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moon4nge1 · 10 months

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Haikyuu!! Imagine

Pairings! Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Oikawa, and Kuroo x f!reader (implied)

Prompt!

⤻ “don’t you know who I am?” He asked, his eyes narrowed at you. You nodded your head, “of course I know who you are. I just don’t care.”

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Atsumu Miya

His eyes widen in shock, surprised at your response. “What do ya mean ‘ya don’t care’?” He questioned you back, putting up air quotes after repeating your words. You only shrug your shoulders, “I mean I think your popularity is overrated. Like you play volleyball plus you are good looking-“ he cuts you off. “Hmm so you also think I’m good looking?” He teases, leaning towards you. You rolled your eyes at him, pushing his head away, “if you would’ve let me finish, I was going to say, ‘to others, but to me you’re like an average guy.” He can only grin, not seeming to acknowledge your words. “Nah ya think im pretty.” He smiles wide, wrapping an arm around you, much to your protests. “Ahhh it’s alright, everyone joins the ‘Tsumu club at one point”

Osamu Miya

He looks surprised for a spilt second before it disappears. “Hmm you don’t have to lie. It just makes you seem more desperate.” He muttered out, about to turn on his heel and leave. Your eyebrows scrunched together at his words. “Excuse me? I’m sorry but not everyone is your little fan girl Miya.” You exclaimed, your arms crossed against your chest as anger builds within you. He lets out a sigh, “ya right that was a little rude of me, sorry. But seriously I’m not falling for the whole ‘im not an admirer’ thing. It gets old” he groaned, his hand coming up to rub at his face. You can feel a little sympathy for the younger twin in front of you grow, “geez, I’m actually starting to feel bad for you. It happens that much for you to accuse everyone for it?” Your tone was soft, and didn’t hold any previous anger. He looked at you suspiciously, he couldn’t tell if you were being honest with him right now. You shrugged your shoulders, “well consider me not a fan, seriously. I mean you’re very talented, but I’m not going crazy over it like your fans.” You snort, finding it ridiculous how one can go crazy over this boy. He rolled his eyes, “I guess we can be friends.” He stated out of nowhere, catching you off guard. “W-what?” You almost chocked on your saliva. He grins, walking away. “See ya later y/n” he waves to you in the air. You’re left standing dumbfounded in the middle of the hallway as Osamu turns the corner. “Wait how do you know my name?!” You call after him, but didnt get a reply back as he was already across campus.

Rintarō Suna

“Really?” He questioned, suspiciously eyeing you. You nod your head again, “I don’t know what they see in you honestly. Don’t get me wrong, you’re amazing at volleyball, but outside of it you’re just so normal.” You shrugged you shoulders. He let out a hum, nodding his head. “Well most of the girls are really after the Miya’s” he shrugged, “I can’t tell you how many times a girl has came up to me just for the twins” he grumbled out, annoyed at how many interruptions he gets a day. You let out a low whistle, “well if it helps any better, I’d very much rather pick you over the twins any day” you stated before quickly adding, “still not going to be fan though!” He let’s out snort, nodding his head. “Alright, whatever you say.” He grabs his phone, and a sudden panic fills you. “Wait I’m being for real! Ugh I was just trying to, I guess, cheer you up?” You rushed out, but it sounded more as a question than you clearing the air. He can only grin and pretend to scroll on his phone, amused at how you’re trying to defend yourself.

Tōru Oikawa

He gasped dramatically, his hand placed over his heart. “No way, there’s no way that you’re not whipped for me.” He states matter-of-factly, only making you cringe a little. “Ugh seriously do you always act like this?” You question eyeing him weirdly. He drops the act, letting out a sigh. “Yeah that was a little over the top” he gives you a cheeky smile, before leaning towards you a bit. “Hmm are you sure you’re not whipped for me though?” He raised an eyebrow, a small smirk on his lips. You take a step back surprised, “are you trying to seduce me!?” You accuse, and he immediately stands straight. “N-no I was just.. gosh no why would you think like that” he groans out, his arms outstretched in front of him. You try to hold in your laughter, but fail. “I didn’t expect you to fall for that” you said between laughs. Oikawa has a pout upon his lips as he watches you try to compose yourself. “You’re not funny. That was not funny.” He grumbled, crossing his arms. You wipe away fake tears as you slowly nod your head, “it was little funny.” You guys bickered back and forth, and he couldn’t help but to enjoy having a nice interaction with someone outside his team.

Tetsurō Kuroo

He smirks, “sure doll, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You let out a huff of air, “see this is exactly why I don’t understand how girls fawn over you.” Rolling your eyes, you crossed your arms. “Like seriously, the cocky-ness is just too much” he shrugged his shoulders, “it’s not everyone’s cup of tea,” he eyed you. “But hey maybe I can change that” he flirtatiously said, which only earned him a scoff in return. “Yeah, hard pass. I’d much rather stick with being a watcher than a fan.” You stated. He quirked an eyebrow, “if you watch me doesn’t that make you fan?” Your eyes widen slightly, before you’re shaking your head, “listen I can enjoy talent when I see it. But to go out of my way to gain your attention? No way” you clarified. He couldn’t help the smirk that made its way to his lips, “whatever helps you sleep at night doll.” He turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you to walk after him. “I’m serious Kuroo, do not think I’m going to fawn over you!” He only hums in response, a smug look on his face.

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✧ ☽ ✧ ps. I hoped you enjoyed this! This is my first time writing an imagine, so I hope it’s good! NOT PROOFREAD!!

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: osamu miya's valentine special.

`· . ꔫ sypnosis: in which you ask osamu how to bake a cake for your crush. osamu, heartbroken, willingly teaches you without him knowing that he was your crush all along.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, minor hurt with comfort, osamu thinking his love was unrequited, reader is a cheeky one, inaccurate recipe.

⚠ warning/s: none.

my HQ masterlist. (valentine's edition)

"i need help." was the first thing you said to osamu today. "wow, not even a "good mornin'"?" he jokes. you only continued to look at him with a serious expression, which meant that you weren't in a joking mood. osamu gulped. you could be really intimidating sometimes..

"..what do you need my help fer?"

"i need you to teach me how to bake a cake for valentine's day." you admitted. now, atsumu, the elder twin who happened to be sitting right next to osamu, was intrigued. "a cake?" atsumu chuckles, "you gonna give that to yer li'l crush, or what?"

the way your eyes widened with the innocent pair of your red cheeks broke osamu's heart. atsumu's eyes, too, were widened at the unexpected reaction from you. he looked over at the younger twin with sympathy, knowing how he's been madly in love with you ever since middle school. yeah, they fight like tyranical pigs, but at the end of the day, they're still family.

osamu coughed, trying to clear the sudden dryness in his throat. "oh— yeah. okay. sure, i'll teach ya." he assures you, and the way your face lit up was just adorable. but the aching fact that you were this ecstatic to bake a cake for someone that wasn't him was just painful.

"is after school alright?" you asked, and osamu nodded. once you left to go to your own classroom, osamu looked over at atsumu with a wounded expression.

"told ya she didn't like me." he mumbles, "i'd like the three pudding packs we bet on, please."

