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tsumuswifey · 10 months
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I've got an atsumuxreader request where they are in a secret relationship but it starts getting to the point where they have little to no interaction in public. making her feel insecure and she starts wondering if he even loves her anymore, when girls start flirting with him and his teammates ask him about any girls he might be interested in and he doesn't hint at being in a relationship at all. I'm a sucker for angst to fluff!!
Thank youuuuu!! ❤️❤️
Of course, one Atsumu x Reader coming right up!(:
Atsumu was destined to be great.
If there was anything to be sure of, it was just that. Growing up with him had shown you on more than one occasion that if that boy had his eyes set on something, that he was going to achieve it. It didn't matter what it cost him, he was incredibly headstrong.
So when he approached you on a hazy morning in early December, hands trembling in a way you'd never seen before, words tumbling from his mouth so fast you could hardly understand a thing he'd said, it had shocked you. Long gone was the Atsumu that puffed his chest out every time someone complimented his skills. Long gone, was the Atsumu that didn't so much as get the nervous sweats before volleyball matches in front of scouts.
"I'm sorry, Tsumu," You start, heart pounding wildly against your ribs, "I'm not quite sure I caught that."
He visibly shudders, unable to hold eye contact as he says almost desperately, "I'd really like to take ya on a date. Please. Let me take ya on a date?"
He says it slowly, accent dripping from his mouth like molasses. He rakes a hand through his murky hair, fingers shaking so hard you almost consider asking him if he needs to sit down and just breathe.
He almost loses hope when you don't immediately answer his question, but then he looks up at you, and your mouth forms the words, yes 'Tsum, I'd love that, and his whole world tilts on its axis.
Your friendship had always been a close one. Your friends had never batted an eye at the way your head would slowly find its rest against one of his broad shoulders during movie nights, nor the way you'd wear his hoodies.
So when the shift happens, no one notices. Not even Suna, the perceptive guy he was. You both decided that maybe it was for the best, if you kept your relationship from everyone until you could figure out a good way to break the news.
It wasn't that you really thought your friends would be upset, it was just that it was all so new, and as much as you hoped it wouldn't happen, if you decided to breakup, neither of you wanted to cause rifts in the friend group.
You go on for two months like that, hiding your relationship behind the guise of your already close friendship. It isn't a terrible feat, besides the fact that 99% of the time, your boyfriends literal other half is around, making it difficult to spend any time together. But then you started looking forward to little things, like the winks Atsumu'd send you in passing at school, or his foot nudging yours beneath the desk in math class. You grew tired of watching your friends freely hug and kiss their boyfriends. You grew tired of pretending to cheer on Atsumu as a friend and not as your boyfriend.
Over time, it began to feel like you weren't really dating him anymore.
It didn't hit its breaking point until you were eating at your favorite ramen shop with the twins, Suna, and Ginjima. You feel like your heart might burst from your chest when Ginjima excitedly asks Atsumu about a girl who had been flirting with him after practice earlier in the day.
You eye him carefully, gauging his reaction. It's not that you didn't trust him, it's just the absolute lack of anything between the two of you had gotten to your head. You feel sick to your stomach when he blushes.
"Ah yeah," Your boyfriend finally says, "She was nice an' all but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything at the moment. Volleyball's the most important thing to me right now. Can't let some girl cloud my judgement, y'know? Can't take my eyes off the prize just yet-"
You shove your stool back, wincing when it clatters to the ground, catching the attention of every person in the small ramen shop.
"Woah," Suna breaks the silence, "Y/n, are you good?"
You take a deep breath, embarrassment sending a chill up your spine. "Yeah, um, sorry, I just don't feel very well. Think I ate something bad. I'll see you guys tomorrow, 'kay?"
You grab your backpack off of the ground, slinging it around your shoulders before taking off for the exit.
"Wait up," Atsumu says hurriedly, trying to catch up with you, "I'll walk ya home."
You shake your head, forcing yourself to put one foot in front of the other. "No thanks, I don't really think you should be around me. Might cloud your judgement or-"
"Y/n."
Atsumu grabs you by the back of the sleeve, yanking hard enough that you fall against him.
"Y/n," He says again. "I didn't mean that, angel. Ya had to have known I didn't mean that, right?"
You click your tongue, feeling mad at yourself when tears collect on your lash line.
You sigh dejectedly, "Atsumu, I love being your girlfriend..but lately it's like I'm not. I can't remember the last time you genuinely kissed me. I get that we wanted to keep this a secret, but I'm really starting to wish we never decided that because I want to be able to hold your hand and wear your jersey and I want you to be able to call me 'angel' in front of everyone. It just hurt that you said all of that. Whether you meant it or not. And I know it's dumb but hearing Ginjima talk about that girl flirting with you..it made me feel icky. I dunno-"
And for the second time in one night, Atsumu cuts you off.
"Baby," He breathes, gathering you into his arms. "I am so sorry. I don't want you to feel that way. I love you. I really do. I think I have since the day I found ya sitting on the sidewalk playing with worms after a rainstorm. All I've ever wanted to do is respect you and yer wishes, so if I'd known ya felt like this I wouldn't have been so closed off."
You press your face into his chest, breathing in the smell of his deodorant. "Can we stop being a secret, 'Tsumu? I'm sick of being secretive."
You feel him nod his head before his lips press against the top of your head. "Me too. It's hard to not be able to boast about my girl to all my friends. Did you know that she's the most beautiful person I've ever laid my eyes on?"
"Is she?" You ask, heart in your throat.
