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storytimewithnova · 8 months

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Our first Christmas Part 1 of the christmas special

shoyo's Pov

It was 2 days before chrismas eve which meant this would be mine and Atsumu’s first Christmas together first of many I hope but before i think about how wonderful our Christmas is going to be together i have to get the hard task of Christmas shopping done now what to get Tsu well when I look at him i think of him like my Shadow to my Dark my moon to my sun. So with all that in Mind i hit the jewellery shops Found a nice lady who was said she may have an idea in mind what i am looking for so she showed me A lovely necklace

She said you can tell your other half they are your world my eyes sparkled 🤩 this was it my statement gift for Atsumu

With atsumu he was with his brother third wheeling he had a similar idea to get a necklace and he got shoyo Engraved at the back was the works my sun shoyo also got Atsumu’s Engraved with my world it

He brought extra presents for atsumu some for Osamu and suna too then he headed back to the miya household to rescue his bf and he wanted cuddles

Sho:Tsu i'm home.

Atsumu:hey sunshine how was your shopping

Sho:successful i will say that much how was your day with Mu and Rin

Atsumu:Oh yeah fun watching your brother and his bf eating each other

Sho:how was your shopping.

Atsumu:like you successful also got an extra surprise

Sho:oh now i want Christmas to hurry up

Atsumu: patients my love for now would you like some hot chocolate and watch a movie

Sho:sounds like a plan

Time skip to Christmas with the 4 miyas

Suna and sho was up first to make breakfast the twins still a sleep suna turned to sho

Suna:yours still in bed

Sho:yep

Suna:So what did you get your one

Sho:a necklace that has my world engraved into it

Suna:cute i am curious why they got us

Sho:same this is our first Christmas together i love this family

Suna:same

Suddenly the twins came running down stairs to their respective Boyfriends

Atsumu: good morning sunshine merry Christmas

Osamu:good morning foxy merry Christmas

Both Rin and sho said:morning twins breakfast is ready

Both the twins said practically with heart eyes we love you

Rin and sho:we love you too

Rin: shall we do breakfast and presents

Osamu:sounds like a plan

They finished breakfast and suna and sho grabbed eachs hand and ran to the tree the twins smiled and followed

Sho:Tsu open mine first

Atsumu opened the present and saw a box he opened and and he saw the necklace

Atsumu:Aww baby sunshine this is lovely

Sho:read the back

Atsumu he turned it and read my World

Atsumu:baby sunshine i think great minds think alike

Sho:huh don't tell me you got me the same

Sho opens his present and saw a similar box which he opened and saw

Atsumu:flip it

Sho did and saw Engraved at the back my sun sho leaped forward and hugged Atsumu They continued opening presents and Atsumu said

Atsumu:i have one more present sunshine

Sho:huh what?

Atsumu grabbed the small black box from his coat while sho and suna were playing with the new puppy the twins brought

Atsumu:My baby sunshine LOML from the day i met you i knew then you were the one so i want to make you mine offically will you do me the honor of being my life partner

Sho:omg yes

Then rin and osamu clapped

Rin and osamu:👏🏻

Osamu:best first Christmas together ever and our family is complete

Suna:agree the four miyas chrismas

Sho:shouldn't that be five you forgot snowdrop

Atsumu:we would never forget her sunshine

Atsumu said as he kissed sho as he raised a glass and said

Atsumu: to our first Christmas together and the best Christmas as the the 4 miyas

The twins shared a kiss with their respective Boyfriends and hugged their brother's in law as they enjoyed the rest of the day

The End of part 1

The sponsor Christmas party

Atsumu just got off the phone with Kuroo who was telling him he will be hosting a sponsored Christmas party at his and Kenma's house and all the MSBY are going to be there so atsumu just told the same message back to sho

Atsumu:Honey bee we have to go to Kuroo’s and Kenma's they are hosting a sponsored party

Sho:Uh huh

Atsumu:honey bee you listen to me

Sho:to you always but darling we are not drinking right remember our no drinking rule

Atsumu:i know honey bee

They atsumu remember the whole MSBY are going to be there

Atsumu:honey bee the whole of MSBY are going to be there and when bokkun and kuroo get together

Sho:oh hell our no drinking rule is out the window i could call kenma to see if he can let us crash there

Atsumu:this is why i love you , you have a plan for everything

Sho called kenma and he agreed not with throwing a bunch of insults at his husband first naturally with kuroo saying

Kuroo:it's not going to be that bad kitten we are not kids anymore we know how to be responsible

Kenma:responsible right Go out back at tell that to cleo's grave then

Atsumu:Who's cleo

Sho:Kenma's calico kitten or was till kuroo let her escape she got hit by a car um ken ken still here you know

Kenma:oh shit sorry sho i will set the guest room up for you and atsumu

Sho:thank you kenken

So now they had that much figured out they looked at each other and said

Atsuhina:our no drinking rule is out so 1 or 2 glasses of wine won't hurt right?..

Problem is they have a low alcohol tolerance that is why they have the no drinking rule Time skip to the party everything was going smoothly then bokuto came up half drunk

Bokuto:if it isn't the they Miyas here have a drink

Sho:we're good Bokuto san

Bokuto:come on it's Christmas

Sho:ugh fine

Bokuto got atsumu and sho a drink and he said to sho

Bokuto:losen up my little student

Sho and atsumu drank and drank they were started to get drunk atsumu and one thing led to another X X X X X You can use your imagination i am not a smut writer back to the story anyway i am lazy so time skip to A Few months after the party It's morning sho woke up early feeling awful he felt sick he got up and ran to the bath room and started to throw his guts up atsumu heard him and came in

Atsumu:honey bee you okay?

Sho:must of been something i ate don't worry luv I'm fine

Atsumu was unconvinced while sho was thinking

Shoyo's thoughts 💭 morning sickness could I no I couldn't be maybe i sould get a test to be sure

Atsumu:honey bee are you sure you are okay you have been in there for awhile

Shoyo:darling I am anyway I'm going to the shop nesd to get a few things

Atsumu:okay honey bee are you alright to go because i can come with you.

Sho:honestly i am fine luv i just need to get some things for dinner tonight

Atsumu:okay oh honey bee Samu and Rin are coming home today

Sho:oh good thing i am getting extra ingredients actually may blackmail Rin to come with

Atsumu:of course honey bee anything you want

Sho kissed atsumu they shared I love yous And sho left to go to the shop and pick up Rin for moral support X X X X Sho pulled up and suna and Osamu's temporary flat and beeped Rin opened the door

Sho:get in hoe we are going shopping

Rin ran to the car and hugged sho

Suna:sis you look pale

Sho:thanks and there maybe a reason for that I woke up today sick as anything Rin me and Atsumu got drunk at that party one thing lead to another and you can guess what we did but that's not the point i think i am pregnant

Suna:omg have you told Atsumu

Sho:No i haven’t done a test yet i was thinking of doing one while we were out then dropping in to the hospital

Suna:omg yes i am going to be an uncle maybe

Sho:yeah maybe but i also have to buy stuff for dinner tonight as you and Samu are coming home i mean honestly thank god you are getting out that pokey little flat

Rin hugged sho again he was crying happy tears thinking he may potentially be an uncle they arrived at the shop Rin wanting to know if his brother in law is expecting got a test and took it immediately

Suna:now we wait

Sho:yep if i am you know remind me never go to another party kuroo throws again

The timer started to go off

Suna:well it's now or never to find out

Sho picked up the test and read it pregnant 2 months he fell to his knees crying Rin picked up the test and also read it the attscked sho in a hug and said

Suna:Let's surprise the hubby's

Sho:sure this will be interesting

So suna and sho started doing the food shopping and shopping for a surprise for atsumu and osamu to announce he was gonna be a dad and uncle sho was actually starting to get nervous now Then they started to head hom

Suna:do you want me to do dinner and you make the baby announcement box

Sho:thanks Rin

Sho started to make the box up of the test baby grow and two shirts one for osamu saying soon to be uncle and one for atsumu saying soon to be daddy sho place a ribon and with a little card saying too the miya twins and went to help Rin make dinner With everything set all they had to do was wait for their husbands to come home from work which should be any moment now The twins entered the house

The twins:honey bee/ love we're home

Sunahina:in the Kitchen luv

Atsumu came in first and saw his wife helping suna with dinner

Atsumu:Hey Honey bee what you making

Sho:onigiri and suna made ravioli Osamu came in and said

Osamu:sounds nice

Rin:and sho left you both a gift on the table open it while we work on dinner

Atsumu:okay we will go and have a look

They go to the kitchen table and see a box with a little card they read the card

What the card says

Hey boys i have a little surprise for you open the box

Osamu lifts the lid of the box and saw the contents they saw baby boots two baby grows and a tshirt with soon to be uncle and soon to be daddy then they saw the test suna revaled his soon to be uncle Tshirt as well which Atsumu saw he the looked at sho

Atsumu:Are you really

Sho:mhm that is why i was sick

Atsumu:omg omg this is the best christmas ever

atsumu kissed sho and osamu hugged sho

The twins:thank you for the gift Sho

The twins:merry christmas sunshine

Rin:merry chrismas my bestie 💓

The end of part 2

"Footprints of Love: A Journey with Triplets"

Sho’s pov

This is our first Christmas was a proper family not just that it was the kids first Christmas but somehow that day went by so fast and we are already in to new year We spent all of our time with the kids and family and by family it was basically me Atsumu and his twin Osamu and his other half suna and their kids we literally had a full house a mad house But we wouldn’t have had it any other way. The three of us, Atsumu, Osamu, and I, couldn't be happier with our beautiful children, Hina, Miku, and Yuki. Being parents to triplets was no easy task, but it was the best thing that had ever happened to us.

As the new year approached, we found ourselves reflecting on the whirlwind that was the past year. It felt like just yesterday when we first held our little bundles of joy in our arms. They were now one year old, already growing and learning so fast.

December had been a particularly special month for us. Not only was it the first Christmas for our kids, but it was also the first time we experienced being a proper family. With the house filled with laughter, joy, and the sound of tiny feet running around, we felt like our dreams had come true.

On Christmas morning, we woke up to the excited cries and giggles of our little ones, who were falling in love with the colorful lights and festive decorations around the house. Atsumu and I couldn't help but smile as we watched Hina, Miku, and Yuki open their presents with sheer delight.

The day seemed to fly by, filled with laughter, love, and the warmth of our family. Atsumu's twin, Osamu, and his partner Suna, along with their own children, joined us for the festivities. The house was bustling with activity, a true madhouse, but we wouldn't have had it any other way.

We had a grand feast, prepared with love by Osamu and Suna, while Atsumu and I took turns entertaining and playing with our little ones. The kids were overwhelmed with the gifts they received, and the joy on their faces was unforgettable.

As the night fell and the kids drifted off to sleep, we found ourselves cuddled up on the couch, basking in the love and happiness that surrounded us. The twinkling lights of the Christmas tree cast a warm glow, creating the perfect atmosphere to reflect on the wonders of parenthood.

On New Year's Eve, we gathered outside, standing in the crisp winter air, our breath visible as we counted down to midnight. We held each other's hands tightly, feeling an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the blessings that this past year had brought us.

As the final seconds ticked away, we kissed each other in celebration of the new year. We made a silent vow in our hearts to cherish every moment with our children and to create a lifetime of beautiful memories as a family.

The year had gone by in the blink of an eye, but our love for our children had only grown stronger. We were already looking forward to the adventures that awaited us in the coming year, and the joy that our little ones would bring into our lives.

As the clock struck midnight, we embraced each other, brimming with hope and excitement for what the future held. Together, we were ready to take on any challenges that came our way, knowing that our love for our children would guide us through.

And so, as the new year began, we held hands and walked into the unknown, confident in the love that bound us together. Our journey as a family had just begun, and we were determined to make every second count.

As the days turned into weeks and the weeks turned into months, our children continued to grow and thrive. Each milestone they reached filled our hearts with pride and joy.

Hina was the first to take her tentative steps, her tiny hand grasping on to the edge of the couch as she wobbled forward. We cheered and clapped, encouraging her to keep going. Miku was a born explorer, always curious and eager to explore her surroundings. Yuki, on the other hand, had a mischievous streak, always finding new ways to playfully tease his sisters.

Our home was filled with laughter, the pitter-patter of little feet, and the sound of our children's infectious giggles. Atsumu and I loved watching them interact with one another. Their bond as triplets was unbreakable, and it warmed our hearts to see how they looked out for one another.

With each passing month, it became more apparent just how different our children were from one another. Hina had a love for books, always reaching out for a story to be read to her. Miku had a talent for music, her little hands naturally finding their way to different instruments. And Yuki, the spirited one, had a deep interest in anything that involved motion—cars, planes, and trains fascinated him.

Weekends became family adventures, exploring local parks, going on picnics, and even taking the triplets on their first trip to the beach. Their faces lit up with wonder as their tiny toes touched the sand and the waves crashed against the shore. We built sandcastles, collected seashells, and Atsumu even taught them how to fly a kite.

As the triplets approached their second Christmas, we couldn't help but reflect on the amazing journey we had been on as a family. Time had flown by, but the memories we had created along the way were etched into our hearts forever.

This year, we decided to start a new tradition. We bought each of the triplets their own miniature Christmas tree and let them decorate it with ornaments they had made themselves. Their eyes shimmered with excitement as they carefully placed each decoration on their own little Christmas tree.

The house smelled of cinnamon and fresh pine, and the sound of Christmas carols filled the air. We bundled up in cozy blankets, sipping hot cocoa, and we spent evenings cuddled up on the couch, reading stories and watching holiday movies.

On Christmas morning, we woke up to the enthusiastic squeals of our children, excitedly running down the stairs to find presents waiting for them under the tree. Their eyes widened with wonder as they tore open their gifts, their laughter filling the room.

With each passing year, our love for our children continued to grow, and our bond as a family grew stronger. The moments we shared, both big and small, continued to shape us and bring us closer together. Our hearts were overflowing with gratitude for the incredible gift of parenthood.

As the years went by, our triplets grew into strong, independent individuals, always guided by the love and support of their family. The memories we had created during their first Christmas and beyond remained etched in our hearts, reminding us of the beautiful journey we had embarked upon as a family.

And as we sat together, hand in hand, watching our children chase their dreams, we knew that no matter where life took us, our love and bond as a family would always remain unbreakable.

As the years passed by, the triplets grew into remarkable individuals, each with a unique passion and purpose in life. Despite their different paths, their bond remained unbreakable, a testament to the unyielding power of sibling love.

After completing their respective education, the triplets found themselves back in their childhood home, surrounded by the familiar warmth that only family can provide. They had all achieved success in their chosen fields, but what truly mattered was the shared sense of contentment they felt whenever they were together.

One evening, gathered around the fireplace, the triplets reminisced about their journeys and the obstacles they had overcome. Tears of both joy and sadness welled up in their eyes as they realized the magnitude of their love for one another.

In that heartfelt moment, they made a vow to honor their late parents' legacy by dedicating themselves to making a positive impact on the world. They established a charitable foundation, aptly named "Footprints of Love," with the mission of providing education and support to underprivileged children worldwide.

Their dedication and resilience attracted attention and support from all corners of the globe. People from different backgrounds rallied behind their cause, offering their own resources and expertise to uplift disadvantaged communities. Together, they built schools, organized scholarships, and implemented programs that brought hope to countless lives.

The triplets' story spread far and wide, inspiring others to create their own footprint of love. Their selfless acts not only transformed the lives of those they directly reached but also ignited a chain reaction of kindness and compassion.

Years later, as the triplets watched their own children play around them, they couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. Their parents' legacy lived on through the immense love they had sowed.

The heartfelt ending to their story was not just a conclusion but rather a beautiful beginning, one that would continue to touch hearts for generations to come. Through their unwavering love and dedication, the triplets had proven that no obstacle is insurmountable when fueled by love and unity.

And so, "Footprints of Love" became a timeless symbol, reminding humanity of the incredible power that lies within each of us to make a difference, to leave a lasting impact, and to create a world where love and compassion prevail.

#haikyuu #atsuhina #osasuna #the4miyas #fluff

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bicsbec · 9 months

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The Underlying Unspoken (ao3 link)

The Miya household was, in a word, loud.

Laughter and muffled conversation could be heard from outside.

The second they stepped through the threshold, Atsumu seemed to switch gears, falling back into something well-worn and comfortable—and completely foreign to Kiyoomi.

"Kaa-san, 'm home!"

Somewhere distantly, a woman's voice came.

"Welcome home! Kitchen, darlin'."

Atusmu kicked off his shoes and hurried along barefoot, dropping his bags next to his discarded shoes. Kiyoomi watched him disappear into the house, leaving him somewhat lost. He didn't want to be rude and not greet his host, but he didn't want to be rude and leave a mess right at the entrance.

The conversation was reinvigorated inside the house, the accent he was so used to hearing getting thicker around the edges, like Atsumu was relaxing his vowels.

Kiyoomi shuffled off his shoes, tucking them neatly together and sliding them next to Atsumu's.

"Sakusa-kun! Who'd've thought," Osamu said a tad too loudly, startling Kiyoomi. "Where's Tsumu."

By the way he was leaning on the wall and the Sapporo in his hand, Kiyoomi thought Osamu was perhaps tipsy or lightly drunk.

"In the kitchen, I think."

"Well, drop that shit," he gestured to his bags. "Come on in. KAA-SAN!"

"KITCHEN!"

"TSUMU BROUGHT YA SOMETHIN'."

Kiyoomi felt his face warm realizing he was Atsumu's something. That was why they were visiting, but it didn't make his stomach swoop any less.

Kiyoomi realized that there were other voices aside from the twins and their mother, but they were out of sight.

He tried to distract himself from what felt like walking his own funeral procession. His eyes caught on the walls and the frames that filled them.

Ribbons and MSBY articles on best plays and a few select scandals starring the one Miya Atsumu. Kiyoomi thought it strange to frame those, but it seemed oddly fitting. The other frames were mostly of the twins growing up.

