#mafia!suna

[heyitsmeyuhh]

Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x Reader)

AN// Okay, this chapter may be a little scuffed, but here it is! Just a reminder, I have caught up to myself so there is no more written ahead. Essentially, this means that things may come out a little slower, but I’ll still have my taglist running if anyone wants to be a part of that! Have fun!

TW// Smut. MDNI, I’m going to have to start asking for age if its not posted! 

WC// >3.2K

Chapter 9

Their lips collided, and for the first time that night, Suna felt the coil of tension snap. At first, he moved slowly, savoring the taste of her lips on his. As he leaned into her, she parted her lips slightly. His tongue danced with hers, recapturing her lips with his teeth gently every time she began to pull away. One hand brushed past her cheek again to weave his fingers into her hair, the other wandered down to rest on her thigh, slipping his fingers just inside the slit up the side of her dress. He could feel her breath hitch slightly, and she leaned closer to him, propping herself on one arm. Her other hand slowly made its way to his chest, sliding her fingers under his jacket.

The growing warmth in his chest urged him to pull her closer and closer to him. He felt like it would be impossible to let her go now; his heart ached for every inch that she was apart from him. A wave of impulsivity washed over him, and he hooked both hands around her thighs to hoist her onto his lap, her dress riding up to expose the silky skin beneath. Her gasp of surprise shot straight to his groin as he captured her lips again, this time with more hunger than before. He felt desperate, as if this moment would evaporate in front of him if he slowed even for a moment.

His lips travelled down the curve of her jaw and to her neck, sucking softly. The thought of marking her as his was intoxicating, especially after the shit Ushijima pulled tonight. He moved with increasing fervor, nipping at the delicate skin crudely. Y/n tipped her head, exposing her neck further and moaning slightly at the contact. Suna’s hands slipped down along the gentle curve of her waist to her ass, pressing her down against the growing bulge in his pants. Her hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize herself and he could feel her start to rut herself slowly against him. This time it was his turn to let a constrained moan escape his lips and head fell back against the seat. His hands continued to guide her movements and he was actually worried that he might cum just from this before they even got back to the penthouse.

As if on cue, Suna could feel the car come to a gentle stop and a knock on the divider. He broke his eyes from her chest in front of him, panting slightly and looked up. Her pupils were blown, and her hair was now disheveled. She looked so exquisite from this angle that Suna didn’t think he could move.

After a moment, she shifted uncertainly under his gaze and he moved her off his lap and slipped out of the car, holding his hand out for her. Her touch was like fire and Suna nearly lost all patience on the walk to the side of the building and into the elevator.

The second the doors closed, his hands were on her waist again. He turned her so her back was against the wall and he pinned her against the cool metal with his hips. Her arms wrapped around his neck, one hand tangling in his now shaggy hair.

“Should we be doing this?” Her eyes transitioned from sultry to hesitant with the pause.

“Why shouldn’t we?” Suna breathed, leaning forward and reattaching his lips to her neck.

“I’m not really someone that sleeps with people that I’m not in a relationship with,” she said matter-of-factly. Suna could tell that she wanted to say more, but she bit her tongue. He pulled his head back and looked into her eyes, hesitancy hidden just under the surface.

Maybe I pushed her too far. Suna kicked himself for moving this fast with her, but he was getting desperate. Just her presence was enough to drown him lately, and he loses all logical thought around her. Even now, looking at her expression of uncertainty, all he wants is to wrap himself in her and never leave his penthouse again.

What is happening to me?

For a moment, he didn’t answer her. His thoughts swirled, and he couldn’t seem to grasp any one solidly. He was torn; he had always taken what he wanted without remorse. He was in such a position that he was always expected to take things by force. But with her… he had never felt so gentle. Despite wanting to fuck her like an animal, he felt strangely protective of her, and every time he thinks about the end of her contract, though it was months away, something stirs in him that he had never experienced before. His stomach curls up within itself and he can feel his heart begin to race. It all made him want to lock her in his room forever, just to escape that feeling of panic that rose in his throat.

But even with the questioning look she was giving him, he couldn’t sense any fear in her, and that was enough to tear his heart in two.

“What are you thinking about?” Y/n asked quietly.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, bunny.” He leaned his forehead on hers and closed his eyes. “I got a little carried away.”

For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, she shifted underneath him, and he could feel one hand cup his cheek gently. The elevator dinged softly behind them.

He leaned back and took her hand, leading her from the small cabin to the wide living area. He let her soft fingers slip from his hand and he went to the kitchen, slipping off his jacket and loosening his tie.

“It seems that you are occupying my thoughts more and more lately.”

“Me?” She asked, following him and leaning on the counter opposite him. He nodded. “Why?” Amusement danced in her eyes, lighting them with an enigmatic vivacity that entranced Suna once again. There was no sign of hesitation left, though she did seem to be hanging onto his words just as he clung to hers.

He was aware that this was the same position that they were in on the first night he brought her here, but that time she was prying him for information. Now he stands here in front of her, preparing to expose the pieces of himself that he has never bared to anyone.

He chuckled softly and smirked a little, stepping forward and closing the gap between their bodies. His hands ghosted her waist and he could feel her shiver. “Everything you do seems to enrapture me. Watching you dance the first few times… I couldn’t look away. Then, you avoided me for a while after Komori, but you came back eventually, and you even wore that diamond necklace I had bought for you.” Suna brushed a few strands of hair away from her neck, his fingers lingering on the soft skin of her shoulder, a pleasant tingling sensation shooting down his arm through his chest.

“I don’t really understand why I feel so drawn to you, bunny, and frankly it might ruin me,” Suna smirked softly at her look of subdued perplexity. “But, I’m allowed to make my own decisions as the head of my family.”

“What are you saying?”

“I want you, bunny. And if you don’t want the same, I’ll never mention it again. You’ll be in constant danger, being associated with me and my business, but I’ll keep you safe, and you’ll never want for anything for the rest of your life.” Her gaze had become agonizing and Suna felt like he stopped breathing.

Then, she craned her neck up and met his lips again. Suna’s chest felt like it was exploding, exhilaration bursting forward. He was toppling off the ledge, completely lost in her. If there had been an earthquake, he wasn’t sure he would notice. Her curves were only covered by a layer of silk, the warmth radiating through the thin fabric. He wanted it off; he wanted to tear it off her. Suna wasted no time moving his hands from her hips to cup her ass.

She broke the kiss again. “But, what about your reputation? Won’t this cause some kind of trouble for you?”

“Do you want this?”

“What?”

“Do you want this, bunny?”

She paused for a moment, looking up at him. He held his breath. She nodded.

“Then it’s yours.” He ducked his head to her neck again.

“I just thought…”

“Don’t think,” he whispered against her neck. He lifted her to sit on the counter, ghosting his lips down her shoulder and across her chest. Suna slipped the thin straps of her dress off, leaving them dangling over her arms. His hands deftly unzipped her dress and allowed it to fall around her waist exposing her sculpted breasts. He moved his mouth to her nipple, licking gently and gazing up at Y/n’s reaction. Her head was tipped back, eyes closed, quiet, breathy moans escaping her lips. Suna pulled away with a small pop before moving over to the other side. As he worked, his hands continued to slide the dress further down her body, caressing the smooth skin of her waist. She wrapped her legs around him as he lifted her from the counter to slide the fabric past her hips. As he set her back down, the garment fluttered to the floor, all the while his lips never left her breast. Her arms dangled over his shoulders, back arching into his touch. She was left in nothing but a lacy black thong, black stiletto heels, and the diamond necklace.

Suna trailed his lips back up to her neck before cupping his hands on her ass, encouraging her to wrap her legs around him again. Their lips met again as he lifted her from the counter and carried her to his bedroom, kicking the door open. As soon as his knees hit the bed frame, he set her down on the silk sheets.

Before he could pull back, her hand slipped from his shoulder and grabbed his tie. Her stare had become intense and sultry; Suna had never seen this side of her before, and the look in her eyes surprised him. Her other hand began to push the jacket off his shoulders, and Suna shrugged to help it the rest of the way. Her hands worked fast to undo the buttons of his shirt, and he yanked at the neck of the tie to pull it over his head.

His shirt was discarded to a corner of the room as Y/n reached for the button of his slacks. Suna’s hand grabbed her wrists roughly, and pushing her back against the mattress, hovered over her, clasping both wrists with one hand above her head. He could see her back arch slightly, and her eyes became dark, encouraging him. His free hand slowly trailed up her bare abdomen, cupping a breast gently. One finger curled to flick her nipple and she sucked in a breath, mouth slightly agape. His hand continued its ascent until it settled lightly over her throat. He looked at her questioningly and she nodded for him to continue.

He cocked an eyebrow, fascinated in her change of demeanor now that she was in bed with him. Her confidence and deviance exited him, spurring him forward.

His hand pressed a little more tightly, but not enough to restrict breathing or blood flow. Just enough to see her eyes widen in excitement. He leaned forward, their lips meeting again, freeing her wrists, and propping himself over her. Immediately, her hands slid their way down his chest to his waist, and finally back to his belt. She released the clasp deftly and slid his slacks down his hips. Her hand ghosted over the bulge in his boxers and Suna couldn’t help but moan against her soft lips. Y/n smiled into the kiss and ran her hand more firmly up his hardening cock.

“Fuck,” he sighed out, craving more friction. Her fingers toyed with his waistband before slipping one hand in to grasp his length. Suna’s abs clenched, and he broke the kiss and grabbed her wrist.

“Not yet,” he whispered in her ear. As he said this, he began to kiss down her body, between her breasts, and licked a stripe down her stomach. When he came to the edge of the lace thong, he grabbed the edge with his teeth to slowly peel it down her legs. She reached for the clasp of her heel on her ankle before he swatted her hand away again.

“These stay on.”

Y/n cocked her eyebrow in amusement and pulled her hand from her ankle. Suna’s lips met her hip bones, peppering light kisses towards her heat. She squirmed impatiently, but remained in place, one hand carding its way through his dark locks. He tapped her knee, signaling for her to spread her legs, which she did with little hesitation.

“So wet for me, bunny.” His tongue liked a quick strip up her center, her gasp encouraging him to continue slowly. He moved his tongue in leisurely, methodical circles around her clit, watching her back arch of the bed and carding her fingers through his hair. A jolt of electricity shot from his scalp to his dick with her touch, and he moved his hand to slip a finger into her core. A small whine escaped her lips, and Suna smirked at the sound. He slipped another finger in slowly, curling his fingers in order to hear her sweet voice whine for him again and again. He felt like he could stay down here all night, tongue and fingers moving in tandem and Y/n squirming and writhing under his touch.

He could tell she was getting close when her heels began to slide their way up his back, toes pointed and thighs slowly closing in on his head. His pace quickened slightly, earning another moan from her beautiful lips. Her hand tightened in his hair, barely grinding herself against his face, until the coil snapped, and her body trembled in ecstasy. Suna slowed his movement, allowing her to come down from her high, thighs releasing his head and resting limp on his shoulders. He slipped them down to hover his body above her, chin wet with her slick. She leaned up to kiss him, tasting herself on his tongue.

“Taste so good, bunny,” Suna whispered into her ear. Y/n shivered and wrapped her arms around his neck. His cock was uncomfortably hard at this point, and he rolled his hips against her for a little bit of friction. Her hands made their way down his chest, grazing her fingers over his nipples on the way down. Suna groaned silently, but Y/n smirked a little at the reaction. Her hands found his waistband, and this time he didn’t stop her from slipping the soft fabric down off his legs. Her hand wrapped around his cock, and moved with languid, gentle strokes. Suna struggled to contain his moans, but with every movement of her hand, he was melting into her, his shoulders drooping and his head resting in the crook of her neck.