"Yeah," He confirms, "And, don't tell her this, but sometimes I feel like my heart is reaching for hers. That's how in love with her I am."
You tilt your head back to look at him, nearly swooning when he whispers, "There she is. There's my beautiful girl."
Leaning up, you kiss him softly.
"Love you," You whisper, nudging your nose playfully against his.
"Who loves me?"
"I love you."
You can feel the way Atsumu grins before he returns the sentiment.
"I love ya, too, baby."
You take a deep breath, heels finding the ground as you suggest going back to the ramen shop to talk to the guys about your relationship.
"Ah," Atsumu says awkwardly, "Something tells me they already know."
You turn to find the Osamu, Suna, and Ginjima standing not far from you guys.
"How long have you been watching us?"
"Long enough to find out that you guys are together!" Ginjima says, accusation etched into his tone. Suna snorts, and nudges Osamu.
"Nah, we've known."
Ginjima raises his hand, "Hello? I didn't?"
Osamu deadpans, "No shit, Sherlock. Else you would've kept your big mouth shut and not upset the lady back there."
You're suddenly unsure of if you feel relieved that your relationship is out in the open or slightly afraid. Either way, all you know, is that you are loved, and for now, that is more than enough.
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kunizk · 2 years
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BOYFRIEND’S LOVIN’ !
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characters. . . atsumu miya, matsukawa issei, bokuto koutorou, tsukishima kei. all characters are over 21
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+ ATSUMU MIYA
atsumu literally can’t make it any more obvious how much he loves you, constant hand on either your shoulders, your waist or the small of your back. delicate hands that rub at your sides, he almost can’t take his hands off of you when your in private — he just thinks your the prettiest thing he’s ever seen, all his. and his alone. a smack on the ass, a hand intertwined in your hair. or he sneaks into your dorm room for a pretty little slow dance with you.
+ TSUKISHIMA KEI
even though tsuki’s an open bastard to everyone one around him, he loves you. he can obviously hide how whipped he is for you, but the thing he can’t hide is the crave he was for your lips. who knew a single lick across your bottom lip could cause him to drag your ass into a empty classroom or empty storage closet for a quick make out or even just to kiss on every little sensitive spot on your neck to your chest just to tease you before you get to class
+ BOKUTO KOUTOROU
big baby. two words only, biggest baby when it comes to you. you’re all he’s ever wanted, to hold you, squeeze you, love on you. loving you through neck kisses are one of the things. open space down your throat, pretty little kisses left from under your chin to your collarbones, he’s pretty much of a sweet talker “ so pretty are you? ” — “ I’ll make it up to you baby, mmm I swear it ” pretty red marks left on you, just to make a point
+ MATSUKAWA ISSEI
teasing you in a classroom, he’s an asshole it’s true. but even then you know you love every inch of attention he gives you in public, writing down the notes from him in a class while he’s too busy talking to hanamaki from the table behind him makes him swoon even harder at this point “ oohhuhu, you wrote the notes down for me. thank you doll ” — a simple hand on your thigh, rubbing circles on your skin [ unless you wear tights or pants ] one other hand under his chin, paying attention to the class
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mitsuyaya · 1 year
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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 🥲
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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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softeninglooks · 9 months
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hq | atsumu miya with a figure skater s/o
i feel very strongly about boyfriend!atsumu 🥹
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since both of you are professional athletes, your lifestyles fit together harmoniously in spite of events and competitions scheduled at different times
you always have a lot of fun working out together because you often challenge each other (nothing big, just small goals to achieve by the end of the training session), which usually ends with the two of you goofing around
the loser will invite the winner for a well-deserved treat or fix them a refreshing drink at home. it also happens that one of you lets the other win win on purpose when they've been winning twice in a row - it's an unspoken rule between you two, a way to take care of each other in turns
you watch vb games and ice skating tournaments together or let them run in the background while you're cleaning around the apartment. by now, you've become more than familiar with all the rules and stars of both volleyball and ice-skating
whenever someone who atsumu already played against is on screen - whether it was during his high school days or on a professional level -, he will boast about it and ask the tv for a rematch, which always has you chuckling as you lean into him. “he can't hear you, tsumu. though i'm sure he'd want to crush you too.”
it goes without saying that you taught atsumu how to ice-skate. he struggled to keep his balance at first, but with your guidance and his athletic skills, he improved greatly in just an hour. by the end of your first time at the rink, atsumu managed to skate without your help and even attempted crossovers. whenever he succeeded in something you taught him, he would call you from across the rink to show off. “did ya see that!” he would proudly smile at you, his eyes shining - sometimes, he reminded you of an overly energetic labrador asking for pats after completing a trick. and of course, you were immensely proud of atsumu, be it when he stood on the court among world-class athletes or on a simple local ice rink. “maybe you should quit volleyball and become my skating partner instead,” you would laugh, taking his hand in yours and gently spinning him around on the ice
in return, atsumu taught you how to play volleyball. nothing makes him happier than seeing you partaking in his passion, so he deeply enjoys setting for you even though those tosses cannot hold a candle to his usual olympic-level performances. still, playing volleyball with you is particularly soothing for him. when you play together, there are no expectations, no eyes set on either of you, no sports commentary ringing in your ears - you can just spend some time together doing something he loves above anything else in the world, and that's the closer atsumu has come to finding a safe haven
you are each other's rock during particularly nerve-wracking competitions. both of you are used to the stress of tournaments, but after months and months of hard work and non-stop training, the pressure inevitably builds up and you may crave comfort to escape the burden of expectations
when it happens to you, atsumu would hold you tightly and murmur words of encouragement in your ear. “yer the best skater i know, do you know that?” “i know, tsumu, thank you. but i'm not sure the rest of the world will feel the same way.” “screw the rest of the world. you're gonna do yer absolute best out there, and they'll all fall for you just like i did.”