He could tell which one was Atsumu by his eyes and the dimple that showed up in his side smirk, which he apparently had since birth by the looks of it. Rambunctious and messy and warm, that's what those photos told Kiyoomi.

That summer had been sticky, the watermelons sweet and refreshing. That middle school tournament had been the one, the one that hooked Tsumu on volleyball. That festival had been boring for the kids, but Miya-san held her boys' shoulders like there was nothing possibly better to do, like she'd been looking forward to that one day off with her sons.

The walls told Kiyoomi of a family, a proper family. Messy and loving. It's beginning and progression and the expectation of continuation.

And then he was in the kitchen, the Miya-san before him noticeably older than the one on the walls, but still the loving mother with the kind smile and warm eyes.

Atsumu was leaning on the counter with a lazy smile, an it's-so-damn-good-to-be-home smile, turned toward her, his focus entirely on her and the questions she asked.

"What's Samu on about? Sayin' you brought me somethin'."

"I dunno, Kaa-san. Samu says alotta shit."

"Deliverin' one MSBY outside hitter," Osamu piped in. "Do I hafta do the rest for ya, Tsumu?"

"No, scrub. That'll be all."

Atsumu's eyes fell on Kiyoomi, who was standing oh-so awkwardly in the kitchen door of that well-worn, well-lived kitchen, and his smile widened, that stupid dimple making its appearance. They had practiced and scripted and memorized how they were going to do this.

Kaa-san, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. You've met him at the last Christmas gala. We've been dating for sometime and I wanted to formally introduce him to you.

Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. Your son—

"Kaa-san, this is the love of my life. I believe you’ve met already."

Kiyoomi was drawing blanks.

"T-that's not w—" Kiyoomi fumbled. Readjusted. Refocused. Bowed. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. Your son is the idiot I'm in love with."

Miya-san looked between them for a second, the smile on her face spreading.

"I like 'im, Tsumu," she said brightly. "Please treat my idiot son kindly, he's gen'le like that."

"Kaa-san!"

Miya-san laughed. "Come on in, Sakusa-kun. You look stiff as a board standin' there."

Kiyoomi walked in, one leg out in front of the other. Atsumu chuckled, holding out his arms for Kiyoomi to walk into.

"There, Omi-Omi. The bandage's been ripped. Breathe," Atsumu said half-mockingly, running a soothing hand down his back.

Kiyoomi simply slumped into him, drained beyond belief. No screaming, no shouting, no think of the family. Just a smile and joke.

"You stayin' the weekend, Sakusa-kun?"

Kiyoomi stood up and turned toward Miya-san in the cage of Atsumu's arms. It felt so natural, like they had been in that kitchen before many times over, asking the same question, giving the same answer. "Yes, ma'am. If that's alright."

"'Course it's alright! Fair warnin', though, we're a rowdy bunch. You seem like the quiet type."

"He ain't so quiet when—"

Kiyoomi dug his heel sharply into Tsumu's foot.

"I'm sure that's no problem at all, Miya-san."

"So proper," Miya-san giggled, patting his cheek. It took all his self control not to make a face or pull away. "Cute."

"Kaa-san, Omi's too polite to say it or he really wants to suck up to ya, but either way, don’t touch his face. He's got a germ thing."

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," she said, yanking her hand further back.

"Can I go wash up, please?"

"Bathroom's the second door to the right," Atsumu said, pushing him toward the entrance.

Kiyoomi nearly had a heart attack as he heard Miya-san's fading voice ask Atsumu, "A germ thing? How'd you manage to even sleep with 'im?" Which was quickly followed by Atsumu's cackle.

It turned out that the other voices in the house were Sendai Frogs' Suna Rintarou and Red Falcons' Ojiro Aran. Kiyoomi knew that they had known the twins back in high-school, at least. They were part of Inarizaki's team back then.

"Samu's cooking ain't shit next to this," Suna said, immediately grabbing at an onigiri ball before Miya-san had finished setting the plate down.

"Don't fill up on balls alone, Rin," Miya-san scolded. "Dinner'll be done in a bit. Come and help, Samu."

"Yeah, Rin," Atsumu said, winding up for a joke, making sure his mother was out of earshot. Suna was already rolling his eyes. "If you're gonna fill up on balls, best it be Samu's not Ka—."

Osamu hit his brother upside the head as he passed on the way to the kitchen.

Atsumu just chuckled. "Since when are you fussy about fuckin' Rin?"

"I hope Baachan gets here just as you're saying some shit like that," Osamu said.

Ojiro chuckled, shaking his head at the scene, like it was something he was intimately familiar with.

He caught Kiyoomi staring at him and smirked. Kiyoomi felt more like a witness than a part of the group, but he'd never minded that. It seemed Ojiro wanted to remedy that.

"How'd Sakusa Kiyoomi end up with our Tsumu anyhow?"

"Hard to say," Kiyoomi shrugged. Atsumu perked up at the sound of his name.

"'Cause I'm a charmer, Aran. Easy as that."

Ojiro ignored him. "He's a slob—"

Yet surprisingly fastidious.

"—short fused—"

Passionate. Single focused.

"—obnoxious—"

No objections.

"—and far too cocky for his own good."

Charming.

"Do you even like me, Aran?" Atsumu whined, kicking the leg of Ojiro's chair.

Ojiro shushed him and regarded Kiyoomi, waiting for some form of explanation.

Kiyoomi thought about it for a moment. "He grows on you," he said finally.

Ojiro cracked a smile. "I think he's a keeper, Tsumu."

Dinner was unsurprisingly delicious. Osamu had clearly picked up his skills from his mother and the two of them working together did wonders.

Kiyoomi watched Atsumu throughout the meal, his uproarious laugh, his barely there table manners, how he made crude jokes just to get a reaction out of Ojiro, his easy banter with every member of the table. It was still his Atsumu, but something about him seemed unhampered, like being home dislodged something in him. Kiyoomi sat quietly beside him, endeared by the way Atsumu kept playing with his foot under the table.

"So," Miya-san said somewhat ceremoniously, taking over the conversations at the table. "Because this is Sakusa-kun's first dinner with us, it's time for embarrassin' stories. He must be briefed on all he's missed out."

Atsumu groaned, putting a hand over his face, but he still wore a smile.

"Being his teammate for a few years, I already know plenty, Miya-san."

"Thank you, Omi," Atsumu said, relieved.

"But I could stand to hear a few more."

The men around the table chuckled, gearing up for their tales of Atsumu's misfortunes. Atsumu held a hand to his chest, feigning offense.

"So this is what betrayal feels like."

The conversation around the table grew louder as the night went on. Laughter and fists pounding the table rattled out of the dining room, competing with the cicadas outside.

"Sakusa-kun, didja know the one with the bar an' the backflip already? It blew up on Twitter," Osamu said eagerly, leaning forward on the table. His cheeks were a splotchy red, his eyes almost as bright as Atsumu's. Kiyoomi couldn't have fought off the smile on his face if he'd wanted to.

"Yeah, I know that one. I took the video."

"Fuck, yeah," Suna said loudly, in drunken approval.

"Wait, are you serious?" Atsumu cut in.

"Atsumu, you had insisted that someone had to record you," Kiyoomi said, recalling how Atsumu had jostled his shoulder until he pulled out his phone. "You said, 'Omi, watch this, look.' And then, 'No wait, record it. Come on. Don't be a bitch'."

"Sounds like 'im," Osamu said.

"Then you stood on the bar—"

"I know—"

"You tried to do the back flip—"

"Yes, Omi—"

"—kicked the bartender in the jaw—"

"Omi—"

"—fell flat on your stomach, and looked up and asked, 'Did ya get it?'"

The table roared with laughter. Atsumu playfully shoved Kiyoomi.

"I mostly remember havin' a bruised everything the next day."

"The Jackals can no longer set foot in the establishment or until your contract is over."

"Sounds right," Suna chuckled. "We once got kicked out of an arcade 'cause of these two. I got it on video, too."

"Oi, it's Tsumu stories not twin stories," Osamu nudged Suna.

"Actually, I've got most of their fights on my phone," Suna lit up, like he'd just remembered.

"Do ya?" Miya-san asked, intrigued.

The twins went rigid. "NO."

"He's kiddin', Kaa-san."

"He's drunk."

Kiyoomi chuckled. He'd spent hours agonizing over how this weekend would go, how he had to show Miya-san that he was a good fit for Atsumu, put his best foot forward. He never realized that Atsumu had been serious when he told him to not worry.

The Miyas were drastically different from the Sakusas. They were teasing and loud, lively, present. It was an unspoken warmth Kiyoomi had never witnessed before. It was weirdly welcoming.

"Omi."

"Hm."

"Omiii."

"Shh." Omi's hand flew back at Atsumu, smacking him in the face, an undignified sound escaping his throat. "Quiet."

"Oi," Atsumu started to shake him.

"What. What," Omi turned on his back, squinting up at Atsumu.

"Mornin', hot stuff," Atsumu grinned.

"I'm going to strangle you."

"Save the foreplay for later, Omi. My gran gets here today, so get the fuck up."

That seemed to do the trick, because Omi's eyes widened before he was nearly sprinting out of bed.

"What time is it?" he asked, frantic.

"Ya still got time," Atsumu waved a hand dismissively.

"You are fully dressed, which inspires zero confidence," Omi said, turning to scramble through their bags.

"Fair," Atsumu muttered to himself.

He watched Omi stumble to the shower with his clothes precariously gripped in his hand, looking absolutely frazzled and adorable. Atsumu leaned back in bed with a satisfied sigh. It was so fucking good to be home. It was even better now that he got to bring Omi with him.

He hadn't been worried about his mother meeting Omi. At the gala she had told him that out of all his teammates, Omi was a perfect gentleman. Meian didn't count (Meian had a wife, Meian did his own taxes). She'd been impressed more by Omi's age than by his manners.

"He's your peer?," she'd asked him. "Not your senior?"

"Nah, Kaa-san, ya can't date him."

She'd giggled and smacked his arm. "Tsumu! That's not what I meant."

His gran, however, made him worry. To the point where he'd woken up early, helped Samu with breakfast, retouched the yard, and taken a shower, all the while feeling an itch in the palm of his hands that didn't let him sit still.

But there was no need to worry Omi with all of that until it was absolutely necessary. And Gran would be arriving in under an hour, so Atsumu thought it was necessary.

It wasn't that his gran was homophobic or anything. Thankfully. She adored Suna. The man was her third grandson, maybe even her favorite grandson. She was, though, scrutinizing.

And as much as Omi had been raised under a magnifying glass, he was unsettled by his gran's high standards for her grandsons.

It's not like it would matter, really. Omi was it for Atsumu, as prickly as the bastard was. It was as simple as that. Gran not approving would only mean annoying family reunions where Omi would get the perpetual stinky eye from the old woman. Nothing to worry about.

Atsumu's hands itched.

"Osamu, step up here," Gran pushed a stool beside her, handing the boy a peeler. "Atsumu, fetch me a bowl."

Whenever Gran looked after them, they always worked on projects together. Gran said they were surprises for their mom for when she got back from work. They would clean their rooms or tidy up the genkan or bake like they were doing now.

Atsumu dutifully handed her the bowl and cleared out the counter so she could work more comfortably.

"You boys are special, y'know?" Gran started as she mixed the dry ingredients together. "You're the reason yer mom smiles, the reason she tries, you’re her happiness."

Gran nodded firmly, like these were reasonable statements and not like she'd told them that they're the reason their world spins. Because they both knew, without ever having to say it, that their mom was their world. It was a natural fact.

"That's that," Gran said. And that was that. The rest went unsaid, but known. Decidedly, if she could help it, Gran would move a mountain and hang the stars for Atsumu and Osamu, if it meant their happiness. They were her greatest treasure, in a way that a daughter could never quite be. Their mom was happy through them and Gran would propel that happiness forward, as much as she could, however she could. And she did.

After his shower, Omi seemed far more composed. His eyes were still flitting around, and his hands were fidgeting, but he seemed to be reigning it in. Atsumu knew he could do this.

His palms were itchy.

"Tell 'im it won't be that bad, Samu."

Osamu was smirking like a dipshit, watching Omi pace.

"Why should I? Ya made Rin so nervous, he almost sat up straight," Samu said, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, but Rin's my friend, too. I was just fuckin' with 'im."

Samu shook his head, about to be the most stubborn bastard alive—

"You'll be fine, Sakusa-kun," he said easily. "'S long as Baachan thinks this prick is yer reason for breathin'."

Omi stopped pacing, arms slacking at his sides. "I'm fucked."

"Omi!"

Samu could only laugh. Bastard.

Lunch was ready when they heard Gran arrive. Omi was in high stress, becoming increasingly fussy. He had already pulled on a disposable mask and was carrying his hand sanitizer in his pocket. At the sound of the door opening, Atsumu watched Omi reflexively squeeze more sanitizer into his palm.

Omi had insisted that they'd have something to say with his mother, some preamble to, "Hey, this is my boyfriend." Atsumu had gone along with it to soothe his nerves, but he'd known he'd throw their script out the window immediately. With his gran there was no preparation.

"Just be yourself. Trust me."

Omi had straightened in his chair then, nodding.

"I can do that."

He didn't look so confident now. Their mom was trying to distract Omi in the kitchen, helping her set up for lunch. Atsumu was clearing the dining table as they heard Gran's shuffling in the genkan.

Gran was led in by Rin, holding onto his arm for the simple joy she got out of it. Atsumu could sense the steel bar lodged in Omi's spine from across the room.

"Baachan! How was the ride over?" Samu wandered over, scooping her up into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squeezing tightly.

"It was fine. Rintarou still remembers how to drive," she chuckled.

"I didn't even crash that time, Baachan," Rin said in his defense.

"Coulda fooled me. Now, where's my grandson?" Gran asked, pulling away from Samu.

Atsumu stepped in, swinging her around once. "Baachan!"

She giggled in his ear, patting his shoulder. "Put me down before ya kill me."

"Ya ain't delicate," Atsumu said, setting her down. He turned to find his mom leaning against the kitchen door watching Omi look somehow more of an awkward fuck in the hallway.

This time, Atsumu stuck to the script. Springing surprises on Gran hardly ever went well. "Baachan, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. We've been datin' for a while and I wanted him to meet ya."

Omi bowed deeply. Atsumu resisted the urge to bonk him in the head.

"Why? Are ya planning on marrying him?" Gran asked, her eyes following Omi as he stood straight again.

"Baachan."

"Hush, I'm messing with ya."

"It's an honor to meet you, Aoki-san," Omi said firmly. The side of his mouth was probably twitching. Omi had learned to fidget comfortably in front of people without them ever noticing.

"Could ya," Gran mimicked a pinching and pulling down motion. "I feel like I know ya."

Omi pulled down his mask, still keeping his distance. His face was controlled and calm.

Gran's eyes widened. "Tsumu, have ya lost yer mind!" She smacked him upside the head. He heard Samu snickering from the kitchen. "He's yer teammate!"

"And roommate!" Samu supplied from the other room.

His gran proceeded to berate him, going on about how he was risking his career and his homelife and what the hell were you thinking and do you realize how reckless that is, but gran could talk his ear off all she wanted. He had already thought of that, had already weighed his options, had already calculated the magnitude of how this could fuck him up. He'd tortured himself before settling in his feelings, he'd done the work.

And he knew it was the right choice. He knew it as his fingers knew how to flex for a set and he knew it when he turned to see Omi's shoulders relax and a soft smile reach his eyes.

"And you, young man, must be just as insane," Gran turned her reprimands on Omi.

Omi startled slightly at being addressed by her.

"I guess I am," he said. His smile didn't fade.

Gran grinned in turn. "Good."

And that was that.

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"Omi-Omi," Atsumu poked at his thigh with his foot. Kiyoomi was sweeping their common area and Atsumu always planted himself on the small couch "for the view."

"What."

"I was thinking of visiting my ma for a weekend. Y'know, before the season starts up again."

"Sounds nice. Lift your feet up."

Atsumu pulled his legs into the couch, crossing them under him. Kiyoomi leaned over, crouching to get under the couch.

"I was wonderin' if you'd like to come. Like, home with me."

Kiyoomi stopped sweeping to look at Atsumu.

"You sure?" The last time Kiyoomi had his parents over for dinner, they had almost made Atsumu bust a valve in his tolerance gauge with their prodding and condescension. The whole meet-the-parents thing wasn't their strong suit.

Tsumu leaned up to catch his lips, dragging him down to sit on the couch. He pulled away with a smile.

"Yes, I'm fucking sure, Omi."

He gave Tsumu a skeptical look.

"Kaa-san already met ya, wanted to scoop ya up all for herself, and Samu'll be there. Ya might have to worry about Baachan, but it'll be nothing like dinner."

"Right," his heart started to pick up. He could feel the disaster incoming. Tsumu kissed him again, chuckling into it.

"Don't start," he said against his lips. "You'll get fussy."

Kiyoomi scrunched his nose, pulling away, hands pushing at Tsumu's thighs.

"I don't get fussy," Kiyoomi said stubbornly, leaning into Atsumu's hand as he played with his curls.

"Sure ya do. It's cute, but it's shit for yer nerves." He tugged lightly at his hair. "They'll love you, ya bully me and keep me in line. They'll be swooning."

Kiyoomi couldn't help his snort. Atsumu lit up at the sound. "Sure, alright. I'd love to meet them."

And that was that.

#haikyuu fanfiction #sakuatsu #ao3fic #the underlying unspoken #haikyuu!!#miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #writing #fanfiction #complete version #3.5k words #bicsbec

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nekomawrites · 2 years

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pairing: atsumu x reader

genre: right person, wrong time

cw/tw: time skip stuff, breakups, mild angst, reunited lovers, not beta read we die like real men here

If there was one thing that you knew, it’s that Miya Atsumu would always be a constant in your life. He had a presence that demanded attention, accompanied by a confident smile and eyes that screamed trouble. He isn’t someone that is easy to forget, let alone completely avoid.