"..got it."

time skip.

you walked home with the miya twins. since osamu would be teaching you how to bake, atsumu wanted to tag along "just for the fun of it." he claims.

but atsumu had a plan.

it's called:

"make-y/n-fall-for-osamu-by-being-extra-annoying."

he thinks it's a brilliant name. spot on.

you unlocked the door to your house and showed the twins where the shoe rack was. once they took their shoes off, you dropped two pairs of house slippers, letting them switch shoes and rest on the couch. "wait here, i'll just go and change." you excused yourself from the twins to put on some more comfortable clothes.

the house was tidy. there was a wall of framed pictures that caught osamu's eye. most of them were of you when you were younger. there was one of you with a pet, one of you smiling with a missing tooth, another with you eating ice cream, and plenty more. it made osamu unknowingly smile.

atsumu cringed.

sure, he's trying to make you fall for osamu, but that doesn't mean he's magically immune from the lovesick glances of his brother.

"okay, i'm back!" you returned in a nice set of pajamas and your hair tied into low pigtails. "so cute!" both the twins thought as they clenched their chests.

"i want to bake a heart-shaped red velvet cake so that it fits in with the theme of valentine's. do you think he'd like something like that?" you asked osamu with a cheeky little smile, hinting toward your crush.

"it'll be from you. of course he'd like it." osamu thought out loud, and your jaw drops momentarily. "o- oh! you think so?" you said, bashfully rubbing the back of your head. "yes. i'm sure of it." he replied.

silence. it was so overbearing that atsumu had to hold in his own cough.

"d- do you have any cream cheese? it'd be good for the frostin'." he asked, trying to clear the tension in the air. you looked inside your fridge and found two blocks of cream cheese. "mhm!"

"okay. let's wash our hands, then i'll tell you what to do." he said. you went to the kitchen, and osamu looks over at atsumu, who was watching the two interact before him with a smirk. "don't do anythin' stupid." osamu said before following you into the kitchen. "ha?! like i'd do anythin' stupid, stupid!" atsumu exclaimed in offense.

time skip.

you held a white, clean, apron in front of you with a gleeful little smile. "y'know it's not really necessary to wear one, right? especially since we're just doin' this at home." osamu says.

you nod it off, "yes, i know, but i've always wanted to wear one of these!" you tie the laces comfortably around your nape and you then reach for the ones near your waist next.

osamu reaches over and ties it for you. "is this okay?" he asks. you nod, your heart beating erratically against your chest at the kind gesture.

"you two gotta knock it off with the lovey-doveyness, it's givin' me a headache." atsumu says, and osamu snaps his head at the older twin with an exasperated expression "nevermind, i think my head is fine." atsumu quickly replies.

time skip.

you laid all of the ingredients, needed utensils, measuring cups, bowls, and appliances out on your kitchen table gracefully. now, you were just staring at osamu for his instructions. unbeknownst to you, osamu found your expression right now very cute.

"so.. what now?" you asked.

"right— okay."

"focus, 'samu. i get that y/n is cute & all, but y'gotta teach her sooner or later." atsumu said from the dining table. he just wanted to watch, and.. perhaps commentate.

what atsumu said brought both your faces aflame. "shut yer trap, 'tsumu. if you're just here to watch us, go home." osamu scolded. "no way! m'definitely helpin'." atsumu raised his own hands as if he's been caught, "just not in the way you think." atsumu says under his breath.

time skip.

you're trying, keyword: trying, to whisk the egg whites together, but it's not getting to the meringue texture you're aiming for. osamu sees you struggling and decides to help you. he stands closely behind you and puts his large palm over your own hand that's holding the whisk. "like this." he mutters lowly as he demonstrates, using your hand to whisk the egg whites. soon enough, you notice that the texture is finally changing!

"woah! osamu, you're a genius!" you cheered, your eyes sparkling at the clear difference.

osamu smiles softly. this feels oddly domestic..

"if you both keep standin' close like that, i'm gonna start thinkin' you're husband and wife." atsumu interrupts your sweet moment with a fact, and osamu is quick to distance himself from you. "will you be quiet for just once in yer damned life..?" osamu murmured, ignoring the sudden rise in the temperature.

atsumu shrugs, "m'just sayin'!"

time skip.

the cake is finally finished. osamu let you deal with the designs as you wanted it to be special and from the heart. it ended up being prim and perfect, a cake that screamed you. just like how you wanted.

"thank you for helping me, 'samu. and thank you 'tsumu for.. coming over?" you expressed your gratitude in a mildly uncertain way. "it was nothin'." atsumu grinned as if he had just accomplished something great.

he didn't even know if his plan worked, but he did enjoy watching you and osamu interact today.

"see ya tomorrow, y/n!" atsumu bids his goodbyes, and he's out of sight. now, you're left with osamu. "i— uhm.. see you tomorrow, 'samu!" you squeaked, and before osamu could reply, you closed the door on him.

osamu sighs. his twin was probably being too pushy with the teasing today, and he must've made things weird between you two.

which is what he thinks.

thanks to atsumu, you're rolling around on the floor like a child, giggling over the number of comments he made earlier about you and osamu looking all cute together.

while you couldn't wait for valentine's, osamu was practically dreading it.

time skip.

you can tell that osamu has been avoiding you. the way he dodged your attempts of hugging him or the way he didn't answer when you called out his name.

you didn't know exactly why he was doing this, but you had a small idea.

it was the end of the day, and you saw osamu walking home alone. you asked atsumu to stay behind for a bit so as not to ruin the moment.

"boo!" you attempted to spook osamu, and since he looked like he was deep in thought, you succeeded. he flinched and looked behind him to see the one and only culprit. you.

"oh, y/n." he recognizes your cute face, "did you give the cake to yer crush yet? how'd it go?" he asked one question after another, even though he really didn't want to know the answer.

"nope. he kept avoiding me for some reason." you said. osamu only hummed in sympathy.

"but.. now that i have him here, alone, i was thinking that he'd stop avoiding me now?" you brought the boxed cake to osamu's view, and his eyes widened.

"wh—"

"osamu miya, i like you." you finally confess, "actually, i've.. loved you since middle school."

osamu mentally facepalms. his feelings were requited since middle school?! he wasted so many years holding himself back from intertwining fingers, kissing you, and most importantly, showering you in all the affection you deserve. what an idiot!

but this time, he doesn't waste any more of his given seconds.

he cups your cheek and kisses you.

the moment atsumu hears about this, he's going to be boasting about the fact that he brought you two together in your wedding ceremony. even though he most absolutely did not.

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veenxys · 1 year

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「Things you do that Haikyuu boys think is attractive」

⤷ Bokuto

when you do stretching, especially in the morning. he can’t help but smile when you sit up in bed in the morning and stretch your arms above your head, preparing to get up. he has a twinkle in his eyes and a goofy smile on his face when you stand up and stretch your arms out in front of him; he leans back on the pillow and you turn to him, smiling too. in the late afternoon, you stretch after sitting in your seat for a while while working on something on your laptop. you straighten your back with your arms up and tilt your head from side to side for the neck exercise. a smile plays on his lips before he can wrap his arms around your waist to kiss your cheek, surprising you each time. “relax, love”, he would whisper and start massaging your shoulders. “you look so good stretching”, he smiled and ended up being hugged by you, he squeezes you gently, making you melt in his arms.

⤷ Kuroo

when you’re talking to your friends but you’re still making eye contact with him. he doesn’t know how to explain what he feels at that moment, but it’s something new and that leaves him floating. there’s something intimate and beautiful about the way you explain something to your friends, and even though everyone’s eyes are on you, you still choose to look at him. as if you were inside your own little world, as if nothing had changed there. he doesn’t break eye contact though, he just smiles at you when you finish talking and hear your friend say something; he shakes his head and looks down at his feet, finally admitting how strong of an effect you have on him.