“Fuuuck,” he whispered, kissing her neck distractedly. His hips twitched into her hand and he could feel the pressure building in his abdomen.

Her thigh pressed into his side, signaling him to flip over onto his back. He followed her lead and she straddled his waist. Suna automatically slid his hands up her thighs, landing on her waist. She began to grind herself back and forth over him slowly, mischievous eyes watching his reactions closely. Suna let out a sigh and let his head fall back, eyes closing to focus on the feeling of her wetness sliding across his dick. He sat up, allowing her to continue her movements, but pressing her chest to his. She kissed him deeply once more before whispering to him.

“Condom?”

“In the top drawer.”

She pulled away slightly to reach over to the nightstand, pulling out a foil wrapper from the drawer. Suna was about to take it from her, but she took the corner between her teeth and tore it open herself. Taking the rubber ring, she slowly rolled it down the length of his cock and without taking any more time, lined it up to her core. Suna’s hands slipped back up to her sides, and she lowered herself down, adjusting to his size with a prolonged sigh. He could feel himself bottom out and she paused for a moment.

When she started to move herself over him, Suna felt like he was in heaven. She was so warm and tight, his mind cleared, and he reveled in a moment of bliss.

“Shit,” a shiver crawled up his spine. “Feels so good… Just like that.” Y/n smiled slightly at the praise. She continued her pace pushing Suna to lie flat against the sheets again. His hands moved with her, helping her roll herself onto him. The heat built in his abdomen and his hips jerked up into her occasionally. Her movements began to slow, he could tell she was getting tired, and he thrust up into her at a quicker pace. She fell forward, bracing her hands on his chest. One of Suna’s hands moved to her clit and began to rub small circles, feeling her tighten around him. Their moans filled the room along with the sound of skin slapping together, driving Suna to move faster.

“Fuck, Rin, I’m close,” she whispered.

“Cum for me bunny.”

Her core squeezed, and she let out a small moan before she came, pulsing around him and throwing her head back. That was all Suna needed before he came as well, spilling into the rubber and stilling his movements.

She collapsed onto his chest and they both laid there, slowly catching their breath. He could feel himself begin to soften inside her and he rolled her onto the bed next to him, getting up to toss the spent condom and grab a warm towel from the bathroom. When he came back he slowly cleaned both of them, kissing her thighs and stomach gently as he went. His gentle touches caused her sensitive body to twitch with every caress, and she smiled lazily down at him. He moved down her leg leisurely, untying her heels one by one, kissing each ankle as he went. When he was done, he tossed the towel to the side and crawled his way up to kiss her lightly. Y/n had a tired smile on her face, and Suna’s stomach seized seeing her lying there in nothing but that diamond necklace around her delicate neck.

So beautiful, he thought.

He laid his head on her chest and she stroked his hair for a moment. Suna sighed; he had never felt so tranquil in his life. He nearly forgot about the stress of life outside of his bedroom walls. If he had the choice, he would throw it all away right now, never leave this room. How could everything have changes in just a few months?

He craned his neck to look up at Y/n. She smiled down at him, sleep beginning to cloud her eyes. He pulled back the sheets, and she rolled over to allow him to slip in next to her. She nuzzled up into his chest and his arm wrapped around her warm body.

They laid there for a minute, the rom again silent, and he could feel her breath even. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead. She never moved, and he stayed awake for another minute just to watch her.

Is this what love feels like?

Shit.

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#blood and wine #mafia!suna #suna smut #haikyuu mafia #mafia fic #suna x reader #suna haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #haikyuu

[ryyyynnn]

working on a mob!suna oneshot 😐. whos interested 🙏🏻

#its pretty good rn ngl #mob!suna #mafia #mafia!suna #mob haikyuu #mafia haikyuu

[inarizakismanagers]

A/N: hey guys sorry for not posting in like forever, I do plan on writing more for this fic but releases will be slow. I may start writing some smaller drabbles and one shots more often, so feel free to message me for requests or leave them in the ask me section :))

Chapter 5

You woke with a pounding headache from the previous day's sex and alcohol induced coma, all of your decisions from the night before had hit you like a truck and now you had to mend the destruction they left in their wake.

The argument with your boyfriend, Yuji, would be particularly unpleasant to deal with however you knew the longer you left it the angrier he would become. His pride and ego had been hurt last night and he had been embarrassed in front of other people, a feeling of dread begins to pool in your stomach at the thought of his reaction. You had had first hand experience with your boyfriend's wrath all too often and it was not something you were looking forward to having to face.

You sat there contemplating your options, on the one hand you could get up and leave the stranger's apartment - Suna’s apartment to go deal with Yuji or you could avoid him today altogether. 

The thought of leaving him, breaking up with him had occurred to you many times but never as much as right now. There was no way you were going to go back to him in that relationship but at the same time the thought of attempting to break up with Yuji instilled terror in you. You couldn’t imagine how he would react or what he would do to you if you tried to break it off with him.

You settled on avoiding thinking about the subject, for now at least,you shifted your weight on the plush mattress turning to face Suna. You thought about the night you had spent with him, your cheeks dusting in pink feeling suddenly slightly self conscious at the thought.

Right now you were staring at dilemma number two, you didn't know what to do in this situation. You had gone home with Suna that night but you had no idea if you should’ve left already, you hadn't had many one night stands and the ones you did have the guy ended up leaving before you had woken up in the morning.

Not wanting to overstay your welcome and suddenly feeling in desperate need of a warm shower and change of clothes, you began to move to sit up and grab your clothes from the floor.

“Where are you going?” you heard a sleepy voice ask, you turned to face Suna heat rushing to your cheeks as you took in his form, his hair was a slightly tousled brown mop on his head, half lidded deep brown eyes watching you take him in. Your eyes dropped lower to his perfectly toned body and snake tattoo, for the love of mercy it was enough to make you wanna bash your head against a wall, why was he so freaking fine.

“You like what you see, darling” at that you snap your head back lowering it slightly in embarrassment, of course he caught you eye fucking him. “I’m going home, I need to shower and I have a lot of work to get done” you reply to his earlier question continuing to grab your stuff from the floor where it had been haphazardly thrown the night before. “Just shower here and let me make you some food, you haven’t eaten since yesterday it's nearly 4pm” he says checking his watch his tone is firm leaving no room for argument.

You’re slightly taken aback by his concern, but nod your head all the same when he raises an eyebrow in question challenging you to refuse.

“What would you like to eat?”

It was strange for Suna to wake up this morning, arms wrapped around your still sleeping, naked form. He wasn’t complaining though, he had only been able to fantasise for so long about having you in his bed, arms around you, kissing your lips. Now he’s got you where he’s only been able to dream of having you and he doesn’t make a single move to wake you. Too scared that when you wake up he’ll lose this perfect moment. Eventually, he feels you stir and closes his eyes, maybe if he pretends to sleep you’ll lull off too. You turn to face him, he feels your breath fan out on him and it takes everything in him to not wrap and arm around your hips another around the back of your head and kiss you.

Much to his horror you begin to get up and get dressed, why are you leaving? He thought the two of you had had a good night, he wanted to make you something to eat in hopes he could ask you on a date, a proper date because you deserved to be taken out and courted properly.

The other night he had been over excited at the thought of having you in his bed that he had abandoned his plan of asking you out on a date first. But he would do it right from now on, not just take you home after a night out.

He had convinced you to stay and shower and have food, he offered you a t-shirt, a pair of boxers and some joggers of his to wear as the only clothes you had to go home in was the skimpy dress you wore clubbing and torn up knickers. Of course when you put them on he saw that you were swimming in them, the clothes clearly being a couple sizes too big for you, nonetheless he felt a pang in his chest at the sight of you in his clothes. Something about seeing you in them just felt right to him.

He had made sure to cook whilst you had been showering, making two bowls of spicy beef ramen, setting the table. Normally, he’d have a maid prepare all of this but he felt a sense of contentment in being the one to take care of you.

Feelings like those were scarce in his line of work, so when they came you had to grab a hold of them and protect them at all cost. He thought more about how you would react when you found out what exactly it was that he did, as far as you were concerned he owned a nightclub that's it. Maybe that's all you needed to know at least for now, he was scared that you’d run if he told you, you were sweet and so pure with an easy going air that put people at ease. He, on the other hand, radiated an unapproachable, harsh demeanour that had people averting their gaze in fear when he looked at them.

The more he thought about it the more ridiculous he felt for thinking that you would want to be with him, however, he was nothing if not persistent and he had already decided you would be his even if he had to wait for you to realise it too.

#hq fanfic #hq smut #suna imagines #suna rintaro #suna fanfic #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu mafia au #inarizakhi mafia au #inarizaki #domestic bliss #domestic sunarin

[cerberuspuppy1]

Naruto Mafia AU

!tw! Mentions and implications of drugs, violence, killing, bars, strip clubs and etc.

BASIC FORMATING

I have really no knowledge of mafia stuff other that fanfics so probably not to accurate. Other then that the mafia leaders would still be the Kages. No one will have Chakra. I’m putting this in the setting of they run the world not just a country.

KONOHA

Leader- Kakashi

Allies- Suna

Base- Japan

Known for- Their heavy hitters, medics and strategists.

They run- Casinos, hot springs, hotels and restaurants.

Notes- As one of the most financially successful villages I think that they would probably be one of the wealthiest mafias. Not to mention one of the largest.

SUNA

Leader- Gaara

Allies- Konoha

Base- the Middle East

Known for- their poisons in both combat and assassinations and their manipulation techniques.

They run- Theaters, Pharmaceutical Companies and the drug trade in multiple places

Notes- They are one of the poorest villages and mafias. Also one of the smallest ones.

KIRI

Leader- Mei

Allies- Unknown

Base- Australia

Known for- Assassinations and sword masters

They run- Aquariums, cruises, fishing charters and marine research.

Notes- Their mafia is on the smaller and poorer side due to Yaguras reign. They are one of the most bloodthirsty mafias though

KUMO

Leader- A

Allies- Unknown

Base- Africa

Known for- Their raw physical ability and technologically advanced weapons.

They run- The oil trade and tech companies

Notes- One of the larger and richer mafias. And one of the most technologically advanced.

IWA

Leader- Kurotsuchi

Allies- Unknown

Base- Canada

Known for- Their bomb squads.

They run- A large part of the weapons trade and power plants.

Notes- In the middle of the mafia rankings of both size and wealth.

SAMURAI

Leader- Mifune

Allies- None

Base- Russia

Known for- Their swordsmen and strict code of honor.

They run- Unknown

Notes- Base used to be in Japan but they left when Konoha began to settle there. They try to stay out of mafia matters.

AME

Leader- Unknown, [possibly Konan or “P(a/e)in”]

Allies- Unknown

Base- South America

Known for- Unknown

They run- Unknown (possibly bars, clubs and strip clubs).

Notes- Fairly new to the mafia life. Formerly just a gang but due to the recent influx of mafia members being labeled traitors and kicked out have become rather powerful really quickly. The smallest mafia right now.

