a hint of a confident smirk pulling at his lips.

"deadly," you growl, and point to the door, "now out! i don't want to see you tonight, or tomorrow preferably. actually, don't bother coming back from work either!"

you give him another shove, and that gets him to move an inch. you're fortunate that the door is close enough to the bed that after a bit of effort you can get him past the doorframe. he turns around, licking his lips, all that confident aura from earlier gone.

"so you're gonna kick me out? just like that, huh? over something so stupid--"

"honestly, atsumu, if you think this is stupid than you're more of an idiot than i thought. not in a million years had i thought this was the guy i was going to marry, but here we are now."

he stammers to say something, but you're slamming the door, locking it just as quickly. you turn on your heel, but your knees seem to buckle from beneath you.

crumbling down onto the ground, you press up against the back of the door and watch as your world disintegrates around you. your shoulders begin to shake, your lip trembling and eyes spilling over with tears.

the sobs don't begin until you hear the sound of doors slamming as atsumu no doubt packs a bag, and you can hear the metallic clang of the laundry machine door.

your breaths are shaky and wet, and you're choking on them. you don't know how long he's slamming around for, but eventually you can hear the running shower water, and the hallway light flickers off.

the atsumu you knew didn't give up that easily...the atsumu you knew didn't neglect you. the atsumu you knew would've sat on the other side of that door and pleaded to be let in.

and you can't help but wonder what happened? what did you do wrong? what is he hiding from you? an affair? a demotion? something more than that? you didn't know, you weren't sure you wanted to know.

so, for the night, you sat there. shoulders shaking, fat tears rolling down your cheeks, choking on your own spit and sobs. sooner or later, you fell asleep like that, curled up against the door, shirt soaked with your tears and a depression hanging over you like a shield.

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[noosayog]

[In Your Dreams] Miya Atsumu

wc: 500

content/warnings: angst(?) to fluff, tw cheating but not really

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Something fuzzy erupts in his stomach as Atsumu watches him lean over to press his lips to yours. It was like a horror film: you know something bad is about to happen but you can't tear your eyes away. He thinks he sees tongue and he's about to vomit. His vision is going blurry and the world feels dreamlike. 

Still he watches on, rooted to the spot. When you pull away, he sees you tuck your chin shyly into your chest, face beet red. The burning jealousy is replaced by misery when he sees him getting an eyeful of your expression from the best vantage point. 

His bracelet that used to rest on your wrist is now replaced by the stroke of some other guy’s thumb over the protruding joint. He wants to run over there and rip his boney fingers off of you but for some reason his body is stiff and none of his limbs move the way he wants. 

Suddenly, there’s a warm breeze by his left ear. Something that smells of peppermint, strangely reminiscent of your toothpaste. 

Then there’s a sneeze by the same ear. 

The nightmarish scene before him starts to blur. Like, really blur. Like, the trees and buildings are fading into a bright white and he’s passing out. 

Until he jolts awake. He’s panting, eyes widened, but somehow in his own bed. 

He cranes his head to his side and sees you breathing peacefully there, exactly where you were when you both fell asleep. 

Atsumu grabs your shoulders like a man possessed and starts shaking you. You swat his hands away, mumbling something about leaving you alone, but Atsumu continues to shake like a mad man. Finally you startle awake, sitting upright and turning your head left and right. 

“What! What is it!” you turn your eyes to him when you don’t see anything worth being rudely awakened for in your bedroom.

You’re met with the sight of a teary-eyed Atsumu throwing his arms around you and blubbering like a baby. 

You’re bewildered, but gently pet at Atsumu’s back, trying to decipher his cracked up phrases. For some reason, one of his hands stays locked around your wrist, thumbing the gold chain he bought you some years ago. 

You hear him say “kissing him” and “cheating on me.”

You push Atsumu away at that. “What are you talking about?” 

Atsumu explains what he saw. 

You sigh and roll your eyes. “What is wrong with you, ‘Tsumu? You woke me up for that? You know I have to be up early tomorrow!” 

Atsumu’s eyes widen, like he can’t believe you. “How could ya be so heartless! Ya cheated on me!” 

“In your dreams, Atsumu! Like, literally!” 

That makes him pause. “I guess…” 

“I’m going back to sleep,” you huff and plop back onto the bed with your back to him. 

He joins you, pulling you by the waist to nestle your back into his chest. You let him. “Sorry, babe.” 

You hum and crane around just enough to give his neck a kiss for forgiveness. And to prove that the you in reality kisses only him.

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[bakugokemkatsuki]

Right Where You Left Me (2.5)

Atsumu’s Aftermath (X Reader)

**Warning(s): Angst, Regret

**Timeskip of 2 years since pt. 2

Atsumu had learned many things over his life. And regret was a word he tried to avoid. He wanted to live a life with no regrets. That was his goal at least, but life had other plans.

It’s was a crazy morning everyone was rushing in to get the party all set up. The MBSY team was throwing his little girl a big 3rd birthday bash. Ever since she was born the team has treated her as one of their own. She’s more like the team’s daughter than Atsumu’s. (If only Atsumu knew how true that really was). Osamu was providing the food, which meant Y/N would be coming as well. They have been dating for 2 years now and Y/N never seemed happier, honestly she was glowing at least to Atsumu.

Atsumu decided to talk to Y/N at the party. He hadn’t talked to her in anything more than a brief hi in passing since they broke up. He didn’t want to face her. The face of her heartbroken etched forever in his brain.

“Um Hey Y/N. How have you been?”

“Hello Atsumu. Osamu and I have been great. What about you and (random girl name)?”

“Oh um we’re fine.”

“That’s good. How’s little (girls name)? It’s crazy that she’s 3.”

“Yea. She’s getting so big. It’s crazy.”

“I’m surprised she doesn’t look more like you. She looks a lot like (random MSBY person). I bet you’re just happy it’s not twins.”

“Ha yea. Um will you excuse me.”

Atsumu left Y/N and went to find his girlfriend. What Y/N said really struck a cord with his. His child looked and acted NOTHING like him. He had suspected her of cheating but couldn’t believe it was true. Not for his daughter’s sake. Or at least the girl he thought was his daughter. She couldn’t have cheated right? I mean he had planned to ask her to marry him today. This life. The life of no regret it can’t be right. This is the life he wanted a family and volleyball. She would never.

Turns out after confronting her that Y/N was right. The little girl… she wasn’t his. His “girlfriend” had been sleeping with most of the team and staff for MBSY. In that moment he felt like his world fell apart. He realized he lost the girl of his dreams for someone who never really loved him. He ended things after the party and decided to try and win Y/N back. He really thought he might have a chance.

Then he got it. The invitation to the wedding. His twin was marrying the love of his life. Atsumu was almost out of time.

And now here he the best man at his brother and the love of his life’s wedding. He had lost. He realized he couldn’t live a life of no regrets because he regrets ever letting Y/N go. And turns out he wasn’t the only one to notice the glow around Y/N because turns out they were expecting. Atsumu messed up his whole life in one go and he couldn’t regret it more.

I wrote this little special for @multi-fandom-fanfic

**sorry this was kind of rushed**

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[restlesswritingss]

Just Friends

Atsumu x Hinata!reader

No warnings yet, just angst and flirting. Let me know if you are interested in a part two 

Atsumu was not a relationship guy. He didn’t really want someone waiting at home for him, texting him constantly, or pestering him to make time for them. He was focused on volleyball. Everything else was temporary. Temporary was the word to describe Atsumu’s relationships with women whenever he did succumb to his own horniness. Many friends-with-benefits and one night stands that had come and gone. With this, Atsumu was good about never sleeping with anyone who would be in his life for any permanent amount of time. Sisters, cousins, and any other important female figures in his teammates and friends’ lives were off limits. He wasn’t a dog. 

But Hinata’s younger sister, (Y/N), was really fucking pretty and no one had told him. He’d been playing with the spiker for a year now on the MSBY team and he’d never heard anything of his second sister. 

Hinata hadn’t really meant to hide you from the entire team for a whole year. It’d just happened. You were a year younger than him and he was just somewhat cautious about exposing you to his teammates. He’d learned his lesson in high school once you’d followed him to Karasuno that it was not a good idea for his sanity to hear his teammates harp on how hot his sister was. Natsu was fine because she was so much younger but you were a whole different story.

It was an emergency in that Hinata had forgotten his knee pads at his apartment and coach wouldn’t let him practice diving drills without them. You had the day off and lived close so it was a last resort. The last thing Hinata had wanted was you walking into his practice. Every head turned to you immediately. 

Hinata jogged up to you and swept you into a big hug, thanking you profusely. You giggled and just ruffled his hair. As he put you down with another loud thanks sis, the vultures swarmed.