when it happens to atsumu, he rants. he will go over the volleyball move he cannot wrap his head around, what he feels he is lacking, how eagerly he wishes to master it. you listen to him with empathy, but the only way to get atsumu to recharge his batteries is to take him out of the apartment and have him eat. you take him to onigiri miya, where osamu and you cheer him up, each in your own way
you attend each other's competitions whenever you can. you encourage each other from the vip stands and run into each other's arms after his matches and your performances “tsumu, you shouldn't hug me this tight, i'm all sweaty!” “i don't care. yer my champion, of course i'm gonna hug ya.”
because you know atsumu so well, you never scream words of support at him since it shatters his concentration. you watch silently instead, the focused expression on your face or the triumphant smile flashing over your lips when his team scores indicating how much you care for him. you will congratulate him abundantly after the match ends anyway
for atsumu, it's a different story. because you don't mind the noise, he is your most vocal support, applauding and yelling frantically whenever you ace a figure. after your performances finish, you spot him on the bench, wearing your sports jacket and his face mask unable to conceal the wide grin which you see sparkling in his eyes
atsumu also constantly brags about you the press, to the point where his interviews sometimes turn into a rundown of your latest achievements. sometimes you even give interviews together, which amounts to non-stop praise for each other
if you fall, atsumu stares at you fixedly, his knuckles turning white from how tightly he is clenching his fists. but you get back up and keep skating as though nothing had happened, an ever professional smile grazing your lips as the next figure comes, and he feels a pang of both sorrow and love to his chest - that's what he admires most about you, how hopeful and determined you are, how you will always get back up no matter what. he keeps quiet then, knowing how hard it is for you, but when you meet backstage he will wrap his arms around you and pull you to his chest. “ye were absolutely amazing out there.” “i still messed up, tsumu. after i trained so hard...” you could not help but beat yourself up, your voice a ghostly whisper of disappointment. “i know,” he would close his eyes and breath out into your hair, holding you even closer. “and it doesn't change anything to me. yer the best skater i know.”
olympic village shenanigans! you always find ways to meet up in between training sessions, which drives iwaizumi mad because atsumu keeps randomly disappearing without notice
atsumu introduced you to his team-mates, so you end up hanging out with them a lot. you love listening to their stories about high school atsumu and how important volleyball was to them even at that level. you laugh along with them and squeeze atsumu's hand under the table, saying you find it endearing, while he's desperately trying to portray his younger self as unbelievably cool
atsumu is a demonstrative and loving partner, as well as a hard-working and conscientious athlete. you love his fiery temper and competitiveness, his obstinacy and unending hunger for volleyball, the way you always push each other forward. you know that no matter what happens, you want to spend the rest of your life by his side
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seijohmp4 · 2 years
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FRIENDS DON'T DO THE THINGS WE DO
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a late night gas station run that ends in secret feelings from you and atsumu being shared.
# atsumu miya x gn!reader
word count: 1.1k words
warnings: flirty gas station worker
vinn's note: woo first fic! enjoy
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“Yer tellin’ me you won’t go to the park with me?”
“Atsumu, it’s three in the morning.”
“And?”
You scoff, rolling your eyes at the sheer audacity Atsumu Miya has to wake you up at three in the morning to ask if you want to go to the park. “‘Samu didn’t want to come, so I wanted to see if my favorite team manager wanted to,” He had whined. You almost face palmed at his flattery.
“I’ll even buy ya a drink. Free a’ charge.” He said, trying to bribe you.
And you hated to admit it was working.
Not only because a drink sounded good, but because spending time with Atsumu also sounded good. However, you’d rather die than admit you’d ever want to willingly spend time with Atsumu. It'd ruin your reputation of “hating” him (even though you’re sure no one, especially Atsumu himself, believes you hate him; in fact, they’re all sure you’re in love with him, which you deny vehemently).
“Fine,” You grumble, rolling your eyes. “But I better get my free drink.”
“Good! ‘Cause I’m already outside of your house.”
“What?”
You hastily draw your curtains, peeking through your blinds. Sure enough, Atsumu Miya is outside of your house, in his sleek, black car (definitely bought by his dad). With the window rolled down, you could see his cheeky grin as he waved at you. You’re going to kill him.
Silently, you hang up on him, grumbling about how much of an idiot he was (even if his stupid grin made your heart flutter more than you cared to admit). Getting dressed in the first things you could find— An oversized hoodie and sweatpants— You were quick, but quiet, to get out of the house.
The door was opened for you before you even got to the car. You were quick to climb in, gently shutting the car door, before looking over at Atsumu. His smirk made you want to punch him in the face (and then kiss it afterwards).
“My hoodie, huh?”
Huh? Confused, you looked down, and the first thing you had thrown in was the hoodie Atsumu had given you. Heat rises to your face, but you turn away before you give him another reason to tease you. “Shut up,” You scoff. You can hear his snicker.
“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” He replies, and you can only feel the heat on your face rise in temperature. Atsumu drives off from your driveway afterwards, smoothly driving on the road. He throws a quick glance your way before his eyes go back to the road. “I was thinkin’ that we go get drinks, and then go to the park after. That sound good?” You nod.