#naruto modern au #naruto #konoha #mafia au #Naruto mafia AU #suna #ame #kiri #kumo #iwa #konohagakure #sunagakure #kumogakure #iwagakure #amegakure #Kirigakure #kakashi #kage #mei terumi #sabaku no gaara #gaara #kakashi hatake #Akatsuki #mafia #AU #naruto au #chakraless #A #A Naruto #naruto a

[atsumusuna]

mafia!suna X painter!atsumu, where suna is a pretty famous mafia leader, and one night after he finished his work he walked by a river to see a beautiful man painting, he approached the man and they chatted abt the man's art for hours, they exchanged numbers, the man's name was atsumu miya, and ever since then he's been suna's escape from his dirty work & the world....

#atsumusuna #sunaatsu #atsusuna #mafia au #painter #escape #reality #welcome home #theyre so gay #i love them #theyre idiots your honor #inarizaki #atsumu miya #suna rintarō #sun and moon duo #theyre gay your honor #theyre so in love

[rayshippouuchiha]

Oh god

I’m imagining Dazai being reborn as Tsuna and-

Imagine

You spent your entire childhood in the mafia until the one person who truly showed you what living and life meant dies and you leave

You leave and join the side of good like he asked and learn that you like it, you like helping people, you like the people who love you, not as the demon prodigy but as Dazai Osamu

And you love your life and eventually die and your happy

Only to wake up again

Now your Sawada Tsunayoshi with two not so great parents but what’s new

You grow up again, poking at the feral bird who flitters around the town because why not and try to have a normal, happy life, because that’s what your friends (family) would want for you

And this tiny little thing shows up at your door claiming to be the worlds greatest hitman and tells you, you’re going to be a mafia don

(Reborn is very confused as to why his bew student immediately throws himself out a window the second he says mafia but he’s gonna figure it out)

This has to end up with Daz-suna deciding that if he can't get out of this he's going to make Reborn's life a living hell, eventually take over Vongola, and then immediately use it to recreate the ADA.

Every interaction between Daz-suna and Reborn ends up being a Troll Off because Reborn might be a funko pop from hell but Dazai was a Troll King.

#RayRambles #prompt #KHR #BSD #katekyo hitman reborn #bungou stray dogs

[kissedcloud]

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[lovecaitlined]

Hot mafia couple.

Kaya & Suna — KaySun. 🖤

Yalı Çapkını: Bölüm 51

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[heyitsmeyuhh]

Blood and Wine (mafia!Suna Rintaro x Reader)

AN// Who would have thought that smut was so hard to write (its not in this chapter, sorry y’all, I’m still struggling through it!). I can’t tell if you guys liked the last chapter or not, but here it is! 

Also, side note, I am still trying to work on the Bokuto fic soon if anyone is still reading... I finally have a break from school lol

TW// Murder, mafia stuff. Tbh I think this chapter is fairly mundane. Maybe a little drinking and drug use references. 

WC// >2.2K

Chapter 8

Ushijima held out his hand and Y/n met his to shake it. However, instead of meeting her halfway, his hand gently clasped her fingers and he brought them to his lips gently. Y/n’s face grew warm again. God you have to get this blushing thing under control. You’re embarrassing yourself…

“And your name?” … but, damn, I could get used to this; meeting all of Suna’s classy friends.

“Y/n.” He smiled and leaned back in his chair, resting one hand on the table to swirl the wine in his glass absently.

“So, I haven’t seen you around any of these events before. Have you two recently become acquainted?” He took a sip of the pale golden liquid in the glass delicately.

Y/n’s mind went blank and she tried to mimic his actions with her wine. Oh God, what do I tell him? I can’t just come out and admit that I work for him because my brother made some bad business decisions and idiotically traded me to pay off his debts. I didn’t even think about this. She tried to drag out her sip to buy some time, but every excuse that came to her mind was worse than the last.

“Right, I… uh met him a few months ago at his club…” She trailed off hoping that her silence wasn’t as painfully obvious to him as it was to her. Fortunately, the waiter walked by at that moment and she was able to break the conversation momentarily to order. She silently thanked him for pouring her more wine to occupy her hands.

“Ah, I see. And what do you do?” His questions seemed innocent enough, but Y/n felt like he was reading her mind about all the topics she couldn’t explain without completely embarrassing herself.

“Well, I graduated from medical school in the states, but I came back to practice here.”

Y/n hoped he wouldn’t ask whether she actually was practicing, but at this point she felt like she was just trying to draw out the conversation, desperately grasping for any way to steer the topic away from how she knows Suna.

Her prayers seemed to be answered when he took her answer at face value. “That’s interesting, Y/n, beautiful and intelligent. Admirable qualities in a woman.” He raised his glass as if to toast her and took another sip from his glass, emptying it. As if on cue, another waiter swooped over to fill his glass again as he held it out and was gone again in a second. The ethereal aura around this man was intoxicating.

“So, Ushijima, what do you do?” The minute the words left her mouth, a pang of fear gripped her chest. She knew better than to be asking people of his caliber questions about their profession. Oh God, now I’m gonna be swept off to some warehouse and they’re going to dump my body in some alley a few days from now with a bullet in the back of my head. Idiot…

But Ushijima only chuckled at the sudden panicked expression on her face. “I am somewhat of a business man like Suna is. We dabble in different markets, but our work is essentially the same.” Y/n signed heavily, allowing the tension to leave her body. Your imagination is too wild for your own good.

“I do enjoy my work, however, hard it may be. It allows me to attend events such as these and meet elegant, clever women such as you.”

Y/n could feel a small smile grace her cheeks at his charms, confidence building in her with his compliments, instead of diffidence. The longer she talked with him, the deeper his eyes felt, his gaze fixed on her seemingly enraptured. She examined his features distractedly; his strong jaw cut from stone, his arms clearly toned despite the suit that was concealing them, his chest broad and firm…

Suddenly, a hand fell on the table next to her, and she could feel heat radiating from someone close behind her. Her head jolted to the side to see a large ringed hand flat against the table next to her glass, familiar tattoos peeking out from under the sleeve of the suit jacket.

“Suna,” Ushijima regarded the man behind her with newfound formality and a terse stare.

“I see you’ve acquainted yourself with Y/n,” Suna replied. She could nearly feel a drop in the temperature.

“She is a remarkable woman, Suna, I can’t believe you haven’t brought her around here earlier. I heard you two met over two months ago,” He shook his head and tsked a few times, “It is a wonder that you two met each other considering your business endeavors. She doesn’t strike me as an… ecdysiast.” The hand beside her clenched slightly, and Y/n glanced up to see an expression on Suna’s face that she had never seen before. Her heart stopped for a moment; his sage eyes seemed to be glowing, and though his facial expression was unreadable, she imagined that this is where they got the phrase “if looks could kill”.

Y/n squirmed a little in her chair, becoming increasingly unnerved at this sudden change in the tone of the conversation. Seeing Suna like this was alarming and the air around her became thick. Her breaths shallowed, and she leaned back into Suna subconsciously, desperately clinging to any comfort to ground her again.

When she looked back at Ushijima, the joviality that she had witnessed earlier was gone, as if she had hallucinated it. His eyes had become cold and were no longer reminiscent of the night sky, but instead dark pits come to envelop her whole.

“I see that the time has come for me to withdraw to my table, but it was a pleasure Y/n. I hope that I get another chance to speak to you again soon.” He offered his hand again, just as he did when he first sat at her table, but Y/n recoiled imperceptibly at his approach. She faked a meek smile, hoping he wouldn’t offend at her slight, but he retracted with a shrug and drifted off toward a dark corner of the room.

“Are you okay?” Suna asked quietly. Over the din of the room, Y/n almost missed it; she was shocked that she had been deceived by someone who had seemed so charming and personable. As she turned, he was sitting in his chair right next to her, leaning into take a look at her closely.

“I’m fine. Just a little shook up.” Y/n answered quietly. “Who was that guy?”

“Do not engage with him again,” Suna answered. “He’s…” he trailed off, leaving the end of the sentence hanging in the thickening air. Despite the hundreds of people around her, Y/n was chilled to her core, and she let out a little shiver. Suna stroked her cheek with the back of his hand, his fingers lingering over her soft skin.

A few moments later, the waiters brought out their dinner and set the dishes in front of each of them. Suna retracted his hand and thanked them as they left, his eyes never leaving Y/n’s. She took a deep breath and he grabbed her hand to give it a small squeeze before turning to eat quietly. She followed suit, though much of her appetite had vanished. Occasionally, Y/n would gather the courage to steal a glance at Ushijima and every time he was staring right back.

As they finished eating, the woman at the microphone stopped and the band quieted for her to speak.

“Alright, you cool cats, I’m gonna slow this next one down for you. Grab your ladies or your gentlemen and get out here for a little blast from the past.” As she finished, My Eyes Adored You by Frankie Valli began to flow from the band on the stage. One by one, couples made their way to the floor below the stage. Y/n noticed that each of the powerful families and their children remained in their seats.

“Would you like to dance?” She turned in her seat to the sight of Suna standing behind her, hand outstretched for her to take. Y/n couldn’t help but to admire his chiseled form for the second time that night and she sat there transfixed for a moment before she could get herself to squeak out an answer.

“Uh… Yeah, I’d love to.” She offered her hand and he led her to the center of the crowd. He slipped a hand on her waist, the other taking her hand and slotting their fingers together. She laid her other hand on his shoulder. Had she been aware of her surroundings, she would have noticed all the eyes on them, rocking slowly to the music. Instead, she felt as if the world had darkened around them. Her heart was beating a little faster, and she hoped that he couldn’t read the thoughts running through her mind.

She was absolutely bewitched by him.

They danced there, swaying in a circle for half the song. Y/n had laid her head on his shoulder, and his arm curled tighter around her, pressing their bodies together firmly. She could smell the cologne on his neck, a deep musky smell with hints of cedarwood and blackberry. His strong hand spread across the small of her back, and she felt as if she wasn’t in a room filled with dangerous people, dancing with a man who murdered someone in front of her only a few months ago. Here in his arms, she could almost forget that she is a debt still unpaid.

Almost.

Lifting her head from his chest, she looked up into those mesmerizing eyes, attempting to read his expression. His features were soft, and for the first time since she met him, he looked almost happy. The corner of his lip quirked up subtly and a faraway look graced his eyes.

“Suna?”

“Yes, bunny?”

She paused, not knowing how to proceed. She had the urge to blurt out everything that she was feeling at that moment. She wanted to tell him that despite everything that has happened in the last two months, he made her feel safe. Despite her brother’s betrayal and his subsequent capture, she trusted this man holding her so close. Despite the business he conducts, the danger he is constantly involved in, despite even the threat from Ushijima just minutes ago, she…

“I–” she hesitated.

Fuck, I think I’m in love with him.

“I’ve had a wonderful time tonight.” She sighed out her answer, restraining the confession that was so desperately trying to claw its way to the surface.

“I’m glad. I’m sorry that I scared you earlier, but I never imagined that he would show his face here.”

“I’m fine. I trust you.”

Suna smiled slightly, looking down at Y/n with softness. They danced to two more songs like that before retiring to their table for one more glass of wine. Y/n looked Suna up and down once again that night, and she couldn’t tell if it was the wine or the adrenaline or both, but she swore that he was looking more and more attractive with every minute. On her third glass of the night, Y/n was also finding it hard to steal glances discreetly. Suna seemed to notice as well, because towards the end of the night, every time she looked over to him, he seemed to be staring at her sultrily. Soon enough, the night was over and Suna was calling to have the car pulled around. They walked out as they had walked in, her arm hooked in his.

Waiting on the curb when they stepped out of the front was Ren, as if he hadn’t moved from earlier. He opened the door for them both and Suna offered his hand to help Y/n into the car. Before he slipped in, he whispered something to the towering chauffer and slid onto the bench seat next to her, shutting the divider between the cabin and the back.