Meian, Bokuto, and Atsumu were there in an instant. Meian introduced himself as Shoyo’s beloved captain, Bokuto yelled that you looked nothing like Hinata in a good way, and Atsumu gave you a wink as he looked you up and down. Hinata whirled on them, putting an arm out to protect you instinctually. 

You smiled at your brother’s protectiveness and tried to calm the heat rising to your cheeks at all the attention. 

“Back you animals! She’s my little sister!” Hinata yelled as he steered you towards the exit. 

He hurried you out before any of them could get a real conversation in with you. Hinata was all too aware of how charming you were so talking was definite no-go. Only once you were safe in your car and waving good-bye with a kiss on the cheek did he breath.

Atsumu was the first to get to him when Hinata got back. 

“How could you not tell me you had such a babe for a sister Sho?” He yelled dramatically, clutching his chest as if Hinata not telling his setter that he had a conventionally attractive sister was a dagger to his heart. 

Hinata’s eyes narrowed as he spat, “She’s my little sister and you are going to leave her alone, Miya-san!” 

Atsumu rolled his eyes because there was no real venom behind his words, just Shoyo stating a fact.

Meian came up and smacked him on the back adding in, “Yeah we all know how you are with women, Miya. In and out right? So sisters are off limits. Even if they are total babes like Hinata-kun.”

“Everyone stop calling my sister a babe!” Shoyo screeched as he covered his ears and tried to get back to practice. 

So that was that. Atsumu knew Meian was right and you were not going to become another notch on his bed post so best to wash his hands of it. He’d probably never see you again anyway.

Except he did see you again about a month later. It was the rainy season but Atsumu was braving the downpour with his umbrella to get Onigiri Miya. He hadn’t seen Osamu in a while and he’d never admit it but he did miss his brother, Atsumu’s empty fridge had nothing to do with his decision to get free food from his twin. Atsumu was listening to music and not really paying attention, his feet knowing the way on pure muscle memory alone, when he saw you coming up out of the subway station he was passing. 

He stopped dead in his tracks. You were wearing a white button up tucked into a pencil skirt. Atsumu had always had a thing for a hot woman in stuffy office wear. You stopped just outside the covered stairwell and stared up at the rain. Atsumu watched as you then looked down at your shirt and realized your predicament. You ran your hands through your hair in frustration. The lightbulb went off in Atsumu’s head as he realized you forgot an umbrella. Without thinking, his feet were veering off their path and towards you.

“Hinata-san!” He called while giving you his most charming grin,

Confusion overtook your face as you tried to register the tall man running towards you. 

“Miya-san?” You asked hesitantly once you realized why he looked familiar.

Atsumu blushed at you addressing him and stammered, “I’m one of your brother’s teammates. I recognized you from the time you came and brought Sho kneepads. Here, take my umbrella. You need it more than me.”

Atsumu mentally kicked himself for talking so fast but your eyes on him made him both excited and nervous. 

You blushed now as he held the umbrella out to you once he was also under the covering of the top of the stairwell. You automatically pulled his sleeve to press you two closer to the side so as to not block the other people leaving the station. Atsumu couldn’t help the uptick of his lips as took in your features up close. 

Cute, he thought.

“I can’t take your umbrella, what will you do then?” 

Damn even your voice was cute.

“I’ll run as fast as I can to my brother’s restaurant and use being wet as an excuse to get him to give me a free hot drink,” He smiled to reassure you that he would be fine.

You shook  your head, “I can’t just steal your umbrella. Thank you though. I appreciate the sentiment.”

Atsumu huffed at your resistance, “Fine then come get food with me to see if the rain lets up. Then we’ll both by dry, and I’ll get to have a nice time with a pretty girl as a reward for my kindness.”  

Your small smile and blush at his words sent Atsumu’s heart into a frenzy. Making girls blush was something he was good at but it’d never made him feel this accomplished. 

“Fine, but only because I’ve never been to Onigiri Miya and Shoyo says it’s amazing.” 

“It is, so shall we?” Atsumu held up the umbrella and gestured for you to loop your arm through his.

“We shall,” You said as you squeezed into his side to get under his tiny umbrella that really barely covered Atsumu’s own broad shoulders. 

Your body pressing up against his sent shivers down his spine. 

Talking with you and feeling your breath on his neck as you looked up at him was worth the wet shoulder he got on the short walk to Onigiri Miya. Atsumu didn’t mind making sure you didn’t feel a drop at his own expense so long as he got to hear your sweet laugh in his ear for the rest of his life. It was so easy to talk with you, and it was never easy for Atsumu to talk to anyone. He relished in the anomaly. 

Once you two got to the onigiri shop, he thought nothing of opening the door for you and enduring a few seconds of rainfall to make sure the umbrella stayed over you at all times. 

“Thanks for keeping me dry, Miya-san.”

Atsumu preened under your gratitude. Nothing had ever made him feel so good. 

Once inside, there was no line so the two of you walked right up to the counter. Well, Atsumu did but you stood behind him as if in line. Atsumu rolled his eyes at you trying to do two separate orders. He gently grabbed your elbow and pulled you forward. 

“I’m buying you food so you can get my family discount,” he murmured into your ear. His breath on you made you turn beet red, something Atsumu reveled in. You just couldn’t get any cuter could you?

“No it’s ok Miya-san. I can’t let you do that too it’s not fair,” You pouted at him. 

Atsumu was struck right in the heart by your cute pout. The realization that he’d do anything if you just pouted at him hit him like a truck and made him unable to respond. 

“No one is paying for anything, ya want your regular Tsumu?” Osamu’s voice grating his nerves pulled Atsumu out of his lovestruck haze.

His brother was coming up from the back, eyes assessing the situation. He quirked his brow and Atsumu knew he was going to get grilled later. He’d never brought a girl to Onigira Miya before. Then his twin’s eyes narrowed. Atsumu didn’t know why he’d get a glare for this. Then Osamu smiled big at you and leaned over the counter.

“Hey, (Y/N). Is this knucklehead bothering you?” He fake whispered to you, making you giggle.

Wait why did Osamu call you by your first name? And why did him making you giggle make Atsumu see red? He felt like his brother was undermining his own flirting which was stupid because he was not flirting with you. Or at least he shouldn't be. 

You shook your head and bumped your hip against his as you replied, “No, no, Osamu. He saved me from getting drenched on my walk home from work. I picked the wrong day to wear a white shirt and forget my umbrella. I owe him an onigiri for preventing me from showing all of Japan my bra.” 

Atsumu blushed and tried to clear his mind of the image of you showing just him your bra. 

Osamu looked back at his twin and gave him another glare to which Atsumu stuck his tongue out in retaliation. 

“Well, it’s good to finally have you in my shop. Don’t worry about paying or ordering I’ll have something special for you guys coming right up,” Osamu said with a wink as he then turned back to the kitchen. 

You blushed at his wink and thanked him profusely. Atsumu gagged dramatically, also making you giggle which was a big win to him. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and steered you towards a table as far away from the counter, and Osamu, as possible.

“When did you two get so chummy?” Atsumu huffed as he pulled your chair out for you. 

You smiled shyly at his chivalry and replied, “We sit together at home games. We both get the team-family seats.”

“So you watch us play huh?” Atsumu asked as he squeezed into the chair across from you. His legs were too long and stretched into your space and he tried to ignore the heat coming from where his legs brushed yours.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been to every home game. I’m really proud of Shoyo. And you’re not too boring to watch yourself.” 

You were not good for Atsumu’s heart. Your teasing and cute smirk made it skip several beats, as did the knowledge that you paid any attention to him on the court.

“Well next time you come you have to wear my jersey. It’s the only way to make up delaying my onigiri run to me.” 

You laughed at his mock-serious tone. Your laugh was a cool drink of water on a hot day. 

The conversation flowed easily again from there, Atsumu enchanted with every little detail of you he got throughout. 

You excused yourself to wash your hands before the food arrived and Atsumu deflated in your absence. Of course this was when his idiot brother finally brought your food. After setting down the food he plopped himself into your chair. The twins glared at each other over the food.

“The fuck do you want?” Atsumu grunted.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing with Shoyo’s little sister?” 

Atsumu shrugged, knowing the accusation was coming as soon as he realized Samu knew who you were.

“Just hanging out. I didn’t plan to walk by as she was getting off her train with no umbrella. I’m not that conniving.” 

“Atsumu, leave her alone. I know what you’re like with women. May I remind you that she isn’t a girl you can ghost and never see again when you inevitably get bored.” 

“You may not.” 