He turns on music, and that’s what fills the silence on the way to the gas station. It wasn’t a very long drive, with it just a few minutes away from your house. The both of you get out and make your way inside. The only worker in there looks up from his phone to the two of you. Politely, you smile at him, but as soon as you feel his eyes on you for the rest of the time you’re in there, you realize you might’ve made a mistake.
With your guys’ drinks, you both make your way up to the counter. While Atsumu gets his money out, and the worker begins scanning your items, he smiles at you. “You doin’ okay tonight, cutie?” He asks. You shift uncomfortably, but open your mouth to respond, but Atsumu beats you to it.
“We’re doin’ okay,” He answers for you, an irritated smile on his face.
The worker looks Atsumu up and down, scoffs, and then looks back at you. “You want to ditch this guy, cutie? We can go and have sun fun by ourselves.” Once again, you open your mouth to respond, but Atsumu speaks before you can.
“I said,” He says, a growl to his words; he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, your eyes growing wide. “We’re doin’ fine. Now, stop fuckin’ talkin’ and ring our shit up.”
Holy shit.
The worker rolls his eyes. He begins bagging your items up, but before Atsumu can snatch the bag up, he leans closer to you. “You know where to find me for a good time, cutie.” He purrs.
You cringe but try your best to remain polite. Atsumu, however, was fed up. He snatched up the bag, his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists. He practically dragged you to the car with him. His eyes were downcast in a glare and his jaw was tense; he was pissed.
“Atsumu!” You yelp as he pulls a little too rough on you. He looks over at you, clearly still mad, but he visibly softens at the sight of you. He sighs, finally letting go of you.
“‘M sorry. Are ya hurt?” He asks.
You sigh and shake your head. “What was that about, ‘Tsumu?”
He scowls at the mere mention of what just happened. “That asshole was flirting with you,” He says, as if the words were laced with poison.
“I know that! But you got so… mad about it,” You say, making sure you weren’t going to set him off. Atsumu had quite a temper on him, even though most of the time he hid it behind jokes. Pissing him off even more while he was already this mad would be dangerous.
“I was jealous,” He growls. “Ya happy? Ya gonna make fun a’ me or what?”
You soften. “Of course not, ‘Tsumu,” You answer softly, and he relaxes at your words. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to what that guy was saying, right? He doesn’t matter to me, ‘Tsumu. You do.”
Friends don’t say things like this to each other.
Friends don’t get jealous when a guy flirts with you.
Friends don’t sneak not-so-sneaky glances at each other’s lips.
Friends don’t lean in.
But you are. You’re leaning in before you can stop yourself, and so is Atsumu, and it feels like all the stars collide as your lips meet. His lips are a little chapped, but you don’t mind. The kiss itself is a little rough, but you don’t find yourself upset about it. Instead, your hands fist into Atsumu’s shirt and you pull him closer.
By the time both of you pull away, you’re panting and staring at each other with red eyes. Atsumu’s face is flushed, and his mocha eyes won’t leave yours. “Holy shit,” You mutter between breaths.
“Did we just kiss?”
“Yeah,” Atsumu pants. “We did.”
There’s a pause.
“Are we…?” You trail off, but you’re sure Atsumu knows what you mean.
“If you want to then… yeah,” He answers.
“Yeah, yeah,” You say. “I do.”
“So, it’s official. We’re dating.”
A smile forms on your lips upon him saying it out loud. “We’re dating,” You parrot.
Holy shit. You’re dating Atsumu Miya.
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aowrites · 2 years
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cross my heart
╰► before y/n left japan, she made a promise to her ex, miya atsumu that she will give him another chance, if and only if atsumu gets in the national team. what will happen once they meet again? will she be keeping her promise or will she just sweep it under a rug?
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tw // ashtma attack
notes. hope i narrated it right. i have no asthma so i’m not really sure, so i tried watching on youtube :)
chapter twenty-six
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the training camp finished in just a blink of an eye. you let out a sigh, adjusting the strap of the water container on your shoulder.
you are currently carrying three bags. one on your shoulder, one in your back, and the other on your hand.
your personal belongings are in your backpack whilst the bag in your hand contains things that are for the team such as first aid kit and extra items.
the room where they place things that are owned by the team is far from where you are walking from.
not even on half of your destination, you can feel yourself getting tired.
i should have asked atsumu for help, you thought.
brushing your tiredness off, you dragged yourself more. you didn’t do much help in the training camp due to feeling unwell. at least here you should fill your duties.
chest rising up and down, you placed down the bag hanging on your shoulder for a moment, allowing yourself to breathe deeply.
a little more push, you are near at the storage room. walking a bit faster than earlier, you finally reached the door.
your hands fiddle on your right pocket where you left the key. opening the room, you quickly placed the bags down.
you let your backpack sit on a chair in front of you. letting your back hit the wall, you crouched down.
the ventilation of the room seems off as you start catching your breath. looking around, it started to feel like the room is swallowing you up, suffocating you.
your hand trapped your mouth as you started coughing loudly, in continuous matter.
a harsh pang hit your chest making you gripped your shirt. your previous position made you fall into your knees as you try to breathe.
your hands quickly checked your pockets for the inhaler. your eyes shot up as the bag that was supposed to be in front of you looks far right now.
eyeing your phone that is on the floor beside you, you immediately clicked on a random number hoping it’s sakusa you are dialing.
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on the other side, atsumu, who is listening to his team mates talk felt his phone vibrated.
looking down at his phone, his brows furrowed. pressing the green button, placing his phone on his ear.
“yn?” atsumu asked.