⤷ Atsumu

when you’re embarrassed. he knows you're shy sometimes and doesn’t like to pull that off on you, but he thinks it’s cute when he says something provocative or picks up lines and you get embarrassed; trying to hide your smile with your hands as you look away from his. he smiles and pulls you to him, you smile against his shirt and hide your face in his chest, which makes him fall even more in love with you.

⤷ Osamu

when you flick your hair around. something about the way you smooth or run your hand through your hair makes him melt a little. he thinks it’s so beautiful the way your hair falls in waves over your shoulders when you run your hand through it and he also likes how soft and shiny it is. he also likes to touch and style it for you, especially if it’s to make a ponytail where he can leave a few kisses on the back of your neck and cheek while doing his best to make your hair look nice.

⤷ Oikawa

when you get slightly mad. he knows it’s not nice, but he can’t help but think you’re extraordinarily beautiful when you’re starting to get mad; your eyes get serious and wild, your voice more rigid and even your posture changes. he sighs deeply and smiles goofily, which makes you a little angrier because you think he’s not taking you seriously. he obeys you blindly - afraid you’ll call him names but also because he’s too smitten with you to think of anything else.

⤷ Nishinoya

when you teach him something or talk about a subject that you master. he finds attractive the way you are confident to talk about certain subjects that you have already studied about and manage to answer all his questions; the way you speak so well moves him because he finds it the most attractive thing ever. he thinks you’re so smart and he’s so drawn to it to the point where he’ll ask random questions at random times just to hear you talk. and he really loves to hear you talk, especially when you give your opinion on something.

⤷ Kenma

seeing you passionate about something or discovering a new hobby. seeing you so focused and passionate about something makes him smile so bright, especially when you tell him about the things you love; your gaze has a different glow, accompanied by a happy and kind smile for talking about something you love, even your posture softens and he can’t stop smiling because he thinks this is the cutest thing ever. he also tries to learn about your hobbies and likes just to talk to you more and it makes you smile so big it leaves him with butterflies in his stomach and motivated to learn more and more just for you.

⤷ Suna

when you give him pleading eyes. no matter the situation; whether it’s a silly argument or if it’s you trying to convince him to buy one more chocolate at the market, whenever you give him those pleading bright eyes, he melts and declares defeat with a sigh. this is his biggest weakness that he hates to admit - and he never talks about it to anyone at all - but he just can’t help but melt and have his heart fluttered when you look at him that way; all he wants to do is pull you into a hug and kiss you.

⤷ Sakusa

it’s the little things you do that you barely notice, but he thinks they’re beautiful. it’s when you kinda bend forward in your chair and arch your back a little to closer pay attention to what is in front of you, or tying up your hair in a simple but messy manner, with the hair clip clasped in your teeth, or the way you sits with your legs pulled to your chest with your arms wrapped around them, then rests your head on your knees and smiles at him when you’re talking. these are things you would barely notice but he does and he finds them so attractive, so beautiful.. he can’t get enough of you and your little mannerisms.

⤷ Hinata

when you wake up from a long nap. it’s weird, but he thinks it’s so cute and cute when you wake up a little confused and lost while you’re wrapped in the blankets; with your messy hair as you try miserably to open your eyes. he smiles sideways and walks over to you, hugging you on the bed and snuggling up to you while asking if you slept well; your slightly hoarse voice makes him smile even more against you. god, he loves to see you like this. he is completely in love with you at every possible moment.

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hotvinimon · 6 months

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Atsumu : So, what d'ya think ? Good idea right ?

Osamu : Yeah... Whatever floats your titanic.

Atsumu: But titanic sank.

Osamu: Yeah, just like your IQ when you came up with idea.

#drabble #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu x reader #crack post #crack fic #haikyuu incorrect quotes #atsumu imagines #miya atsumu #miya osamu #osamu x reader #osamu imagine

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ceijoh · 2 years

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you get jealous of a manager

relationship: osamu x f!reader

content/warnings: jealousy, angst, self-doubt, osamu is kinda toxic here ngl but he makes up for it, fluff

summary: you get jealous of a manager

notes: happy birthday, osamu!

masterlist

atsumu & matsukawa’s part | daichi’s part | bokuto’s part | kuroo’s part

Everyone always thought that Atsumu was the more emotionally constipated twin, but it was actually Osamu.

You were friends for a while, still are, but every single day you feel like you’re tiptoeing that line that crosses into lovers instead.

Ever since you woke up one day and realised that you were in love with Osamu, and have been for a while, you were hoping that one day he would do the same too.

It was one of those days where the MSBY team were coming to Miya Onigiri, it’s been a tradition since Atsumu joined the team and Osamu opened up his shop.

It usually consisted of the team in their post workout gear, tired off their feet and just wanting to fill their empty stomachs.

Ordering an amount of onigiri that would feed an entire nation for one feeding

You would have never thought that you would be surrounded almost daily by gigantic athletic men, but here you are.

There was something that changed though. An unfamiliar face followed the team. The new person, you assumed, was the new temporary manager for MSBY.

She was spritely and nice, introducing herself to you

Then she saw Osamu.

Appearing from the kitchen, you could basically see the hearts form in her eyes. Watching as they made eye contact, watching as he gave her the smile that you hoped to be at the end of one day.

Despondently, you watched as Osamu subtly (but not subtle enough for you) talk to the new manager. You watched as he continued smiling at her, handing her the onigiri.

Your heart began to hurt as you watched her giggle at whatever he said, turning around, you faced the bench.

Gulping, you forced out a smile as you saw Sakusa and Hinata making their way to you.

“Is everything okay, (Y/N)-san?” Noticing your look, Sakusa asked as he wiped the table with his wipes.

“Fine, just tired,” you replied, and then turning to Hinata, “how was practice?”

“(Y/L/N)-chan,” turning, you saw the MSBY captain and bowed immediately, causing him to chuckle.

“Meian-san,” you smiled.

“What have I told you about calling me that?” Playfully bumping his shoulder into yours, causing you both to chuckle. “Makes me feel old.”

“32 is not old,” you rolled your eyes as you stalked off.

“So, you’re saying you’d date a 32 year old?”

Laughing at his comment, “Of course! I mean, Fukuro-san is that age, and who could say no to him?” You teased lightly, laughing harder when you saw his eyes narrow.

Your conversation with Meian took your mind off briefly from what you were upset about before but it was short lived as you heard Osamu chuckle.

Turning your head to where they were, you watched as he laughed loudly and you wondered if he was going to topple over with how hard he was laughing at whatever she was saying.

Gone was the easiness you just felt, and all you had was the pettiness and anger inside of you.

It was like that for the next couple of weeks. Watching as the team come in, watch as she and Osamu flirt with each other, your hope diminishing everytime.

It would have been fine, if it wasn’t what happened after they left.

Because after they left, it was back to ‘normal’; Osamu playfully teasing you, flirting subtly with you. And after every time you felt yourself slowly fall for him again.

You felt like he was playing tug of war with you and your feelings.

And honestly? You were sick and tired of it.

Sick and tired of hopelessly pining after someone, who was obviously interested in someone else.

You were not some plaything for some man to discard when something shinier comes through the door.

With this new motive in mind, you barely paid attention to Osamu’s flirting.

Keeping the conversations between the two of you in the restaurant professional and curt.

If you were going to get over him and not have your heart feel like it’s been stomped on everytime he flirts with her, you need to keep your space.

“What was that?” As soon as the team left, Osamu locked the door and shut the blinds before turning to you.

“What was what?” You asked as you tidied up the counter.

Rolling his eyes, Osamu walked over to you. “I think yer know what I’m talkin’ about.”

Sighing, you placed down the towel and looked at him, “I honestly don’t know, Osamu. So please, enlighten me.”