“Suna?” Y/n asked breathily, wine coursing through her veins.

“Rintaro.”

“What?”

“I want you to call me by my first name; Rintaro.”

“Rintaro?” She batted it around in her head for a minute before proceeding with a small smile. “Rin. I like Rin better.”

When she looked over to him, his eyes were transfixed on hers in an expression she could only describe as shock. He seemed to freeze in time, though she didn’t miss the glance he stole at her lips for a fraction of a second. The breath caught in her throat and she too froze in place.

Time seemed to halt. She wasn’t even aware that the car was moving; she felt like even the air around her was still. His olive-green eyes were piercing her own and she couldn’t look away. The smile slipped from her cheeks as her brain raced in the quiet of the cabin. Suna’s hand tucked a small strand of hair behind Y/n’s ear but lingered next to her face. Y/n could nearly feel the heat radiating off his palm and she felt like if something didn’t happen soon, she would implode. His face did seem much closer; so close that she could feel his shallow, warm breaths on her skin. She glanced down to his plush lips, just to steal a glimpse, and when she looked up, his eyes were boring holes into hers.

“Bunny?”

“Yes, Rin?”

His hand moved to her chin, eyes fixed on her bottom lip, his thumb pulling it gently. “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.”

“Then kiss me.”

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#blood and wine #mafia!suna #mafia fic #suna x reader #suna haikyuu #Suna Rintarou #suna fic #rintaro x reader #suna rintaro haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu mafia

[goshikitsutomusmommy]

“HE’S A 10… BUT” HAIKYU!! EDITION

Masterlist Link : Here

He’s a 10… but he flirts like a Wattpad mafia boss thinking you’ll find it hot.

↳ Kuroo, Atsumu (no bc he would wholeheartedly think he scored), Terushima, Daishou

He’s a 10… but he uses baby talk in front of your friends.

↳ Asahi, Tanaka, Hinata, Kindaichi, Bokuto (LMFAOO U CANNOT CONVINCE ME OTHERWISE), Yamamoto, Goshiki

He’s a 10… but he gives cringy anime villain speeches whenever you argue.

↳ Tsukishima, Oikawa, Atsumu, Daishou (probably breaks down crying begging for forgiveness next too)

He’s a 10… but he posts pictures of you two under cringe couple hashtags.

↳ Tanaka, Nishinoya, Atsumu (and his posts will be at the top top😭😭 not sure if that’s worse or not), Yamamoto, Lev, Bokuto, Goshiki

He’s a 10… but he reads fan fiction of himself “ironically”.

↳ Tanaka, Nishinoya, Oikawa, Atsumu (AND HE’LL BE INVESTED TOOKSHDJSJD)

He’s a 10… but he says “There isn’t enough room in this court for the both of us.” before a match.

↳ the entirety of haikyuu Daichi, Tsukishima, Kageyama, Hinata, Oikawa (i could literally recall him saying something similar once), Atsumu, Futakuchi, Kuroo, Yaku, Yamamoto, Daishou, Ushijima (what is it with captains saying cringy lines😭😭), Tendou

He’s a 10… but he uploads Tiktoks with bad lighting and a black mask with the caption “#Asian #07 #Cute”.

↳ Kunimi, Osamu, Suna (IDC THIS IS CANON LMAODHSJ), Konoha, Kenma (it’s only to promote his streams so i’ll let it slide)

Author’s Note : THIS WAS SO FUN TO DO😭😭😭 i’m not sure if someone else did this idea as well but comment more icks and i’ll do a part 2 <33 also i tried including Kita, Aran, and Akaashi and even make a new section for them but they’re too good to have any icks😭

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[blasphemecel]

Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro — Parabola

PAIRING(S): Miya Osamu/Reader, Suna Rintaro/Reader WORD COUNT: 8k TYPE: Childhood Friends, Pining, Coming of Age, Angst, Fluff, Humor WARNING(S): Mention of an animal/pet dying (non-graphic), smoking cigarettes and drinking, there is a kiss that happens while both parties are drunk

ACT I: MISFORTUNE

For Osamu, it starts in the womb because Atsumu is his brother.

ACT II: LOVE IS NASTY

“The heart,” you say, “is an organ.”

Osamu is thirteen years old and this is the worst presentation he has ever seen, which is an impressive feat on your part. It’s obvious you haven’t memorized any of this and are ‘subtly’ reading from both the smudged handwriting on your palm and the crumpled sheet of paper in your grasp, so how this is the best you managed to come up with is beyond him. Sometimes your idiocy is on-par with Atsumu’s.

Your tone is bored and your eyes glaze over like you’re not thinking about it at all. This is literature class, and a statement as clinical as ‘the heart is an organ’ probably wouldn’t be present in a half-decent interpretation of a poem.

He has known you since he was in diapers. Such sensitivities are outside your element, he’s aware of that.

Osamu wonders what he would’ve done if he got your topic when they all drew lots a few weeks ago. It’s a love poem, and as such, the subject matter is a bit disgusting to him. When he thinks about love, he thinks of his parents being embarrassing in the parking lot and the grocery store, and when Atsumu’s first crush got lice and he tried to contract them so they’d ‘understand each other better.’

After some musing, Osamu decides the heart is indeed an organ.

Your desk is next to his, and when you sit back down, you ask, “Was it really that bad?”

“I hope I never get ya as a presentation partner,” he says.

ACT III, BACKTRACK: ‘TSUMU IS LAME

Atsumu struts up to you like he has life changing news. You raise an eyebrow.

“We’ve got new names,” he announces and expects amazement. Osamu lingers behind him with the same vacant look on his face.

You ask, “Yeah? And what are they?”

“I’m ‘Tsumu and he’s ‘Samu.”

“But that’s so stupid,” you say. “Those are just yer names without the first letters. They ain’t new.”

“... Shut it, you,” Atsumu settles on once it’s clear he can’t refute your statement, balling his hands into fists.

“Whatever,” you say. “Are ya still gonna compete over who can push me harder on the swings?”

“No! Screw you. Not after this disrespect,” he dramaticizes, and when you don’t immediately grovel for forgiveness, he stomps away. “Not in a million years,” he calls over his shoulders, words growing quieter the farther he disappears. “Never again!”

You blow a farting noise at him in his departure.

Osamu sighs as if this is incredibly inconvenient. “Fine. I guess I hafta do it.”

“If it was me, I’d change my name to Don Widdershins.”

“Don Widdershins?”

“Ya know, Don,” you gesture vaguely in the air, “like in the mafia.”

ACT IV: ‘SAMU IS COOL

The way you and Atsumu are staring at him, someone would think Osamu has revealed he’s versed in the craft of wizardry, or that casting spells is possible at all. You’re wearing your embarrassing Buzz Lightyear shorts and ‘Tsumu is smacking him on the shoulder. “C’mon, hurry up.”

“That’s not how the stove works,” Osamu barks.

“Not with that attitude, no. You said it’s a quick meal.”

Osamu shoves him away. “Get out!”

“What?! So [Y/n] gets to stay, but I don’t?”

You pull down on your eyelid and stick out your tongue at him. “‘Tsumu, ya know your brother loves me more than you.”

Osamu is now tempted to get rid of you, too. Really, he doesn’t see why two shitheads need to interrupt something that’s supposed to be soothing for him, but at least the smell of the sukiyaki he’s preparing calms him.

“Shut up,” Atsumu says before he invades his brother’s personal space to clutch onto his shirt and shake him back and forth. He slaps him off and mutters something about ‘Do ya know how dangerous that is?!’ but Atsumu is inconsolable in his whining. “‘Samu, say it’s not true!”

“Ha, I knew it.” You back away and point your index finger in the air with a sense of triumph. “Ya don’t really hate him.”

“What did you say?”

At least when the two of you are chasing each other, no one can bother him.

ACT V: GIANT BABA

Atsumu is sprawled over the couch, hogging it as usual. You’re sitting next to Osamu on the floor, hugging your knees to your chest, and he has one hand around your shoulders. Or not really: he’s brushing it against the edge of the couch, not touching you at all, but in his head he has his arm around your shoulders. There’s the usual pronounced boredom on his face while he clicks through the TV channels.

“Who said you can take charge of the remote?” asks Atsumu, poking the back of Osamu’s head with his finger.

“When ya decided to monopolize the couch, I got remote rights.”

Atsumu repeats in a sardonic tone, “When I decided to monopolize the couch.”

Everything seems boring until he ends up on a sports channel. For a second he wonders if it’s going to be volleyball, but it’s a rerun of an old wrestling match. He’s about to go onto the next broadcast, but he glances at you from the corner of his eye and notices an unfamiliar spark on your face, so he discards the remote to his side.

“Ya know, I wanna be a wrestler.”

Osamu thinks this is an incredibly stupid aspiration, but he prides himself on being the more considerate one. “What’s yer stage name gonna be? Don Widdershins?”

“Oh, you still remember that? Yer so weird, ‘Samu.”

For a split second, he is embarrassed.

“The hell does widdershins mean?” Atsumu asks.

“It’s the opposite of clockwise,” you say.

Huh. When he first heard it, Osamu just assumed you made that word up. “Why’d ya wanna be named that?”

“‘Cause shins means crotch, and that’s funny.”

“No, idiot. That’s yer knee to yer ankle,” corrects Atsumu.

“The crotch is not in the ankle.”

Atsumu sits up, lunges over, and tries to put you in a chokehold. Lightly.

ACT VI: YOU’RE LAME

This is the worst summer Osamu has ever had. Not because anything bad has happened, but because, every day, when he sees you, it’s like you have spawned another pair of unbelievably hideous shorts. He wonders if this is some kind of sick joke when he sees Rey Mysterio’s face on the back of your leg. He wonders when he gained the ability to recognize Rey Mysterio at all. “Where do ya keep getting these?”

“They’re custom-made,” you say.

“Why would you do that.”

“In the name of style.”

ACT VII: THE PURCHASE

There is nothing particularly compelling about a rack with sunglasses at a store which sells a random assortment of things. Atsumu wanted to buy knee pads and Osamu has a package of frozen vegetables in his hand. There is no rhyme or reason for the variety of products at this shop.

You’re crouching down and leafing through the price tags. There’s a crease in the print of your shorts in this position that makes it look like Spongebob has no nose and Patrick has been decapitated. He says, “You’ve been staring at ‘em for, like, fifteen minutes.”

“I wanna buy some,” you reason before you seemingly make up your mind and pick a pair.

“But you’ve already got sunglasses.”

“Yeah, but they’re for TINY BABIES who SHIT THEIR PANTS,” you say, and Osamu backs away from you at your outburst. “So, I need new ones. For graduation day.”

“... Sure,” he concedes. Osamu isn’t sure what sunglasses have to do with graduation day, but it is true that the ceremony is two weeks away.

“Thank you.”

ACT VIII: LOVE IS CONDITIONAL

The heart, Osamu thinks, is a stupid organ.

There’s no reason for lunch at school to be his favorite part of his routine, except maybe the food.

Atsumu pushes all the things off his tray and flings it at you. “Yer late again, asshole!”

You dodge as skillfully as usual and pull out a chair with uncanny nonchalance. Your coordination is a bit surprising considering the latest hindrance to your vision, but Osamu supposes you must’ve gotten used to everything being slightly dim with how often you do this bullshit. “I do a ton a’ crappin’.”