“h-help”
that was all atsumu needs to hear from you as he dashed outside the locker to the storage room.
within a minute, atsumu slammed the door. his eyes shifted to your position. looking up at him, you pointed your bag.
atsumu understand it right away, rummaging your bag as quick as possible.
once he found the familiar blue looking tube, the setter helped you sit up. shaking the inhaler, “exhale, yn” he took off the cap before placing it between your lips.
atsumu watched closely at your breathing, waiting for you to finally calm down but it’s not happening any sooner.
he placed the inhaler in front of you again, “another one” he encouraged.
for the third time, you can feel yourself getting better. finally able to breathe.
“thank you, tsumu” you smiled, “you saved my life there.”
your eyes widen as you see atsumu’s expression. “hey! hey! what happened?”
tears formed in the corner of his eyes, “i’m scared, y’know” atsumu’s calloused hand grabbed your face.
“what if i didn’t make it on time?” he cried, “i don’t know what i’ll do” the blond embraced you.
“i’m always here, tsumu” atsumu let go, placing both of his hands on your shoulders. you let out a laugh that soon turned into a series of cough.
“i have an extra water with me!” he said, turning around to look in his bag.
your eyes widen in terror as you look down on your hand. before atsumu can see, you wiped it on your handkerchief, shoving it in your pocket.
he handed you the bottle, smiling. “you’re a life-saver” you said, opening it. “literally.”
atsumu sighed, “i’m happy i am,” he started, “next time, please let me help you, okay?”
you nodded, “please do help me, atsumu.”
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tteokdoroki · 1 year
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⋆ ☁️˒ — atsumu miya masterlist !
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˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — ONE-SHOTS !
how long is long enough   ;break-up!au + one-shot.
 the one in which atsumu miya takes too long love you like you deserve. ( angst )
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˖ ࣪⭑ 🥡⭑ ࣪ ˖ — MULTI-CHAPTERS !
-> coming soon !
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tojisprettywife · 10 days
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{note: i rewrote this, with b.s.t (hope someone gets the reference 🧍🏻‍♀️) anyway i cried, it got deleted first. i’m sleepy, hopefully it’s okay. minors DNI.}
warnings: smut. characters! m! x f! reader. characters are aged up to 21.
inexperienced men. who for the very first time feel, what a pussy feels like. your gummy, warm walls clenching around his throbbing cock. the way he clenches his jaw and gritting his teeth, to regain composure from cumming almost immediately. “f-fuck…so tight ..”. your pulsing soft walls suck his cock in, barely holding himself up. the way his soft, silky locks fall on your chest as he’s hunched over you. only gasps, curses and more whimpers slipping out of his lips. “so.. t—tight.. shit..”. pushing his full length into, till the base, gripping the plush of your hips, a bit too hard, in meek attempts to stop himself from painting your tight walls white. after what seems like forever, he slowly moves his hips, each stroke, sending shivers down his spine. he leans down to kiss you, again in attempts to keep him from moaning loud. he pushes his tongue into your mouth, his tongue lapping yours. but soon, the kissing gets sloppy, saliva dripping down both your chins. he leans down, burying his face into the crook of your neck. his teeth grazing the base of your neck, as his hips erratically, in haste buck against yours. the sound of his balls slapping against your ass, filling the room combined with his little whimpers and yours. “i-i’m cum-ming… f-fuck” he buries himself to the hilt, pushes himself even deeper, his tip bruising your cervix. his eyes squeezed shut, biting down your shoulder lightly. his cock, pumping ropes of milky, sticky cum. his cock twitching inside you, panting against your neck. just as he catches his breath, your walls convulse around his twitching cock, overstimulating. “o- fuckkk.. f..ck” barely able to form coherent sentences, slurring his words. burying his face into the pillow, beside your head, to stifle his moans. muffled moans, teary eyes as one hand gripped your waist tightly, bruising them lightly and the other hand gripping the sheets, crumpling them. his first feel of a vaginal orgasm. he presses soft kisses from your jawline to your neck, “it feels… so good.. one more time?.. please baby?..”. no longer will his hands suffice for him, as he felt what heaven feels like, you.
~ Choso Kamo, Gojo Satoru, Oikawa Toru, Nagi Seishiro, Inumaki Toge, Miya Atsumu, Naoya Zenin, Yuuji Itadori, Kageyama Tobio + whoever you want 😵‍💫
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sunaluv · 1 year
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more "come get your man"❗❗ with some more haikyuu boys maybe but honestly? whoever you want 🙏
i got u 😉
part 1 here
pairings: osamu, atsumu, kuroo
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OSAMU
onigiri miya was due to close in the next two minutes. you watched your boyfriend close up the counter from your spot on the stool. you liked sitting in when his shop was empty like this, it felt kinda…domestic.
it triggered your thoughts on the future with the hotter twin (in your opinion), you could see yourself walking down the alter to meet him, eating on the floors of your unfurnished home, him standing behind you whilst you rocked your child to sleep—
“hey samu what should i do with these!” you almost rolled your eyes at the voice shouting from the kitchen.
osamu had explained to you how he hired one of his friends from high school to work for him as a favour. she had just finished getting her degree and was looking for work in the area.
you didn’t mind, you were secure in your relationship so there was no reason to be pissed. that was until you had met her and introduced yourself to her as his girlfriend. like a switch had flipped, she instantly started to openly show her hatred for you behind sugar coated insults and not so subtle faces she made only when your boyfriend was out of sight.
you watched osamu’s chest expand in a deep breath. he ran his fingers through his disheveled hair before flipping his cap back on, pecking your temple before heading to the back. “i’ll go see what she wants then we’ll leave, ‘kay?”
you nodded and packed your bag, leaving your space clear and waiting by the counter for your man.
a whole five minutes had passed. you haven’t heard anything which was a sign that you should go investigate, given that girls record.