Osamu rolled his eyes. Atsumu bristled at the idea that he would ever get bored of you. Sure, he barely knew you but you were anything but boring. Atsumu knew his brother’s concerns weren’t unfounded, he was a flakey guy when it came to relationships. Atsumu didn’t want to do that to you. 

“We’re just friends. Promise nothing more, I would never get involved with a teammate’s sister.” He mumbled, still not looking Samu in the eye.

Samu sighed, “I know. I’m sorry to imply you would. I just saw the way she was looking at you and got-”

He cut off his sentence as he saw you walking out of the bathroom. Atsumu wanted to reach across the table and shake his brother for more information. Hope bloomed in his chest. How did you look at him? 

You raised a brow at Osamu being in your seat, picking up on the somber atmosphere. Osamu got up and pulled the chair out for you with his most charming smile. You smiled wearily back as you sat.

“Thanks, your mother sure raised you two right,” You commented, still eyeing the boys trying to pick up on what had caused the awkward tension between the two in your absence. 

“Damn right she did,” Both replied at the same time.

You smiled fondly at this. They glared at each other. 

Osamu turned back to you. He leaned in close as he said, “Made this one special for you based on what you’ve said you like. Hope it lives up to Keiji’s hype. I have to head back to the kitchen but don’t leave without giving me feedback.”

You agreed and thanked him again. Atsumu flipped him off as he finally left you two alone again. 

“So why were you two fighting?” You asked as you began to unwrap your food.

Atsumu already had half of his onigiri in his mouth so he just mumbled, “Nothing.”

You sent him a look that said you weren’t going to drop this. You paused before eating while you awaited his answer.

He sighed, liking that you weren’t going to let him keep something from you. Your forwardness was endearing.

“He was just grilling me not to hit on a teammate’s sister,” he conceded after swallowing his massive bite of food.

Your face immediately turned beat red. Had Atsumu not been hitting on you? You were certainly hitting on him. Oh god, had he just been being nice? That made sense but you’d been reading it all wrong. Disappointment and hurt filled your chest. You swallowed your embarrassment, not wanting to make this situation awkward.

Atsumu saw the horror on your face at the idea of him hitting on you. That hurt, he had naively thought you’d been into it. Guess you were just being friendly which would align with you being related to Shoyo. 

You cleared your throat, “Oh uh, that’s stupid. I mean you’re just really nice plus why would you hit on me?”

Atsumu didn’t like the way you said “me”, as if he wouldn’t hit on for any reason other than your family relations. 

“Well, I mean you are hot. I just am not a relationship guy. You know how it is. I’m the team man-whore, the fan-favorite, and so I would never mess with a teammate’s sister,” Atsumu tried to joke but his voice faltered. He hated describing his promiscuity to you. He’d never felt embarrassed about it before but suddenly he wanted to prove to you he could be a relationship guy.

Your heart took another hit. Of course he wasn’t a relationship kind of guy. Shoyo had told you, but you’d still started developing a little crush on the setter over the course of this evening. Well it developed in one night so that means you could get rid of it in one night. Right?

You forced a laugh, one Atsumu didn’t like as much as your real one, “Yeah, Shoyo hates when I’ve been with his teammates in the past. I get way too attached to be able to do hookups. As much as I wish I could.”

Oh god you’d rambled too much. Atsumu didn’t need to know you were desperately horny and yet unable to separate sex and feelings. Sleeping with strangers was also just never your thing. 

Atsumu felt so embarrassed, he wished he could sink into the floor. Of course you weren’t a one night stand kind of person. He was just an unlikeable ass and therefore unable to form any genuine connections. 

“Sorry, you didn’t need to know that, I really appreciate you helping me tonight. It’s been nice getting to know you,” You mumbled the last part. 

Embarrassment flooded you as he just stared dumbly at you. Atsumu’s brain had stopped working. His cheeks were red up to his ears and all he could think was she’s so cute.

You picked at your nails to avoid looking at him. Osamu just happened to glance over to check on you two at this moment. What he saw was his dumbass brother staring at you like you’d hung the stars. This was not going to go well.

Author’s note: Not me possibly starting another series LOL.

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[heavenlyakin]

The party died down two hours ago, but there’s always stragglers.

You drop another dozen red solo cups into the trash, looking around at the endless task ahead of you. Why did you keep hosting? You weren’t sure. Your roommates didn’t mind too much. After all, you’d watched two of them run off with one of the volleyball players and lock themselves in one room.

Opening your bathroom door, you find Atsumu in the tub, a drink still in his hand.

“Get out,” you hiss, his brown eyes meeting yours with a lazy smile on his face.

“Join me! I was just about to start singing my rendition of Josh Groban’s “You Raise Me Up”. I know you know that one!” He laughs, as if he’s made a hilarious joke.

You clench your fist, closing your eyes and forcing yourself to inhale and exhale slowly. Your ex has never known good boundaries. Showing up here and meandering up to your private restroom was proof of that.

“Please leave. I want to shower and go to bed.”

“Do you not miss me?” He asks, his voice different from before.

A wave of emotion washes through you. Of course you do, how could you not? But is now the time to rehash this. You’d broken up with him for good reason and him showing up to your party wasn’t a reason to get back with him.

He’d left you, gone off to chase a dream that ended with a torn ACL before he could qualify for a college team. When he called to give you the news he’d asked if you were happy he’d be coming home. How could you be? The one thing he wanted wasn’t you, and now it wasn’t even something attainable anymore. He’d given up. On you and his dream.

“Whatever,” he throws back the rest of his drink and crumples up the cup before tossing it towards the miniature trash can you keep next to the sink.

As he passes by you, something in you makes you stop him. You grab his bicep, the muscle always surprising you when it flexes.

“Wait,” you say, looking up at him now.

His dark eyes are stormy with something… perhaps regret? He doesn’t say anything, waiting for you to make the move, if there’s going to be one. You hesitate, letting him go and shaking your head.

“Never mind.”

He slams his hand on the door. “God damn it, ——-! You can’t punish me forever!”

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes. Isn’t that exactly what you plan on doing?

“I lost you and everything else all in one month and you’re the one thing I can get back.”

“Thing.” You laugh. “I’m just a thing to you, aren’t I?”

“——-,” he sighs. “I didn’t mean it like-“

“It doesn’t matter how you meant it. Stop coming to my fucking parties. Stop showing up in my bathroom. Stop! Just leave me alone.”

He storms out of the bathroom and through your bedroom. You hear the door slam, rolling your shoulders and letting yourself sink into the floor with your back against the cabinets beneath the sink.

You didn’t want him to leave but the idea of being his consolation prize isn’t exactly your idea of a good time.

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[astyrial]

if only life was different atsumu miya x gn!reader (angst) synopsis: you have a tough conversation with atsumu word count: 1k warnings: storm, break up

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    you fumble with your thumbs, your feet planted on the playground flooring. the sky is starting to darken as clouds roll into view. atsumu is late... again. just like he is every time you try to see him. you purse your lips, grabbing your phone and checking the time, 7:58. nearly thirty minutes late. 

  in an attempt to occupy yourself once more, you kick your feet against the ground, swinging yourself. you move with the wind and let your thoughts consume you. should you break up with him? he loves you, you love him. but is it even working out anymore? he's always late, doesn't show any effort. 

  "i'm so sorry," the only voice to free you from the invasive thoughts clouding your mind, atsumu's voice. 

  your feet hit the ground in an attempt to slow you down, your head whipping towards the noise. atsumu gives you a sympathetic smile, his chest heaving as though he just ran miles. "practice ran late again and then everyone wanted to try osamu's new recipe... and it's just an excuse. i'm sorry."

  he makes his way towards you, holding out his hand for you to grab. you shake your head, keeping your hands close to the swing's chains. atsumu's eyes narrow inwards, his mouth shaping into a surprises frown. you nod towards the swing next to you, "have a seat atsumu, i think it's time we discuss the elephant in the room."

  "what elephant in the room?" atsumu attempts to lighten the situation, a dry laugh ringing through the air. 

  you sigh, your eyebrows arched as you look completely defeated, "can you not joke right now, atsumu? you left me alone for thirty minutes. i've been sitting here for thirty minutes. this happens nearly every time we try to get together, can't you see that? can't you see that i'm not remotely happy about this?"

  atsumu's mouth instantly opens, as if he has some quick witted, irresistibly amazing response. however, instead of saying anything smart, he nods. he twists his swing a little so he can look directly at you. "i'm sorry. volleyball is just really taking up my time right now, along with college. i mean, you get it, you play sports and go to school."