“Don’t talk about that when I’m eating, ass,” Osamu scolds, elbowing you when you settle in the space next to him. Sometimes, he thinks his role in this seating arrangement is to prevent a casualty from happening between you and his brother.

He has revised some of his opinions now. Seeing as he’s no longer eleven, Osamu doesn’t believe in cooties or other similar mythological figures, but he’s still not entirely sold on the idea. No matter how many times Atsumu mocks him for ‘liking you,’ he’ll never accept it.

For love to not be nasty, it must fulfill certain conditions.

Osamu has a list for why he doesn’t — and will never — like you like that:

You wear sunglasses indoors.

You own a pair of shorts with the minions on them.

You have a cardboard cut-out of John Cena somewhere in your room.

You ruin meal time by talking about your shitting habits.

You tried to suplex him once.

Similarly, whenever you insist he and Atsumu don’t really hate each other, he refutes you. There are several reasons Osamu hates his brother:

Everyone else does.

He’s incredibly annoying.

He’s a jerk.

He always wins when it matters.

Sometimes, Osamu gets the impression Atsumu can’t stand him much at all.

So, again, he doesn’t know why these moments make him the happiest.

He wonders if there will still be days like these in high school.

ACT IX: THE MEDIATOR

On the way there, you’re wearing your sunglasses again, but at least it’s not indoors. The pavement smells weird — burnt — from the unusual heat of this summer. You’re also lugging around a water gun, but Osamu decides not to question it, even though Atsumu does. “Why do ya have that?”

“Didn’t you hear? Yosano from our class wants to have a water gun fight in the park after the ceremony.”

Not really. The thing is, no one (besides you; anyone who is sound of mind) invites them to play games anymore ‘cause they’re always winning and it’s not fun.

“Is it loaded?” asks Atsumu again.

“I know [Y/n] likes to pretend to be in the mafia and all, but that’s not a real gun, idiot,” Osamu says, voice even.

Atsumu snaps his neck in Osamu’s direction. “Shut up, I know it ain’t.” He shoves him, and that provokes Osamu into shoving him back, and before you can even rationalize all this, you turn back around to ask them why they’re dawdling behind only to see they’re already in a scuffle.

Suddenly, water is trickling down Atsumu’s forehead.

They snap up to scrutinize you from their position, with Osamu toppled over on the ground and Atsumu half-assedly pretending he’s really going to kick him in the face, and they see you aiming the water gun at them. Atsumu backs away from him completely and hurries to lunge at you instead. “Oh, you’re gonna pay for that!”

He doesn’t even make it half-way to where you’re standing before you spurt more water at him, leaving him to still with his hands mid-air. Osamu sits up, face as indifferent as ever, but in his mind he finds this relatively funny.

Another step. You pull the trigger and laugh at him. “Ya remind me of a wet owl. They’re hideous like that, I saw a picture the other night.”

It is predictable that Atsumu reaches out to murder you in broad daylight, so your instantaneous reaction isn’t a display of impressive reflexes. More water spritzes at him, and Atsumu shakes his head around like a wet dog.

Osamu isn’t one to laugh, but he exhales slightly more air from his nose at this.

“Stop that, you jerk. I’m gonna be drenched at the ceremony. And-” he slaps Osamu on the neck, “-quit laughing. You’d look like a wet owl, too.”

You shake the water gun. “I think I’ll call this The Twin Repellant.”

“Ya think yer funny,” says Atsumu with narrowed eyes, and then he huffs and puts his hands on his hips. “How come ‘Samu didn’t get sprayed? I concur!”

“Concur,” you repeat. “Such a big word, ‘Tsumu. But that means agree, not disagree.”

“Yeah, well, you think shins means crotch.”

“I was fourteen!”

“Yeah, grow up,” Osamu chimes in, and then inches closer to you to flick the water gun. “Ya should name that thing The ‘Tsumu Repellant instead.”

ACT X: THE SECOND COMING OF THE JAPANESE BUZZSAW

“Do ya need to wear these everywhere?” asks Osamu when he spares you a glance and lets the onigiri he’d been eating drop down to his plate before he tries to snatch away your sunglasses, and his willingness to ignore his food for a second is probably a testament to how much he hates them. As usual, you’re late for lunch, and as usual, you duck out of the way without much effort.

You believe a flash of your middle finger suffices as an answer. Your chair scrapes against the floor, resulting in a noise that makes him cringe.

Atsumu — tapping into his otherwise unused potential to be aware of others — senses abnormal levels of smugness radiating from you. “You got somethin’ to be happy about, twerp?”

You lean back in your seat and grin, perhaps ruminating the fruits of your labor, whatever they may be. To bring you back to Earth, Osamu nudges you. “Well?” he asks, and though his tone suggests he doesn’t care, you know he wouldn’t be insisting to hear it if he didn’t.

“Ladies an’ gentlemen-”

“Where are the ladies?” Atsumu asks, shifting his eyes to Osamu, and then at his reflection in his tray.

“-you’re lookin’ at the new MMA club captain.”

“We don’t have an MMA club,” says Atsumu, tilting his head.

“Yeah, ‘cause I just made it yesterday.”

“But I thought you liked wrestling?” Osamu presses.

“Well, they didn’t approve of wrestling. So it’s an MMA club, but in my heart, it’s a wrestling club,” you say, leaning the weight of your head against your palm. Sure, there are only four members in your club and the supervisor said he’d be absent most days, but who cares? That’s all you had needed to officiate it.

“Sounds like an excuse to beat on each other to me,” says Osamu. You’ve always had a penchant for violence despite not having a particularly aggressive disposition. It confuses him.

You smirk, adjusting your sunglasses. He thinks one of these days you’ll fall down the stairs and hit your head. “Maybe.”

ACT XI: ‘TSUMU IS LAME

“‘Tsumu,” you begin, walking along with them after the first big official match of the year. Osamu and Suna are trailing behind you two, watching something on Suna’s phone. “You’re such an asshole.”

He rolls his eyes. “Ya know, in moments like these, yer supposed to be cheering me on for my good plays, not chewing me out.”

“I can’t believe you called those girls pigs.” Osamu doesn’t quite remember another instance of your voice sounding so… reprimanding.

“They were annoyin’ me,” he says, like someone being irritating justifies calling them names.

“And,” you imitate his signal for when he wants your school’s side of the court to go quiet, “the hell’s that?”

Osamu pipes up, “I always tell him that shit’s lame, but he won’t listen.”

“Agh! I hate it when you guys gang up on me.” He blows a raspberry in your direction and Osamu kicks him in the butt, which makes him jump.

You sigh, close your eyes and intertwine your fingers behind your head. “Man, I wish I had fans. I’d treat ‘em so much better.”

“Aha, so you’re jealous of me.”

ACT XII, BACKTRACK: YOU’RE LAME

Much to your dismay, the first time they come over, Atsumu doesn’t care much about your fish, passing by his aquarium without a second thought. You frown, and in a bout of pity, Osamu halts in front of it and examines him with the blankest look possible. He seems kinda big — for a fish, anyway, but the tank seems just fine — and he doesn’t know the name of the species. A black body with red splotches and a sheen of silver here and there, and his face is kinda… grumpy. Frowny.

“What kinda fish is this?” asks Osamu once he deems enough time of him staring at your pet has passed.

“He’s a tiger oscar.”

“Oh, let me guess. His name’s Oscar, right?”

“No,” you say. “It’s The Codfather.”

Osamu blinks, and then he groans, and then he drags his hand down his face.

ACT XIII: SUNARIN IS AN ENEMY

It’s not like Osamu needs to introduce you to Suna. You know who Suna is, and he knows who you are, and the three of you are all in the same class. This is a tad too absurd for him — you think some shit like this would suit Atsumu more — but whatever. You’re here now, and you’re being introduced to Osamu’s friend, and you suppose this might be a hint that you’ll be seeing more of him at lunch.

You cross your arms and turn up your nose. “I’m ‘Samu’s best friend.”

Suna stares at you impassively. “… Ok.”

“Just so we’re clear.”

“I don’t think so,” Suna says without elaborating, though it is true that because of volleyball, Osamu spends more time with him now. While he couldn’t care less about what you were talking about, he loves fucking with people far too much not to try checking how short your fuse is.

Osamu elbows you once he realizes you’re about to say something embarrassing. “Stop.”

You elbow him back. “I’m fighting for yer honor!”

“No, you ain’t.”

Suna takes a picture of you nudging and baring your teeth and throwing food at each other and writes #besties in Comic Sans with the editor on his phone.

ACT XIV, REPRISE: THE MEDIATOR

To claim you’ve never seen Atsumu and Osamu get into a petty argument and try to solve it by exterminating the other would be a bold-faced lie. Suna already has his phone out to record it all, but this is the first time you’re both present during one of their brawls.

Carrying a water gun to school everyday wouldn’t be viable, so The Twin Repellent has gone under some revisions ever since your genius mind first incorporated it. You sling over your bag and touch around for something while Suna struggles to remember what they’re even fighting about, but quickly concludes it doesn’t matter. A look of eureka flares over your face and you unhinge your jaw to grin an unnaturally wide smile when you find what you were scouting for.

First it was an empty spray paint can you refilled, but now it’s a real water spray… The new and improved Twin Repellent. You wave it in the air before you stagger into frame and Suna raises an eyebrow at your intrusion, hoping your figure won’t block his angle for recording the action. But then you’re dousing them, and Osamu hisses like he’s demonic and the water is holy, and Atsumu is covering his face and screaming, “Stop it! Stoooop!”

Holy shit. This is the best recording he has yet.

And this is when Suna decides that despite your annoying and sometimes embarrassing demeanor, he likes you just fine.

Later, when you’re watching them practice, Suna asks you what that was.

You pull out the water spray and trail your finger from top to bottom like it is your greatest treasure. “This is The Twin Repellent.”

“Give me that.” He snatches it out of your grasp and you pout before saying,

“Use it wisely.”

Suna marches up to Atsumu and drizzles him for no reason.

ACT XV: SUNARIN IS SOMETIMES AN ALLY

Osamu ends up confiscating The Twin Repellent from Suna. For a second, he wonders if revenge will befall him, but instead Osamu sprays you in the face and says, “Take ‘em off.”

You purse your lips and narrow your eyes at him with a semblance of hatred before you try to wipe your sunglasses on your shirt. They’re smudged now.

It is not long after that Suna reappears and takes hold of it once more and aims for his forehead instead of Atsumu’s. Osamu squeezes his eyes shut and says, “You two-faced backstabber…”

You’re about to celebrate — perhaps go for a high-five — but he stops you in your tracks by spraying you, too.

ACT XVI: SERIOUS BUSINESS

“MMA Club?” asks Suna. The filling of his strange sandwich is dripping all over the table. “Never heard of it. You don’t even look like you can throw hands.”

“Ha?!” With that, you stand up and perform a spinning kick dangerously close to Osamu’s head, and he puts his hand on your ankle and lowers your leg without so much as flinching. “Ya don’t wanna tussle with me, I promise.”

Suna considers it before he shrugs, the jerk of his shoulders letting the miserable contents of his sandwich crawl out and spill. Then, with his tongue poking out, Atsumu dips his finger in and draws a smiley face on his side of the table. “Probably not. I’m a pretty boy, I don’t fight. I only laugh at the people doing it.”

ACT XVII: YOU’RE COOL

“Hurry, hurry,” Atsumu urges, which is unusual since he’s always the one who’s late to things that don’t pertain to volleyball. “I wanna see [Y/n] beat the shit outta someone.”