“…i thought we had a rule for customers showing up before closing time.” a hushed voice whispered.
“we do, there’s no customers here.”
“so who’s still sat out front, you always do this sam—”
ahem.
two faces looked to your spot at the door opening. one looking guilty, one relieved.
“you ready to go samu?” you asked sweetly. “it’s been five minutes and it’s movie night, you know i’m dying to catch up on our franchise.” you not so subtly bragged.
he breathed out through a chuckle. “of course baby, sorry for the hold up. i’m done here anyways.” he walked towards you, missing the dropped jaw of his employee.
you wrapped your arm around his waist before you left, not before smirking at the red-faced girl who was shaking in anger? sadness? embarrassment? you didn’t care.
your shoulders dropped at the chime of the bell followed by the nights breeze as you began your comfortably silent walk home.
“you’re cute when you stake your claim on me ya know?” osamu flicked your forehead.
“shaddap.” you retorted. “if she doesn’t understand boundaries i’ll set them.”
ATSUMU
atsumu was a textbook example of a frat boy. the parties, the girls, the popularity, the girls.
the only stereotype he’s not playing into is dating the leader of the girls sorority house, and some people felt like he’s doing it all wrong.
“omg hi! welcome to—” the cheery voice dripped upon seeing you at the door. “the boys house, who do you know here?”
the girl you recognised as the sorority house leader shamelessly eyes you up and down, twirling the ends of her blonde hair.
if she was here, the rest of the girls were too. they did everything as a culty pack: traveling, partying and even dating. you always thought it was weird how they were all paired with a frat boy, but you never said anything. maybe to them at least.
they obviously hated you for being a rock in their river.
“i’m here for atsumu,” your brow quirked.
her face hardened before plastering into a plastic smile.
“sorry ya just missed him! maybe if you go to—”
“BABY IS THAT YOU!?” a loud, excited voice belonging to your boyfriend shouted.
looking over her shoulder, you watched his blonde locks fly with the wind as he shoved past the girl who let out a disheartened gasp, and picked you up before picking you up and twirling you around.
“i missed you so much,” his soft lips continuously pressed against your face before pouring all his emotion into one last kiss on your lips.
“i missed you too tsum,” you giggled “i was only gone a week though.”
“a week to long! come i have so much to catch you up on.”
again ignoring the fuming girl who had watched the whole interaction, he damn near dragged you up the stairs past all his frat bros who you made sure to shout a greeting at as you passed.
you could hear the rest of the girls from the sorority comforting the girl who was now crying, talkin bout ‘he’ll come around, you two are destined to be together. but you didn’t care, you knew atsumu knew about his rep as a frat bro and he has explained to you about how much he doesn’t care about the ‘dumb stereotypes’ and ‘he likes what he likes, and thats you’.
“you know she likes you right?”
“does she, i thought the only reason she wants me that bad is so their matchup can be completed…”
“that’s part of it, but i feel like she genuinely likes you…” you trailed.
“hey, hey,” he held your cheeks tuning your focus on him. “i don’t care about all that okay? i’m yours and yours alone”
you nodded, placing your hands over his.
“now,” he pulled out his phone going straight to the photos app “let me show ya all you’ve missed.”
KUROO
“tetsuro stopppp,” the girl who had been partnered with your boyfriend for a science project whacked his arm playfully. “omg girl tell your boyfriend to stop.”
you looked at her, then him, then back at her. “stop being a bitch tetsuro.” you played into her antics, drawing out his name like she did.
“not like that, you don’t need to be mean. it was literally a joke.” she mumbled.
kuroo’s eyes met your rolling ones across the table as he shrugged.
“so what are you guys doing after this,” she asked the both of you, but stared at kuroo.
you had explained how you were going to the mall after, so they should probably finish up so you can make it soon.
“you’re going on a date? that’s so cuuuute, there’s actually this really cute place we saw together when—”
“i’ll be right back. toilet.” kuroo stated tensely, sending you an apologetic look as he saw your panicked expression. the both of you knew what her intentions were.
she watched him leave, all the way until the toilet door closed then she turned to you. “can i be real with you a sec, have a heart to heart you know as a fellow sister.”
she didn’t let you respond before she spoke out. “i highkey think tetsu deserves better, he seems really tense around you and i know your dating or whatever but i feel like i could treat him better. i know him.”
woahwoahwoahwhat.
“no.”
“no?”
“no!” you took a deep breath in, before calling her name. “i know you like him, you haven’t even respected me or him enough to hide it. but if you really loved him or knew him, you would know how uncomfortable he feels with you openly flirting with him while he’s in a committed relationship.”
your words hit her like a truck. “you’re not listening to me,” she reached for your hands across the table which you retracted before she could reach. “he needs someone like me, i’m not trying to diss you but you dress kinda bland, your not in many classes together, he doesn’t even talk about you all that often.”
“i do when you overstep, but otherwise i’m just trying to do my work and leave.”
she turned around to see her dear tetsu, arms folded, hurt look on his face. you knew he didn’t like confrontation, so he must have been feeling a strong type of way for him to talk like this.
“tetsu—”
“kuroo.”
“tetsuro,” she stood up placing an arm on his arm which made him step back. “please just come to me, you know we’ll be good together too…”
noticing your boyfriends drastically increased discomfort, you stepped in. “i think you’ve done enough,” you put yourself between the two of them.
wordlessly, you took his larger hand in yours and left the library. after checking up on him, the two of you decided to have a home date instead.