  "babe... atsumu, i was here on time. i've always been on time no matter the practice, no matter the test," you shrug your shoulders, not knowing what to say to him next. what do you say to someone who loves you, but doesn't care for you?

  he looks off to the side, his knees close together, his body hunched over. the clouds finish covering the sky, little raindrops finding their way to you. you go to say something to him, to tell him that you should get going. however, you can't seem to free yourself from the swing. 

  you're stuck because you haven't said everything you want to say. you can't leave without some kind of closure. "at this point, there isn't much you can say to change anything, but why? why couldn't you respect me? my time?"

  you look towards him, your eyes searching his. the amber color mixing with the deep reds you missed in him, creating a beautiful rosé mask. atsumu shrugs his shoulders, his arms wrapping around his chest, "i don't know. i know you don't want to hear it, but i don't know."

  "i love you, y/n, i love you so much. you gotta understand that. i want to be with you, i wanna be the one you stay with," he finally looks up at you, really giving you the time of day you craved from the volleyball superstar.

  "you think i didn't know that atsumu? the presents, the extravagant shows of affection? it's clear you're at least infatuated with me... but i never wanted any of that. i wanted a partner who treated like an equal. like someone who isn't some back of the mind promise," you feel the rain picking up, your shirt beginning to gather large splotches of water.

  atsumu doesn't say anything more, his jaw clenching. his body aches to hug you once more, to run his hands down your arms until they reach yours, kiss every inch of you. but now you sit with your body facing away from him, your face contorted into one of sadness. 

  you stand up from the swing, figuring it was time for you to leave, "i think you know what's happening now, we break up, we go to our respective homes. and probably cry. i do love you atsumu, but i think it's time we part. it's just the end of the line for us."

  he instantly stands with his, his body just a foot away from yours. his eyes welling up with tears. "can i hug you goodbye?" you feel a tug to say no, leave before he ropes you back in. however, you simply nod, your arms open.

  it takes him only a mere second before his arms are wrapped around your torso. you can feel his hands gripping at your shirt, his chin digging into your shoulder. a desperate part of you holds onto him, your arms wrapped around his neck. 

  the rain begins to pelt the ground, the tree branches swaying with the storm. you close your eyes and for minute imagine a different story. one where the two of you went out into the rain on purpose. to dance and have fun because that's how you are as a couple. you're perfect for each other. 

  yet when your eyes open to look at the world around you, it couldn't be farther from the truth. "it's really getting dark, i should get home now," you whisper to him, the sentence crackling a little as you clear your throat. 

  "oh. yeah, you're right," he mutters, letting go of your shirt and taking a few steps back. 

  you grab your car keys from your pocket, a sigh flying through the wind. you look at him one last time, "take care of yourself atsumu, like really take care of yourself.”

  a rumble stops atsumu from saying anything, his mind shouting at him to say that he wants to take care of you too. the two of you working together to better the world and yourselves. however, he instead gives a nod, watching as you walk to your car.

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[mitsuyaya]

hello 👋 can you do angst #44 + #28 with atsumu? i don't really like to read angst stories but there's something about how you write angst fics that made me feel like i'm really a masochist 🥲

when you fall for someone it feels like everything crashes; your peaceful day, sanity, everything.

the world will come to an abrupt stop and everything from the pedestal will fall, ear splitting sounds of something breaking echoing from within.

that's how it felt like when you found yourself falling for Atsumu Miya, the man you only got in contact with because of a friend.

those moments you shared with him felt surreal, it's like reality and make-believe combined.

the feeling of his hands subtly wrapping around your waist when the room crowds with reporters, his silvery voice calling out your name in such a manner that leaves you dumbfounded, and his efforts that keeps you yearning for his presence everyday.

but just like everything there is, the world will once again revolve. the broken things would be repaired and it will go back to its original place.

it’s the same way with Atsumu — from the days where you would wake up and go to sleep talking with him on the phone turned into a whole week of being radio silent. dialing his number only to be met with the words that says ‘did not answer’ or ‘busy.’

days where he'll greet you first when you visit the court turned into him avoiding you like a plague or excuses he relayed to his teammates saying he’s busy practicing, showering or just tired.

it gets to the point that it just becomes irritating rather than painful.

“what did I do for you to treat me like this, ‘Tsumu?” months of receiving this kind of treatment became taxing and you've had enough, you don't deserve this.

“just go home y/n, ‘m tired” he grumbles, his back facing you as he packs his things one by one. “you always say that. ignoring, avoiding, giving me those lame excuses! I just want to talk. Is it that difficult?”

he didn't answer, still fixated on his things and treating you as if you're a ghost. you definitely don't deserve any of this.

Unable to stop your tears from falling you let the words you tried to hold back slipped from your lips “What am I in your life? Because as of lately I feel as though I’ve been nothing to you.”

This time he looked as though you said something unbelievable, something that irks him.

Having had enough, Atsumu grabbed his backpack and attempted to leave the locker room.

Before he could leave you blocked the door, sniffling “Please just give me an explanation ‘Tsumu.”

Frankly, if he had just told you even the worst explanation you've ever heard you'd forgive him but the words he just uttered:

“Move out of my way before I make you.” it's enough to make you realize that he wasn't the man you fell in love with.

If you were to be completely honest, even if you'll be called stupid for saying this – you still want him back.

Even as your heart crashes at the sight of him being happy and kissing someone else — you're still foolishly in love with Atsumu Miya.

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[admiringlove]

part one | part two.

[22:43]

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atsumu's scared. he sees you after years of no contact at osamu's restaurant, and now the three of you are making half-awkward conversations. atsumu stays quiet for the most of it, but he watches you. he watches your body language, the way you laugh, the way you smile—and god, does it feel good to see and hear it again.

he wants you again. he wants you in his arms, in his embrace—you haven't left his mind ever since the day when you got in a fight with him and he said the harshest things he could to you. he regrets it all, of course. but would you want him again after he caused you so much pain? and you moved away from hyogo and didn't even spare him an explanation after that, so how was he supposed to feel anything but regret and guilt?

you get up from your spot now, and osamu smiles as he says goodbye. atsumu shakes himself out of his trance, and looks up. you're walking away. you're walking out of the restaurant. holy shit, you're gone.

"oi," he hears osamu say.

he blinks profusely, looking up in a panicked state. osamu slaps the side of his face lightly, "go get 'em, moron."

"right," he gets up, fumbling towards the door as he runs out, "i'll pay ya for the food later, i promise!"

"we all know you won't!"

atsumu sees you. you're around twenty paces from the restaurant. god, why do you still walk so fast? his mind is filled with fog, yet somehow there's a billion thoughts just floating around. would you even talk to him? would you forgive him? would you stay this time? would you give him another chance? would you perhaps fall in love with him again?

you stop when you hear his hurried footsteps. atsumu almost crashes into you, and is now standing with his hands on his thighs as he pants. you look at him with furrowed brows and inquisitive eyes, as he says, "i parked my car 'round the corner, lemme drop you home."

"atsumu, that's not necessary-"

"please, 's the least i can do," he smiles, standing up straight. you nod awkwardly, and then the two of you begin walking side-by-side when he decides to break the silence, "how've ya been?"

"good. i got a job right after college so the pay's been great too. mom and dad visit whenever they can—speaking of, they're actually coming tomorrow. all my coworkers are nice and we go drinking every now and-"

"i asked how you were. not yer coworkers, or yer job, or yer parents. you. how are you?" his look is of sincerity, and you sigh.

"i guess i'm okay," you say. there's a long pause, and then, "i'm sorry."

"why're ya sorry?" he questions. you had no reason to be sorry. if anything, he was sorry. he drove you away with his arrogant personality and crude behavior. he called you multiple times after you left, but you never answered them. and after he changed his number, he tried to keep you off his mind. but he ended up failing anyway. he would ask osamu how you were, because apparently his brother was the only person you kept in touch with.

"i... left without telling you. i got into tokyo university and my dad got a big raise and a transfer. so we had to come here either way. even if you hadn't yelled at me that day, i wouldn't have told you that i was leaving because i didn't want to hurt you," you mumble. but then you chuckle dryly, "i guess you would've been hurt either way. because me leaving without saying anything is worse than me confronting you about it. you must've felt horrible. and i'm sorry for being a dysfunctional coward."

"so ya weren't mad at me all these years?" he asks in disbelief, "why'd ya never return my calls?"

"because i'm an idiot who wanted you to find someone better," you admit, "i didn't want to hold you back from volleyball. or string you along while i live a thousand miles away."

"i can't believe you were never mad at me."

"you thought i was mad at you?" you ask, eyes big and blinking up at him as the two of you stop. he nods, swallowing a hard breath. a huge weight had just decided to drop off his shoulders. and he was so, so glad it did.