Losing his cool, Osamu sputtered out, “The fact that ye agreed to a date with the captain!”

“It’s not a date, he invited me to a party which you were also invited to,” you explained, resuming your tidying.

“It is a date!”

Rolling your eyes, not bothering to look at him, “It’s not a date.”

“He asked ye!”

“And you also got invited to the party by the manager!” Fed up at the ongoing conversation, you licked your lips in annoyance and stared at Osamu. “By your definition you’re also going on a date, Osamu.”

“That’s not a date.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned out. “Are you fucking kidding me? Why is it a date for me, and not for you?”

Before he could open up his mouth, you put up your hand to stop him, “No, you know what. Stop. I don’t want this conversation to continue. It’s not a date, ‘Samu,” you spoke defeatedly. “Even if it was, it shouldn’t be your problem.”

Slamming the towel down, you walked away angrily to the office.

“Why wouldn’t it be my problem?”

Turning around, you pointed your finger at him, “You’re my friend, Osamu, that’s it. You’re not my parents, you’re not my boyfriend, you’re my friend and my boss.”

Grabbing your arm before you could walk away again, “I thought we’re more than that.”

Yanking your arm off, you scowled at Osamu, fire settling deep in your belly, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

“Are you serious right now?” Narrowing your eyes at Osamu, “We are not anything. We have never been anything.”

“(Y/N),” Osamu started softly. Heart beating rapidly at your words. “Ye know that’s not true.”

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed at the man. “Then you’re doing a shitty job of being in a thing with me by flirting with other women.”

Realisation set in, he knew the playful conversation that he had with the delivery girls, the customers and the manager of the MSBY team was suddenly coming around to beat his ass.

It wasn’t that he wanted to flirt with them, but he just needed that confirmation, and the extra attention that he got from you was certainly hot.

But when you started doing the same thing with Meian in front of him, all he wanted to do was lock the shop and cry.

He was never the softer twin, he was never the more emotional twin, that was all Atsumu. Osamu prided himself in being more logical, being rational when the situation called for it.

But he still shared the same genes with Atsumu.

So he carried on, making you jealous. He wasn’t stupid.

He knew that you were jealous, your face, your demeanour changing.

He just didn’t think far enough to maybe think you’d have enough of it and start focusing on someone else.

“I was bein’ stupid, wasn’t I?”

Well that was the biggest understatement of the century.

“Yes, you were,” you agreed, no hesitation whatsoever. “I expected this from ‘Tsum.”

The clock catching your eye, you closed your eyes as you thought of the words to end this conversation. This was all too much for one night.

You knew that you and Osamu had to talk about this, but you weren’t ready just yet.

“Listen, ‘Samu, why don’t you go home and I’ll finish closing up, alright?”

When he didn’t move, you began moving around him.

“How can I make it up to ya?”

Without missing a beat, “Maybe don’t fucking flirt with other women.” Barely paying attention to him, you began to move out of the office.

“Done,” Osamu responded, his voice loud and clear.

You rolled your eyes. Finally turning around, you crossed your arms over your chest and faced Osamu, “Oh really? Until when? Until she decides to come back tomorrow? Or maybe that new delivery girl? Or maybe there’s going to be someone new! Keep me on my toes,” you goaded nastily.

This behaviour was beneath you but all you wanted was for your words to hurt him, just as much as his actions hurt you.

“Give me a break, ‘Samu,” you scoffed. “You may have feelings for me but obviously it wasn’t strong enough for you not to flirt with other people.”

“Look, if you’re not going to go home, maybe I will,” untying your apron, you began to put it on the hook. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Why the fuck do ya think-,” Osamu started and then abruptly finished. Tugging your hand so you faced him, you scowled at his touch. “Why the fuck are ya sayin’ that my feelings aren’t strong enough for ya?”

“The thought of intentionally flirting with someone else that isn’t you makes me physically sick,” you slowly spat out. “The thought of touching another man the way I want to touch you, Osamu, even if you’re not mine makes me want to die because I feel like I’m betraying you.”

“But you?” Scoffing, looking straight at him. “You not only could do that willingly, but you made me watch. You make me watch as you give these women the attention that I’ve been craving from you, you give them attention in front of other people while I’m always left in the dark. You make them think they have a chance with you.”

“You, Miya Osamu, make me feel like everyone else, like I’m just a nobody in your world,” you confessed. You don’t know if your point got across but that was all you were willing to say to the man in front of you.

“How could you ever think that about yourself?”

"How could you ever make me feel like that about myself?”

Osamu had no words.

He wanted to explain to you that he never intended to hurt you. He didn’t mean for you to ever doubt that you were the one he wanted.

“I’m sorry,” that’s what Osamu decided to start with.

“You’re sorry,” you repeated. “That’s all?”

“It was stupid,” Osamu confessed. “I was being stupid. I should have never done this.”

You sighed, suddenly feeling tired. You were done with this, you just wanted to go home and sleep. Maybe take the next day off.

Sensing your hesitance, Osamu moved slowly forward. Reaching out to you, he slowly clutched your hand with his. It was gentle.

“(Y/N), words can’t describe ma feelings for ya,” cradling your hand with his, you watched as his thumb caressed your knuckles.

“‘Samu,” you pleaded. You couldn’t do this. Even if this was what you’ve been dreaming of, you don’t know what you would do if Osamu took it all back.

“Do you feel this?”

At the feel of his steady heartbeat underneath the palm of your hand, you nodded once.

“Please look at me,” at his request, you slowly looked up. Fighting the urge to look away, you took a deep breath and faced him.

“Yer the only person that has ever made me feel at peace, the only one that has ever made me feel calm and safe. My god, all these years you are the first person that I think of in every situation that I’m in.”

His confession, all out in the open, the words that you’ve been waiting for since you’ve discovered your feelings for Osamu.

“And I know that I pushed you to your limits, to make you think that someone else could ever take your place. I’m sorry that I made you feel like that. I’m sorry that I ever made you think that yer just a normal person in my life, that someone else could ever take your place,” he tugged you closer to his body. Hearing the break in his voice, all you now wanted was to wrap your arms around him but you knew there was more to be said.

Looking down at you, Osamu began to berate himself even more. He could see the doubt still in your eyes. The hurt and the pain that he caused.

“You are the most important person in my life, you bring so much light in my world, and I know that I don’t deserve ya, not after pullin’ that shitty stunt, but I’m askin’ ya,” he sighed once, knowing that this was going to make him or break him. “Just please let me love you.”

“Please give me that chance.”

Should you though?

Multiple feelings coursed through your veins. Your head was telling you that, no, you should not do this. This is a horrible idea.

But the other part of you, the one who still believed in happy ever afters, and the love that can be found in books and songs. The part that no matter how hard you tried to push her down she kept coming back up was fighting for Osamu.

He just can’t hurt you again.

If he did, you don’t know what you’d do with yourself.

“(Y/N)?” Hearing your silence was worse than when you were yelling at him. Because at least then you were speaking to him, you were still acknowledging him.

He should have never listened to the stupid idea of making you jealous, he should have never even entertained it.

If he just waited instead of diving head first into the stupidest idea he ever had.

Gazing up at Osamu, you finally unclasped your hands, watching as his eyes widen and mouth part in shock and sadness.

Before he could react anymore, you wrapped your arms around him. “Miya Osamu, I think you might just be stupider than your brother.”

“You ever do that again and I’ll make sure you’re on cleaning duty for the rest of your life,” you warned but you knew deep down in your heart, Osamu would never do that to you again. You chuckled together, and the tension in the room eased.