You knew this, and you treaded very carefully whenever Atsumu would try his charm with you. During your years at Inarizaki, you made an effort to set boundaries between the two of you, brushing off his attempts at flirting. He’s just like that to everyone, you’d excuse. But at some point, you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to be with Atsumu.

Thinking back on it now, you chuckle at yourself. Your question had been answered, after all. You gave him one chance, and he had never once let you down. Contrary to belief, Atsumu was never a bad boyfriend. In fact, he was a really great one. Attentive and charming, supportive and always proud as hell of your accomplishments. So, what exactly happened?

Time, really. You were pursuing a degree in Tokyo while he was chasing his dream of being a pro volleyball player in Osaka. At first, you both tried to make things work. Yeah, the distance was a pain, but you believed that you could manage. You both were very understanding of each other’s schedules and supportive of each other’s respective dreams, but it became too much. The further you got in your academics and he into his career, the less time you had for each other. Phone calls were scarce, countless date nights rescheduled, and at some point you both had just stopped trying. You were entering your final semester and he had broken out as a star player for MSBY. Your priorities were no longer to each other or your relationship anymore, but to your dreams.

“I think we should break up.” Said Atsumu one night. You were both back home in Hyogo, him having a break in his training and you having just ended your first semester into your third year. Atsumu had prepared for the worst. He was ready for you to be angry and upset, he was ready for you to scream and curse at him and even for you to cry and never want to see him again. But the last thing he expected was for you to agree with him.

“Yeah, I think you’re right.” You nod, turning so you face Atsumu, a sad smile on your face. You can see the tears gather in the corner of his eyes, and you’re sure you have your own as well.

“I love ya, y’know?” He says, his voice wavering as he pulls you close to him, his lips finding place on the top of your head. Taking a deep breath, you nod, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. If anything was true, it was that you both loved each other dearly and that would never change.

“I know.” You reply, savoring the feeling of him. “And I love you, so, so much ‘Tsumu.” He has to choke back a sob at the nickname.

You broke the embrace first, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand as you tried to keep it together. Even though this was amicable, it still didn’t hurt any less. Giving him a watery smile, you lean forward and give him a soft kiss. Atsumu knew you, and he knew what each of your kisses meant. This is the one you’d share whenever you two had to leave each other for a while, only this time it’s permanent. This is you saying goodbye.

“You’re going to go back to Osaka and kill it. You are going to be a household name, Miya Atsumu, I just know it.” Your smile nearly killed him. He didn’t want to break up with you, but he couldn’t keep letting your relationship be put on the back burner. You were it for him, and he had thought that you two would end up together. Maybe in another life, he thought bitterly.

“I’ll see you around, Atsumu. If you’re ever in Tokyo, don’t be a stranger, okay?” Atsumu chuckled. You really were the best person, weren’t you?

“Okay.”

“I don’t care whose fault this is, but it’s a PR nightmare, and I need you to fix it.” You say into your phone.

“Isn’t that your job, kitten?”

You groan, rubbing your temples with your fingers. You could already feel the oncoming headache.

“My job is to make sure all of Japan’s national athletes behave during the next couple of weeks, your’s is to make my life easier.” Pausing, you let out a sigh. “Kuroo, if you could please get this taken care of, I would really appreciate it.” You say softly.

“Enough to go on a date with me?” Asked Kuroo. You could feel him smirking through the phone, and you had half of a mind to strangle him. But before you could chew him out, Kuroo chuckled.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I’ll get this taken care of. You know I have your back.” You smile, your body relaxing at Kuroo’s reassuring words. Even though he could be an ass about it, Kuroo did always have your back in the toughest of times.

As you bid your goodbyes, you ungracefully flopped back into your chair. If you knew 5 years ago that you’d be managing an entire country’s public image, you probably would’ve had a stroke. Yes, you loved your job. You enjoyed making friends with the most talented athletes in the country. However, they were all children, which made your job infinitely harder. You were, essentially, a glorified babysitter. You are in charge of all of their social media presences, along with monitoring their behavior in the Olympic village and keeping them in line. There was a reason you constantly had a bottle of Tylenol on you, after all.

“Um, [L/N]-san?” Your assistant, Haru, called, poking her head in your office. Turning your chair, you faced your assistant, still in your slumped position.

“Yes?” You ask, not even bothering to sit up.

“Coach Hibarida is here.” She said, causing your to jump up from your unprofessional position. Standing up from your desk, you smoothed out your clothes. Haru gave you a thumbs up before guiding Coach Hibarida into your office.

“Hello, Coach Hibarida, it is so nice to see-” You pause, watching as several people trail right behind him. Well, people would be a bit of a stretch. Greek gods would be a more appropriate description.

“-you.” You finish, trailing off as Haru gives you a panicked expression. You silently dismiss her, giving her a reassuring look.

“I apologize about this [L/N]-san, but I thought it would be best if some of the newer players came to meet you personally.” Hibarida said sheepishly, giving you a polite smile. Withholding the urge to sigh, you nod instead. From your few interactions, Hibarida is a kind man, and he wouldn’t generally impose unless there was an underlying reason. Great, you think. He has troublemakers.

“That does make sense.” You say. Turning towards the athletes, you give them a once over, noting the track suits that all of the athletes wore. Hibarida gave them a look akin to a fatherly scolding, causing them all to stiffen and bow politely. You offer them a bow in return, noting the amount of players in your office.

Seven. There were exactly seven players that would now be added to your “Problem Child” list.

“My name is [L/N], [Y/N], and I am in charge of Japan’s image during the Olympics. Basically, I have to make sure you behave yourselves while you’re here.” You surmised. “If you have any questions, please feel free to ask my assistant, Haru, or myself.” You add, watching the men awkwardly shuffle in front of you.

“Truthfully, all I ask of you is that you stay out of trouble. We don’t need a scandal like Team USA did in Rio.” You say, causing the men in front of you to nod vigorously. God, you would hate to be that person that had to deal with that mess.

“With all of that being said, I will be rooting for all of Team Japan this year and wish you the best of luck on your matches.” You add enthusiastically, giving the athletes a smile. This seemed to break them out of their awkward stupor. The shortest of them, a young man with orange hair and tanned skin, gave you a dazzling grin.

“It’s nice to meet you, [L/N]-san! Thank you for taking care of us!” He said, bowing out of respect. You smiled.

“No need to thank me, I’m just doing my job.” You dismiss. “Let’s make Japan proud, yeah?” The man next to the orange haired kid beamed, pumping his fist in the air and letting out a cheer of excitement. Coach Hibarida gave him a warning look, causing him to stop his mini celebration.

“Thank you, [L/N]-san, we will be going now. I promise that I’ll try and keep these boys under control.” Hibarida assures. You guess that he’s trying to be comforting, but it did little for your nerves. You could tell by the energy that this group of athletes were different than any others you had met, including the skateboarding duo you met the other day.

“It was nice seeing you, Coach Hibarida. Good luck this year and let’s go for the gold.” You encourage, causing a few of the athletes to grin and high five each other. As Coach Hibarida and his athletes started to walk out of your office, you leaned back against your desk, drafting a quick message to Kuroo.

“Ya really made it, huh?” A voice spoke, causing you to jump. Looking up, you were met with a familiar face. His hair was styled a bit different and you could tell that he was starting to actually use toner, but you would never forget him even if you wanted to.

“Yeah, it seems I did.” You say, glancing over Atsumu’s appearance. His facial features were more defined, sharper even, and you could tell even underneath the standard track suit that he was even more muscular than the last time you saw him (which was unfortunately the night of your breakup 5 years ago). But his eyes, they still had that glimmer of well earned confidence and mischievousness. It was still Miya Atsumu, just a few years older.

“Looks like you made it too.” You say lightheartedly, hoping to ease the tension. “I mean, the Olympics. It doesn’t get much better than that, right?” You say, but Atsumu just looks at you with that soft expression of his. It’s the same one that always made you weak in the knees. If only you knew what was going through his mind right now, then you’d know that he regrets breaking up with you, he regrets not trying more, he regrets not having you with him. Most importantly, he misses you. Not the idea of you, or even the support you gave him, but you.

“I think you should go, Atsumu. Your team is probably looking for you and I have a meeting with another coach soon.” You say, shifting uncomfortably underneath his gaze.

“I still love ya.” He says. It’s not an impulsive thing or even nostalgia, Atsumu is stating what he feels. His confession makes your heart skip a beat and your stomach twist all at once. You could cry but also punch him in the face. That’s just what he does to you, that’s the affect he has always had on you. And even if you wanted to, you could never hate him for it.

“What are you doing to me?” You whisper, looking towards the ceiling as if you’d find an answer. A million thoughts started racing through your mind. Why now? You were never one to believe in fate, but you did believe in Atsumu. You always have, even now. Sensing your apprehension, Atsumu walks towards you. He can see just how much you’ve changed within the past several years. You’re still the same person that he loves, but God damn did time do you justice.

“Tellin’ ya that I’m a damn fool.” He chuckles, his face now just inches away from your’s. “And maybe, earnin’ a date?” He says, cupping your face so you now looked at him. You had to suppress a shiver underneath his gaze. Even though you’re definitely tough, there was just something about Atsumu that made you weak in the knees, even now.

“We’re here to work, Atsumu.” You remind him, making him pout. You chuckled, resisting the urge to tease him for his childish behavior

“How ‘bout this: I get a service ace in the first match, then I come over to yer place.” He offered, flashing you a small smirk. You roll your eyes at him, but smile nonetheless.

“Fine.” Atsumu has the brightest smile on his face, and he has to hold back from picking you up and kissing you. You have no idea why you agreed to his childish deal. Maybe it’s because you know that, deep in your heart, Miya Atsumu will always be your person. Try as you might, you two will always find your way back to each other.

“But after your match on the court,” You start, leaning forward so your lips were right by his ear.

“You should be ready for a match of our own.”

#miya atsumu #atsumu #atsumu x reader #haikyuu #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu!!#msby #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader

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bokutosworld · 3 years

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home sweet home | hq boys with their kids!

character/pairing: msby black jackals boys with their kids - hinata, atsumu, bokuto, sakusa!

wc: 1.5k words, pure fluff!

summary: when they finally get a much-deserved break from volleyball, there's nothing that the boys want more than to spend time with their little ones. but what do they do if you're not around for the day?

a/n: inspired by my fave korean show the return of superman! i just cant stop imagining how the boys would be like if they were left on their own with their kids<3 hehe

part two with schweiden adlers trio here!

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HINATA SHOYO He wakes up feeling warm. When Hinata opens his eyes, the first thing he sees is the sight of his adorable son laying peacefully on his chest. He brings his hands to ruffle his messy hair, the little boy pressing his cheeks closer to his father's body. It's been a long time since Hinata felt relaxed in the morning, and he honestly thinks that he could stay in this moment forever. But after a few minutes, he finally gets up and stirs the little boy in his arms awake.

"Dad? Where's mom?" Seiji asked, his bright, inquisitive eyes mirrored Hinata's own and he felt proud that his son took after him. He explains that you were off to your parents' house for the weekend and this makes the five-year-old pout. Despite looking a lot like him, Hinata knew that Seiji was a mama's boy and, though he wouldn't admit it, sometimes felt jealous that you were hogging all of his son's attention. So he was over the moon to have time alone with the boy.

"But don't worry! The two of us will have a great all-boys weekend," he declares. All of a sudden Hinata lifts Seiji over his head and places him on his shoulders. The little boy then got excited, starting to loosen up and laugh as they ran out to the living room. "Wow, look at that, Seiji, you are flying!"

With his dad's hands carefully holding him tight, Seiji felt safe and extended his arms in the air as they playfully circled the house. When they got tired, the two boys collapsed on the sofa. Hinata reached over his to mini-me, wiping some sweat that has formed on his forehead, "Are you hungry now? What do you want dad to make for breakfast?"

Seiji looks up at his dad expectantly, waving his fists excitedly with a big smile on his face, "Can we do that again?" And Hinata happily complies, already looking forward to a great father-son bonding.

MIYA ATSUMU "Papa, can we pwease go to Uncle Osamu's shop today?"

This was the third time Atsumu heard the request from his daughter. The four-year-old has taken a strong liking to his twin, and while Atsumu mostly finds this endearing, he wonders if she likes Osamu better than him. He takes the little girl from her sitting position on the floor and sets her on his lap, brushing some strands of hair that have fallen.

"Aya, do you like Uncle Osamu more than me?" As if on instinct, the little girl shakes her head. Worried that she might hurt herself, Atsumu cups her cheeks to stop her movement, but only to be shocked to see that tears are threatening to spill from her doe eyes. Shit, he thinks. "Okay, darling. Don't cry." He brings her to an embrace in an attempt to calm her down. "Let's get you ready, huh. We'll ask free food from Uncle."

When the door to Onigiri Miya opens, Aya immediately goes to Osamu's side, slipping past the counter and running to his open arms. Osamu lifts her up, "Hello there, little girl. Do you want to cook with me today?" She beams and nods her head enthusiastically, waving a hand to her dad who was standing by the door. "Hey, 'Tsumu. Just take a seat wherever, we won't be long here!"

This was the fourth time this week that they have been to his brother's shop. At this rate, he might as well have Aya sleepover with Osamu and let her spend time with her cousins. He opens his camera and takes a selfie, along with a message that he sends to you. Back at Uncle Osamu's again. She loves food just as much as you, it reads. He hears a bell coming from the kitchen, followed by a pitter-patter of footsteps. When he looks up from his phone, he sees Aya running towards him holding a plate with a small riceball on it.

"Papa, look! I made it for you," she excitedly tells him. Atsumu is touched by the gesture, taking the plate to place it on the table and tacking his daughter in a hug. He peppers her cute face with kisses and Aya is giggling, her laughter fills the Onigiri Miya shop. Osamu smiles and takes a photo of the father and daughter.

"I'm so happy, Aya, thank you." Before Atsumu eats it though, he makes sure to take a photo of her masterpiece. Our little chef made this, he proudly captions it before sending it to you.

BOKUTO KOUTAROU When you left Bokuto alone with your two kids, he was confident that he can handle them on his own. But boy, was he wrong. The whole house has been turned upside down with the seven-year-old Naoki jumping all over the place, and the two-year-old Suki crying on her baby chair. Not to mention their golden retriever barking to add to the chaos.

Sighing exasperatedly, Bokuto approaches Suki first, taking her from the chair and swaying to calm her down. He's having a staring contest with the dog, Tama, as his eldest son continues to wreak havoc. Then an idea pops up in his head.

"Naoki, what do you think of taking Tama out for a walk?" The playful boy stops in his tracks, turning slowly to look at his dad. Bokuto moves closer to him and grins. He knows how the young boy has always wanted to walk the dog, only you were opposing in fear that he might let go of the leash. But Bokuto has complete trust in him, and if things go south, he could always chase the dog. He crouches to his son's level, looking at him in the eyes, "We'll keep it a secret from Mom. What do you--"

Before he could even finish his statement, Naoki was already putting on the dog's collar and leash. Bokuto smiles and walks to the kids' room to change Suki's clothes. He pulls out a baby pink dress and carefully dresses his daughter. He also pretties her up, tying her hair in two ponytails with pink ribbons. When they finish getting ready, the trio proceed to walk in the park.

He notices that Naoki is much more behaved and more mature this time, thinking that he definitely looks the part as an older brother. Feeling much more at ease, Bokuto walks with a spring in his step, subtly bouncing the little girl who is strapped to his chest. Suki giggles at his father's actions, and he can't help but kiss her forehead.

"Hey, dad," Bokuto hears Naoki quietly call out to him. He sees the big smile on his son's face and feels like a proud dad. "Thanks for letting me walk Tama." Oh, you bet he was going to brag to you about today.

SAKUSA KIYOOMI Sakusa and his six-year-old daughter, Shiomi, were currently taking a vacation at your parents' house. As much as you wanted to come along with them, work held you up and you had to send off your daughter and husband, wishing them a good time in the countryside.

It's been three days and the little girl has been enjoying time with her grandparents. Sakusa could feel his heart warming whenever he watches her helping her grandmother doing household chores or when she is sitting in the garden and reading a book to her grandfather. He knows how you never want to miss a moment of your daughter's life so he sends you random snapshots and videos throughout the day.

He was lounging on the tatami in the living room, a book in his hands, when Shiomi came running to him. The little girl tugged on his hand, "Papa, come with me! We're planting a tree!" Completely smitten by her, he puts down the book and goes along with her to the back garden.

Shiomi helps him put on some gloves and hands him gardening boots. "Wear these so your feet don't get dirty!"

As soon as he wears them, the two of them proceed to get their tools and start working in the garden. Time always seem to pass quickly when one is having fun, and before Sakusa knows it, they have planted three sprouts of trees and sowed vegetable seeds in the family garden. He glances at Shiomi who is still full with energy, her eyes shining as she proudly looks at her work.

Sakusa hurriedly takes out his phone. "Honey, come here." He beckons her, and removes his glove before wiping a towel to her face. "Let's show Mama what we did today."

Shiomi goes to the other side of tree, pointing at it before displaying the widest grin. Sakusa sets the front camera and their faces are shown on the screen. With the biggest smiles on their faces, he takes a photo and sends it to you, the caption reading: We missed you. Planting is fun!

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fluff #haikyuucreations #hinata x reader #atsumu x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #hq x you #haikyuu!!#the way my title doesnt make sense but ofc we wont talk about it

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tsumuniri · 3 years

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━━ WHEN THEY’RE GETTING A PUPPY

✏︎ GENRE ━━ fluff

✏︎ CAST ━━ k. bokuto┃a. miya┃k. sakusa┃s. hinata

## this is during the post-timsekip btw !! so- MSBY HOTTIES <#3 tbh this is kinda trash bUT HEY

。KOTARO BOKUTO

"but they're all so CUTE, Y/N!"

"kotaro, we can only buy ONE puppy."