"i thought ya hated me. i yelled at ya, that too for no good reason. i was irritated that i didn't win a game. and ta make things worse, i blamed ya for things ya didn't even do."

"atsumu," you halt. the yellow light above the two of you fixating on your eyes as he looks down, "i'm so sorry."

"it's not yer fault," he reasons. you give him a melancholic smile before you get knocked out of your daze, "i’m gonna take the train, don't worry about dropping me home. if i hurry, i can catch the one that leaves in ten minutes."

you're about to leave, and atsumu feels like you're sand rushing out of the palm of his hands. and then, his voice takes action on its own.

"if i can't drop ya, can i buy ya coffee sometime?"

you stop, widening your eyes. he's doing the same—there's a blush on his cheeks too, and he slaps a hand over his mouth before you throw him the happiest grin he's ever seen, "i would love that very much, 'tsum."

he smiles as if this is the most joyous day of his life as he says, "g'night."

"i'll ask 'samu for your number when i get home!" you yell before going down the subway stairs.

i would love that very much, 'tsum.

he punches the air and jumps around like he’s a teenager again. your voice rings in his ears as he unlocks his car, and he sleeps like a baby that night.

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[rinslove]

warnings: cheating, angst, strong language

pairing: miya atsumu x gn!reader

part one | part two | part three

miya atsumu had never been so nervous in his life.

his plan was to visit osamu at onigiri miya, pester him about the new rice delivery he knew came in last night, then leave to go out with bokuto. it was simple, he's been doing it for months.

so why was it now that you had to appear in front of him in the line, halfway through a conversation with his brother?

he's considering leaving, turning his back on you. because he's not sure he can face you, not now. not when he's only just beginning to come to terms with how he's lost you.

his palms sweat when you lock eyes with him and something about your expression changes, and both of you are stuck in your places. you haven't changed in the slightest and it brings atsumu back to the moment he met you.

"hey."

but when you speak, your voice is cold. it's sharp, wary, and it makes his heart ache. he can barely muster a reply, and when he does it's weak. it's far away and broken into a million pieces.

you try to look away from him, but you can't bring yourself to. he looks ready to start crying, like he's got nothing left to lose.

and maybe he doesn't anymore. because he's lost you, so what else is there? osamu will never leave him. no, he'll smack him for cheating on you when they're alone and scold him for twenty minutes then they'll talk about something else like it didn't happen, because atsumu heard it all months ago after you first told his brother. osamu yelled and yelled until atsumu broke down completely, shattered across the floor of your formerly shared apartment. tears and loud cries as it set in you were gone, that he lost you.

because he took you for granted.

atsumu expected a glare from his brother behind the counter, a look that always came before he would hit him and call him stupid. instead he was met with sad eyes, pitying him. and, as much as atsumu hated pity, he was too deep in his wallowing to care.

you clear your throat and turn away from atsumu and he finds himself facing the ceiling so he doesn't have to look at you, because if he does he won't be able to stop. he's fighting his feelings and waiting for you to leave, but it doesn't look like it will happen any time soon.

you look over your shoulder again and bite your cheek to stop yourself from speaking, taking in his appearance. he looks rough, as bad as you the first few weeks after your break up. he's avoiding eye contact with you, gaze dancing around the restaurant so he didn't have to look at you and acknowledge that you knew exactly what was going on with him. because you knew him better than anyone did.

and atsumu doesn't know why he listens when osamu instructs you both to take a seat together while he makes food for the both of you. he doesn't know why he doesn't just leave, stop himself from going through all your questions that he doesn't have good answers to.

"how are you?"

he knows that you know the answer to that question.

"i'm good."

he knows you know he's lying.

"yourself?"

you smile weakly. "me too."

ah. atsumu knows you're lying too. you're just better at hiding it, but he knows your tells.

"we both just lied...didn't we?" you asked quietly after a beat, and atsumu laughs.

oh, his laugh. it's not the laugh of someone whose happy. it's the laugh of a person who, if they don't laugh, they'll cry. it's the laugh of a broken-hearted man with nothing else to lose.

the silence returns and you shift in your seat, desperately waiting for osamu to appear. but he doesn't. and you're quick to realise that he's not going to, not until you've spoken to atsumu.

"why?"

you ask the dreaded question that atsumu can't answer without the fear of you laughing at him. or crying.

"i..." he clears his throat, his heart beating faster and faster and faster until he's sure he might pass out. "it got real. too real," he says.

you stare at him in shock, trying to find a response. "too real?"

a careful nod, he keeps his tears back so he can continue. "i panicked. no one else is in a relationship. a serious one, anyway. but- but i started thinking about a ring. i said to sunarin i was thinking about proposing. he said he never thought i'd get married before samu." he voice cracks and so does your heart. "i panicked. i got scared, drank too much. i went to a bar and cried in bed while a lady i didn't know and never saw again left without a word."

you wipe away the tears on your cheeks, trying to maintain your composure. "you were going to ask me to marry you?"

atsumu nods, no longer caring about holding back his tears. he buries his face in his hands and bites back a cry. "i was going to ask you to have a family with me."

you shake your head at the thought, your stomach twisting. you watch atsumu's shoulders shake, pitiful cries racking through his body. you've only seen this on one other occasion, your heart aching at the sight.

"you cheated because...suna's joke got in your head?" your voice is small, struggling to grasp the idea.

"i was so stupid!"

you can't help but laugh. not because it's funny. you don't know why you do, but it finally gets atsumu to look up from his hands because god, he's missed your laugh.

"i'm sorry, y/n," he whispers. "i'm so fucking sorry, there's- there's nothing i can do anymore, is there?"

you look down at the table and your tears return. "atsumu..."

"please, tell me how i can fix this. tell me how i can fix us. i- i have to try. i love you."

you shake your head once more and dry your tears with your sleeves, lifting your eyes to face him. "if you had said all this earlier, before you packed my things and left a note as a goodbye, then i'd be willing to fix it. but, atsumu, how would i know whether you'd do it again?"

"i wouldn't-"

"how am i supposed to know that?" he says nothing, knowing you're right. "you told me you loved me, that i'm the only one for you. i don't think i can believe that anymore."

though he can try all he wants, miya atsumu won't get you back.

the door opens behind you both and you glance over your shoulder. atsumu's heart drops to his stomach as he watches the man approach the table you're both sitting at, knowing what's about to happen.

he shakes his head as you smile at him.

no.

"goodbye, atsumu."

no.

the door closes, your hand in his.

it should be in atsumu's.

you don't look back.

#haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #atsumu miya x you #atsumu miya x y/n #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu x reader #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x gn!reader #atsumu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu angst #atsumu angst #atsumu miya angst

[emmyrosee]

Yes I’m 20 and I still love Friends, but post-fight Atsumu who is absolutely heartbroken when he comes home and your stuff is gone. You told him it would be if he went off and did whatever the fuck he did in three cities over, but he’d called your bluff. It was a grave mistake, apparently. You’ve left him for good, but when he happens to check his answering machine, he hears your internal battle as you board your plane to soar far, far away from him.

You smack yourself, call yourself stupid, question why you ever thought you could live a life without him, his drive and passion and your cozy post-retirement dream with him right beside you. He hears you beg and plea to be let off the plane, voice breaking as you sob and are forced to hang up, and he’s just sitting there, clutching his chest as he sobs in anticipation.

Did you get off the plane?

“GET OFF THE PLANE!” He shrieks at the phone, dropping to his knees and listening as the voicemail ends. Trembling hands grasp messily at the phone, snot dribbling from his nose and eyes burning from the ferocious tears. “Oh fuck, oh god, fuck-“ his fingers fly as he dials your number, “please get off the plane, please get off the plane-“

“Tsumu?”

“BABY! Oh god baby, I-I-I just got your message, and I-“

“Atsumu,” his blood runs cold. “It’s… it’s three am here; I can’t talk right now.”

You didn’t get off the plane.