“I don’t think that’s how MMA works,” says Suna before he kicks away a stray pebble to the side. It lands between Osamu’s shoes, and he boots it out of sight with a dusty drag of his foot against the pavement. Suna watches this unfold like it is way more riveting than your match could possibly be. The fact that you arranged a match with a club from a different school is anomalous enough.

It had been Osamu’s idea to show up, not Atsumu’s. While he’s not thrilled about MMA, or wrestling, or whatever, he thinks they kind of owe it to you for showing up to every game.

Five minutes of watching pass, and he doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he thinks you might be winning. With a distinct lack of enthusiasm, he raises his fist in the air and says, “Go for the neck.”

While it’s not loud enough for you to hear, when Atsumu stands up and yells, “Go for the neck! Go for the neck!” that definitely should be.

You do not go for the neck. This time, Suna doesn’t tell them he believes punching the throat is against the rules, and Osamu takes a glimpse at him and sees he’s recording.

Your lip is busted, but you win, and after the celebration at some shitty near-by fast food place — much to Osamu’s horror — he asks Suna to show him the video. It takes exactly twenty seconds to load and during half of it, his shoes are in frame rather than the fight.

Instead of criticizing his cinematography, Osamu says, “Yer camera’s really shitty. I can count the pixels.”

“But that’s what makes it funny,” Suna argues, even though he has not let out even a giggle ever since he pressed play.

ACT XVIII: THE GODFATHER

He can’t believe he’s attending a funeral for a fish at his age. It’s even raining (would a hypothetical omnipresent higher power cry over the loss of a fish?) and he thinks if this was a scene in a movie, he’d laugh, but you’re anything but amused.

His hair is sticking to his forehead and his clothes are drenched and he’s vaguely aware that there’s mud on his ass. When it first began raining, as an act of consolation, he threw his tracksuit over your head, but the downpour has been so severe that it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s like getting disciplined with The Twin Repellant until it runs out fifty times in a row.

Osamu has known you for many years, but he can’t say he has seen you sob before. The tombstone — a plant marker you wrote ‘THE CODFATHER 2002-2013’ over with a marker — almost topples over and he reaches out to adjust it. He tries, “He lived a long life.”

“They can make it to twenty,” you say, burying your face in your arms, hiding it from view.

“Is this good for the garden?”

“I don’t give a shit about the garden.”

So maybe Osamu wasn’t ever The Codfather’s friend, but it is a fact that he stays out for the funeral until lights out, and it is a fact that he gets sick because of it.

ACT XIX: THE THINGS YOU LIKE COME WITH A WARNING

Suna lights up the cigarette and you can tell it’s not his first time. He’s silent when he joins you on the curb, throwing one leg over the other, and you didn’t know that about him, and he didn’t know that about you. Your neighborhood has always been quiet enough, not that many cars passing by, so the fear of getting your feet run over for sitting here like this doesn’t cross your mind much.

Conversationally, he says, “I heard you got depressed over a fish.”

You narrow your eyes at him in distaste, but he can’t really see under the sunglasses. “Not even one bad word about The Codfather.”

You’d probably whoop him so he resists the urge to repeat ‘The Codfather?’ in an incredulous tone. He’s not taking any chances today. “No, but Atsumu called Osamu weak trash for missing practice.”

“Yeah, you’re an athlete, why are ya smokin’?” you ask, changing the topic.

Suna wrinkles his nose. “So are you.”

“C’mon, ya barely consider the MMA club a real club.”

“But I do,” he says. “I just like to give you shit for it.”

“If the body is a temple, mine’s like, like… The kind animals shit in.” You smile at him.

He smiles at you just a little. “If Kita caught me, he’d say something like ‘That is incredibly irresponsible. Besides, the box says smoking kills. Can’t you read?’ and I’d quit.”

“You know, I never realized, but yer kinda funny.”

“You never realized,” he repeats. If you didn’t know better, you would’ve bought his apathy and thought he wasn’t offended.

ACT XX: BAD NURSE NAKAMURA

Osamu doesn’t think it should be feasible for life to kick someone when they’re already down.

He wipes his snot with his sleeve after a ‘hefty’ recovery, which may or may not have been motivated by Atsumu whining at him all night until he agreed to go to school today, then sniffles. What the fuck is wrong with him, he thinks, and he doesn’t know if he’s thinking it about his brother or about himself.

You look like a sad puppy when he first sees you that morning. Like, the ones that are at the shelter because they got abandoned by who they thought were their loving owners.

“Is something wrong?” he asks. He’s not in the mood for another funeral. (More importantly, he wants you to stop looking so glum.)

“The club disbanded.”

It’s not that strange for a club with only six members to fall apart, but just to fill the space, Osamu asks, “Why?”

“They said it reflects badly on the school.”

“That sucks ass and is stupid as fuck.” Osamu wraps his hand around your shoulder in a shitty, stiff kind of way. And he’s not one to give speeches, doesn’t know what to do about this, but he gives you his bento for lunch and helps Atsumu write a ‘strongly-worded’ letter addressing the staff and hopes it’s enough.

ACT XXI: KITA IS NO-NONSENSE

“The volleyball club,” Kita asserts, “doesn’t need a bodyguard. We’ve been over this.”

“You don’t have a manager, though,” you say, rubbing your chin.

“The manager isn’t a bodyguard.”

“‘Samu and ‘Tsumu have fans. They could die.”

“Hey… I have fans too,” interrupts Aran, but he sounds kind of shy when he says it.

“Also, why are you wearing sunglasses? We’re indoors and the weather is bad. What if something happened to you because you couldn’t see? Or if you ran into somebody else?” Kita asks, disregarding your previous point. His tone has been extremely neutral during this entire exchange. You wonder if there’s something about being unbothered that lands people in the Inarizaki VBC.

“‘Cause bodyguards wear sunglasses.”

“You’re not a bodyguard. Take them off.”

Suna humors you, “I need security.”

“Yer not the one with the bloodthirsty fans, though,” you say.

ACT XXII, REPRISE: YOU’RE COOL

Some little guy with offensively orange hair hits you in what you imagine to be your rock hard abs on accident. The halls are crowded, it’s bound to happen. You turn to examine him, lips set in a thin line, and you realize he’s wearing the uniform of the team your school will be playing today.

This all happens near the bathroom. The toilet is a dangerous place where dangerous people hang around, Hinata thinks, and you look like a character from a yakuza movie.

“I’m sorry-”

“I-” you crane your neck to look at the ceiling but also wishing you hadn’t because the lights are burning your retinas, “-’m Inarizaki’s bodyguard.”

Hinata’s jaw hangs open. Inarizaki High has a bodyguard? And it’s you, the person he just bumped into? Maybe if they get a bodyguard, he’ll stop getting in trouble near the bathroom. He will be asking Shimizu-san about this later.

ACT XXIII, BACKTRACK: ABNORMAL

Even if Atsumu always wins when it counts, at least Osamu knows he’s your favorite twin.

ACT XXIV: THE APOCALYPSE

“‘Tsumu’s throwing a tantrum,” Osamu announces. He’s looking off into the distance and you don’t know what’s so poetic about the supermarket, but you’ll allow it if this is his new way of brooding.

“Isn’t he always?”

“He said I’m abandoning him.”

“Huh,” you say intelligently.

“It’s ‘cause I told him I’ll quit volleyball after high-school, so he’s being all dramatic about it,” he says. “But I dunno… I don’t wanna leave him or anything. Or. Maybe I do. I can’t stand him, but- I don’t really wanna!”

“Yer not abandoning him, you know that.” You pat him on the back. “He just doesn’t wanna be apart from you. Give him some time, it’ll be fine.”

“Ya think so?”

“I mean, yeah.”

Still, Osamu crosses his arms and huffs. “Well, he should knock that shit off. It’s annoying.”

“Aw. You don’t need to hide your sensitive side.”

“I don’t have a sensitive side,” he snaps, leaning away from you once you try to pull on his cheek.

“If you’re not gonna go pro, what are your plans?” you ask, lowering your hand.

He doesn’t yet stop ducking in case you’re trying to lure him into a false sense of security. “I wanna open a restaurant.”

“Yer a lil’ chef, aren’t ya?”

“How do ya make it sound belittling?”

After some contemplation, you say, “I think it’d fit you.”

ACT XXV: LOVE IS ABSTRACT

The heart, Osamu thinks, is an unreasonable organ.

He generally doesn’t consider himself to be a jealous toddler, and he’d say he leans more on the ‘relatively sane’ side of the spectrum. This is beyond stupid, and he can’t believe he’s behaving like Atsumu. But then again, Atsumu wouldn’t understand this, so it’s not like he can tell him about it. He has a volleyball instead of a brain.

Osamu digs into his tuna with uncharacteristic vice and, in a dramatic turn of events, almost tries to choke himself on it. Not because he’s angry or anything, but because he’s being so embarrassing lately he might as well spare himself the misery.

Under the table, Suna nudges your thigh with his like Osamu isn’t right there and can’t see, and your lips quirk up at his anger, and this is exactly the problem. Even his brother has the gall to look amused. At this moment, Osamu feels like he hasn’t laughed a day in his life.

It’s not like he’s that in touch with… it, but:

Love is when Suna is pretending to take videos of the three of you fighting, but really he’s just trying to record you.

Love is when Suna watches one of said videos five times before an important game with a blank expression like some kind of creep.

Love is when you and Suna go out for a smoke on the patio when you’re supposed to be watching a movie with him and ‘Tsumu.

Love is when Suna tries to encourage your nonsensical bullshit.

And, worst of all: love is cooking you lunch every night, love is attending a fucking fish’s funeral during a rainstorm and not regretting it, love is searching up ‘cool rare wrestling facts’ to try to impress someone like some kind of moron.

He’s not really talking about Suna anymore.

In complete honesty, this wasn’t supposed to happen. It just wasn’t. You’re his stupid childhood friend who he used to push on the swings because you thought getting dizzy and throwing up was funny, which is a testament to how much he should not like you. He swore an oath about it and everything.

For fuck’s sake, you used to wear shorts with Spongebob x Patrick yaoi on them. In public. Where people saw him with you.

So, in conclusion, his attempt to asphyxiate himself is entirely justified.

ACT XXVI: WE DON’T NEED THINGS LIKE MEMORIES

“You can’t be serious,” says Suna, looking at you from the corner of his eye before he caves in and shifts his gaze to you altogether.

“About the glasses? Or the balloon?”

“This is probably the first time the glasses have been appropriate,” he tells you. “Considering we’re outside and all.”

There’s a balloon wrapped around your neck by the string. Undoubtedly, you look more idiotic than usual. Atsumu almost seems exiled since he has to stand with his classmates in a different spot. You pretended to reach out for him like he was in jail many times throughout the principal’s speech.

“I think the balloons are for children,” Osamu says.

“What children?” you ask.

“Ya know, the ones seein’ their older relatives graduate?”

“I think forcing kids to attend someone else’s graduation ceremony should be considered child abuse.”

Suna turns around to double over laughing even though it’s not that funny, and Osamu takes a sudden and keen interest in the soles of his own shoes. It’s sunny outside today and he thinks if this oration goes on any longer, his forehead will flare red with a sunburn.

“You hot?” you ask, kicking him lightly to get his attention. “I’ve got just the thing.”

That doesn’t sound good, whatever it may mean. You reach inside your bag and, on second thought, he should’ve known exactly what you had in mind. Before he can curse you out, you’ve Twin Repellent’d all over him and Suna.