( bokuto would immediately think of buying the whole pet store as soon as you both walk in. knowing bokuto, he would definitely do that when he has the budget, and you don't want to sweep up doggy poo all day. with an earnest look on your face, bokuto sadly obliged with your orders and quietly apologized to the little puppies barking his way. )

"Y/N, lookie here! this dude might be the one for me." bokuto grinned widely, his eyes filled with such excitement like a child in a candy store.

“that's actually a dude-ette, kotaro."

“dude, dude-ette, they're still cute either way!"

you both played with the puppy for a while and worked on the adoption papers after. you bought supplies and had to stop bokuto from buying all the toys for your newly adopted pet.

。ATSUMU MIYA

"tsumu, we've been planning on getting a puppy for a long time now. so please, can we already decide on one?"

“i'm trying to look for the right one, Y/N!"

( you both wanted to get a puppy as an addition to the 'miya family, and so the gods answered your prayers by giving you a chance to adopt one at the local pet store a family member of yours owns. however, the journey of adopting a cute puppy halted for a moment due to your boyfriend being an indecisive ass jk person. )

“this one." atsumu stopped in front of a cage as he stared at a young golden retriever sleeping soundly in a corner.

“the quiet one? he looks so cute!"

“don't i have a good eye?" atsumu held his chin high smugly.

little did you two know, this little one was only replenishing their energy for the chaos to come back at the miya household.

。KIYOOMI SAKUSA

"i can't believe we're gonna do this..."

"come on, kiyoo! look at them staring at you with their puppy eyes!"

( sakusa never really thought of getting a puppy. whenever he'd visit his nephews and nieces, their dog would jump on him and lick his face all over like a lollipop. this sort of occurrence made the male cringe in disgust as he thinks of the saliva accumulating on his poreless skin. so why did he hesitantly accept getting one of those dirty little rascals? his girlfriend of 5 years wanted a puppy for her birthday, of course! )

"kiyoo, dear! look!" you gasped in awe, picking up a small short-coated corgi.

"now, that's... something."

your attention shifted over to your significant other, smiling from his awkward expression as you knew he was only doing this for your sake. "thanks, sakusa-kun." you spoke out.

sakusa hummed in response and turned his head away. "no need to thank me, Y/N." he murmured, not able to look you in the eye without getting flustered over the adorable sight of you and the undeniably cute dog.

。SHOYO HINATA

"we're choosing this one, Y/N."

"i ain't gonna back down from you, shoyo!"

( in the busy streets of tokyo, you both found yourselves in an alleyway with a box of abandoned puppies. hearts quickly shot by cupid's arrow, the two of you wanted to give each of these lovable beings a home to be loved in. of course, one of the homes being the comfy apartment you two are currently living in. however, hinata wanted a different puppy than what you were thinking. so here you guys are, having an entertaining argument about which dog to choose. )

"hinata."

"Y/N." his brown eyes stared at your E/C hues with such intensity as yours. even if they'd have to stand there for a hour, hinata would hold onto this puppy like his life would be at risk.

you never broke his gaze as you held the puppy you want in your arms. "gosh dang it," you soon gave up when you realized his determination of getting this puppy didn't falter at all. "fine, we'll take her. but we're giving this cutie boy to natsu, okay?" you sighed out in defeat.

hinata cheered in victory and bent down to take the whole box, "now, let's give these puppies to kageyama-san and the others!" he chirped.

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blueberrysunflowers · 2 years

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[msby version]

bokuto: akaashi and i are the superior duo.

bokuto: if i run and leap at him, he will definitely catch me in his arms.

bokuto, hinata & atsumu: bet.

bokuto, hinata & atsumu, running towards the court: INCOMINGGG!!!

akaashi, dropping his clipboard to catch bokuto: oi! don’t do that!

kageyama, swooping in to catch hinata right before he hits the ground: what the fuck, dumbass

osamu, throwing his water bottle towards atsumu at full force: i think the fuck not

#haikyuu #incorrect haikyuu quotes #incorrect quotes #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #hinata shouyou #kagehina #bokuto koutarou #msby #life in the msby household #akaashi keiji #bokuaka #miya osamu #miya atsumu

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alicemitch09writes · 3 years

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(un)loving miya atsumu

fourteen.

loving miya atsumu

Dear Atsumu,

I hate how much your face is the first thing that comes to mind when I think about the word - ‘happiness’ and ‘love’. Happiness, because it radiates off your bones, no matter the situation, in court when up against strong opponents, thwarting plays with a setter dump or when you’re up serving, or when pulling off nasty quicks with your brother or any other player, off court when you fight with Osamu over the last ice cream at the convenience store, when you share a stupid joke with your dad, or even when you’re with the people you care about. Love, because you do everything with just the right to too much amount of love, pouring your everything in it, pouring your heart in the things that make you happy may it be volleyball, Osamu, your family, Mika- not a single wasted opportunity to convey your love and happiness. Nobody compares the way you do.

You’ve set a standard for almost everything, which is why you expect nothing for the best to be at the receiving end of both happiness and love.

I hope you know that to me; you are the embodiment of both happiness and love. Because I really hate how you remain the embodiment of these two words I have difficulty expressing.

Your name literally translates to 'to devour' and in a sense, you are someone who happily, readily accepts love and happiness on a daily basis, allowing it to fill you up to the core and share it with everyone.

You are everything that is everything – the sun after a stormy day, the sunshine in my veins, the kiss of the wind against my skin, the light to my darkness, my sunflower. You are everything to me, and to you, I offer, my whole heart, which you don’t have to worry returning, because it’s yours. Always has been.

- (Y/N)’s letter, 1 out of 13

"MIKA!" launching yourself at your big sister, engulfing in a hug, the two of you laughed. Breaking away, you held your older sister an arm's length, taking her in. "You're home! You're here!" The excitement was evident in your tone, a bit of confusion as well, at the joyful arrival of your big sister.

"Just thought I'd surprise you!"

Frowning slightly, you ask again. "But how about school?"

"I'm on break!"

"Alexander and Pien?"

"The family's currently on vacation in Spain," sensing another question coming, she furthers. "the parents were the ones who arranged this trip, because they know it would mean the world to me and I would never want to miss my little sister's big day."

The grin on your face softened, engulfing your sister into a hug again. "I'm just so happy you're here,"

"Me, too."

Despite everything that went down, before anything else in the world, this was your sister – your best friend by design. After months apart, talking to her virtually for a year, having her in person was such a delight. Seeing her home was probably the best graduation gift you could ask more.

Swaying into your hug, relishing in the feeling of her touch, Mika slowly opens her eyes, seeing the twins, finally remembering that they weren't alone.

"Oh, no! I'm so sorry!" dropping the hug, she turns to the twins. "Atsumu, Osamu, hello!"

"Welcome back, Mika-nee," says Osamu.

"H-Hey Mika-nee," Atsumu stutters.

Something unsettled in your belly, coming at a screeching halt at the reunion. You could feel Osamu's eyes on you. Balling your hands into fists, you swallowed that ugly feeling, wearing a smile on.

"Shall we head inside?" Nobody seemed to notice the slight crack in your voice, which you were thankful for. Lowering your head, your eyes easily found your graduation pin, a reminder.

Atsumu, however, seemed out of it. Even in the presence of his first love, he didn't seem the least happy to see her. In fact, he almost looked, dare you say, troubled.

While the three of you were taking off your shoes, the house filled with joyous noises from both families, you turned to the blond-dyed teen worriedly.

"Atsumu, are you alright?"

Is he alright? How was he supposed to feel? Mika was right there! Mika, the person he's been in love with since he was 9. Love, right? She's always been his standard, the perfect girl for some just as perfect as him. Boyfriend be damned. Mika was there. Mika was here. Shouldn't he be happy?

"Atsumu?" At the sound of your voice, he worked on a feeble smile, worrying you even more.

Snapping out of it, he quirks his lips up. Before you can say another word, his grandparents come barrelling down the hall to greet you three.

Atsumu's smile was worrying.

"How I've missed Japanese food!" Mika gushes at the table, eyes bright at the food on display – especially at the seafood, care of your uncle (of course).

Laughing, the twins' father turns to her. "What's wrong with Dutch food, Mika-chan?"

Aside from sushi, there was an assortment of dishes like tempura, sauteed vegetables, salad, grilled meat, roast beef and chicken, and two cakes. With a feast like this, calling for the occasion, it was enough to water anyone’s mouth.

"It's alright, but kinda bland." they laugh at that.

You sat next to your sister, Kaoru on your other side. Across you sat the twins, Atsumu directly in front of you. Catching his eye, he quirked his lips up – smile seeming forced.

Your mom was all smiles, lifting her glass up. “Well now, let’s make a toast to our graduates!”

"To our bright and wonderful children!” your uncle seconds, joyfully, loudly. “To Atsumu, Osamu, and (Y/N)! Cheers!"

"Cheers!" Everyone was clinking their glasses against each other before digging in.

The adults were usually doing the talking, exchanging pleasantries about this and that, while the youngins were on a world of their own. It only made sense why the (extended) table was divided into two – young and old.

Lifting his gaze, Atsumu could see you chatting up with his grandparents, a pleasing and polite smile on your face. As his grandma was sharing about her newest hobby, you were wiping Kaoru’s face clean, much to the younger boy’s displeasure.

“Atsumu, I hear you’ve been scouted by a pro-league?”

Suddenly called by Mika, he was suddenly on the spot. Normally, he would preen, just to keep those bright (e/c) eyes on him. When in truth, he wants another pair of eyes on him.

“Oh, uh…yeah, that’s right.”

“Pfft, what kinda energy is that?” booms his dad’s voice, ringing throughout the room. “Give it more life, Atsumu!” Beside him, his mom pats her husband’s arm, smiling per usual, but had a loving look in her eyes.

“What team are you joining?”

“MSBY Black Jackals,” he replies, staring at his plate. “they’re based in Osaka.”

Atsumu still remembers the day you approached him, shared with him how a scout agent had approached you first, then asked for Atsumu’s contact information. He was so over the moon after you told him that.

“Oh! So it’s close by!”

“Yeah.”

“That’s nice, you don’t have to worry about university and just continue doing what you do best. I’m jealous.”

Atsumu works on a faint smile, happy to hear it.

You watched the whole exchange from the corner of your eye, taking a bite of sushi before washing it down with soda, swallowing down the lump in your throat as well.

“Nee-san,” something pat at the corners of your mouth, Kaoru grinning. “your mouth was messy!”

Smiling, you could only pat his head in gratitude. “Thank you, Kaoru.”

“And how about (Y/N)-chan?” the Miya’s grandmother asked you suddenly, bringing the attention to you.

Now at the center of attention, you set down your plate. “Um…I’ll be studying at Hiroshima University.”

“Hiroshima! That’s four hours away from here?” whines the twins’ mom, to which your uncle and mom shrugs easily.

“Well, it was her decision.”

“Waseda was also in her list, but she opted for Hiroshima University.”

Nearly choking on his drink, the twins’ father turns to you. “Wa-Waseda!?”

“Dad, calm down!” Atsumu berates, embarrassed. Beside him, Osamu just helps himself to another serving, handing his grandfather another, too.

“Don’t underestimate Waseda, Atsumu! That’s one of the most prestigious schools in Japan!”

Atsumu knows that very well, because you told them about it. Just that…

“Well, she didn’t pass.” Huffs your uncle, but goes on to explain rather excitedly. “So she went for the next big thing – Hiroshima University!”

“Dad, didn’t we already tell you this?” Osamu frowns, rice sticking to his cheek. “We also told you she passed the exams.”

Their dad deflated at that, scratching at his cheek. “A-Ah, eh…you know your old man, he’s getting old and his memory’s failing him.” Everyone in the table laughs, even young Kaoru!

“Still, Hiroshima’s a long way from here, (Y/N)-chan,” their grandfather turns to you. “Why not join Osamu at Kobe University? Or Atsumu in Osaka at Kansai University?”

Shrugging, you reached over to refill his glass. “I wanted a change of pace, I guess. Also,” sitting back, you brushed strands of hair behind your ear, exposing your conch piercing. “I had a bit of epiphany when we had our class excursion there.”

The adults smile at your words, Mika, most especially.

“Well, I know you’ll do well there which is why we want you to have this,” from his pocket, the twins’ grandfather produced three envelopes – for you, Osamu, and Atsumu. To say that the three of you were shocked would be an understatement. “Here,”

Ever so carefully, the three of you took the envelope with both hands.

“Go on, open it!” says their mom excitedly, recording with their phone.

“OH MY GOD MOM, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING US!”

“Open, open!” their grandmother clapped her hands excitedly, sharing the same sweet smile as her husband.

Glancing at each other, the three of you seemed to share the same idea.

“On three?”

Nod.

“One,”

“Two,”

“Three!”

Outside the window, the wind blew, sending a draft it in (L/N) household. One glance and you were greeted by a world painted in pink hues, blushes of nature come in falling petals – spring has come alright.

In your subdivision, there was only one cherry blossom tree that was planted in the playground just behind your house. At the epicentre of your neighbourhood, like a heartbeat that connected each household to its beating. When spring comes, it blooms, shedding off its petals, scattering against the wind everywhere – for everyone to see.

A chance to bring spring into their homes, to enjoy moments like these without having to worry about leaving. Like a hanami at home.

“Ohhh.”

“…we got money.”

“Granny, Gramps, thank you so much!”

“Use the money wisely now!”

“I’m jealous,” Mika tells you, watching the twins. “you three got to share moments like these, have been for years. But now,” her smile falters a bit. “you’re off on your separate ways. Will you be okay?”

Your big sister will always be your best friend, one deigned to you since you were born and because of blood. But having friends of your own was another story, especially worth noting just how quiet you can be, which is why when they moved to Hyogo and were introduced to the twins, it made her feel settled. The three of you were inseparable, always together, a bond she envied.

At this point in your life, there was no denying the consequences of growing up.

“We all have our own different dreams and ambitions, so it’s only normal that we chase after it.” Taking a sip of your drink, your eyes catch on Osamu. “Osamu’s not as ambitious as his brother, but he’s just as competitive – especially when it comes to his future and happiness.”

“True, but a shame that he’s not going pro like his brother, they would be such a team!”

It would, years of watching them grow together was enough of a testament. The most powerful twins in volleyball.

“They’ll always have volleyball and each other. But when it comes to happiness, that’s another story.” Recalling Osamu’s soft gaze on the finished onigiri he made, the tale he shared afterwards. “Osamu’s happiness in with cooking and food.”

Humming, Mika takes her own drink, sipping in.

“And the thing with Atsumu is that’s he’s always looking forward, never once settling on the past knowing that it will hold him back. In fact, he’s always looking ahead that he tends to forget what he’s doing in present time.”

“It sounds like he’s taken to heart your club motto, huh? ‘We don’t need memories’.”

It was such a powerful motto – moving and inspiring all at once. From the moment your eyes saw Inarizaki’s banner when you were young to the moment you became manager, that motto has stuck with you the most. You love that motto, love its implication and even took it by heart.

“We can’t always be ruled by our past after all.” You set your drink down. “How else are we going to move forward?”

Atsumu stared at the ceiling before him, having given up tossing and turning for the past few hours. After the third hour, he threw in the towel – he was restless, unable to fall asleep from everything that’s happened today. It’s as though he found himself at an impasse – unsure of what he’s been holding on to, unable to comprehend how he should feel with everything going on.

Mika was home. Feelings he’s had for her…surfaced. He thinks. Atsumu broke into a sigh, sitting up, he was a mess.

Suddenly, he heard rummaging from below him, muted light glowing from below.

“’Samu?” he called out.

“Ah, shit.” Osamu craned his head, meeting his eyes. “Sorry, ‘Tsumu. Did I wake you?”

Shaking his head, Atsumu noted that Osamu was dressed up. “Where’re you headed?”

“Out.” He pockets his phone and wallet away.

“By yourself?” When his brother shakes his head, Atsumu shifts from his spot, asking again. “With whom?”

“…with (Y/N).”

Atsumu was silent for a while, coming to realization how Osamu sneaks out a lot in the past. It shouldn’t be a question and should be easy to tell who he usually hung out with late at night.

“Can I come?”

Osamu’s blinked at that. Atsumu waits, hopes. He watches as his brother looks at his phone, then back to his brother. Eventually, he exhales through his nose, wearing a half-smile as he nods slowly.

“Yeah, come on.”

Smiling, Atsumu feels excited as he gets down from his bunk and quickly changes. Following his brother's lead, ever so quietly the twins trudge out of the house, careful not to make any loud noises (which honestly, they shouldn't even bother for everyone in their family were heavy sleepers), door closing shut behind him. It amazed Atsumu how his brother does it all with practiced eased.

Spring evening was chilly, biting at his skin, nipping his nose. Good thing he thought of putting on his hoodie.

Together, the twins head out their house, bypassing their gate and turn, towards the (L/N) house next door where a figure waited.

Dressed in an oversized hoodie that stopped by your mid thighs, gazing up at the night sky in thought, in waiting.

"Yo, (Y/N)."

Lowering your head, (e/c) eyes widened slightly once realizing your best friend didn't come alone. At this, Atsumu raised a hand in greeting.

"Hey, (Y/N). Mind if I tag along?"

You shrug easily, standing to your full height. "Sure, why not."

Spring night was cool and crisp, biting almost – remnants from winter’s past.

Three teens walk along their quiet neighbourhood, cruising along houses for some few blocks until reaching a brightly lit establishment just next to the main road.

Upon entering the store, the cashier – a smiling, tired-looking woman, nods at Osamu and you, eyes shining in familiarity. A recurrence, it seems. Despite the wee hours of the night, the stillness of the silence, bright lights flooded the establishment with a multitude of goods lined up, budget meals prepped and ready, everything seemed liked a sight for any customer.

Following after Osamu, the two cruised through the aisles, his brother grabbing some chips and a seasonal onigiri, the twins nearly towering over. Reaching the end, he felt a chill, realizing he was by the frozen section, with you eyeing the selection with pursed lips.