Burrowing your face into his chest, you felt the steady heartbeat beneath your cheek, you sighed out the pain and the longing.

“You can’t hurt me again, Osamu.”

“I’m gonna treat you the way you deserve.”

“I hope ye know that yer goin’ to that stupid party with me,” Osamu nudged you playfully.

“But it’s not a date right?”

You laughed loudly as you watched his face fall, then scrunch up.

“Yer such a brat!”

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suashii · 10 months

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୨♡୧ TAKE TWO — miya osamu x reader. sfw. fluff. reader and osamu are exes. best friend!atsumu.

“do we really have to eat here?” you cross your arms, hesitantly lingering outside of onigiri miya. you spare the sign a quick, apprehensive glance before turning your gaze back to atsumu who looks uncharacteristically annoyed.

“yes.” he nods, pointing at himself. “it’s my turn to pick lunch.”

that much is true but you thought your best friend would be a little more considerate of your circumstances and choose not to force you through an awkward meal at your ex's restaurant. maybe it was silly of you to think so; atsumu hasn’t been necessarily accommodating since your break up. he always invites both of you to his games and takes you back to hyogo to have dinner and celebrate holidays with his family. you suppose these are all things the two of you did before you started dating osamu, but you can’t help but feel guilty for continuing to be so present in the man’s life even after ending things with him.

you sigh and throw your hands out in exasperation. “please just pick somewhere else. he probably thinks i’m haunting him with how often i’m around.”

“no,” atsumu tells you with the shake of his head as he comes to stand behind you. his hands come to rest on your shoulders, firmly guiding you toward the front entrance. “i’m hungry and we’re already here. you’ll both just have to deal with it.”

there’s no use in fighting him on the matter any longer and while you won’t admit it, you’ve been craving some of osamu’s rice balls ever since the two of you split up. so, with a shaky hand, you pull the door open, the bell above it ringing to announce your arrival.

it’s just your luck that osamu is stationed at the host stand when you enter. his gray eyes are shielded by his cap when he looks up but that doesn’t stop you from feeling like his gaze is piercing you. it isn’t cold or dismissive but the intensity is still there.

you’re not sure if atsumu wants to save you the embarrassment of the uncomfortable interaction or if he’s really just starving—regardless of which it is, he speaks up from behind you, one of his hands lifting from your shoulder to hold up two fingers. “table for two, brother.”

osamu hums in confirmation, picking up two laminated menu sheets from behind the podium and nodding his head in a gesture for you to follow. you do, hanging back and falling behind atsumu to keep a healthy distance between yourself and osamu. he settles the two of you at a small booth, setting the menus on the table and telling you both that he’ll give you some time to look over them before he returns to take your orders.

your eyes scan over the selection offered but even without looking at the index of food items, you’d be able to list off almost everything printed on the menu. you had helped osamu draft it, after all.

you remember it like it was yesterday; his experimenting with recipes and your taste testing of each one of them. you’d sit down and help him go through interior design catalogs, compromising on a mix of functionality and trendy. it was an exciting experience, a time when the both of you were happy. but as joyful as the both of you were, it was also hectic and opened your eyes to how you each had priorities and commitments outside of your relationship.

you still aren’t sure if it was the right call, but you and osamu came to terms with that fact and decided to end things on a good note. right person, wrong time or something like that.

with a sigh, you push your menu to the center of the table. it’s a reminder of what once was and you already know what you want anyway. your melancholy aura must reach atsumu on the other side of the table because he levels you with another miffed stare. his lips move as though he’s about to scold you but before he can, his cell phone rings.

the blonde pulls the device from his pocket and reads to contact name lit up on his screen. his golden eyes flit up to you as he stands up from the cushion. “i gotta take this. order my usual if i’m not back when samu stops by.”

you’re tempted to grab his arm as he goes and beg him to stay so you won’t be alone when his brother comes back around but you scoff at yourself instead, saddened by how you’re uneasy at the mere thought of being alone with osamu. you were in love with him once. for all you know, you still might be.

you anxiously wait for atsumu’s return, leg unconsciously bouncing up and down as you do so. osamu beats his brother to the table, though, notepad in hand and a casual smile pulling at his lips. “hey. ready to order?”

you nod, reciting atsumu’s menu choice and then yours, which hasn’t changed since osamu first made it for you. silently, you wonder if he already knew that’s what you’d get.

“anything else?” he asks.

you should just say no and let him be on his way but before you know what’s happening, the words are spilling out past your lips. “i’m sorry.”

“for what?” osamu laughs—the genuine kind with no bitterness laced in it. “getting food?”

“no.” you shake your head, the ghost of a smile tugging at your lips before it falls only a second later. “well, kind of… i know you’re probably tired of seeing me around all the time. it must be pretty awkward for you.”

osamu’s silence pulls your eyes away from your hands and up to his face. you expect him to stiffly chuckle and agree but, to your surprise, he doesn’t. his lazy smile persists as he clips his pen to the waist apron tied around him and stuffs the pad of paper in its pocket.

“i’m not tired of seeing you.” his declaration makes your heart jump from your chest to your throat and your lips part in disbelief. it’s good to hear, though you’d be lying if you said it didn’t catch you off guard. you don’t have time to think about it too much before osamu continues. “and… maybe it’s a little awkward, but it doesn’t have to be that way.”

you press your lips together, puffing out your cheeks with air as you ponder over his words. a stream of cool air pushes past your lips as you deflate your cheeks and turn to look at osamu again. “i don’t know. it seems like an awkward situation by default.”

“yeah, it does. but i don’t want either of us acting cagey just because the other is around.” you don’t want that either. even if things can’t go back to the way they were before, you’re sure that anything osamu has in mind is preferable over strained smiles and forced laughs. “what do you say? no more walking on eggshells?”

it doesn’t sound like a simple solution on the surface but the more you think it over, the more doable it sounds. if you start seeing osamu as your best friend’s brother instead of an ex-lover, all the clumsy interactions you’ve been dealing with for the past few weeks will be traded in for something less delicate, more civil. and although it may not be in your cards at the moment, maybe this could be the start of the path back to the way it once was between you and osamu.

you meet his flint eyes and recognize the hopeful glint swimming in them. it makes you smile, not tense or tight like they have been for almost a month now, but a real one—the kind that meets your eyes. “sounds good.”

“good.” osamu nods, wearing a pleasant smile of his own.

you’ve only just agreed to this new, civil, friendly, non-awkward relationship, but you have to hold back the urge to bombard him with everything that’s happened since the two of you broke up. you want to tell him that you finally got that promotion you were up for and that you were able to adopt that puppy you were always visiting. and you want to ask him all about how his restaurant has been doing and if he ended up moving into that apartment with the nice kitchen that he’d been eyeing up.

“you guys have been talking for a while now.” atsumu’s voice drifts through the air, making you jump. you had almost forgotten about him. he looks between you and osamu as he sits down, taking in your shared smiles and the tranquil air around you. “are you getting back together or what?”

“jesus, atsumu.” you reach over the table to smack his arm. the awkwardness had just dissipated and he single-handedly made this encounter weird again.

osamu holds back a laugh, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. “i’m gonna go start on your food.”

he walks away but that doesn’t stop atsumu from pestering you for more details. “are you? that slap wasn’t much of an answer.”

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miya-rin · 1 year

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"i can't believe you got in a fight.”

“he hit me first, you just expect me to stand there and take that?"

a small chuckle leaves his mouth at your choice of words, standing between you parted legs osamu has been patching you up after a ‘small mishap’ with one of your classmates.