#it’s been a while since I’ve posted angst 🥳😂 #I’ve missed it #angst is my fave #probably delete in the morning idk I like my word vomits #atsumu miya #atsumu miya angst #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya x gn!reader #atsumu miya x reader angst #atsumu miya imagine #atsumu miya haikyuu #miya atsumu #miya atsumu angst #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x gn!reader #miya atsumu x reader angst #miya atsumu imagine #miya atsumu haikyuu #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #haikyuu x gender neutral reader #haikyuu x you

[strwbrryeyes]

𖦹°｡⋆ haikyuu boys as my breakup playlist

⟡ featuring: suna, oikawa, tsukishima, atsumu

⟡ cw: angst, idk still bad at these

⟡ an: i found my old breakup playlist from three years ago and took inspiration from that so these songs are old lol. writing this was silly because im in a loving relationship but it was like i felt all the pain of a breakup again </3

⟡ part two, part three

⟡ suna rintarou: you broke me first - tate mcrae

suna would be the one to break things off with you. when you first started dating he genuinely thought he loved you but as time went on and he became more distant, you started to feel like he was losing feelings for you so you asked him about it. in his words, "i think you were just the first girl to give me attention after my last relationship" and "im not ready for a relationship". a week later, he starts talking about all the girls that have come to him after the breakup and started talking about his hookups to you. this bothered you and hurt you deeply so you decided to cut things off with him completely and he was not a fan of this. so he tried everything to try to get you to talk to him again saying that he misses you and that he wants to get back together. you couldn't care less though, he's already broken your heart too many times for you not to notice his pattern of wanting your attention just to make you jealous or upset. in the end, it actually did end up hurting him and made him realize what he lost. he knew he fucked up but there's no going back anymore.

⟡ oikawa tooru: over breakfast - ellise

it's been a few months since oikawa left for argentina. it's been hard for the both of to be apart for so long and in completely different timezones. you could feel the connection fading but neither of you wanted to admit it because you both loved each other so much. but the longer you guys try to keep the relationship afloat, the more frequent you end up arguing over text or facetime. but you both decided that it could be something to figure out when oikawa visits for the holidays. well, the holidays come around and you finally have time to see each other and talk in person. from the moment oikawa entered your apartment, you both knew it was over. you could tell so many things have changed over the course of the last few months but instead of facing it, you just decide to spend one more night together just to have one final time to say that you tried. it was bittersweet and it hurt a lot but you didn't want the night to end. maybe you could fix this over night? in the morning everything will be better and you can set aside your differences! unfortunately, that morning, nothing had changed and you and oikawa finally came to terms with the fact that maybe you two just maybe weren't meant to be.

⟡ tsukishima kei: high definition - waterparks

when tsukishima was still part of the sendai frogs, he traveled a lot. it's not like he was off in another country like some of his old teammates and rivals, no, you lived with him. even though you two had been dating for quite some time by this point, tsukishima still had trouble expressing his love for you. he tended to push you away whenever he was stressed even though the one thing he wanted the most was your comfort and loving. he was just worried he would end up snapping at you and making you hate him. he didn't know that you'd end up upset with him regardless. you loved him so much but you don't know how long you could going on like this. i mean come on! tsukishima was always away for volleyball matches and even when he's home...it's like he's still not even there. tsukishima knew that you were starting to slip away from him so one day he sat you down and explained how he was feeling and it was finally then that you understood why he acted the way he did. you tried protesting his decision to break up with you but he kept insisting it was for the better. by the next week tsukishima had moved out leaving you alone in the once shared apartment, wishing and hoping he'd come back one day.

⟡ miya atsumu: better off - ariana grande

everyone knew that atsumu could be hot headed most of the time when it came to volleyball but what they didn't know is that it would sometimes affect your relationship with him. much like tsukishima, he would close himself off from you whenever he was mad at the world or whatever else there is that could make him upset. it was starting to get tiring for you. you felt like you had to walk on egg shells around him just so he wouldn't snap at you (wether he meant to or not- his mind would always fog up). towards the end of your relationship, you could feel yourself start to get numb in regards to your feelings towards atsumu. atsumu couldn't really tell at this point that you were losing hope for the relationship. if anything he thought everything was normal but that was only because half of the time he was too much into his own thoughts to notice any flaws between the two of you. it wasn't until he came home one day after an away game on the other side of japan and found that all of your stuff was gone along with you, that he realized nothing is what it used to be. he found a note from you that explained that you weren't happy in the relationship anymore and that you felt trapped. you also stated that you hope he figures out his issues and that you'll always be there for him if he needs but that right now you just needed space. atsumu spent that night crying and angry at himself for letting your relationship get to this point.

#𖦹°｡⋆ 𝓃𝒾𝓃𝒾 #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader angst #haikyuu angst #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou angst #suna x reader #suna angst #oikawa tooru x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa angst #oikawa tooru angst #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima angst #tsukishima kei angst #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya angst #atsumu angst

[rintarousgirl]

kiss me better, baby - an atsumu miya two-shot

PART ONE - MASTERLIST

synopsis -

you and atsumu had been living together happily after your marriage, but after conflicting work schedules and bottled-up feelings, the two of you break into a heated argument. now, it's up to the two of you to mend it, maybe with a kiss? | tags: lack of communication, angst, making up, hurt/comfort, toxic relationship.

a/n: for my more dedicated followers (and those of you who simply are curious) i now have a nsfw blog so this blog is now strictly sfw! ofc, i will still post some suggestive stuff but for nsfw requests and works go to @tarousbaby!

"you look horrible," osamu drawls from the foot of the couch, eyebrows raised. you scoff, shifting so you're upright as you wipe at your red and splotchy face.

"thanks," you mutter, "you're quite the charmer."

osamu rolls his eyes, moving around the couch to sit beside you. he picks up your legs, dropping them back down into his lap as you huff. "why're you here? have you come to apologize on your brother's behalf?" you grumble, resting your cheek against the couch.

it'd been a week, and you'd been so down that you'd called sick out of work. you'd changed maybe once in the past seven days, and you're sure you stink. your shirt has a stain on it, and your hairs a rats nest but you couldn't find it in you to care. there wasn't anybody for you to bother looking pretty for.

"'tsumu told me what happened," he explains, rubbing small circles into your ankle, "though I'd like to hear your side of the story too. i don't trust half of what he says when he's angry."

you frown. you knew atsumu had a bad habit of blowing things out of proportion or simply not caring about them enough that he undermines them. it makes you wonder what story he'd spun for his twin.

"what'd he say?" you ask first, your shoulders hunching a little.

osamu clicks his tongue. "ah, ah, your story first remember? after, i'll make you something to eat, 'kay?"

you nod, partially enticed by the idea of osamu's cooking. falling back into the plush of the couch (which still smelled like his cologne) you begin to share what had occured that night and the events that led up to it.

you watch as osamu connects pieces of your story to atsumu's, and where he finds gaps too. you see his thoughts clear as day on his face, and moments where he judges you and then atsumu as well. at least it was good to know he had a fairly neutral opinion.

you finish of your long rant with a simple question, "where is he now?"

"my place, doing pretty much the same thing you are. he skipped practice too, multiple times. hinata came over once, but atsumu's kind of shutting people out so he left fairly quickly."

something in you aches, and for a moment, there's nothing you want to do more than break down the door and hold him close and beg him to apologize so the two of you could get over this. atsumu's sweet stubborn heart wouldn't let anyone in but osamu, and hopefully you.

but he'd also treated your insecurities as if they were nothing. he pretty much ignored you throughout the day. and when you'd confronted him about it, he'd blown you off. you shouldn't feel bad that he's wallowing in his own self-pity without you, but you do.

osamu stands, reaching above his head to crack his back. it pops, and you follow him as he makes his way to the kitchen. "is he okay?" you find yourself asking to which osamu chuckles.

"he's fine, just pouting. he'll get over it eventually and worm his way back to you," he says whilst rummaging through your cabinets. he finds a few boxes of rice, before turning to your fridge, "you shouldn't do the same. you have a life, a job. he can miss a few practices; you can't miss work."

he's right, and you know it. in the pocket of your sweats, you phone buzzes. probably another text from your co-workers wishing you a swift recovery.

"am i not allowed to be upset over my stupid husband?" you shoot back, despite it all.

osamu hums, and takes a very long very noticeable look at your barren ring finger. "do you still consider him your husband even?"

after that, you can't even find the words to reply.

☆ - - -

going back to work wasn't as hard as you thought it would be. it was easy for you to slip back into a routine, it kept your mind of atsumu.

so, for the next week, you went on with your life. you ignored how empty your hand felt without the comforting pressure of your ring, and how much you missed atsumu's arms around your waist at night.

it was almost easy to forget he existed but then you could look around, see your wedding pictures framed on the walls, smell his cologne on your sheets, see his laundry baskets in the basement.

it made you sick. sick with how much you missed him, and sick with how much you never wanted to see him again.

you'd spent too many nights curled in on yourself in bed, his cologne on your pillow, spotted with your tears.

you wake up one night to a knock on your front door. sitting up blearily from the couch, you rub at your eyes, brushing your hair out of your face. the clock reads 11:37. your tv is still on, some animal documentary lighting up your living room in blue light.

confusion settles in you along with a thick level of wariness. getting up, you try to keep your footsteps light as you approach the door. hovering your hand over the lock, you peek through the peephole and feel your heart skip a beat.

atsumu stands on your porch, hair wet with the rain outside and skin pale and clammy. he looks borderline hypothermic, but his cheeks are still flushed and pink. you stumble back from the door and stand there for a second, jaw dropped.

you move quickly to pull the door open, startling him as he jumps back. he blinks at you, and then he's crushing you.

his arms wrap around you, holding you close and tight and sweet. his face buries in your shoulder, and he lets out a weak pathetic sob into the fabric of your shirt. your hands twitch at your sides, unsure of what to do as he clings onto you.

swallowing a thick lump in your throat, your hands slowly reach up to rub up and down his spine in a comforting manner.

atsumu smells strongly of alcohol, thick and sour. it's clear he was drinking before coming home, and you weren't quite sure what to do. atsumu had never really been a drinker in your years together.