"Aren't you full from all the food we ate earlier?" Atsumu laughs, standing next to you.

"Lest you forget, Osamu has a black hole for a stomach. I'm on my period, so I have cravings." Saying this, you stare at the selection of ice cream.

"How about curfew?" You were such a stickler for rules, this was so new to him.

Shrugging, you picked up strawberry and chocolate brownie. "Osamu and I sometimes pass off as adults. Plus, this neighborhood tends to be complacent when it comes to curfew."

He smirks. "So you're using that to your advantage, huh? Smart girl."

Your only reply was bumping your shoulder against his, putting the strawberry ice cream in his hands. Which he decidedly takes.

Over your meals, the three of you share laugh, meals, and talks. Unable to help himself, and taking a page from his mother, Atsumu takes a selfie to commemorate the moment, uploading instantly to his social media.

To any other bystander – or whoever sees Atsumu’s selfie, it was nothing more than a teenage hang out with your childhood friend and brother. Rather picturesque of perfect innocence, measured smiles, occasional banter highlighted only by the lights of the sleepy convenience store, saturated by the spring evening.

A moment that sent a lurch down each of your hearts at the knowledge that moments like these were numbered. Caught up in the moment, Atsumu desperately wished for time to freeze, wishing his life was always like this.

Nostalgia filled the night, between childhood friends – like that year of silence meant nothing. It was enough to choke Atsumu, bring him to tears with how much he's missed this. Memories from his past painted into his present with bright hues and ink, he wanted them to stay, etched on his skin - unready to have them washed away when the morning comings.

Late-night snacks ended up with the twins sneaking their game console to the (L/N)'s household, talks continue even as you three were playing video games until the wee hours of the morrow, filled with more talks that piled conversation over conversation, talking as though they had a clue – leaving you all breaking into fits of silly laughter.

Just as you landed second in Mario Kart, Osamu conked out first.

"I swear, he sleeps like a fucking log," Atsumu says, watching you carefully set Osamu's head on your lap, patting his head gently.

Smiling softly, you carefully take the blanket you snuck and tucked him in, and yourself, too. Atsumu stood to turn off the console and the TV, filling the room in darkness. However, the glow from the moon outside was enough to illuminate the living room.

"You'll be heading off to Hiroshima, right?" he whispers, reaffirming the question thrown to you earlier that day, you nod. "Wow,” sitting next to you, on the edge of the sofa, he settles in. “big step."

"I figured that I'd like to open my horizon, have a new pace."

Atsumu remembered the peaceful look on your face when they had their class excursion there, smiling at the memory and a bit on the history of the city.

"Like a fresh new beginning, huh?"

Nodding, eyes beginning to droop, Atsumu carefully brings your head to his chest, falling back. "Like you...you'll be off to Osaka...for MSBY Black Jack'ls" you slur. "Osamu's staying here..."

Humming, he brushes away hair from your face, listening to your voice against Osamu's snores.

"You seem t'be doin' fine," he almost laughs at how thick your Kansai was when you were on the brink of sleep. "'ve always been." Taking an inhale, through your exhale you say, "you don't need me, Atsumu, you never have." and then you slipped off to sleep.

How he envied the friendship you had with Osamu, the one thing that connected you both in the first place. Taking your left hand in his, fingers slotting together, scarred fingers touching against each other, he noses at your forehead, lips a hairsbreadth away from your skin.

“Oh, you have no idea just how wrong you are, (Y/N).” lips pressed the lightest kiss, the moon and the stars as his witness. “I’ll always need you.”

You must've heard him in your sleep, because you were smiling, adorably. It was the last sight he saw before Atsumu slipped off, as well.

Dawn broke out slowly, as it always did in Hyogo, light streaming, searching almost for signs of life in the living room. With the sun slowly making its way up, light follows upwards, eventually finding three bodies knocked out in the living room - sleeping rather awkwardly with two boys sandwiching a girl, peaceful, lost in silence. Somewhat, it was a familiar sight.

Waking up to the smell of breakfast, Atsumu woke with a start, blinking wearily as he took in his surroundings. Right, he snuck out with Osamu and stayed over at the (L/N)’s.

Lifting his head, a ghost of a smile found its way on his face when a mop of (h/c) came to view, your hand still in his. Strands of hair littered your face, which he quickly swept away, causing you to stir.

"Good morning, sleepyheads!" a cheery voice greeted from the kitchen. "Hope you like pancakes!"

Fresh out of bed, with her hair in a messy bun with an apron on was Mika, she looked pretty, adorable even. Atsumu should've been happy by the sight of this, captivated even. But he felt nothing.

At the mention of pancakes, Osamu sleepily lifts his head, in alert, eyes still pinched close. Slowly, you rose from Atsumu’s chest, having used it as a pillow last night, rubbing at your eyes.

“Mornin’ (Y/N),” he laughs.

Blinking your eyes open, with the sight of Atsumu in front of you, between his legs, realizing your sleeping position from last night, instantly your face heated, darkened. “A-Atsumu! A-Ah…Um…G-Good morning…” folding his legs back, he did a stretch, Osamu slowly coming to beside you. “Did you sleep well? Does your neck hurt? Your back?”

Your concern was honestly adorable – like your morning self, it made his heart warm.

“No worries, I slept great!”

True to his word, the rest of the morning went swimmingly over heaps of pancake and another selfie.

“I fear you’ll be taking after your mother in that aspect.”

“Wow, selfie whore.”

“SHUT IT, ‘SAMU!”

After breakfast, the twins had to head back home, to greet their grandparents while you started packing. When lunch came, the twins were back – freshly changed and all. At the sight of them, your mom couldn’t help gushing that ‘it takes me back!’ to which your uncle laughed at heartily, welcoming the boys in before they both left for work.

“Oi, Kaoru what’re you doing?” Osamu asked, watching how as your brother stood on a dining chair he grabbed, pushed it against the wall as he reached up, tying something by the window.

Squinting, you asked. “Is…that a teru teru bozu?”

“Yep!” he smiled, letting the doll face outside, getting another balled-up doll from his pocket. “Nee-san’s birthday’s in a few days, don’t want it to rain then!”

“Kaoru, aren’t you a little too old for superstitions?”

“I’m only 13!”

“Yes, but there’s no scientific proof that they prevent rain from coming. Plus, it’s spring, it’s not so hot of a season for rain to fall.”

Miffed by your explanation, he turned, nearly toppling over had he not righted himself quickly. “You don’t know that, nee-san!” Kaoru hopped off the chair, pouting at you.

“Yeah, what the brother boy said!” Atsumu seconded.

“Better safe than sorry!”

You could only sip on your drink in reply, hiding the smile. Osamu gave you a funny look, amused.

“Plus, it has to be sunny on nee-san’s birthday! We’re going to-“ before Kaoru could finish, Mika appeared, slapping a hand on his mouth.

“Hey, how about I make us pasta for lunch?”

Instantly, Kaoru’s face brightened. “Yay, pasta!”

“By the way, (Y/N),” she calls to you. “Reiki’s coming over with the pizza you like that his friend makes, the spinach one and garlic shrimp?”

At the mention of the aforementioned pizzas, your lips quickly quirk up. It was so hard to find those specific flavors around Kobe, the last time you had them was probably before Mika left. Thankfully, Reiki, being the social butterfly that he was, knew a lot of people.

“Your boyfriend has my many thanks,”

Mika laughs, making you realize a little too late on the words that left your mouth. Sliding your eyes to Atsumu, you were surprised to find that he seemed relatively fine, cordial even.

When Reiki came with the pizzas later, pasta ready and waiting, you all feasted, but not before Atsumu insisted on a selfie with everyone.

“I swear, you’re turning to Ma and it’s scaring me,” Osamu tells his brother with a disgusted frown.

“Watch your mouth, ‘Samu that’s still our Ma!” Atsumu angrily bites off his pizza. “Is it so wrong to capture moments frozen in time!?”

“Wow, that was a rather poetic way of saying it,” you noted, nodding your thanks at Reiki would gave you two slices each of the pizzas.

“Come on now, let’s not fight!” Reiki says calmly, undeterred by the twins. “Let’s just eat, yeah?”

A long-distance relationship seemed to work fine for your sister and Reiki. Clearly, distance makes the heart fonder with how lovey-dovey they seemed. A peek over at Atsumu, and you’d half-expect him to go batshit crazy. But no. If anything, he seemed perfectly fine.

“Atsumu, do you have a minute?”

As Atsumu walked off with your sister, you could only watch, lips quirking into a smile. For some reason, you felt fine with that, too.

It was probably when they first moved to Hyogo that Atsumu’s eyes fell to Mika, the ever-smiling, ever-kind oldest daughter. There were plenty of reasons to like her: she was pleasant, polite, pretty, smart, athletic, and kind. For years, Atsumu has always set her as his standard for his ideal woman, even assured himself that he was at her level (which shouldn’t be so hard, thanks to his genetics).

For the first time in the forever, he thought of finally confessing to her his feelings, that chance that he’s waiting for so long.

And yet, as the two enter the backyard, the door sliding shut behind him, Atsumu turns to Mika, with a question that’s been burning on to the back of his head for a while now.

"Why did you do it?"

"Huh?" Mika looks up in surprise, letting go of the door handle.

"Why'd you to talk to him?" Atsumu felt his patience running thin, anger building.

Mika's perfect face falls into confusion, exposing the cracks underneath. This was clearly not what she intended to talk about, but Atsumu didn’t care, he was leading this conversation now. Honestly, it feels like he’s finally seeing her for who she really is – for the first time, the rosy lenses he had of her were torn away.

Him, being their dad.

Pressing her lips together, a fist to her mouth, contemplating on her response. "...I just...I wanted..."

"A connection?" he finishes for her, an educated guess.

Mika nodded. "He's still my dad, you know? I just thought...I could get to know him..."

"And that hurt (Y/N) in the process," Atsumu threw out, rather impatiently, almost accusingly. "did you know that?"

Pain crosses over her face, bleeding through from her eyes down to the upturn of her lips, hands fisting on her chest.

"Maybe you wanted a relationship with him,” shaking his head, he thinks of you “but not (Y/N)." Of all his memories with you, one where he's caught your eyes on their dad, feeling his stomach twist at the longing in your eyes, hurt him the most. You may have had your uncle, but having your own father was a different thing. You told him that Mika was studying psychology, he couldn’t help but think how ironic that was.

"I'm not perfect, Atsumu."

Atsumu scoffed. "Don't I know that?"

He was an older sibling himself. Older by five minutes, he was still regarded as the oldest, has as much responsibility despite that minute difference.

"Older siblings aren't perfect," Mika says. "We make mistakes, we hurt people, even our siblings." She very clearly wanted to discuss something else, something that clearly wasn’t this. But now that Atsumu’s taken control, she felt herself lose rights.

"Did you tell him about our graduation?"

Mika fell silent, mouth pulled into a line.

That was enough of an answer.

Atsumu tried to imagine how the young you must have felt, the horrors you had to face, to witness, how your young, impressionable mind just paused and came to a screeching halt, to a horrible realization of how fucked up everything was now - he could only feel immeasurable pain, choking him. When that happened, did it also take away the life and spark in your eyes? The joy of life?

He loved his dad very much, his dad was one of the best men in his life who always encouraged him and Osamu to pursue their dreams, always at the frontline for them, and loved his whole family. Had he done what your dad did, he would also feel just as crushed. What he did was inexcusable – to you, to Mika, to your brother, to your mom. Scums like him didn't deserve a second chance.

"I can't believe you did that."

Without waiting for her to reply, Atsumu walked back inside the house, back to where his brother and you were.

Late at night, you stare up at the ceiling, hugging ‘Inari’ – the fox plushie given to you by the trouble children – close to your chest. Mind filled with thoughts, just swimming over you.

Earlier, Atsumu had walked back in the house, the same worrying smile from a few days ago, eyes losing its usual luster. Yet, he assured you that it was nothing, ruffling your hair affectionately.

Mika then walked back in the house, all smiles – but even she had a weary looking smile. Before you could approach her, Reiki rushed to her side and the two scurried to the kitchen. Thankfully, Kaoru, hadn’t picked up on this, busy trying to beat his two nii-sans in Smash.

Shifting your head to the side, to where Mika’s bed was, your sister was dead to the world, deep in her slumber – peaceful and calm. Lifting yourself from your bed, covers dropping, ever so carefully you dropped your feet to the cold floor. Still hugging Inari, you walked away from your bed and to one of the boxes, staring at the contents – some books, stationary.

Bending down, you dig through, careful not to make a sound. From the box, you pulled out a wooden picture frame, hand painted blue, with sunflowers sticking on the top left, a few petals on the upper and lower. And in frame was the photo of the Inarizaki Volleyball Club. It was taken the moment everyone returned from Tokyo. Smiling fondly, fingers smoothed over the sunflowers, taking in everyone’s smiles.

At the center of the photo was you, sandwiched between Atsumu and Osamu, wearing wide grins. When your juniors handed you the frame, you were so sure you’d break out then and there. But it didn’t end there, because Coach Kurosu – tears spilling down his face, gave you his gift, too. Gently setting Inari down, frame sitting next to him, you plucked a small, thick, black cloth.

Sitting crossed legged, you opened it up, smiling at the familiar kanji of the club’s motto.

‘We Don’t Need Memories’

“Such a powerful statement,” you whisper into the silence.

Kita once shared that he wasn’t a fan of the motto – being a man brought by the small things, on how doing the minimum on a daily basis is already enough of an assurance for any needless worries. Yet, it fires him up when he’s up with his team mates.

Coach Kurosu also mentioned, overly fond of the motto, that nothing should ever hold you back from the challenges that life will hurl at you.

Smoothing over the smooth kanji characters, a wave of memories rushed over you – first stepping into the gym, applying as manager the same time the twins had their try-outs, introducing yourself as manager before the twins engulfed you into a hug, seeing Aran again, meeting Kita and the rest of your seniors, meeting Suna, Ginjima, and the rest of the team, being there when the twins got their jerseys, their first official match, making your way to nationals, the twins debuting their dyed hairs, the incident, Kita’s captaincy, him berating you for resigning and convincing you to stay, the painful and cold second year, walking out during preliminaries, breaking down in the club room, having to tell Atsumu he was chosen for the Youth Camp, meeting Sho-chan at nationals, resigning only to be brought back, arcades with the trouble children, sunflowers given by the juniors on your birthday, training in Asano and Yoshimichi, training the new recruits, warmer days in the club, nationals with with Sho-chan, smacking Atsumu in the face, the retirement and turning over, graduation – so many great memories, good and bad. They were definitely the time of your life, if not, the greatest. A chapter that’s come to a close, but filled with so many turning points.

Patting the banner affectionately, a single tear slips down your face, landing on the banner, what a deep tangent you’ve found yourself in.

March 23, your birthday.

It fell on a Sunday, on a perfect sun shiny day, just as your family had expected.

On your birthday, it was decided that it would be spent at Sunflower Hill Park at Ono. Seeing as it was a special day, everyone had to dress their best – you included, being the birthday girl. Mika immediately busied herself prettying you up, even getting you to finally wear the dress that Kita had gifted you sometime back. It’s been gathering dust in the closet since he gave it, unsure on when to wear it.

“It’s just my birthday,” you grumbled, Mika immediately shushing you busily brushing your hair aside to work on your eyes, her face pinched into concentration.

“It’s not ‘just your birthday’, (Y/N).” she says, lighting brushing over your eyes. Setting down her eyeshadow palette, she picks up a blush set, instructing you to smile, exposing your dimples.

“19,” you say aloud, announcing to the world freely. “I’m at the peak of my adulthood.”

“You know, you’ve always been an adult all your life.” Mika teases, brush circling your dimples. “But that doesn’t mean you should be down on your birthday.”

“Studies show that it’s only natural to have birthday disappointments the older you get.” You rebuke, watching her frown cutely, setting her blush down, brandishing a mascara in her hand.

“And studies also show that you don’t always have to have that kind of mindset,” she rebukes back, twirling her mascara madly before taking out the wand. “Open your eyes and look up.”

Gulping, you do as she says, feeling the wand passing down your lashes.

“Birthday disappointments can also be stemmed from high expectations – either from childhood or from adolescence. And here’s the hard truth: you actually want to celebrate your birthday, but you just don’t know how to tell people.”

Capping her mascara, she instructs you to close your eyes, which you do, before you’re assaulted with a mist-like spray all over your face. When she tells you to open, you find yourself staring at yourself in the mirror – struck at the person staring back at you. Mika did a great job, highlighting your features, brightening your whole face, it was easy to see now the resemblance between you two.

“We’re not mind readers, (Y/N), we’re your family. And because we love you, we want to celebrate the day you came to bless our lives,” Mika smiles, smoothing your hair.

Helping you put on your dress, even lending you her sandals, she added some finishing touches like earrings and a sun brim hat.

“I look like those stereotypical animes shown in the summer.” You comment about your reflection in the mirror, to which Mika rolls her eyes at.

“Would you stop, you look beautiful!”

Taking her words with a grain of salt – seeing how pretty she was in her own dress, you smiled and the two of you walk out the room.

“Are you two done, now- Ah, how pretty!” coos your mother, pressing her hands to her mouth, eyes watering.

“Mom, you’re being dramatic-“

“My girls are so pretty! Especially the birthday girl!”

Beside you, Mika looks pleased with herself, especially at her work.

“Happy birthday, sweetie,” says your mom, taking your face in her hands, pressing a kiss on your forehead.

Swallowing down hard, fighting off tears that have strangely formed, you smile at her. “Thanks mom.”

“Alright, let’s go down now! Everyone’s waiting for us!”

Anxiety rose up, heart in your chest as you three descended the stairs, where you could hear people chatting about in the living room. Everyone was there – your uncle, Kaoru, Reiki, the Miyas, even the twins. It was Atsumu who saw you first, doing a double take, taking you in.

And then his mom squealed at the sight of you. “Ah!!!!! (Y/N)-chan, you look so pretty!” everyone turns to you, much to your horror. “Happy birthday, sweet girl!” she says.