"obviously not, its just…" his voice trails off as he rummages around in the first aid kit until he finds an alcohol wipe, gently tearing it open before swiping it across your cheek, you wince in discomfort and he gives you an apologetic look. "sorry — its just, you're not really the type to hit someone, like i know you can defend yourself but cmon, you knocked him out."

"deserved."

"you really are something else." he laughs as he starts to dig around to find something else to slather over your face.

"thankyou."

"not a compliment."

“i'm gonna take it as one."

"i knew you would."

"yeah yeah whatever, you would have done the same.”

“oh yeah totally.” he picks up a tube of antibacterial cream and gently starts to apply it to the cut on your cheek, making sure to be extra careful as to not put too much.

“thankyou by the way.” he tilts his head up to look you in the eye for a split second before focusing back on the cream in his hand.

"hm?"

"for cleaning me up and that, thankyou."

"yeah well you probably wouldn't have, the blood would just be dried up all over your hands and face.”

"oh shut up," you let out a light laugh and by god you sound amazing "i'm not that bad."

"sure, whatever you say.”

the room elopes in silence — comfortable silence, the kind where you're not too worried if someone speaks or not, and yet you do.

"say, how long have you been dying your hair?"

"oh, i'm not sure, wh-" his words are cut short as he feels your hands snake up his undercut and into the dyed strands atop his head. shit he thinks, he so badly wants to look up at you, but he knows that if he does he won't be able to look away.

"it's really soft, what conditioner do you use? it must be good for it to not be completely dead."

"yeah." he stutters slightly, but just enough that you might not have been able to hear it. god he hopes you didn't hear it.

he still doesn't answer your question, staying quiet for a good minute or so before you decide to take action. gently tugging at his hair, an indication for him to look at you, he puts down whatever he was fiddling with and his eyes meet yours. they're a lot wider than normal, he almost looks scared, but from the dusting of pink spread across his cheeks you can tell it's something different. hes nervous.

“osamu, did you hear me?” the way you’re lightly scratching at his scalp turns him to putty in your hands. “i asked you a question.”

“uhm..i started dying it when i was like 13? so about 5 years now. and whatever conditioner my ma brings home.” you hum in approval as you continue to mess around with his hair.

“you know…i should probably finish bandaging you up.” he makes a start at grabbing some plasters to put over your bruised and bloody knuckles, avoiding eye contact even harder than before.

“wow, you wanna get rid of me that quickly? youre cold osamu.”

thats gets him to look at you.

“i never said that.”

“dont act dumb now, i heard you loud and clear.”

“youre putting words in my mouth.”

“oh so you’re accusing me now? this isnt the osamu i know and love.” as soon as that last word falls from your lips osamu burns a crimson red from his face to his neck and probably lower, choking on his spit and trying to catch his breath. if only you had your phone on you.

“you what?” he can finally speak by the looks of it.

“i love you. dont act like you didnt know.”

“yn, tell me youre joking.”

“are you rejecting me right now? thats a mean way to do it dont you think?”

“are you kidding me? ive had a crush on you since we were 15.”

“i know, why dont you do something about it?” you say with a sly smirk. he still looks on edge at the whole interaction, but theres no time like the present.

he lifts up his large and calloused hands to grab both sides of your face before bringing you into a sweet but passionate kiss, it doesnt last long as you are both conscious of the fact that anyone could walk into the schools medical room, but it is just enough to leave you both satisfied after years of pining. pulling away you are met with that boyish smile you fell in love with all those years ago.

“now that i think about it, im kinda glad you got into that fight…”

“so am i.”

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forusomimiya · 21 days

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@coyloves ship & prompt: “Look how messy you are” w/ Osamu Miya ˚₊˚✧🍙✧˖°🍂

"I've been thinking about bending you over this table and just having my way with you" His knuckles caressed your chin before he gripped your jaw and made your head tilt to the opposite side of his face, to have easier access to your neck and kiss it. He smiled when he felt you straighten up, product of shivering. "You like the idea?" you thought you nodded, but it was so subtle your movement that it was enough for Osamu to understand that when you were speechless, it was because you found his proposal more than decent.

It wasn't the first time you had sex in the store. The routine would end up being the same as all the other times before: Osamu wooing you until he had you right where he wanted you, clumsy hands caressing each other's body, quick and warm kisses, and discretion in moaning so he could pay attention to the door bell in case Kita came carrying bags of rice. The last time was fun, despite the fact that you almost got caught red-handed.

"We should be quick."

"Yeah" Osamu said in a sarcastic tone. "I can see you're in a hurry" He pointed his gaze at the wetness in your panties, licking his lips, holding back from touching you still. "Look how messy you are".

"Samu! are you even listening to me?"

"I'm trying to pay attention, but you're just too sexy. Not gonna lie."

"Then, tell me what you want me to do" His grayish eyes bore into yours, able to read what they expressed.

Then Osamu lifted you up and sat you on the cold marble table of the warehouse, taking a quick glance at your body, stunned by the beauty of your curves, savoring them in his mind, decanting and amusing himself with his favorite parts.

"Let me hear your beautiful moans a second time today, darling" His thumbs played with the inside of your thighs, spreading them open, allowing a glimpse beneath them of your chubby pussy. "Hah… shit" He exhaled excitedly. His hips rocked forward instinctively, needing to have you lying there on your back for him, legs spread wide.

The throbbing in his chest began to ache as you lay back on the table and circled his hips drawing him to you, pulling your shirt up and exposing your large breasts squeezed into your bra.

"You're going to fuck me?"

"Fuck… Of course I do" In a quick set of hands, Osamu unclasped your bra as he worked his way under your boxers, reaching for his cock and pumping it a couple of times while his mouth was distracted with your breasts. He didn't skimp on making as much noise as possible as he savored and kneaded them at the same time, sucking your nipples and pinching them on his lips before releasing them. "They are so perfect… just mine" He kneaded relentlessly, and when he noticed that his cock was about to burst through his underwear, he released it as best he could, —caused by nervousness and quickness by the impatience of being inside you—, and pushing aside your panties, he entered you ever so slowly without losing sight of the expression on your face as he filled you.

"Atta girl, fucking your boss in his own warehouse, huh?"

He settled into a steady rhythm, and cursed himself for not having taken you earlier at that table. The movements of your body in response to his thrusts were something Osamu had yet to deal with. The bouncing of your tits followed by pithy gasps flooded his mind so quickly and directly, that in order to speed up the command his brain sent to his cock, he had to take possession of your hips and lighten the pace. His mind clouded as your insides tightened and his ears filled with his cursed name, thus ignoring —though not willingly—, your warning you were cumming. Osamu forgot the discretion agreed upon at the beginning and made sure to fuck you in the roughest way, letting anyone planning to enter the store know that he was busy to attend to any customers or receive any packages.

Maybe that day, the "closed" sign would remain hanging on the door for another hour.

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natriae · 1 year

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Hiiiii love ur writing hope ur having anice day..... Pls can I request osamu X reader where he's stern /stubborn but a bit soft for reader hehe whatever genre u want 🫶

OMG YESS I LOVE SOFT SPOT OSAMU (i actually had something planned with this with dad samu)

"daddy, daddy, guess what," Osamu turned around from behind the counter at the voice of his little girl. She came running in and her little sparkly backpack came bouncing in behind her.

"what baby?" Osamu asked leaning over the counter to see her tiny frame.

Getting on her tip-toes and grabbing the edge of the counter the mini miya said, "rinnie-kun surprised us when I were shopping with mommy!"