The three of you do get let go earlier for ‘ruining the ceremony.’ And he can’t argue that getting drenched cooled him down, so overall, your stupidity comes out at a net positive. An hour and a half later, Atsumu pulls up to where you’re at and complains about you guys ditching him like everything is normal, and Osamu finds that coming to terms with finishing high school is a tad more complicated than he assumed.

ACT XXVII: SUNARIN ISN’T ANYTHING IN PARTICULAR

Two weeks after, some students from your year already try to organize a reunion party, or a post-graduation party, or whatever. To Osamu’s face, you call them ‘SAPPY SENTIMENTAL LAMES’ before immediately replying that you’ll be there.

He’s not much of a party-goer. It’s much more your and Atsumu’s scene and, even then, you’d both rarely attend, but he doesn’t see much harm in going. He picks you up with his brother in tow and you show up together because bad things come in threes.

Suna is somehow already there, which Osamu finds uncharacteristic. A dim room, bad electronic music and people with shitty dance moves greet him when he opens the door to invite himself in, the two of you trailing behind him.

“You guys think I look good?” asks Suna, but Osamu only sighs because he knows the question is just directed at you.

“I’m not gonna front with ya, Suna, I can’t really see ya well at all right now,” you say.

At this, Osamu sighs even harder.

Ready to push him out of the way so he can find something fun to do, Atsumu adds, “And ya still have labia bangs, so.”

It is an incredible feat of self-restraint that Suna doesn’t lunge at him and murder him in cold blood in front of about fifty witnesses for this. To sate his bloodlust before a more secluded area becomes available, he steps on Atsumu’s toe with a surprising amount of force, drawing out an ouch.

Now that your guard is low, Osamu plucks your sunglasses and places them over the top of his head. You whip back around to stare at him in betrayal.

“Yer gonna fall over and die and get trampled on-”

“How optimistic!” you interrupt, shuddering.

“-like this, so just leave ‘em to me. Sharing is caring or whatever they say.” And with that, he pushes you in Suna’s direction before he tries to make his way around the crowd to follow after Atsumu.

You part your lips in slight puzzlement. “Woah, he totally doesn’t want our asses around him.”

Suna shrugs. “His loss. You wanna dance?”

“I dunno. I don’t know how,” you say, which is your usual excuse for when you’re not in the mood to dance. That, and you like seeing people embarrass themselves by convincing you they’ll teach you.

“Neither does anyone else here,” he quips before he imitates the way a guy with his back turned to the two of you is dancing. It seems to involve pretending to be swinging a lasso with one hand and whipping with the other.

You press your palm against your mouth to stifle your laughter. “I can’t believe ya just did that. You only asked so you could make fun of him, didn’t ya?”

“I mean, you already know.”

“Good ol’ Rin,” you say before you find the alcohol terribly unwatched, bringing up a bottle of whiskey to eye-level then resolving to ‘borrow’ it.

“They’ve got ‘em red cups. So cliche.” Even though he’s complaining, he pops open a can of beer and pours some for both of you.

“Good idea, I need a couple a’ drinks before I start strippin’ on tables.”

He takes his first sip. “This is gonna be our last night with most of these people. I mean, shit, they’re cornballs that I hate, but… I dunno, it’s so bizarre.”

“Right, I get ya.” You nod sagely before you collapse on a nearby couch, putting your legs over the table and knocking over something that suspiciously looks like a porcelain vase. Instead of wallowing in guilt over it, you think that it’s a strange placement for a vase. “Couldn’t live without seeing the cowboy dance move.”

“God, that was busted as hell,” he says, and though he sounds indifferent like usual, you can see that deep down he’s rattled by secondhand embarrassment. Then he kicks your legs off of the table to replace them with his, and you start nudging and wrestling each other.

While passing the whiskey bottle back and forth, you talk about endless nonsense. You tell him about some conspiracy theory about McDonald’s putting horse meat in chicken nuggets you read on a forum and he tells you about how he spent half an afternoon watching a spider in his house trap and eat a stink bug, and the conversation doesn’t get any more intellectual from there on.

Apparently the two of you have similar alcohol tolerance because you reach the stage of inebriation where you start making bad decisions at around the same time. Despite how close you already are because of all the pushing and play-fighting, he invades your personal space even further and asks, “You wanna make out?”

“Sure.”

It’s not like either of you is a kissless virgin, so you reason it can’t go that bad.

He slides an arm around your waist and pushes you with your back against the couch, straddling you. Maybe just to flex your MMA prowess, you flip over your positions, and he decides he doesn’t care enough to fight you on it.

Then, tyranny possesses you because you run your hands down his sides and start tickling him.

“The fuck’s with you?” he asks, pushing your hands away between laughter.

“Ya never laugh,” you say. “Just stand there like…” Then you set your eyebrows straight and let your mouth go slack, wiping all emotion from your face.

“Yeah, so stop, shh. I’ve got a reputation to keep.”

“I was just curious. Don’t blame me!”

Then, there is a moment of silence when you stare into each other’s eyes.

ACT XVIII: ‘SAMU IS LAME

When Osamu catches a glimpse of you making out with Suna from across the room, he reacts like any reasonable adult would.

With a tap, he lets your sunglasses slide down his forehead and settle over his eyes.

ACT XIX, REPRISE: MISFORTUNE

Suna doesn’t know what the two of you are, which probably means you’re not anything. Which is fine, but may be a bit inconvenient now that the two of you will be living together. You agreed that rooming with a stranger for university would be marginally worse than going with a friend, and here you are.

You’d been on vacation when he first settled inside the apartment, so he arrived two weeks earlier than you, and now he’s stuck helping you carry and unpack your stuff.

He appraises the cardboard cutout that you’re embracing like a lover with a judgemental gaze. “Does Cena-san need to move in with us?”

“He’s my friend,” you justify, turning up your nose.

He still remembers the texture of your lips and the warmth of your skin and the weight of you, so real, with your stomach pressed against his and other similar things that make him feel grossly compromised. The memory is hazy, yes, but to get it off his mind, he says, “That’s a bit sad.”

“He promises he won’t go outside my room.”

“… I fuckin’ hope not.”

ACT XXX: LOVE IS LETTING GO

The heart, Osamu would think, is a dramatic organ.

Which is exactly why this sucks so many balls, if it were up to Suna to word it. It’s not like he signed up to be your fairy godmother or anything, but he needs to tell you.

The kiss was a mistake, but in his defense, he was as piss drunk as you were. He knows you and Osamu are in love with each other. It’s not a grand, disgusting kind of love, but it’s big enough for him to see it.

And Suna is mischievous sometimes, but he’s not malicious. He wanted to be selfish for the night — kiss you once, get you out of his system, and here’s how well that went. So he’ll fix it.

You’re smoking with him outside and it’s cold, the sky is gray, obscured by clouds. He says, “You know, I think you should tell him.”

You flutter your stupid eyelashes and look at him in genuine confusion. “Hm?”

Suna remembers the pain scales with ugly emoticon drawings they hang up at hospitals, and he thinks he’s currently at an ‘inflamed internal bleeding slight wince’ 7. “Osamu. Tell him.”

“Tell him what? He doesn’t need to know I messed up the laundry.”

“No. Don’t make me say it.”

“Say what?”

“This is gross.” Suna furrows his eyebrows and fakes gagging in an unusual show of emotions. “Tell Osamu you’re in love with him.”

“Why?”

What kind of question is that? Are you not even going to deny it?

“He’s been avoiding us and making inbred dog faces ever since he saw us kiss at the party. You do the math.” Suna takes another drag, then exhales. “C’mon, I miss my best friend. And Atsumu, I guess.”

“I’m ‘Samu’s best friend,” you say on reflex, glaring at him before you punch him in the shoulder. “How many times do we need to have this conversation?”

“Not for long.”

You stare, and to your horror Suna stares back, and then you redirect your gaze to the ground with a distasteful purse of your mouth. “If I get rejected, yer gonna wash the dishes for a month.”

He snorts like your suggestion is any way comical. “Blow me. I won’t.”

ACT XXXI: LOVE IS

“I like goin’ out with you an’ all, but we’ve been sitting in silence for thirty minutes,” Osamu says. It’s a nice restaurant with comfortable seats and an expensive menu, but. What. Not to mention, all you did was send him the location and write ‘code red,’ making him believe this was in any way urgent.

You fondle with your free glass of water in a way that’s not at all awkward or unnatural. “Lots a’ weather we’ve been having lately.”

“Sure,” he says after some deliberation over your statement. Better not question it, he figures.

You twist your face and it looks like you’re about to shit yourself for a moment. “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

In this exact moment, you think you see Osamu malfunction. First it starts with heresy: he drops his chopsticks mid-air and they clatter on the table, letting the sushi roll slip. Then he unhinges his jaw and gapes at you with a vague sense of something you can’t quite decipher. It’s not like you didn’t try to be casual, so what’s with the overreaction?

“Don’t say shit like that outta nowhere! Ya almost sent me into cardiac arrest,” he says, reaching over to flick you on the forehead.

“That doesn’t really answer my question,” you say, rubbing the spot.

“Do ya…? For how long?”

You frown because why does it matter right now? “I don’t know.”

“Outside,” he says in a panic. “Let’s go out. For a bit.”

“Ya wanna fight?”

“No? What’s wrong with you?”

“I dunno,” you say. “There is a dingy alleyway in the back.”

The dingy alleyway, Osamu thinks as he examines it, would be convenient if he were to rob someone. But he doesn’t want to do that, and he thinks you must be rubbing off on him for that to even cross his mind. It’s also hardly a romantic setting, but whatever. You wanted to be a mafioso, so it could be perfect for all he knows.

“I, umm,” he starts and the words don’t make it past his thoughts, at least not the ones he wants to say, but he can show you if you let him. “Can I…?”

“Sure,” you say. It occurs to you that it is incredibly concerning that this is the blase response you give every time someone wants to exchange germs with you.

When Osamu leans down to kiss you, it’s not special because it feels any different. Lips, you think, are skin flaps, and there’s nothing remarkable about any of them. But it’s special because you can sense emotion behind it for the first time — the tenderness, the longing, the surrender, anything else he can’t say. Because it’s Osamu.

And when you pull away, your hold is still firm around his waist and he doesn’t let go of your face yet. You ask, “So does that mean…?”

“Uh, shit. I mean, yeah. Obviously,” and he sweeps in for another kiss.

So maybe you did think shins means crotch, and maybe Osamu did pretend to have his arm over your shoulder in his head that one time, and maybe you are still crazy about each other in the most self-contained way possible.

ACT XXXII: FORTUNE

For Osamu, it starts in the womb because Atsumu is his brother.