“…thank you, Auntie.” Your voice was quiet, raspy.

Being the center of attention, everyone’s smiles on you was unnerving.

Self-consciously, you duck under their gazes, face burning.

To your surprise, your family had long planned this together with the Miyas. What made it extra special was the fact that it was just days after the three of you graduated and of Mika’s return. An outing of two families, in a field of little suns spread across the field.

At the sight of tall, bright yellow and brown flowers, your eyes sparkled in child-like wonder. Sensing your excitement, Mika, with her uncle’s camera slung around her neck, hooked her arm around yours, giggling and pulling you further in the park, leaving Atsumu and the rest to follow after.

The adults were discussing amongst themselves, discussing where they should set up, Reiki happily stuck around them, ever ready to help around, while Kaoru was running off to join his sisters. Alone with his brother, Osamu elbows him.

"Is something wrong with you and Mika-nee?" Osamu asks him, feeling the breeze against his skin.

On the way to Ono, with the twins, you, Mika, and Reiki, in Reiki’s car, there was a noticeable avoidance between Atsumu and Mika. However, the two easily played it off. Mika was busy chatting up with her boyfriend, Atsumu looked over your shoulder, as you answered birthday greetings.

Even way before that, the two of them were masterful in their way of seeming fine, but when they interacted, it felt rather stiff.

Sighing, Atsumu’s eyes found Kaoru, who was giggling as Mika was getting you to pose in front of flowers, you, clearly embarrassed, tried to talk your way out of it.

"I confronted her about their dad," Atsumu grumbles, hands in his pocket. Eventually, you caved in your sister’s whims, posing demurely, before Kaoru cheered you to try other poses.

Osamu's eyes widened. "Are you an idiot!? Why would you-"

"Did you know that she also told him about our graduation?"

Osamu stopped at that, at its implication, their eyes going to the older (L/N) sister, showing the photos to you.

"Damn."

"I know. Pretty shitty of her."

"Wow, 'Tsumu badmouthing Mika-nee, that's new."

Scoffing, he lifted his head to meet his brother’s. "What the fuck does that mean?"

Shrugging easily, Osamu explains, as their parents walk southward into the park, where an open area for picnic was. "Almost a year ago, you were nothing but praises for her, wouldn’t shut up about her on and on and on.” Breathing out a laugh, he shakes his head when he adds. “Heck, even if she farted you'd think it was cute."

Atsumu's face wrinkles, cringes. "That was before."

“Still,” walking ahead, he stares his brother down, feeling a chill run down his spine. “you never let us forget. Never let (Y/N) forget that.”

Up ahead, the (L/N) siblings were soon joined by Reiki, who took the camera from Mika, opting to take photos of the siblings. (Y/N), who was sandwiched between her older and younger sibling, all smiles for the camera.

“A year ago, it was as though your mission was to make (Y/N) feel so shitty about yourself, all because of your stupid little crush. It took her finally deciding to leave for you to snap out of it.”

Swallowing thickly, Atsumu vaguely remembered that moment of panic, like something had clawed into his chest. Immediately, he feels a sense of shame – for everything he had done to you.

"'Tsumu, you realize that you never said you're sorry to (Y/N), right?"

The hardest pill to swallow was realizing that despite the year he’s had, devoted to making up to you, it just wasn’t enough. Actions may speak louder than words, but just saying those words were just as important. Especially because it was worth noting that, sometimes, Atsumu’s actions can be contradicting to his words and may confuse you. You, who’s suffered quietly all this time, who forced themselves to power through, who unselfishly put others before yourself.

“I’m way past that now,” determination was thick in his tone, strong in his words.

Osamu felt proud to see it, loved to see it. They were nearing their parents – who finally found a nice picnic spot, just right next to the playground hustle.

"Didn't you say that Mika-nee was your one true love?" he couldn’t help but say, egging on his brother, never letting him down on his fuck up.

Osamu nearly fell back as Atsumu tackled him, slapping a hand to his mouth, lest anyone heard it. "KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT, SHITTY 'SAMU!"

"Wasn't she though!?"

"I was a kid!" he reasoned out. "I didn't know shit!"

"Clearly still don't now!" Osamu yelled slapping his brother's hand away from his face.

"FUCK YOU!"

"Now, now, Atsumu, Osamu, no fighting on (Y/N)'s special day!" calls their dad, hands on his hips. Beside him was their mom, smiling as she took photos of the sunflowers all around them.

"Oh, oh, oh, sweetie, let's take a photo with the birthday girl!" hooking her arm around her husband's she didn't give him time to back out before dragging him with her, smiling sweetly at her sons. "And no fighting, Atsumu, Osamu, it's a special day!"

Speaking of special day, Atsumu’s eyes turned to the fields, where you were – feeling his heart settle at your familiar frame, your gentle expression as you gazed at the vibrant yellow sunflowers. He remembered that field trip when they were younger, remembered where your eyes were staring, dug through the display when no one was looking and snuck it in his bag, feeling giddy all over, remembered the smile that came to your face.

It was brighter than any of the sunflowers.

Under the clear blue skies, the sun was shining bright, smiling down on everyone – especially a particular group down at Ono Sunflower Hill Park, circling a girl dressed in white, balloons in hands, all wearing smiles as they sang to greet her.

Their singing echoed out in the field, the wind carrying on their love for the girl in the middle, the girl whose heart was just filled with love with everyone around her.

A simple white cake, decorated in the same flowers that surrounded them was presented to her, and a single candle stood alit, waiting.

When the singing dwindled down, the girl stared at her cake, closed her eyes, and then blew.

She was now 19.

What a lovely day to be loved, feel loved, and be celebrated by love.

Emboldened by his talk with Osamu, brought also by epiphany, Atsumu finds himself carefully approaching Mika.

“Mika-nee, can we talk?”

Reiki, having sensed the mood, excused himself, but not before kissing his girlfriend on the forehead and taking Kaoru with him away from the playground.

Squirming under his gaze, remembering his blow-up on her days before, she fixes him a pleading look. "Atsumu, look, I don't want to fight with you-"

"I'm not sorry for blowing up on you like that, Mika-nee.” He starts, meaning every word. “But I am sorry for intruding into your family business. I just care for (Y/N), she's..." he swallows thickly. "she's been through so much."

Mika’s expression softens, eyes shining. "You really care a great deal about (Y/N), huh?"

“Always have, always will.”

“I’m glad.”

Mika smiles sweetly at him, fiddling with her hands. “It’s just…he’s still my dad, what he did was unforgivable, but the idea of reconnecting with him,” she sniffles, wiping a tear. “how could I not? And then I thought, that maybe (Y/N) would be on board with the idea…” she shakes her head, laughing incredulously. “Clearly, I forgot that I can’t force it on her, can’t fix the trauma he did.” Her face pinches, pained and regret.

The old Atsumu would have rushed and comforted her, assured her that she did great. Emphasis on the old, the Atsumu now just stared, letting her wallow on her mistake.

Covering her face, she groaned into it, before fixing herself up, slapping her cheeks together. “Wooh! How embarrassing of me! Looks like I’ve got a long way to go!” she laughs. Atsumu can’t help but laugh with her.

Even now, her ability to smile through the pain, shoulder her burdens, amazes him. There was a reason he admired this young woman before him, but seeing her open up to her flaws made him admire her even more.

And then he felt it, the urge, something clawing at his chest, words that needed to be said.

“Mika-nee, actually,” the older girl looks up at him, waits patiently. “I…I like you.” Back when he was younger, he had envisioned the perfect confession – something almost like this, with the sun setting behind them, painting them in the afterglow. That was one of his two options for confessing, the other being in the letter he poured his heart in, with your help. “I liked you, Mika-nee.”

It feels freeing to finally say that, to let the person know how much they meant to them. Even if it were no longer the case.

She smiles, sweetly again. “I know.”

Atsumu looks up at her, surprised. Mika’s smile remains.

“E-Eh?”

“I received your letter,” his eyes widen, confusion crawling over. “(Y/N) snuck it into my things before I left for the Netherlands.”

You did that for him? You.

Looking back, his eyes could only widen, realizing that it had been during the incident. Atsumu is assaulted with guilt all over again, brought by your unselfishness, just unsure with what he could say.

“I always thought that it would be the two of you, you know? You three were thick as thieves, enough to rival the three musketeers. But you and (Y/N)? I always felt like there was a great bond between you two.”

“N-Nee-san…actually…I-“ Everything he did to you in the year following the incident came to mind, his self-hate rising, Mika deserved to know.

Instead, she gently shakes her head. “It’s not me you should be telling that to, Atsumu. It’s (Y/N).” taking his arm in her hand, she cups his chin, (e/c) eyes meeting his honey browns, smiling and squeezing on to him arm encouragingly. “Go.”

Coming to, he nods and quickly starts running. Before fully leaving the playground, Mika calls him. “Oh, and Atsumu? Thank you so much for your feelings!”

“Osamu,”

“Hm?”

“Remember when you told me about your first love?”

“…yeah.” He sighs, heavily. “The umeboshi to my onigiri.”

“That’s a funny analogy,” with your arm over his, you leaned against his shoulder as the two of you walked along the pat. “but very fitting for someone you love.”

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it off. What’s yours?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” you look to the field.

“Ah, yes.” Osamu nods, following your gaze. “Sunflowers.”

Leaning against his arm, you murmur. “…he’s my sunflower, Osamu.”

Osamu doesn’t say anything for a while, watching how Kaoru and Reiki raced beside them. Two people missing from their group. “I know he is.”

“And you’re my chicken noodle soup.”

He snorts, looking down at you. “Why?”

“It’s my comfort food, remember? Also, you’re my best friend. You should feel honored.”

“Strange analogy you got there.” He waves at his grandparents, enjoying themselves watch the children play in the fountains.

“Not as strange as your umeboshi and onigiri,” you remind him, teasingly.

Rolling his eyes at that, he can’t deny the gentleness of your voice, its weight and wistfulness.

“Thanks for being my best friend, Osamu.”

Patting his hand over yours, he replies. “Always.”

Breaking away, you smile gratefully at him. He lets you walk off from him, taking a new path.

“Stop sounding like you’re about to die, (Y/N). S’not funny.”

Laughing, you could only tuck your hands behind you. “I’m just feeling nostalgic!”

“Where’re you going?”

“For a walk!”

“Geez, aren’t you tired of walking?”

“Nope,” and you walk further in the new path, Osamu watches you go, but doesn’t follow.

With all his heart, he wishes, for your birthday, all the best for you. Keeping his eyes on white, it slowly shrinks as you walk further and further, away and away, until you were out of sight.

Huffing and puffing, he looked around wildly, searching for (h/c) in a white dress. Atsumu almost cursed at how big of an area the park was, felt pathetic that he was winded out after some runs – he was a fucking athlete, god damn it! About to join a pro-fucking-league-

"Are you looking for someone?" a voice asked him, turning, Atsumu nearly sagged in relief when he found who he was looking for.

You.

"You," he says breathlessly, lips stretched into a wide smile.

Your face scrunched into a light frown, wondering, before producing a handkerchief in your hands, patting his sweaty face. “Have you been running around the park?”

“Nah, just now.” Your frown softens a bit. “Like I said, I was looking for you.”

Tilting your head to the side, confused, you asked. “Why?”

Atsumu opened his mouth, only to stop, realization getting the best of him. Shiiiiiiit.

Suddenly shy, he laughed it off, nervously, uncaring that people were looking at him funny. Concerned washed over your features, which warmed him from the inside, especially with you looking at him all pretty like that. But heck, even without the makeup, you were something else.

“Come on,” you opened a hand to him, an invitation.

Atsumu stared at it, at the scar on your middle finger. Placing his in yours, his larger hand over yours, the two of you began to walk hand-in-hand. You took him by the fields, deep in, as though to hide you amongst the flowers, to be one with them, to a secret place for you both.

For all his life, he couldn’t imagine having to miss out on the feeling, like everything he’s known his whole life is nothing compared to the bright, vibrant yellows and browns around him, in the girl dressed in white, leading him through. And he let you.

How is it that he’s never noticed? Why had he never thought of seeing you? It feels as though he’s led a life blind.

With a tug, the two of you exit the field and into a clearing, all Atsumu can focus on was your smile.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” you laugh, walking a few steps to the path. “walking across a sunflower field, I mean.”

Atsumu can’t keep his eyes off your smile, even as the both of you sit on the grass, facing the famed 'Sunflower Tower' made of Mikage granite.

The two of you found yourselves in your little hideaway, with nothing but the sky, the sun, the flowers, and the tower, and of course, each other.

“Sounds like something fresh outta a fairy tale,”

Nodding, you fold your legs, drawing your knees near. “Sunflowers are quite tall, after all. Tall and tough flowers.”

“Like me?”

Laughing, your turn to him, staring at him for a while. “Maybe. Especially with your blond dye.”

At the mention of his hair, he runs a hand through it. “…I’m, uh, thinking of keeping it.”

“You should,” your eyes follow his hands carding through his hair, dark roots slowly showing through. “it’ll be your signature look.”

Running a hand through the back of his hair, he fists them there, unable to look away from you.

You.

Amazing, smart, patient, kind, selfless, beautiful you.

“(Y/N)…” your name came easy through his mouth.

Tilting your head, letting strands of hair slip off your shoulders, you parrot back, “Atsumu…”

Just when did everything seem to feel different between you two? And just how long had he missed the way you look bathed in the sunlight?

Fidgeting a little, Atsumu could feel his strength leave him, being at the receiving end of your gaze. However, looking up, he also draws strength from them.

“I, uh, I kept them,” at your frowned confusion, he shyly – oh so quietly, adds, “your letters.”

Immediately, your face burns, feeling goosebumps run all over your spine. “Ugh,” slapping your hands over your eyes, you wish you could also slap the cringe away. “why.”

Atsumu smiles, despite your apparent horror, shrugging easily.

“It’s a reminder, I guess. A reminder that someone actually liked me. Genuinely and truly. Thought of me. Appreciated me. Written and practically poured her heart out in paper, when it’s the fucking twenty first century. Living proof that someone did that for me, but I was the asshole who humiliated her for something so genuine and heartfelt.”

You would’ve argued then and there, having seen the many love letters he and his brother received from his fan club over the years. And yet, the only one he recognizes are yours.

“Atsumu,” words were failing you, so you just sighed. “that’s behind us now.”

But the look on his face wouldn’t go away, eyes darkening – a dangerous storm brewing, festering.

"You can't return my feelings,” you say kindly. “that's not your fault neither is it your problem."

"Y-Yeah, but I could at least try to-"

"Atsumu, stop. Just, stop.” Turning to him, you take his hand in yours – the one with a scar, fingers rubbing comfortingly. “Please.” You’ve thought about it for a while, a long while, it needed to be said. “I'm not going to force you to like me back, it's not right and it's just wrong. Just because I liked you doesn't mean you're obligated to return my feelings when you clearly don't like me like that. That's that."

"B-But-"

"Besides, I've already accepted it – that my feelings can't reach you." swallowing down it all - the heartache and pain, you lifted your gaze and offered a smile. "If all you're worried about is me forgiving you, rest assured that I have."

"But I don't deserve your forgiveness!" he all but screams, shocking you, his eyes were wet and filled with so much remorse, pain, helplessness, and regret. "I've been an ass to you, (Y/N)! I hurt you while you were already hurting," he remembered having to listen to your cries, muffled behind your hands, the forced smiles, the pained look in your eyes, your back turned to him, his panic of not being able to find you during practice. The realization of the distance between both of you because of him. "I walked around you even though you were breaking from the inside. I might as well be worse than your deadbeat, asshole of a father because I wasn't there for you. I hurt you just as he did! I failed you! I-I-"

A gentle hand touched his elbow, shaking him, he looks up, meeting your kind (e/c) gaze. And that smile, that same kind smile that stretched to your eyes, reflecting an oh so loving gaze he knew he didn't deserve. Even without saying a word, you understood everything he wanted to say, all the sorries that's been resting on his tongue, heavy with the weight of his sins, of the burdens of hurting you, of the love he's had and continue to have for you.

He didn't deserve you.

You didn't deserve him.

But you both loved each other just as much.

"(Y-Y/N)," his voice was barely a whisper, wet and croaking. "I'm so sorry...!"

Enveloping you into a hug, he cries into your shoulder, repeatedly saying “I’m sorry” over and over again.

And you just hold him, caressing his head with your other hand.

“I’ll always love you, Atsumu,” your confession just tore at him, tears leaking more. “you will always be my first love, and that will never change.”

Atsumu hugs you tighter, cries harder. “I love you, too.”

When you let go, there was a smile on your face – a radiant, bright, reflected in your eyes that it brightened up your whole face. Like a sunflower greeting the sun, Atsumu found himself smiling, too. Released from the embrace, in his eyes, he feels his heart fill with a bittersweet sense of warmth and twinge.

Despite it all, it still felt good. It felt really good. Talking to you, settling things with you, loving you – it felt right.

Certain people come into our lives whether we like it or not, and you were no exception.

Sadly, just because you came into their life doesn’t automatically guarantee that they’ll stay with you forever. You can only have them for a time.

One of them may end up as your first love, but it's not guaranteed that they will be your last. They'll be just that - your first love, the first person you offered your heart to, but not the person who gets to keep it.

You were his forever person, the first love he realized too late.

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misora-msby · 3 years

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his cooking

rating : general

pairing : miya osamu x fem!reader

word count : 980

themes/warnings : fluff, slight angst, domesticity, y’all are just cute, food

notes : based on this ad! all the miso soup ads make me tear up or cry ok i had to make something...

Oil sizzled in the frying pan as Osamu flipped over the slice of salmon with his chopsticks. He looked to the second burner and gave the pot a gentle stir, making sure the miso soup didn’t burn at the bottom while heating. The rice cooker on the opposite side of the kitchen played a little tune, signalling that the white rice had finished cooking.

All in all, it was a peaceful evening as always.