"'tsumu," you mumble, pushing him back lightly. he stumbles, looking at you like a hurt puppy. "let's go to the kitchen...i prefer you sober."

he follows you to the kitchen, struggling not to trip over his own two feet. you prepare him a glass of water and a bowl of food to eat. he digs in happily, small water droplets slipping down his chin.

you watch in silence as he eats, taking in his condition. he looked haggard, frozen, and just overall horrible. and despite all that, he was still just as beautiful as he was the day you married him.

sighing, you walk behind him, and pat his shoulders. "i'm going to set up the couch for you tonight. i don't want you going back out in that storm," he hums, looking up at you with tearful eyes.

“mkay,” he says, slurring his words. he stares up at you with an emotion you can’t quite place. without thinking, you reach out and stroke his cheek, pushing away wet hair that stuck to his face.

there aren’t any words said, but he leans into your touch. even drunk atsumu knew to look for you for safety.

you watch as he finishes his food, before scrambling to his feet to stumble over to the couch. you help him, supporting half his weight as he plops down onto the couch with a drawn out groan.

“thank you,” he says, a little more sober than he’d previously been, taking your hand. “i love you…”

your bottom lip trembles and you lean down and press a kiss to his forehead. his eyes flutter before slipping shut as he falls into a deep sleep. “i love you too, ‘tsumu,” you choke, tears threatening to spill over.

you love him so much.

- - - ☆

you wake up before atsumu does, which you’re kind of relieved about. you were scared that if you slept in, he’d wake up and run back to osamu and you’d blow your chance at a healthy conversation with him.

when you walk into the living room, he’s tangled up in the blankets you’d given him. a small chuckle escapes your lips, and you grab some aspirin from the bathroom and place a glass of water on the coffee table for him.

turning to the kitchen, you begin breakfast. it was a saturday morning, which meant you fortunately didn’t have work. you remember reading somewhere that eggs were good for hangovers so you open your fridge and grab some from the cartridge.

atsumu wakes up not long after that, awoken by the smell of the sizzling eggs and bacon. he sits up with a groan, clutching his temple, and you quickly sprint over to close the curtains to block the sunlight.

“good morning, sleepyhead,” you find yourself saying, the tease slipping off your tongue as easy as water. you catch yourself a second after, and bite your lip.

atsumu looks at you like he’s lost, hurt, and in pain all at the same time which he probably is. you give him what you hope is a comforting smile. “c’mon let’s talk over breakfast.”

you extend a hand to help him up which he takes hesitantly, leaning into you subconsciously. he slides into a bar seat, and you quickly tend to the food for a few minutes before plating it.

besides the stove top, the kettle hissed, letting you know the tea you’d begun to brew was finished. you pour him a cup to have with his food.

he takes it gratefully, but his eyes don't stray from your figure as you make your own plate. "y/n," he calls softly, pushing back his plate. he stands up with a sigh as you turn from the counter, and walks around so you're face to face, only three feet apart.

"i'm sorry," he whispers, "not just for this...for everything."

you watch in silence, swallowing the thick lump of emotion in your throat. he'd said it drunk, but it'd been easy to tell yourself he didn't really mean it then, no matter how much you wanted him to. now that it happened, it almost didn't feel real.

"are you? i mean, like, really?" you end up croaking, eyes darting to the ring glinting on his finger. he brings up his palm and places it over his heart.

"dead serious," he says, before taking your hand. his face falls when he notices the lack of ring, and he brings it up to his face to cup his cheek. he presses a kiss to the inside of your hand.

"i was so stupid, baby. i should've listened to you. i was stressed and couldn't think of anything but myself and that was so foolish of me. when i married you, i promised myself you would always be my first priority and i broke that promise. i am so, truly sorry, y/n."

his eyes are a bit red, but he doesn't cry, and there's a dimple in his chin as he tries to hold back his emotions. your heart breaks and shatters into little glass pieces, spilling out of you and crashing onto the floor.

"oh," you say softly, the wind having been stolen from your lungs. "i...i forgive you, 'tsumu..."

you take a step forward, and his face lights up. you lift your hand from his cheek, and he opens his arms for a hug.

bringing your hand down, you land a harsh smack onto his shoulder, the sound filling the room.

he winces, an immediate hand raising to clasp over his shoulder. "i deserved that," he laughs lightly, and you find yourself smiling back despite it all.

you crash into his arms, burying your nose into the fabric of his shirt.

his arms rub up and down your spine, squeezing you tight. "i promise i'll never disregard you again. i'll listen to everything you say, understand every insecurity. you are apart of me, baby, i wouldn't want to ever hurt you again."

"i love you," you whimper wetly into his shirt, "i always have."

"i know," he replies, "i love you too."

you look up at him and smile. he smiles back, sweet and soft and genuine, and you think it's the most beautiful thing this world has ever seen.

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[noosayog]

wc: 400

contents/warnings: angst, a lot of angst

part 7. directory here.

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“Wait!”

You swivel around to see Kiyoomi running after you, curly hair flinging wildly behind him. His hand curls tightly around yours. You’re ashamed at how quickly your body wants to relax and give into the touch of his that you’ve been craving and missing all this time. You flinch in shame, but he doesn’t let up. His fingers sink in between yours. 

When you meet Kiyoomi’s eyes, there’s a wild look in them - like there’s something he desperately wants to get off his chest but can’t. 

A desperate Kiyoomi is not a Kiyoomi that you’re used to. You hate the hope that wells up in your chest. 

Kiyoomi’s mouth opens and you’re on edge, anticipating what he wants to say.

“Am I interruptin’ something?” 

You turn again to see Atsumu this time, eyes darting between you, Kiyoomi, and your intertwined hands. 

Kiyoomi retracts his hand quickly. He takes a step back and his entire body turns away from you. You watch helplessly as all the expression leaves his face, replaced with his usual blank demeanor. The opening that had brought all your hopes rushing up like water filling a glass fluttered shut. You recoil, pressing your back against your car. 

How foolish of you to hurt yourself like this again and again. 

Even if Kiyoomi was here to say what you wanted him to say, you don’t know if you can keep dealing with Kiyoomi consistently clamming up when anything threatens to touch his heart. You don’t know if you should. 

“No,” Kiyoomi starts. 

“No?” you echo, hurt. 

Kiyoomi looks back at you, eyes wide. 

“Well then, Omi-kun, if ya wouldn’t mind, I’d like to talk to y/n about something.” 

Kiyoomi’s eyes are fixed on you, staring at you like Atsumu was addressing you and not asking him to leave. Like he was waiting for you to say… something. 

You look away first. 

“Omi-kun?” 

You feel his gaze burning into you. He wasn’t letting up, but you could no longer be the one holding onto this relationship. Kiyoomi would need to say what he means, when he means it. 

After a long, long moment, you hear Kiyoomi’s steps getting fainter and you don’t dare look up. 

Your heart breaks all over again and the tears are falling. 

You don’t have the energy to push away when Atsumu’s arms come around you and his hands press your face into his shirt.

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⍣ ೋ the times they cried because of you

☆ includes ushijima, iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama, bokuto

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — he never cries. you met this guy when the two of you were young freshman in high-school, and you quickly became a good friend of his. that being said, you never saw him cry. even when the two of you began dating in your senior year, you still never did. years passed, and it was the same as the previous years. sure, he occasionally got upset, but even then, he still put on a stoic display, never really letting you in on that side of him. even at your wedding, he sure showed some emotion but he didn't cry. then came the birth of your first child.

"she's so cute, isn't she 'toshi..?" you said weakly, forehead still damp with sweat, bodu trembling with the aftershocks of your hard, long labor. your eyes fluttered open, focusing on the sight of your dear wakatoshi holding your newborn baby.

your heart fluttered at the soft image of your husband holding the tiny baby closely again his chest, his forehead mere inches away from the baby's forehead. it was barely there, barely noticeable. if it weren't for the reflection of light, then you wouldn't have been able to see the way his eyes were glazed over, corners red, tears brimming at the borderlines of his eyes.

he was so memorized, so in love with this product of you, this product of his and your love. god, you just make him the happiest guy on earth.

with a grunt, he sniffled lightly, trying to mask his emotions. "yeah.."