“thanks for stepping in by the way” his voice came out small.
you squeezed his hand. “anything for you tetsu”
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emmyrosee · 11 days
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“Daddy?”
Atsumu immediately leaps a foot in the air from the small voice of your son, standing on the side of his bed, small arms cradling a stuffed duck. You’re not quite sure what woke you up- your husbands leap of terror, or your son’s tiny, frightened voice.
He groans and smacks a hand over his face, “bud, it’s the middle of the night. It’s too late to try and scare daddy to death.”
“Sorry,” he pouts. You close your eyes and sit up with a grunt, and he offers you a small wave, “hi mumma.”
“Hey, Kousei,” you hum. You press your fingers into your eye sockets, “what’s going on, sweetheart?”
The three year old digs his foot in the carpet, before flicking big brown eyes up at his dad, “know how look f’ monsters, daddy?”
Atsumu nods exhausted, “yeah, I do. What about them?”
“Man in my closet says no sleep.”
Atsumu immediately tenses up, your own eyes flying open as you look down in terror at Kousei.
“….who said that?” Atsumu chokes.
“The man in my-“
“Yeah, okay,” he squeaks. “Good to know I heard you right.” He looks over at you, eyes pleading for support, but when you nod towards the door, he shakes his head in fear. “Just- okay. Come on in bud.” He lifts the sheets for Kousei to climb in, which the small boy does.
You scoff, “isn’t that something you should discuss with your wife first?”
“You can go talk to the man in his closet, I’m all set,” he mumbles, kissing his son’s head.
You sigh and scrub your eyes, “should I get hisako?”
“No. She’s braver than us, she’ll be fine.”
“Alright.”
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moonbeamwritings · 1 year
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In your full two years of dating Atsumu, he has never eaten the blue candies in a pack of sour gummies. The sweet blue raspberry flavor has not passed his lips even once, despite your insistence that he eat them too.
He’d offered you a handful of the candy on one of your first movie outings as a couple, and when you excitedly plucked a few of the blue ones from the pile, rambling about how they were your favorite and how you wished they made a pack of just blue ones, all he could do was shake his head.
“You can have ‘em. I don’t like ‘em.”
And every time he bought a pack of the sweets after that, Atsumu always plopped the blue ones into your waiting palm.
So it’s a shock, a betrayal, when you come home from work to find him lounging on the couch, a blue gummy on its final journey towards his open mouth.
“’Tsumu, my love,” you question carefully, “what’re you doing?”
With a mouthful of candy, he replies, “Eatin’ candy.”
You take his chin in your fingers and squeeze, squishing his lips together and giving him this cute little fish face. “Did I just see a blue one?”
You’re being dramatic, you know you are, but you need to get to the bottom of this. You’d been convinced for two whole years that he didn’t like them, and now this? You think it’s only fair to ask questions.
“Mmyuh.”
Your brows furrow. “I thought you didn’t like them?”
He tries to answer, he really does, but it’s a muffled, garbled mess with the way you’re holding his cheeks. Reluctantly, you let go so he can explain. “Well,” he’s sheepish, his cheeks turning red beneath your gaze. Your fingertips feel warm. “Ya got this really cute, excited look on yer face when ya said how much ya liked ‘em that I just... kinda lied.”
You’re floored by his confession, heart skipping a beat in your chest at how cute he is. A huge doofus, sure, but so damn adorable.
Without an immediate response, he keeps going. “And then every time after that, ya gave me this pleased lil’ smile when I handed ‘em over. What was I supposed to do?”
“Tell me the truth?”
He shrugs and mumbles a childish, “I guess.”
You bring a hand back up to smooth over his jawline, staring at him as his gaze flickers between your own and the forgotten package of sweets. With each passing second, you feel adoration pumping through your veins. 
Squishing his cheeks together again, you peck a kiss to his puckered lips, to the tip of his nose, before finally telling him, “You’re lucky you’re so cute.”
Atsumu chases your lips, kissing you once more, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Ya think ‘m cute?”
With a roll of your eyes, you settle onto the cushion next to him, throwing your legs across his lap. Atsumu beams at your proximity and slings an arm around your shoulders. And, falling back into an old habit, he places the bag of candy in your lap. “You can have the rest of the blue ones.”
You pull two from the bag and plop one into his hand. “We’ll share. We’ve gotta make up for lost time.”
“Mm,” he hums, kissing your temple, “I guess you’re right.”
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forusomimiya · 10 months
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Atsumu moans like a slut. It's a fact.
He knows that his moans, high or low, create a swirl in your belly, reminding you of how weak you are every time you hear them. Inevitable to hear even though they are a perfect fucking melody, so well intoned, that when they enter your ear, they send a shock straight to your pussy and you, clearly, can only moan in response.
“Ahh darling... so tight you can't stop moaning every time you take me. So much - shit - s-so much you missed me? Huh?"
His moans have become long and drawn out, like torture, sweet torture. Your vision blurs as you find you can't concentrate and you stop resisting the beautiful guttural sound Atsumu sings in your ear.
"Mhmmm babe close... ‘m so - so close nngh shit- hah...so close to fill you up, make you mine... ’cause you want it, don't you? You - want me s-so, soo bad?
You nod, entwining your legs around his waist and urging him to pick up the pace before with a muted warning, making Atsumu to struggle to hold on to the squeeze on his cock, he knows you're cumming with him.