“‘Samu, is dinner ready?” your croaky voice called from the living room.

“Almost, just a minute, dear,” he replied as he plated the salmon, rice, tamagoyaki, and pickled vegetables. He carefully brought the dishes to the dining table and set them out neatly before returning to bring two bowls of miso soup.

Soft padding of socked feet could be heard along with the light thumping of a wooden cane as you made your way to the dining room and hobbled to the table. The fragrant smell of the freshly cooked rice and salmon were wafting up, enticing you into gobbling down the meal Osamu cooked before you even got to sit down.

“Almost 60 years later… and your cooking still makes my tummy grumble with just the smell and looks,” you giggled as you sat down on the cushioned chair with a little “hmph”, before looking up at your husband who bashfully took his seat opposite you, “And 60 years later, you still blush when I say that.”

“It’s just normal, ain’t it? When ya hear yer beloved wife compliment you,” Osamu chuckles and picks up his chopsticks before mumbling, “Let’s eat.”

“I wasn’t your beloved wife in high school…” you smile as you mirror him in picking up your chopsticks and saying, “Let’s eat.”

“That’s true but I knew you were the woman I wanted to marry when ya finished university and dropped everything to help me with the ol’ restaurant,” Osamu reminisces, looking at the old photos on the wall.

Each photo held precious memories relating to Onigiri Miya. There were photos of the day he opened, of the day you joined, of the day you two got to open a pop-up stall at the MSBY and Adlers’ game, of the day you two were interviewed for the news, and of the day you two officially passed the restaurant on to your daughter and her husband (just to name a few). All were wonderful memories that led to him knowing you two lived a beautiful life.

“Of course! My boyfriend of two years at the time looked to be taking on so much work that I had to join him!” you said before taking a bite of the salmon and humming in delight, “Good as ever!”

Osamu smiled and took his own bites, enjoying the soft, flaky texture and the feeling of the oil practically coating his tongue. That paired with the fluffy pure rice and pickled vegetables brought a good balance, and the miso soup helped to wash everything down. He had to agree with your words - his cooking was skillful as ever.

“‘Samu, can we go out together tomorrow?” you asked suddenly.

“Well of course, Y/N. Why’d ya ask?” he asks in return.

“I just wondered… if it’s a pain for you to have to wait so long for me. Unfortunately, this old woman didn’t have the body of an athlete back in her prime to support her now!” you joke, though he can clearly see the tinge of sadness behind your old and tired eyes. You had trouble walking these days, spending most of your day sitting in the tea room or on the engawa watching the news or reading a book. You longed to go on dates with your husband once again, now that you have this much free time but on most days you couldn’t do much aside from a few chores.

“It’s never a pain. I’d wait ten thousand years for ya.” Osamu smiled and carefully reached his hand, old and scarred with experience, over the table to rest on your bony one.

“Ten thousand? My dear, I don’t know if I’ll even live the next ten.” You can’t stop yourself from saying the sinister thought.

“It’s a metaphor, dear. But I would wait any period of time for ya. Even forever.”

You felt like a second year high school girl all over again at his words, having a simple crush on your quiet, handsome seat mate who you didn’t know you would start dating in roughly four years, and get married five more years later.

“‘Samu, you can’t make my heart skip beats like this anymore. I’m at a dangerous age, ya know.” You picked up another piece of salmon and rice and took a bite.

“Like I always say, ya make my heart beat even more so I’d say it’s a fair trade, dontcha think?” Osamu chuckled. You rolled your eyes but laughed with your husband as well.

Even if you two had this conversation a million times, it never got old.

(extra)

Plates and cutlery clinked together as Osamu finished washing them off and placed them on the drying rack. He dried his wrinkly hands before looking over at you sitting by the television.

“Y/N, dear, what would ya like for dinner tomorrow? I’ll go grocery shopping tomorrow,” he asked and made his way over to sit beside you on the couch.

“Eh… anything’s fine,” you replied.

Osamu narrowed his eyes before crossing his arms, “‘Anything’ is not a type of food as far as I know!”

You narrowed your eyes back at him, “You know that’s not what I mean!”

“Then what do ya want?”

“Like I said, anything’s fine, ya dummy!”

“Alright what if I make you a blue cheese sandwich?”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Then pick!”

“Oh fine! Let’s go with yakisoba!”

This too, was a repeated conversation in your little household.

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arhvste · 4 years

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dad hcs with your top 3 HQ boys? 😚

my top 3 haikyuu boys? #exciting 😌

KUROO, IWAIZUMI AND ATSUMU AS DADS

KUROO

he’s always wanted 3-4

growing up the only child in the household with his grandparents and father got a little lonely when he wasn’t with kenma

so you, y/n his wonderful and beautiful wife, fill his world with much more joy by bearing his children

you have 3 so far and phew good luck

two boys and a girl

kuroo has already started teaching your kids his trademark catchphrases

to your despair your youngest son’s first words had been “oya oya”

your face dropped while kuroos hyena laugh roared through the house

“wHY WOULD YOU TEACH HIM THAT”

“because bokuto dared me??”

for the first few weeks all you can hear is little mutters and screeches of “oya oya” and it’s driving you ✨insane✨

kuroo is however good with kids

and he will put a stop to it by giving your kid a pacifier to keep quiet

kuroo would love if his kids took an interest in volleyball

but he won’t force it on them

he’ll support whatever they want to do

your kid wants to try ballet? kuroo will buy several pairs of specially made shoes

art? kuroo is more than happy to hire a whole studio for the day

swimming? he’ll have a pool installed in your house

material arts? kuroo will find a ninja to train your kid

he wants to be the best dad he possibly can for his kids

i’m not saying he plays favourites but he does have a soft spot for his little girl

he will absolutely try and encourage her that boys are the worst and she shouldn’t date them until they get his seal of approval

he has a ridiculously high standard for the type of boy your daughter can date

you could be a high achieving graduate, astronaut in training, saved 36 old ladies on the street and a candidate for president

and kuroo would still be like

“is that it? 🙄”

good luck to your daughter then

he is there for every event

his whole schedule will be made around any birthdays, graduations, shows etc

he will make sure of it

he doesn’t care if he’s scheduled a meeting with the highest world leader

if that meeting falls on the same day as his kids sports game he will not be sat in an office chair but rather in the crowd cheering his kid on alongside you

he wants to give his kids the best in life but he also doesn’t want to completely spoil them

he was raised pretty normally so you and him agreed you should try to at least do the same

however when uncle kenma or uncle yaku babysits his kids 👀

“dad uncle kenma bought me a new pc!”

“uncle yaku bought me a pony!”

that’s it

kuroo will spoil tf out of your kids from time to time just to one up his friends

overall he is such a doting dad

yourself and the kids mean the absolute world to him

and he appreciates you to no end for bringing them into this world

together the two raise such humorous, perceptive and successful children

and he couldn’t be more proud of his family

IWAIZUMI

years of practically babysitting oikawa have prepared him for this

he has the patience levels built up

he is also extremely responsible and level headed

the two of you have 1 son who is 4 years old

the toddler has iwaizumi wrapped around his little finger

iwa denies this though

whenever your son misbehaves or makes a mistake (which is rare btw) iwa is looking down at him sternly

“s/n, you know better than this”

but all it takes it one pout and iwaizumi is all soft again and swoops your son into his arms

lmao i just know he’ll teach your son to insult oikawa

“say trash-y-ka-wa! that’s my boy!”

“iwa-chan stop teaching your baby to bully me i can’t even handle it from you alone 😩”

sometimes iwaizumi takes your son to work if you’re feeling particularly tired or have somewhere else to be

he definitely will wear on of those baby carrier harnesses

that’s kinda hot tbh

bokuto and hinata are all over your kid while iwaizumi is trying to train team japan

while he manages to get both players back over he notices his son is missing from the portable baby chair he brought with him

“omi omiiiiii look! baby germs!”

atsumu is running around with your son securely in his arms while sakusa is SPRINTING away from the blonde shouting profanities at him

needless to say, iwaizumi tries not to bring his kid along whenever serious training needs to be done

he will bring him to more laid back sessions though

iwaizumi is THE responsible dad of the year

he cooks, he cleans and he knows how to handle your son

by now your son has started to develop into his personality more

being around his calm and level headed dad has really rubbed off on him

he doesn't get too overexcited and knows how to behave well

there is something that bothers iwaizumi about your son though

his first words

“iwa-chan~”

iwaizumi’s face dropped when the familiar phrase left his sons mouth

“shittykawa i will FLY over to argentina to personally beat you up”

“it’s not MY fault s/n likes hanging out with his uncle tooru 😗”

oikawa is a doting uncle too

whenever he can he visits your family and spends time getting to know your kid

the nickname ‘trashykawa’ did happen to stick though

iwaizumi considered it fair now that your son called his best friend after the nickname he taught him

another dad who would like if his son took up volleyball, but won't force it

your kid does actually pick it up though

and he’s damn good at it

not to be clichè but he will like the position of ace the best

this is to your husband and bokuto’s delight

iwaizumi will be there for every game and will absolutely let him come to work with him more often as he gets older so he can watch pros up close

maybe one day your kid will end up on the very team his father trains

and he’ll be there alongside you cheering him on

ATSUMU

atsumu is blessed with the gift of twin daughters

hey, twins are in his genes it was bound to happen somewhere down the line

his girls are the most precious beings to him

other than you obv

to him, you are his heart, soul and everything inbetween

he treats his girls like princesses

like kuroo, boys are off the table

“oi if ya think you’re bringin boys home you can think again!”

“baby, it’s only their first day of preschool please calm down 😀”

unless these boys can beat him at setting, they’re not allowed within a 48 mile radius of your daughters

he will defo want you to bring them to his games

put them in personalised jerseys and he will be showing them off to his team and the crowd

every point he scores he’s pointing at you and your girls

“THAT ONE WAS FOR YOU MY PRINCESSES!”

when his team wins he will absolutely bring the three of you out onto the court and pull you all in for a tight hug and shower you all with affection for the world to see

your kids take a liking to sakusa believe it or not

they find his presence interesting in comparison to the other msby players

lmao sakusa will show your girls his flexible wrist trick and they’ll giggle in excitement

“uncle omi is so cool!”

hang on a minute

‘UNCLE’ omi???

atsumu is in shock

“how come’s ya nice to em and not to me omi omi?”

“they take after y/n more than you. they're not annoying and gross like you that’s why”

as he’s apart of the dedicated dad society, atsumu will make sure he’s there for every event he can too

if his games fall on the same day as an event with your daughters you can bet ur ass he is there as soon as his game is over

celebratory drinks with the team? not on his watch when his daughter has a dance recital

any moments he misses when he's playing an away match or can’t get out of training he asks you to record so he can watch it back multiple times later

probably cries when he watches your daughter win her sports match or perform in a dance show

his camera roll is FULL of pictures of you and your daughters

insists on posting them all so he can show the world what a beautiful and loving family he has

uncle osamu makes sure he tells your daughters embarrassing stories about their dad

“and then your dad turned around and told the girls to stop squealin like pigs when they were only showin their support”

“wth dad that's so rude 😠”

“thEY MESSED UP MY SERVE SAMU SHUT UP”

your family is raised super close

atsumu always knew he wanted both of your families involved with his daughters upbringing so he makes sure everyone is included and the two girls are familiar with their whole family

it’s important to him that they’re familiar with his volleyball family too

he loves the fact they're so comfortable and familiar with his teammates

uncle bokuto and uncle hinata are a hit with the twin girls

but its uncle omi who takes the crown for favourite

there is never a dull moment in the miya family

and atsumu couldn’t ask for better people to be involved with his daughters upbringing

requests are open!!

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omiscurls · 3 years

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Lady and The Tramp - sakusa kiyoomi x reader

well hi! It’s been a while since I wrote one of those, huh?

so obviously the volleyball player you’re gonna fall for today is sakusa kiyoomi

the word count: around 2K

summary: your boyfriend and you go for a winter walk with his dog, and he gets a bit nostalgic.

and let’s go!

The sun shines a little bit different every season of the year. The winter sun is a tad bit more harsh and refreshing that the slow, dripping summer mornings. And as you look at the white, glistening snow, and the cold sun rays shining directly at it, you just have the urge to go out and do something with yourself, don’t you?

Same struggles happened in Sakusa Kiyoomi’s head that very morning when he woke up to a cold apartament drowning in sun rays, causing him to put a hand over his eyes, to cover them from the merciless light.

“Did I forget to turn the heaters on again?” He whined, and cursed his need to open windows before going to sleep each night. Now it was almost impossible for him to get out of the sheets, considering the temperature in his room was way below zero.

He managed to get one arm outside the warm bed and reached for his phone, charging on the side table. A sight of you in his MSBY shirt, sat on a kitchen counter and showing something you just baked, with a proud grin on your face on his wallpaper greeted him, and the widget above your head told him that it was six in the morning.

So he woke up before his alarm? Impressive, given that it was a Saturday and no practice was planned. He had exactly thirty two minutes before his phone would tell him to “get his ass out of bed” and go for a run.

Sighing, he threw the phone away on the mattrace, and wrapping his blanket around him, he went over to the window.

It snowed last night.

Wait, it snowed last night?

Suddenly, he was a little kid inside, because oh gosh, it never snowed these days! It was all looking so nice, everything covered in a white layer, as if it wasn’t the outside of his apartment, but a picture taken from a children’s book.

After he almost jumped from excitement, the adult side of his has taken over. If it snowed, it meant the temperature went below zero. If it went below zero, the sidewalk would be so slippery that running would be almost impossible.

Well, screw it. He wasn’t going to let a tad little detail like that ruin his good mood. And so he went over to each radiator he had and turned it on, then going to bed again and scrolling through his social media until the temperature around was warm enough for him to leave the sheets.

And so it took a couple of hours for him to finally get himself up and going, but it was still fairly early when you knocked on the door of his apartment, and heard some shuffling inside.

“Sit already, would you? Fine, okay, I know you’re excited, but-“ your boyfriend’s voice was cut off by a bark, and he was silent for a second, while on the other side of the door, you were barely holding in your laugh.

“Hey! Behave! No!” he raised his voice ever so slightly, but apparently it worked on the poor dog, because soon enough you saw him, leant against the doorframe with both his hands in his pockets, his pet sitting beside him, although almost jumping from excitement upon seeing someone else.

“Oh, didn’t expect you here today” he said nonchalantly, a smirk forming on his lips, as he knew well that he invited you here himself. You rolled your eyes, and passed him by, leading yourself to his bathroom. “Not even a hello?” he whined jokingly, as you shook your head.

“I was in a public bus, let me go wash my hands” you explained, and he nodded, mentally trying to convince himself that’s just something people do. You’re not doing it just for him.

He followed you to the bathroom and once again stood in the door, looking at you with a happy spark in his eyes.

You looked so in place while just casually standing anywhere in his apartament. Like you belonged there. And he was almost certain you indeed, did belong there. He wouldn’t have you any other place, rather than by his side.

“You should really get a license already” he said, quickly looking down at his nails, so you wouldn’t see him stare.

“Mhm” you agreed silently, wiping your hands “I know” you slowly approached him, firstly playing with the material of his shirt, and after a while, curling his hair on your finger. It required staying on your tippy toes, which he found endearing. “And you, sir, are due for a haircut”

“Am I?” he said, touching his curls himself, but not leaving you to check in the mirror. “Can you do it?”

You giggled.

That was kinda part of the plan, since he absolutely loved hearing you laugh. He wasn’t the most funny person on earth, yet he was motivated to become a full comedian just to hear that genuine chuckle you gave his finest jokes.

„I cant cut your hair, silly” you said, rubbing his temple with one finger as you were still playing with the pitch black curls. “You have to go to a salon”

He shivered theatrically, rolling his eyes at you and walking away towards the kitchen. “And here I thought you loved me” he huffed, making you smile in disbelief.

“You’re being a baby!”

“I’ll ask my sister to do it”

“Your sister lives kinda away, you’re aware of that, right?” you continued, following his steps to the bigger room, where he was sitting on the floor and tying his shoes.

“So? She loves me, she’ll do it”

“She has her own kid to take care of, she doesn’t need a twenty two year old one” you shoot back, remembering the last family reunion you attended with your boyfriend. It was a complete mess, but meeting his parents explained... a whole lot of things about his character.

He really did look like a little kid, reaching for another one of his sneakers, scarf already put half on around his neck, smiling softly, having to pause the process of tying his shoes every time his dog tried to lick his face in excitement. The poorly named Swiss Setter never left your boyfriend’s side whenever he was home, so used to his their very own slow lifestyle.

You knew damn well she was emotionally attached to her owner, and loved him dearly, as you were the one to babysit her whenever Kiyoomi had an out of town game, and the first couple of times she didn’t sleep at all, and neither did you. It required him staying overnight at your place together with the dog for her to understand it’s a safe place.

“Now now, calm down, Lady, at least let me tie my shoes!” he giggled childishly. The first time you ever saw him snuggled up on the couch with the dog, watching some crappy Netflix show, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

THE Kiyoomi Sakusa. On the couch. With a dog.

You soon found out that Lady, because that’s the crappy name the dog so proudly got by, had been one of your boyfriend’s only friends until the time he graduated. She wasn’t exactly a rescue dog, but his older brother brought her home from his former friend’s house, where she didn’t exactly had the best start in life.

Kiyoomi didn’t fall in love at first sight, he needed time to adjust to having a dog in the house, but Lady seemed very fond of him, and weirdly enough, only listened to his commands. (The trainer said it’s about his voice, as it is deep and raspy, when he says something loudly enough, she feels respect towards him).

He was soon in charge of training the dog to be a good pet for a household such as the Sakusas place, a huge, always so elegant and spotless house, where no one is around too often, but frankly, “family friends” came back every other night to drink rosé with his mother, or whisky with his father.

It was to no one’s surprise, that when Kiyoomi moved away and went to college, his porcelain doll of a mother and distant father couldn’t get a hold of the Swiss Setter, who’s manners weren’t so ladylike. The deal was simple, either kiyoomi takes her to his place, or she ends up in a shelter.