"oh did he now..." Osamu was not happy. He had asked Suna to stay away from his daughter because he was a bad influence. He didn't want to have to explain what a vape was to his daughter already.

"yeahh, hehe," she giggled at the thought of Suna. Osamu had overheard a conversation between you and his daughter the other night. After a game night with old inarizaki team members your daughter went on and on about how "pretty" suna was and how he's such a prince. Yeah prince my ass. Every time he comes over she'll run to him and hold on to his shirt for the whole night. NEVER leaving his side. Which suna didn't mind until he wanted to smoke.

Walking in behind your daughter you immediately see Osamu's sour face. She must have already told him that you guys ran into Suna. Yes he was your husbands best friend but Osamu had always been a little stubborn and protective when it came to his girls. Picking her up you lifted her over the counter and halfway switched her to Osamu's arms so she could give him a hug. If there was one thing about your daughter that didn't make any sense was how much of chatter box she was. Both you and osamu barely talked, often communicating though looks and gestures, but she was a miya after all.

"and daddy he looked so handsome," At that she lifted her hands off of her father's shoulders and moved them over her eyes kicking her legs in the process. You could tell he was angry because she was kicking him in the tummy but all that anger washed away when he looked at her again. Asking her calmly to calm down she listened and put her head on his dad's shoulder. Turning around she immediately perked up when she saw familiar sharp eyes walking though the door. She squealed in delight before Osamu could even turn around and utter out a hello.

"hi sweetpea," Suna said with a smile at the little girl. He knew she had a little crush on him and thought it was hilarious to see the anger on Osamu's face. Osamu immediately put his daughter down and told her to go to her mommy in his office. He came out from behind the counter and dragged Suna outside the restaurant to properly fight him. If there was one thing that came out of being twins with Atsumu was that he knew how to fight.

"mommmyyyyy, Dad's making the face again with his eyebrows," she then repeated the angry face with an uncanny resemblance to her father. You couldn't help but let out a little giggle because it felt like when you first met Osamu again. He was stubborn to everyone but you. Always making a srunched up face when he was or even slightly ticked off at someone, but it would always disappear the minute you showed up.

Walking out back you see the two grown men fighting each other and just stood on one of the steps with your arms crossed and one eyebrow raised. As if he could sense your presence Osamu immediately pushed Suna off of him and began to apologize to you for acting immature.

"simp," Suna said with his a slight bruise forming on his cheek bone.

"no!" the power Osamu's no held was unlike anything else. From years of managing his restaurant and having Atsumu as a brother he's learn to be very stern and be very powerful with his words, but of course he could never say no to you.

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apteryxparvus · 8 months

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Love, found in the simplest of gestures.

Characters — Oikawa Tooru, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Suna Rintarou, Miya Osamu

Word count — 912

Content warning — none

Summary — the Haikyuu!! boys and their love languages.

💕 Oikawa Tooru — words of affirmation

Tooru is the epitome of affection — he never misses a chance to show his love and care for you. Each day starts with a good morning text in which he declares his undying love, always accompanied by a blurry yet endearing selfie. Throughout the day, he showers you with little messages of encouragement, wishing you good luck, and ensuring you feel his presence even in your busiest moments. And whenever he manages to squeeze in some extra moments during his packed schedule, he takes the opportunity to send you lengthy voice messages, expressing how much you mean to him, and how grateful he is to have you in his life.

Despite his busy days, he always manages to find a way to let you know you’re always on his mind.

Whenever he graces your apartment with his presence, there’s always a trail of colorful sticky notes following his wake — from the fridge door and bathroom mirror, to the hidden nooks of your kitchen pantry and beneath your pillow. Each note contains a heartfelt message, a testament of his affection.

And as you accidentally stumble across these surprises, a blush spreads across your cheeks, your heart stirring.

💕 Bokuto Koutarou — physical touch

Koutarou has always had an inclination towards affection, even before you became an official couple. Yes, his touchy nature extends to teammates and friends, but with you, it has always been different.

When he embraces you, wrapping his strong arms around, a warm, comforting aura would envelop you. Even before the two of you became a couple, you couldn’t help but notice how his touch would linger, how he’d hold you more intensely, just a tad bit longer.

Now that you are together, you eagerly anticipate his touch, his tender gestures. His touches demonstrate his depth of love — whether it be by a gentle caress of your arms and neck as you prepare breakfast in the morning, or his offer of a soothing back rub and shoulder massage after a long day of work.

💕 Kozume Kenma — gift giving

Kenma loves to give you presents. Even in his days as a high school student with limited pocket money, he would surprise you with thoughtful gifts. He’d meticulously plan affordable dates, all revolving around your shared interests, hoping to create meaningful and lasting memories.

Now, with his thriving career(s) and increased financial stability, he takes pleasure in spoiling you even more. But rather than opting for generic luxury gifts — gold necklaces and ruby earrings — he continues to channel his thoughtfulness into personalized adventures. From romantic getaway weekends to nearby hot spring towns, where you can both unwind and enjoy each other’s company, to day trips to amusement parks, VIP access included and unlimited rides that would send your adrenaline soaring.

But it’s the little gifts that truly warm your heart. Such as the newest book from your favorite author, complete with their signature, or a carefully crafted scrapbook filled with cherished photos and memorabilia.

💕 Suna Rintaro — quality time

Time spent with Rintaro is precious, every moment is a treasure. You know how demanding his volleyball career is, yet he goes above and beyond to carve out as much time as possible to be with you.

Sometimes, it means embarking on intricately planned dates (oftentimes, with the help of his teammates). And in those moments, it’s just the two of you, savoring each blissful moment of peace, reveling in each other’s presence like there’s no tomorrow. Other times, you find yourself casually joining the half dozen spectators during his team’s practice sessions. Seated on the bench, you witness his display of talent and dedication to the sport.

Amidst the whirlpool of your busy lives, there are simple moments when you and Rintaro unwind after a grueling week filled with an endless stream of demanding clients (for you) and arduous training matches (for him). In those stolen moments, you find solace in each other's presence, and as the day draws to a close, you find yourself nestled close in a tender embrace while watching TikTok videos on his phone.

Despite everything, Rintaro ensures that every moment you spent together is filled with love and quality time.

💕 Miya Osamu — acts of service

Osamu’s genuine love and care manifests through the bento boxes he so lovingly assembles for you. Your little tradition began during your high school days, when, as the volleyball team’s manager and the representative of your class, you juggled a busy schedule. You’d attend the team’s practice with a rumbling stomach and an embarrassed face — you barely had time to prepare lunch, let alone queue up at the cafeteria in hopes of grabbing a sandwich or a curry. Osamu was quick to warm up to you, and within a week of you joining the team, he began bringing you lunches.

He was quick to learn your preferences, despite the few hiccups — like accidentally making something you were allergic to (more than once). Nevertheless, to this day, years later, he rises a bit earlier than you to prepare a colorful bento box. On occasion — once or twice a month — you return from a tiring day at work, met with a delicious and fragrant dinner at a candlelit table.

Sure, the majority of Osamu’s week is occupied by his culinary job, and of course, witnessing the smiles of satisfaction on his customers’ faces brings him joy. But seeing the way your face lights up and the twinkle in your eyes as you savor the meal he so carefully prepared… there’s nothing more precious than that.