"Yeah - yeah that's it... cum with me pretty girl, remember who - fuck- you belong to. Sing it on my ears, ah~”
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kunizk · 2 years
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warning. loads of kisses, groping, slight public sex if u squint, over 22 characters
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atsumu miya loves every part of you, head to toe. tiny kisses pressed against your calfs, giving him a full display of your pretty red panties and your plush thighs. “tsumu..” he always thought your voice was so pretty, angelic too — hearing you whimper cry and moan
loving you had him on his knees, his kisses reached your thighs — his hands almost immediately grabbing at the swell of your ass “‘m taking care of you baby, yer’ tired from a long day. gotta take care of you don’t i” he mumbled against the skin of your stomach, nibbling and licking at some points
“so pretty for me aren’t you?” a chuckle erupting from his throat when you carded your fingers through his hair when he reached the valley of you tits and up ur neck. “it’s..not fair ‘tsumu” pulling him closer, arms around his neck and legs around his waist “wanna help too” you muttered, palming his through his shorts “how about we take this to the shower..” holding onto the underside of your thighs, lifting you of the bed and making his way to your shared toilet, though you both were in the msby’s shared apartment.. every little thing bounced off the walls and drilled in. kiyoomi wasn’t gunna be happy.
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mitsuyaya · 1 year
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hi !!! hehe, can i have angst #42 + atsumu miya :DD
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it's upsetting how fleeting promises are: the countless assurances, envisioning the future, longing stares and fits of giggles accompanying each and every childish claim – will be morphed into nothingness once the thrill expires.
“you told me you'd wait ‘tsumu, you promised.” tears that you've held back once you had seen the news (a devastating news about how the MSBY’s setter has been seen kissing someone) came pouring down, falling without intention of ceasing.
you tried to hold it in really, but when nights like this – devoid of outside noises, memories flooding your mind, your body searching for the familiar feeling you've missed – you can't help but think of all the times you spent with him.
how Atsumu would repeatedly tell you how much he loves you, compliments you in every single thing you do, how his eyes would only be fixated on you no matter how many people come his way, and how he vowed that even with this distance his heart will only call and beat for you.
it turns out all of it was just temporary.
“why can't you wait?” your voice sounded hoarse, like you're stuck in the desert with no water in sight, just like how Atsumu’s oaths are nowhere to be found.
“am I not enough? have I made you wait for too long?”
was the assurance you told him lacking?
was the distance between his work and yours really so far that he couldn't help it and find someone else?
or were you just that replaceable?
but to be honest, even with the anger and bitterness residing in your heart – “please come back atsumu.” – you can't still find it in yourself to let go of him completely.
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drabble ask game: closed :)
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natriae · 10 months
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DILF! Atsumu who meets you at his brother's Onigiri shop
DILF! Atsumu who comes in early to help with the ingredient shipment from kita to show of his muscles
DILF! Atsumu who makes constant sexual innuendos
DILF! Atsumu who brings you gifts everyday you come into work
DILF! Atsumu who tells you everyday while you prepare onigiri to quit and for you to live with him
DILF! Atsumu who on a particular bad day asked you to run away with him and you did
DILF! Atsumu who wears a swim trunks with a 3" inseam at the beach with you to show off his thighs
DILF! Atsumu who begs you to take off your cover up and show him the pretty bikini you wore under it
DILF! Atsumu who shocks you by telling you him and osamu are turning 47 this year
DILF! Atsumu who jokingly asks you to give him a show in your skimpy bikini
DILF! Atsumu who stayed sat and quiet during your lap dance once the two of you got back to the hotel
DILF! Atsumu who was stuffing hundreds in the tiny strings of the bikini for you
DILF! Atsumu who asks through his thick accent for you to marry him with a love stuck look in his eyes
DILF! Atsumu who got super excited like his highschool self when you said maybe you would let him marry you after your graduate college
DILF! Atsumu takes you on surpise trips with gift bags full of designer bags and expensive lingerie
DILF! Atsumu who you didn't let fuck you till after you graduated college just to tease him
DILF! Atsumu who spent the whole night just pleasing you not giving a flying fuck abt his hard on
DILF! Atsumu loves seeing you in white
DILF! Atsumu who had to pay his brother to not make you uncomfortable by asking abt your relationship at work
DILF! Atsumu who told osamu's kids to call you aunt y/n
DILF! Atsumu who had a soft spot of you and opened up about his dreams of always having children
DILF! Atsumu who finally got to put his dick in you on his 48th birthday and came like a virgin
DILF! Atsumu who models with you for magazines with your face hidden from the public
DILF! Atsumu who lets you and your best girl friend fuck as long as he gets to watch
DILF! Atsumu who got to hold his set of twins when he turned 49
DILF! Atsumu who purposefully wears tight t-shirts while playing with the kids so you see him as daddy and not just a dad
DILF! Atsumu with a super high libdo and accidentally gets you pregnant again
DILF! Atsumu who doesn't let you sleep in a separate bed even when you mad cuz he's absolutely smittin for you
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aowrites · 2 years
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cross my heart
╰► before y/n left japan, she made a promise to her ex, miya atsumu that she will give him another chance, if and only if atsumu gets in the national team. what will happen once they meet again? will she be keeping her promise or will she just sweep it under a rug?
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extras!
aran is the one who firgured out what was happening (last chapter), he’s the one who explained it to suna and osamu.
suna talked to mei, almost causing an argument.
the other team just asked if yn and atsumu are dating.
when yn went back to the court, they are already stretching.
komori is not that close to yn but they still catch up when they saw each other.
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taglist is open! feedbacks are appreciated. if confuse in this chapter, my ask is open. thank you. <3
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