And as he loved dogs, and secretly had a heart of a four-year-old, he took her in with himself, and, frankly, let her rule over his at-home life all the time.

She was very well behaved when in public, knew what was on her owner’s mind by the look in his eyes and reacted on the snaps of his fingers, but inside the four walls of his apartment, she could walk all over him, which you found amusing.

Kiyoomi put her on her leash, and rose his eyebrow at you.

“Coming?” he asked, having the door opened for you already. You nodded and left, waiting for him to lock the door behind the three of you.

It was cold outside, but not too cold, and the air was refreshing, even in such a city as Osaka is. Kiyoomi mindlessly tied his pinky with yours, a bit of a hard thing to do in leather gloves, but he was all about the details.

After two years of your relationship, he was perfectly capable of holding your hand just fine, but sentimentally enough opted to hold your pinky instead, as if your romance was fresh once again.

You smiled at the feeling and squeezed his pinky back with yours, You glanced over at him staring at his feet, as you walked towards the park in comfortable silence.

“When do you have the next match, Omi?” you started a casual conversation, and he looked as if you took him out of a trans of sorts.

“Oh, uhm, next Friday” he answered upsentmindedly. You caught him sparing loving glances in Lady’s direction, an indescribable nostalgy painting his face in cold colors.

When you reached the entrance to the huge park, where dogs were allowed off leash, you bent over and made a snowball, the throwing it at his back. He turned around to face you and gave you a look of betrayal.

“You didn’t” he whispered.

“I think I did” you giggled, covering your mouth with your hands, waiting for his next move.

He bit back a smirk, trying to remain stoic as he kneeled down to release Lady off her leash, hiding it in the pocket of his black coat, then picking up snow in his hands and forming a round snowball, directing it right at you.

Lady kept running around the two of you, jumping in excitement, not fully understanding what you’re doing, but happy to be a part of it.

“Hey, ouch!” you laughed, theatrically covering the shoulder it reached. “You didn’t need to spike it!”

There weren’t many people at the park that day, considering the fact that it was first snow, and parents don’t usually bring kids, who want to build snowmen, to a park where dogs are allowed off leash.

“Oh, you wanna see a spike?” a little smile covered his lips, exposing his blushing cheeks, contrasting with the rest of his pale face, and dark curls.

“Try me, pretty boy”

“Aight” he put his hands up in an agreeing gesture “Just don’t whine about the bruises later”

“Same goes to you”

He huffed, getting back as he gathered snow in his hands and rolled it a bit before aiming at you, jumping in place as you tried to “become a harder target to hit”. He shook his head in disbelief.

God, I love that dork, he thought, purposely frowning and posing as if he was about to serve.

Lady kept jumping around him, noticing a round object in his hand.

“This is not for you, dummy” he laughed, but noticing her excitement, excitement that he didn’t get to see a lot recently, since she was visibly getting older, and more tired, a warm feeling flooded over his chest. He sighed. “Alright, you want it? You want it?” he kept teasing, making her jump around, before breaking the ball and rubbing the snow in her fur.

She layed down on her back, showing her tummy for pets, which he did obviously provide, tickling that one spot that made her move her leg uncontrollably.

He got up, and formed another snowball, showing it to her.

“Watch out, I’m throwing it!” he said to her, before aiming at some free space far from him, throwing the ball from behind his back, watching with a heartwarming smile as she ran after it.

He seemed to have forgotten about defeating you, watching as his dog kept digging for the “ball” that already disappeared in the snow, so you walked back up to him.

“You okay?” you asked softly, and he looked at you in surprise.

“Yeah, obviously” he responded, but something seemed off. You tangled your arms around his shoulder, smushing your cheek against it, and looking at Lady sniffing around the place the snowball landed. “You know, if it weren’t for her, I’d still be too anxious to pet dogs I like when I’m on walks” he started, his mind some place else.

“Well, many things wouldn’t have happened if it weren’t for her. We probably wouldn’t have met!” you smiled against the fabric of the thick coat, both of you remembering that sunny afternoon when you sat by the river in the park, reading some sort of upsetting news on your phone, frowning, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, when suddenly, you flinched, seeing a snoot between your arms, and when you parted it, you saw a panting, big dog staring back at you. You heard a distressed “Oh my god, Lady! Come back here!” in the distance, and you lifted your eyes to see a tall like a tower twenty-year old, black curls swept away from his face with hairgel, but getting a bit in the way due to the wind, the guy wearing black t-shirt, with a golden logo, of what appeared to be a... fox? You then thought, only later discovering it’s actually a Jackal, and the letters B and J on the sides of it, and sporty shorts. Apparently, they were on a run.

“I’m so, so sorry, she never does that. Please don’t get too mad at her, she means no harm! Oh, my god, Lady, come back here!” he hissed, putting the dog back on a leash. “I’m sorry! Hey, I can buy you a coffee, if that’ll make up for her? I’m choosing the coffee shop though, there’s a little one nearby and there’re not too many people in it, the popular ones are a rip off anyway, wait— are you crying?” he panted out, staring directly at your face, with a deadpan look.

“It’s alright, I like dogs. But I like coffee, too”

You smiled upon remembering that afternoon, as the completely different sun shined on you two in that moment, not the exhausting, August-ish one, that makes you want to never leave the nearest pool, but a cool and refreshing February one. Two years passed, and the both of you weren’t just strangers in the park, you were one of these cheesy couples teenage girls look at and get upset because they think they’re never going to be like that with anyone. Although, the bonding dog stayed the same.

Speaking of Lady, she ran up to Kiyoomi, who was lost in his thoughts and memories, proudly showing off a stick she must’ve found under the snow at some point.

“Look what you got there!” he kneeled down, trying to get it away from her to throw it. “My good girl” he giggled.

Some February afternoons could just last forever.

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bicsbec · 1 year

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The Underlying Unspoken (SakuAtsu one-shot)

The Miya household was, in a word, loud.

Laughter and muffled conversation could be heard from outside.

The second they stepped through the threshold, Atsumu seemed to switch gears, falling back into something well-worn and comfortable—and completely foreign to Kiyoomi.

"Kaa-san, 'm home!"

Somewhere distantly, a woman's voice came.

"Welcome home! Kitchen, darlin'."

The conversation was reinvigorated inside the house, the accent he was so used to hearing getting thicker around the edges, like Atsumu was relaxing his vowels.

Kiyoomi shuffled off his shoes, tucking them neatly together and sliding them next to Atsumu's.

"Sakusa-kun! Who'd've thought," Osamu said a tad too loudly, startling Kiyoomi. "Where's Tsumu."

By the way he was leaning on the wall and the Sapporo in his hand, Kiyoomi thought Osamu was perhaps tipsy or lightly drunk.

"In the kitchen, I think."

"Well, drop that shit," he gestured to his bags. "Come on in. KAA-SAN!"

"KITCHEN!"

"TSUMU BROUGHT YA SOMETHIN'."

Kiyoomi felt his face warm realizing he was Atsumu's something. That was why they were visiting, but it didn't make his stomach swoop any less.

Kiyoomi realized that there were other voices aside from the twins and their mother, but they were out of sight.

He tried to distract himself from what felt like walking his own funeral procession. His eyes caught on the walls and the frames that filled them.

The walls told Kiyoomi of a family, a proper family. Messy and loving. It's beginning and progression and the expectation of continuation.

And then he was in the kitchen, the Miya-san before him noticeably older than the one on the walls, but still the loving mother with the kind smile and warm eyes.

Atsumu was leaning on the counter with a lazy smile, an it's-so-damn-good-to-be-home smile, turned toward her, his focus entirely on her and the questions she asked.

"What's Samu on about? Sayin' you brought me somethin'."

"I dunno, Kaa-san. Samu says alotta shit."

"Deliverin' one MSBY outside hitter," Osamu piped in. "Do I hafta do the rest for ya, Tsumu?"

"No, scrub. That'll be all."

Atsumu would say: Kaa-san, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. You've met him at the last Christmas gala. We've been dating for sometime and I wanted to formally introduce him to you.

Kiyoomi would say: Hello, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miya-san. Thank you for welcoming me into your home. Your son—

"Kaa-san, this is the love of my life. I believe you’ve met already."

Kiyoomi was drawing blanks.

A one-shot where Kiyoomi meets Atsumu's mother and grandmother. Atsumu is subject to teasing by his brother and friends. Domestic Miyas ensue.

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come-on-shitty-boys · 4 years

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//missing pieces. miya atsumu//

Warnings: mild swearing. Feelings of hopelessness. infidelity

Word Count: 2.2K

Notes: imnotcryingimnotcryingimnotcrying.

{Read Part II - "Broken Pieces" HERE}

You heard them before they even entered the door. The loud shouts and the howls of laughter. If you sat up enough on the couch, the MSBY training jackets were visible through the front window. Hinata’s orange hair bounced wildly as he jumped excitedly with his older Jackals. It was the fifth time this week that the boys had come over after practice.

It was the fifth time this week that the boys had disrupted your much needed study time. A senior in college, a list of midterms too long to comprehend, and more mental breakdowns than you cared to account for, the hours that your boyfriend was at practice and you could relax and study in the comfort of your shared home was pure bliss.

The door swung open, giving you a full account of just how loud they were being. Atsumu was doubled over in fits of giggles, tugging his sneakers off, Hinata and Bokuto shouting bits and pieces of the same story only a few steps behind.

“Y/N? You here?” Atsumu calls out as he is finally able to calm himself down enough to speak normally again.

“Living room, ‘mu!”

In a matter of seconds, he’s bounding into the room, leaning over your shoulder. “I’m home.” You don’t even have to look at him to know that he has the widest grin on his face, just like he always does when he gets back from practice. No matter how long or how grueling his day, Atsumu never fails to greet you with the biggest smile.

“I see that. How was practice?”

“Good! My hands are kinda sore though,” he whines, opening and closing his hands in front of you as if to show you the pain he was enduring.

“Well, you’re new to this pro stuff still, Atsumu. Your body will get used to it soon.”

“Yeah, I know.” He sighs a little, resting his chin on the top of your head. “The guys are here.”

“Trust me, I, and the entire neighborhood, know. Let me just finish this question real quick and I’ll let you guys have the living room.”

“Aw, come on! You don’t want to hang out with us?”

“I need to study or else I would love to.”

He hums in affirmation. “You’re going to do so well. I’ll make sure we keep it down so you can focus, okay?” There’s a soft kiss placed on your head as you pack up your laptop and notes so you can go study in the bedroom.

“Thank you, ‘mu,” you say, standing on your toes to give his lips a short peck as you pass.

But that was then.

And this was now.

“Are you serious?! You can’t lock me out of my room, Y/N!”

“Our room, Atsumu, and too bad. I did!”

His fist pounds on the door, the intensity of each knock sending vibrations throughout the room. “Y/N, this is ridiculous! Open the door!”

“I’m trying to work. This report has to be done for tomorrow. Please, ‘mu.”

“Don’t ‘mu’ me when you’re literally locking me out the bedroom!”

You roll your eyes, leaning over to twist the lock and tug the door open. Your boyfriend tumbles into the room as his support is swung away from him. He doesn’t even look at you. He just goes straight to the closet, throwing clothes onto the bed. “Where are you going?” You ask, looking up from your laptop briefly as he throws a pair of jeans a little too far, hitting you in the leg.

“Does it matter?” He starts peeling off the lounge clothes that he had been wearing most of the day, opting for a slightly more put together outfit for his night out.

You just shrugged. “I guess not.” Yes.

“Then don’t worry about it.” Atsumu tugs his jeans up and takes a look at himself in the mirror. He ruffles his hand through his hair in a poor attempt to give it some extra volume. You watch him make a few dumb facial expressions at himself. Satisfied, he pulls his hat over his head. With wallet and phone in hand, he finally turns to look at you. “Okay. I’ll see you later,” he states plainly, walking past you and out the bedroom door.

“Do you have your keys?” The only answer you receive is an annoyed jingle of his keyring from the other room.

The thud of front door closing is the sole sign that he had left. There were no final shouts of “Bye, princess! I love you!” “I love you more, ‘mu!” “I love you most!” Those days have long since past. They had been replaced with eerie silences and quick exits from both parties. Life in the current household was far from what it had been a year ago. There were no soft shared kisses just because. No gentle teases as the evening news played in the background. No long cuddle sessions on the couch because both of you were too lazy to get up to go to bed. There was no smacking his hands out of the mixing bowl while you tried to make dinner.

Atsumu wasn’t home long enough for those things anymore. He’d come running in from practice, quickly shower and change out of his sweaty clothes. And as fast as he came, he would be gone, maybe shouting “I’m going out with the guys!” but usually, he would just leave, the slam of the door echoing through the house.

You kept telling yourself that this would pass. He was just excited to finally be achieving his dreams. Of course he would want to hang out with his new teammates and friends. There was a level of trust there that he needed to build with them as their setter and if crowding around Hinata’s television, playing video games was how they bonded, then so be it. Who were you to tell his team how they should and shouldn’t spend their time? But this had been going on for months.

Months of no hellos and no good mornings. Months of Atsumu coming home late, the faint smell of alcohol on his breath as he tucked into bed an arm’s length away from you. He returned affection with the minimum amount of effort, maybe a short apology as he broke away from a kiss, explaining that the guys were waiting for him. It felt like a wedge had been shoved between the two of you, the rest of the Black Jackals jamming you further and further away from him.

Part of you kept hoping that you would wake up, secured in his arms, a gruff “Good morning” whispered in your ear only followed by a soft whine as you tried to get out of his grasp, causing him to just pull you tighter into his chest. You kept hoping that whatever switch flipped in his head to cause this would flip back and the Atsumu that you fell in love with would come back to you, but it never happened. He just kept straying away, not even bothering to look back at how far he had drifted.

You had hoped today would be different. It wasn’t every day that the two of you accomplished four years of putting up with each other’s bullshit. But, when his alarm sounded and he just got up like nothing was different, that slight bubble of hope that was buried in your chest popped. Maybe- maybe he just wanted to focus before practice. Yeah, that’s all this was. Surely, he hadn’t forgotten, right? Atsumu could be a jerk, but he wasn’t that much of an asshole. He wouldn’t have forgotten your anniversary.

“What’s this for?” he had asked as he took the neatly wrapped package from you as he sat down at the table, his bowl of cereal nearly empty.

So, he did forget.

“I’ll open it later. I’m going to try to get a run in before practice.” You didn’t even have the chance to wish him a happy anniversary before he got up to put his bowl in the sink, headed out of the room to slip on his sneakers for his jog.

So, now, as you sat in your shared bed, it felt like the unopened package was staring intently into your soul, mocking you for your failing relationship. Four years of laughter, excitement, and love seemed to mean nothing to him and you couldn’t figure out what you did to make him choose volleyball. It was his dream and you understood that. You would never keep him from being the man he always dreamed of being.

It tore you apart inside, this feeling of absolute failure. It had been bugging you for a while now, but this- that stupid box sitting on his side of the bed, was your breaking point. You didn’t understand what you did. Why was he pushing you away? Did you not support him enough? Did he think that you didn’t care for him? As the questions weighed heavily on your mind, you felt that all-too-familiar sting of salty tears forming in your eyes.

You shook your head, silently begging for the tears to just go away. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. I am not going to cry. He wasn’t upset, so you shouldn’t be either, right? But, you were. You were devastated that no matter how hard you tried to put everything back together, the pieces just kept slipping out from between your fingertips and just as soon as everything felt like it was all coming back together, Atsumu would be holding the final pieces to puzzle, refusing to snap them into their place. In his hands, he held the most important pieces. Those gorgeous center parts that brought the entire picture into focus, showing off the breath-taking beauty of it. But, as of now, it was just the background, the few random bits and bobs, scattered around the scene, each beautiful in their own way, but meaning nothing without the center point of the image.

The worst part? You didn’t know when the pieces of your relationship went scattering all over the place, leaving you to scramble, picking everything up on your own while Atsumu was at practice or hanging out with the guys. You just know that it’s felt like ages since everything was put together in perfect harmony.

You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. You wanted to pull your hair from your head so you could feel something, anything, other than this complete and utter worthlessness and despair that had been swelling within your chest, waiting to be let out.

The hot tears rushed down your face in torrents, but apart from your gentle sniffs, there was silence. There were no sounds of pitiful weeping. It was an art that you had learned to perfect after many nights where these feelings washed over you, not wanting to wake Atsumu, not wanting him to stare at you with blank eyes and tell you to, “Stop crying and go to bed.”

But, right now- right now, you didn’t care. You wanted to hear his voice in your ear, shushing you, reassuring you that everything was fine, just like it used to. The line rings, rings, rings -

“You’ve reached Miya Atsumu. Sorry that I missed your call, but if you leave me a message, I’ll get back to you!”

The beep that signals you to leave your message is what urges you to just hang up. You toss your phone to the side, hoping that, just maybe, he’ll notice your missed call and give you a call back or even just a text message would be good enough for you.

But, there never was. There was no soft ting at the sound of an incoming message. You never heard the ringtone that had been set to Atsumu’s contact, signifying that he had called you. You waited hours, your eyes being dry for a long while at this point, leaving just the shell of a broken person in your place. Your gaze never left that stupid box. You were entranced, staring at the black and gold paper, watching it sheen as it would catch the light slipping in from the window.

Not even the sound of the swinging open could pull you out of your emotionless gaze. Miya Atsumu just stared into your face, eyes red and puffy, streaks in your make-up where the tears removed your foundation. Somewhere deep within his chest, there was a soft pang of sadness. There was nothing that he hated more than seeing you so distraught that you completely shut down. Yet, he said nothing. He simply pulled a pair of shorts and a t-shirt from his drawer, pulling his clothes off his body to change into something that he could sleep in. His shirt came off and your gaze became fixated on his toned chest.

But, even your empty eyes knew the bright red lines of scratches and the harsh purple bruises of a hickey when you saw them.

“‘Mu?”

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