#osamu x reader #osamu x you #miya osamu x reader #suna x you #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu imagine #one shot

[nicka-nell]

SFW-Requests/HC

Osamu - feeding his s/o

Matsukawa - comforting his stressed out s/o

Ushijima | Satori - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Osamu | Kuroo - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Bokuto | Suna | Atsumu - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Sakusa | Akaashi | Sawamura - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Semi | Oikawa | Kenma - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Akaashi | Ushijima | Iwaizumi - React to your ex boyfriend writing to you

Sakusa | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sugawara - What they give you for the anniversary

Sakusa - Accidental confession

Ushijima | Tendou - New year celebration

Osamu | Atsumu - Miya twins with their twin babies

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa | Suna | Kuroo | Iwaizumi - Showering with their s/o

Suna - Remember us this way (angst) Part 1 | Part 2

Atumu - break up because of a pregnancy (angst)

Suna - pregnancy confession going wrong

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa - Seeing you in lingerie

Ushijima | Sakusa | Atsumu | Osamu - Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

Oikawa | Osamu | Kita - Things you fight about and how they comfort you afterwards

Kuroo | Ushijima | Suna - Things you fight about a lot and how they comfort you afterwards

Good morning kisses - Bokuto | Futakuchi | Kita | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sawamura | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Atsumu | Bokuto | Oikawa | Osamu | Suna | Ushijima

Awkward boyfriend moments - Kita | Iwaizumi | Akaashi | Kuroo | Daichi | Ennoshita | Matsukawa | Kageyama | Hinata 

How they found out they love you and how they confessed - Semi | Ushijima | Daichi | Osamu

18+ Requests/HC 🔞🍋

Akaashi | Oikawa | Kuroo - Having their first time

Sawamura | Sugawara | Tendou - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Bokuto | Kozume - Having their first time

Osamu | Sakusa | Atsumu | Haiba - Having their first time

Suna | Matsukawa | Ukai | Hanamaki - Having their first time

Kyoutani | Ushijima | Kageyama - Having their first time

Daishou | Kita | Azumane - Having their first time

Yaku | Nishinoya | Hinata - Having their first time

Semi | Shirabu | Futakuchi - Having their first time

Kunimi | Yamaguchi - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Ushijima | Tendou - How they comfort their s/o when she thinks he wants to break up because of another girl

Atsumu | Sakusa | Oikawa - pregnancy sex

Osamu | Hinata | Suna | Tsukishima

Social Media-AU/Text Messages

SMAU: Ride of love - Osamu x reader | Atsumu x reader

Ushijima |Tendou - I’m breaking up with you

Bokuto | Kuroo - I’m breaking up with you

Kozume | Kageyama - I’m breaking up with you

Atsumu | Sakusa - I’m breaking up with you

Kuroo | Kozume | Kageyama | Oikawa - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Tendou | Bokuto | Akaashi - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Yamaguchi | Atsumu | Kuroo - He accidentally confesses

Kozume | Ushijima | Tendou - Tell them you're pregnant

Kageyama | Sawamura | Oikawa - Tell them you're pregnant

Sakusa | Atsumu | Akaashi - Tell them you're pregnant

Bokuto | Osamu | Kuroo - Tell them you're pregnant

18+ Oneshot🔞🍋  

Suna x Kita x Osamu x Atsumu x reader - Pinned down (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Suna x reader, Akaashi x reader - Pinned down Part 2 (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Server Collab

Autumn Leaves - Colorful colors, joy and love (Ukai x reader)

Fantasy - Just a dream (Sawamura x reader)

Fist choice - Tell me when (Atsumu x reader)

Meet Ugly - Misunderstanding (Sakusa x reader)

18+ Server Collab 🔞🍋

Fantasy - You will be mine (DC/ Ukai x Reader)

Prompt: If he knew - Say... Who do you belong to (DC/ Ushijima x Reader)

Secret Santa - Merry Christmas Princess (Sakusa x Reader)

Hard at work - Behave, little brat (Atsumu x Reader x Sakusa)

Mythology - Trapped in eternity (DC/ Kuroo!Hades x reader!Nymph)

Public Sex - Just one stop (Suna x reader)

Halloween - Payback time (Suna x reader)

Three times the charm - Pleasant Distraction (DC/ Suna x reader x Osamu)

#nelas navi #haikyuu navigation #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader

[ofdreamsanddoodles]

what are your anime recs? you always are posting abt titles i never thought to pick up so im curious.

great question! i'm sick, so i'm not gonna go too indepth, but here's some stuff i think deserves a shot!

Evangelion: my girlfriend made me watch this. it's good. you agree

SSSS. Gridman: what if god was a depressed teenage girl trying to use her kaiju to kill us all. what if a mech had a dissociative disorder.

The Aquatope on White Sand/Shiroi Suna No Aquatope: a failed idol runs away and becomes friends with a teenage girl trying to run & save her family's aquarium. it's got beautiful scenery, with a hint of magic, and focuses a lot on just like, how hard it is to grow up and realize you might not be able to take everything with you. i recced it to my friend & they said it felt unique because the second half is just about them after they graduate high school, feeling lost in their new jobs, but its still like. a very inspiring anime

Insomniacs After School/Kimi wa Houkago Insomnia: two kids with insomnia decide to become part of an astrology club to pass the time. in a lot of ways, it's about them finding solace in someone else when they felt previously felt isolated, learning about photography & falling in love & slowly learning more about each other

Dead Mount Death Play: A necromancer from another world gets placed in the body of a recently dead teenager, befriends his killer, and ends up involved in a variety of misadventures, including befriending the mafia and starting a career as a fortune teller. really great story for anyone looking for a show where every single member of the cast is deeply unhinged in a variety of ways

Shy: Shy is japan's only hero (there are like, 6 total in the world) who got her name from being "so shy she wants to die." she's 14 years old, and living in a world where her fellow heroes have created a world without war, but now a mysterious figure is granting others power & forcing them to use it for destruction. it focuses a lot on the relationship between shy & her best friend, a girl who she was previously unable to save from falling out a roller coaster, which of course makes it very yuriful

i havent actually WATCHED sousou no frieren but i've read the manga, and it's very good. it's about an elf who was part of the hero's adventuring party about 100 years ago when they defeated a demon lord, but being an elf, she's managed to outlive them all & is on adventures with a new party. it's very bittersweet in a lovely way

also watch some precure & experience the magic of friendship

#asks #anime recs

[kemistre]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄.

-> taglist here! 

synopsis. master assassin fox has been assigned yet another dangerous mission from the commission in which he works for; mission 0625: to kill that of the mafia boss and his right hand man along his twin body guards. but for the first time ever, fox has to learn how to deal with a partner—you, a novice assassin.   ↳ suna rintarou x fem!reader

content warnings. assassin!AU, mafia!AU, guns, knives, descriptions of blood, descriptions of violence/fighting, description of deaths, cursing, character death, torture in the form of cigarette burns on the skin, tba

word count. tba

author’s note. giving this another chance bc i love the concept so i will be working on it hopefully

ONE. | CODENAME: FOX

synopsis. in order to retrieve evidence against the mafia, he finds himself in a populated office building.

TWO. | MISSION 0625

synopsis. fox is given a dawtining task, to destroy the mafia, mission 0625. but unlike his usual jobs where he goes in solo, he’s forced to be with a partner, you, a novice assassin. 

THREE. | A JAW DROPPING PREFORMANCE

synopsis. in the search for even more evidence on the mafia with his newfound partner, fox is forced to break into the building of one of the most powerful CEOs in japan. 

FOUR. | APPEARANCES

synopsis. frustrated at his lack of finds, fox descends back to the ground level of the building where there seems to be a commotion he couldn’t just ignore.

FIVE. | A FOX’S PAST

synopsis. tba

SIX. | SIN

synopsis. tba

SEVEN. | TOUCH

synopsis. tba

EIGHT. | HOLDING ON

synopsis. tba

NINE. | HIM

synopsis. tba

TEN. | FIRSTS

synopsis. tba

ELEVEN. | RUSTIC

synopsis. tba

TWELVE. | HEART ON FIRE

synopsis. tba

THIRTEEN. | SOMEONE LIKE YOU

synopsis. tba

FOURTEEN. | MIND ON ICE

synopsis. tba

FIFTEEN. | LOST SOULS

synopsis. tba

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#[εïз] — fluffy time #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #suna x reader #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna au #haikyuu au #haikyuu!! series #suna rintarou fluff #suna rintarou angst #haikyuu angst #haikyuu

[blueparadis]

I'll reblog with the ao3 link once I get a winner, dropping the first chapter.

in the honour of finishing my first series ( under one roof )and that too on Ran, I'm doing this poll just to see which one y'all are eager to read the most. I'll eventually write all of them but for now I need a little help for starting the next. my ao3. thank you for your vote !

#fandom polls #writing poll #paradistalks #genshin impact #tokyo revengers #haikyuu #fanfictions #reader insert #ao3 fanfic #ao3 works #ao3 link #ao3 update #archive of my own #archive of our own #wakasa x y/n #wakasa x you #wakasa x reader #suna x y/n #suna x you #suna x reader #sakusa x you #sakusa x y/n #sakusa x reader #kaveh x reader #kaveh x you #kaveh x y/n #al haitham x reader #al haitham x you #al haitham x y/n #fanfics

[heich0e]

Dear Liv,

LIV this is so overdue there have been multiple moments this week where I wanted to send you an ask! I’ve narrowed it down to three things for now.

1. I am trying to enter my Shakespeare era by reading his sonnets and Nr. 19 reminds me of your Vampire Matsuhana before makki turned mattsun. This is solely want I’m getting from the sonnet: begging time to spare his lover from aging. It gives me major human x vampire romance :(((

2. I started a webtoon called mafia nanny which made me think of your yakuza suna and then that reminded me that you once worked as a nanny hehehe. And then I had to think of which yakuza + single dad!blorbo I’d take a bullet for…methinks daichi…who would you pick?

3. A FORGET ME NOT MARCO SEQUEL?!?!? Is it an after happy ending fluff fic or does it contain more angst? :’)))))))

4. I LOVE U!!! (the best and most important part has to come last) and I hope you’re having a wonderful, restful weekend!! How are you gonna indulge yourself?

Yours truly,

Nana <333

PS concerning the Shakespeare thought, I have little to no idea what sonnet 19 actually means…so pls no judging…I know you’re a Shakespeare girly so I’m being very brave and vulnerable right now…

HELLO BEAUTIFUL NANA i hope you had a lovely relaxing weeekendddd!!

WHAT A MESSAGE!! here are my follow ups <3

OMG NANA SHAKESPEARE ERA!! QUEEN OF LITERATURE!! i honestly was never super super into the sonnets and mostly studied the plays, but i am familiar w sonnet 19 and this vampire matsuhana comment made me go CRAZY. i've always rly liked sonnet 19 because of how violently the passing of time is described... "Devouring time" is also just like a delicious series of words... like yeah time IS devouring.... that guy mighta been onto something. (also i had to double check this info bc i was sure i made it up but i'm p ReTT y sure this sonnet in particular is believed to be written from a female perspective!! which i just love!!)

MAFIA NANNY SOUNDS LIKE SOMETHING I WOULD BE INTO MAYHAPS I WILL BE CHECKIN THAT ONE OUT!! also yes liv nanny arc was a very interesting season of my life heheh (choosing not to acknowledge the yakuza!suna reference for my own peace of mind xoxo) re: yakuza + single dad.... DAICHI IS AN ABSOLUTELY YUMMY THOUGHT. a few other men came to mind too.... kita.... geto.... dare i say wakatoshi??

YES I WAS SHOOK WHEN I FOUND THE NOTES!!! the sequel is set after the end of the manga when the corps (or what remains of them RIP) is returning back to paradis from marley.... there is also a huuuuuuge plot twist in that one but i dare not say more...

I LOVE U MOREEEEEEEEEEE!! i had a very relaxing weekend actually just kicking around the house!! i did do 5 loads of laundry though so i feel very accomplished <3 i hope you had a weekend full of treats n good sleep and nice weather where you are, sweet girl!! you deserve nothing less!!

SENDING U THE BIGGEST SQUISH AN EARTHLY BODY IS CAPABLE OF AND ALL MY LOVE FOREVER <3

ps - your shakespeare thought was wonderful and insightful and brilliant just like u

#liv got mail