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — he hates crying. but being the responsible and knowing person he is, he knows that crying is inevitable. but the "strong", reliable guy in him wants to punch himself every-time he feels his eyes sting at the feel of salty tears brimming at his waterline. unbeknownst to you, he would avoid you every-time he felt like he was going to cry, usually hiding in the locked confides of the bathroom. he thought he was hiding it well, until one fateful day where it all came crashing down..

"haji?" you said on the other side of the door. he immediately shot up, his eyes darting to the doorknob. he always made sure to lock it, but today, he was just so exhausted and down that the idea of a lock was forgotten. crap, "hey wait-," before he could even rise up from his slouched kneeling position on the bathtub's side, you opened the door unknowingly. "i just need my–hajime?"

there he was, in all of his fucking glory, hunched over, his face long and clearly expressing his hurt feelings. his heart fell to his stomach, his vision going cloudy as his day just kept getting worse. "hajime?" you called out once more, only your tone had softened, more light and tender. you reached a hand out to him, eyes full of concern. he couldn't help but jolt away from your hand, eyebrows furrowing at your softness.

he didn't like your tone. why are you looking at him like that? like some sad kicked puppy lost in the middle of nowhere? it made him feel so small, so weak. "haji.. are you okay?" you whispered, crouching down to his level outside of the bathtub. you attempted yet again to touch the side of his face, lightly pressing your fingertips against his cheekbone before fully pressing your palm against the side of his face.

his lips trembled as he was just a second away from breaking down, his eyes locked on a single object as to hold on to the last of his will. you sighed softly at his resistance, of course he wouldn't want to cry in front of you, but you don't understand why, afterall, what makes a person weak for crying? "it's okay, hajime."

with that, fat tears finally ran down his cheeks, his eyes shutting close as he finally broke at your words. he could only grab onto your hand as you climbed into the tub, his head going straight into your chest as he sobbed and wailed.

MIYA ATSUMU — surprisingly, you've seen this guy cry many of times before. he cried when getting accepted into nationals, winning nationals, just crying at things any normal person would do. but he never cried for you. no, he held himself to higher standards. he'd never cry for someone, not even for you. yeah, he loved you, but he wasn't about to cry for someone like a little child. all high and mighty, he never thought you would actually have an affect on him like you do now. him being someone who wears his heart proudly on his sleeve, he found himself getting into an argument late at night with you, too prideful to back down.

"are you serious atsumu?! you know i'd never do that!" you yelled, voice hoarse and scratchy due to the ongoing screaming match between you and your boyfriend. "oh really?! then why were ya' 'll over that fucker earlier? huh?!" he yelled back, pointing out the way you were seemingly flirting with a guy at the club earlier.

but you weren't? you would never do that, you're not a scum. "what?! we were just talking?! am i not allowed to TALK to people atsumu?" you scoffed, arms crossing defensively. "if you wanna consider talking as flirting, then let's talk about that girl you were laughing with the other day? huh? let's talk about that!"

his eyebrow raised at your counter, fumbling nervously as he wondered what to say. "w-wh- you know what?! fuck you! i don't know why i'm even dating a bitch like you!" he said, almost immediately regretting his words when he saw the way your eye's widened at his harsh words. the apartment was finally silent as you registered his words, he wishes you had any sort of expression on your face, but you had nothing but a stoic and emotionless face.

"okay then," you finally said, arching your eyebrow in a taunting way, resting your hand down on your hip. "bye." you followed, grabbing your bag and your keys, turning your back on him.

he watched, frozen in his spot as you exited out the apartment with your composure. his body jolted when he heard the slam of the front door, finally letting out that breath he was unknowingly holding. he scoffed at what you said, clenching his jaw tightly as he tried to hold onto his pride. "damn it." he said.

he felt the tear roll down his cheek before he could even register that he was crying. "..damn it!"

KAGEYAMA TOBIO — to him, life is volleyball. his childhood consisted nothing of volleyball, and so will his adulthood. maybe his obsession with volleyball was a little extreme, but you never really minded. he respected you greatly for your patience, he wasn't dumb, he knew that his priority of volleyball was evident, so he always tried to make it up to you by spending time with you whenever you wanted. but it seemed like after awhile, he began to take your patience for granted. it wasn't until the nth time when he didn't show up for the nth date was when he realized.

kageyama was careful to shut the front door as quiet as he could, tiptoeing as he took off his shoes and walked throughout the dark hallways and into the master-bedroom. he jolted like a cat when he sat you sitting up on the side of the bed, back facing the doorway.

"y-you scared me. what are you doing up at this time? it's nearly 10PM." he stuttered obliviously. it was silent for a few seconds before you sighed, slowly turning your head to face him. "you forgot." you muttered before turning back to look at the wall. forgot? forgot what? it was then he noticed the way your hair was done, still clad in a pretty dress.

"o-oh.. the date! i-i'm sorry y/n, i promise i can make it up to you"— "don't bother." you interrupted, voice stern yet monotonous. what do you mean 'don't bother?' you love going on dates don't you? his lips pursed into a straight line, chewing on his bottom lips nervously. "w-what do you mean? i really promise, this thursday i have a free day.." he trailed off when you suddenly stood up from the bed.

"i mean that i think we should break up." his heart dropped at your words, eyes widening. break up? his mouth was agape, mind spinning with different solutions and apologies. before he could detest, you walked over to the corner of the room, pulling up a suitcase that he didn't even notice.

"b-but why? you said yourself that me and you are meant to be together?" he cried out, quickly rushing over to your side and grabbing onto your wrist. he watched your face closely, eyes taking note of every single feature of yours. you inhaled deeply, still refusing to look at him.

"i said that when we were in high-school and didn't have any major responsibilities. things have changed, we aren't in high-school any more. you're now a pro-volleyball player with big responsibilities, and i'm.. someone who clearly has too much time on their hands, wasting it on someone who can't give me any of theirs. it's not your fault, kageyama, but we just don't align anymore."

you finally said, tugging your hand away from his grasp. before you could take a step, his hands were once again on you, gripped onto your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. "but.. you said you would be there for my game at nationals.." he whimpered out, tears threatening to spill from his eyes.

it was then, when you were finally walking out of his apartment, out of his life, was when he finally did realize, that maybe, he did take your patience for granted..

BOKUTO KOUTARO — this guy cries a lot. he's cried so many times you might have to start writing it down somewhere. he rarely masks his emotions, he's an open book. thats what you love so much about him, that he's so open and honest. you love the way he's so eager and sweet, you love the way he's always willing to talk to you and so damn clingy it's like you have your own personal koala. aside from the times he's happy, he's sad, sad because he didn't perform well, or because you didn't kiss him. but you never really made him cry, you'd never do that. or so you thought.

"y/n!! i missed you!" you hear a booming voice yell, his footsteps speeding up at the sight you. he paid no mind when you didn't respond to him, as you were currently hunched over the your work desk, laptop gleaming at you brightly. your back was turned to him, so you were basically calling him for a back hug.

"y/n!" — "not now koutaro." you interrupted, tone serious and stern. he raised his eyebrows at you with surprise, his arms a few inches away from your shoulders as they stilled in their preparation to hug you. "babe? is something wrong?" he asked curiously, lips pouting at your stern denial. you never decline a hug. you love them. right?

"i'm working. can't you see that?" you spit out, sighing deeply. you pull away your cramping fingers away from your keyboard, rubbing them over your sore eyes. "my gosh." you mumble under your breath, eyebrows intensely furrowed with stress. you had been working for a few hours straight, staring at nothing but a bright screen with words that were becoming incoherent to you.

you yelp out when you're suddenly pulled from your chair, being lifted up into bokuto's strong arms as he spins you around. "don't be so sad!" he says cheerfully, hoping to cheer you up with a big warm hug. only— this seems to make you mad. "put me down, koutaro!" you yell, pushing his chest away and forcing him to practically drop you.

"don't you see i'm working?! why are you so damn clingy? you're so annoying, god, why don't you just leave me alone?" you spit out. your words are like venom, stinging his heart greatly as his hair is quickly deflating once your words reach his ears. you simply return to your laptop once you've finished, typing mindlessly once more.

him? annoying? he didn't mean to annoy you..

he couldn't help but softly whimper, left standing in shock. he opened his mouth to say something before your previous words were reminding him to stay silent—leave me alone. he clutched his palms, looking at your turned back with teary eyes. he hopes you don't find him annoying for long..

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