Author's note: hiii, im back from the dead... for now... until university starts:))) hopefully i'll have some time to write a chapter or two of my smau

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veenxys · 1 year

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「Moments that made you fall in love a little more for Haikyuu boys」

⤷ Bokuto it happens on one of those late-night phone calls the two of you always make; one minute you’re laughing at god knows what, and the next the mood fades, replaced by a moment of silence; and there is a warmth and comfort in the stillness, but also an unmistakable, aching feeling of longing. as soon as you close your eyes and listen to each other’s breathing you start to wonder if he fell asleep but he breaks the silence with “wish you were here”, his voice sweet and calm, which makes your heart tighten a little while you whisper a “me too.” and that’s when you find yourself even more in love with him, even so far away you can feel him so close.

⤷ Kuroo

it’s when he starts planning a future with you; you two are lying in bed staring at the ceiling, it’s 2 am and he keeps talking about how much he wants to be happy with you and live all your dreams together; to make you laugh, he starts to give you details about what a perfect future would be like with you, what your dream house would be like, the name of your future cat/dog and even what kind of tv shows the two of you would watch together after a long day. he smiles and you turn his face to face him - his gentle expression and a genuine smile on his face make your heart race because that’s when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with him.

⤷ Atsumu

it’s the way he takes such good care of you; washing and drying your hair for you, tucking the blankets around you, making you breakfast, giving you his jacket when it’s cold, listening to you complain about anything with so much attention and patience, buying you your favorite things, being by your side all the time and so on. every little gesture makes you fall in love with him like it’s the first time.

⤷ Osamu

it’s when you two travel with your friends and you end up getting really sleepy; he gently lays your head on his chest and strokes your hair, leaving occasional kisses on your head while holding you comfortably so you can sleep well. and in that moment you realize how much he cares about you, how much he loves you, and how much you love him back.

⤷ Kenma

when you hear him say “i love you” when he thinks you’re asleep; he doesn’t tell you that very often, he prefers to demonstrate it by small gestures or even physical touches, but you know he loves you, a lot. and something like he whispered so softly as he caressed your face made your heart race in your chest and you fall even more in love with him - even though you didn’t know it was possible.

⤷ Nishinoya

when you realize he always laughs at your bad jokes just to make you happy; sometimes he didn’t even think it was very funny, but he always laughed because the passionate face you made when you heard his laugh always made him melt and because this moment is so pure and precious to him. he always wanted to see your eyes shining and your smile, so he always laughed. and when you found that out, you fell a little more in love with the love of your life.

⤷ Oikawa

when you realize that even after so long together, his love for you hasn’t changed; it’s the little things like when he brings home your favorite candy, little kisses on the forehead and lips as a way of saying goodbye or hello, putting socks on your feet when it’s cold, taking out that part of your food you don’t like or the way he looks at you like you’re the most precious person in the world. are little things that prevailed in your relationship that make you fall in love with him even more.

⤷ Suna

it happens when he gives you one of those hugs that only he can give; the kind that start off almost casual but last longer than it should, simply because neither of you refuses to let go. it feels warm and familiar and safe in each other’s arms. at one point he snuggles closer, burying his face against the crook of your neck, you can feel his breath and his little smile on your skin. he comments how much he loves your scent and you laugh before asking him to describe it, and he takes a moment before replying, ‘it just smells like... you. like home.’ and that’s when you melt a little more for him.

⤷ Sakusa

it’s one of those deep and unexpected conversations in unlikely places, like the supermarket. it’s just that almost sacred connection you get when you’re telling someone your thoughts and ideas, no matter how simple. and you worry about bothering him or something, so you’re ready to put it all aside with an apology or a giggle, but you don’t have to because he understands, and he wants to hear you, he really does. and as he continue the conversation while putting the cereal box in the cart, you feel a new wave of love for him.

⤷ Hinata

when you catch him looking at you like you’re the most precious thing in the world; he tries to cover up by starting some random subject while scratching the back of his neck, but that little moment when you saw his eyes shining with love and a genuine smile on his lips made you realize how loved and admired you are, and honestly you didn’t know that you could fall in love with him even more until that moment.

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moonbeamwritings · 1 year

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of muffins and slip-ups

wc: 1.7k

pairing: osamu miya x gn!reader

warnings: none (osamu’s hypnotizing tiddies)

Standing on tiptoe, you reach up into your cabinet and feel around for the vial of vanilla extract you know you have somewhere, and when you finally find it, you pluck it from the shelf to inspect it. You peer between the recipe on your phone and the bottle, brows furrowing. You don’t have nearly enough. You really should’ve checked your cabinets before embarking on a late-night baking session.

As you frustratedly stare at the half-finished batter on your counter, you weigh your options. You could make a quick run to the store, you reason. It’s not that far of a walk. But when your gaze flickers to the digital clock on the microwave — 8:45 PM — you realize you’d never make it in time, and you refuse to be the person that shows up to a store five minutes before it closes.

And you’ve already made it this far — the bowl is out, the measuring cups are dirty, the muffin tin is meticulously paper-lined. You sigh. It’d be a waste to throw everything out now, and you aren’t keen on leaving it in the fridge overnight. Left with no other options, you decide there’s only one thing left to do — ask a neighbor.

You’re new to the building, and not quite friends with anyone yet, so the thought of going door to door to beg for some vanilla isn’t exactly what you planned on doing with your Wednesday night, but hey, nobody’s perfect. You consider asking the girl next door, the one who’d invited you over on your first weekend in the building. She was nice enough, but before you slip your feet into a pair of slippers, you remember that she stays with her boyfriend during the week.

You could ask that guy down the hall, but he’d ogled at you on the elevator last weekend, and the thought of knocking on his door and subjecting yourself to more of his looks made a hint of nausea settle in your stomach.

You stand, idle in front of your door, slippers and pajamas on and groan. The guy across the hall — Miya Osamu. You’ve bumped into him virtually everywhere since you moved in. The mail room, the laundry room, in the lobby and the hallway. And every time he’d fix you with this handsome, toothy grin, making casual small talk when he could. You’ve even seen him help the elderly woman downstairs with her groceries. He seems disarmingly perfect, so surely he wouldn’t slam the door in your face at your request. At least, you hope not.

Steeling your nerves, you venture across the hall to rap a timid knock knock knock against his door. And as you wait in the hallway, realization settles in that you’re about to talk to your hot neighbor in your rubber ducky pajama pants. Great, just great.

When the door finally swings open, you wonder if maybe abandoning your little baking adventure had been the better idea. You come face-to-face with the broad expanse of his chest, a black t-shirt pulled across his muscles as if to accentuate the borderline voluptuous curves of his pecs. You can’t look away. You knew he was, well, beefy, but being this close makes your heart flutter nervously in your chest.

“Hey there, neighbor. What can I do for ya?”

Your mind flashes with a million absolutely vile and otherwise embarrassing ways you could answer that question before you drag your eyes up to meet his, face burning. His friendly grin makes you want to shy away, but you can’t risk another glance at his chest.

“I, uh-” You clear your throat. “I was wondering if you had any vanilla extract I could borrow? I got a little ahead of myself and started baking before I checked if I had what I needed.”

“Oh, sure thing. C’mon in.”

He leads you into his kitchen, and as he turns away you’re grateful for the moment of respite you find now that he’s turned those things away from you, though the peace of mind doesn’t last long. You scan along his broad shoulders and your gaze starts to creep further down, only to be interrupted by the sound of his voice.

Rifling through his spice cabinet, he asks, “Soo, whatcha makin’ at this time of night?”

“I found a recipe for these lemon pound cake muffins. Figured I’d give them a try.”

“Sounds yummy!” A few jars and containers clink together as he searches. “I’ve never been much of a baker myself.”

“I use it to de-stress a lot. It’s not so bad once you get the hang of it.”

“Oh yeah?” You watch as the muscles in his back stretch to reach something on the top shelf. “You’ll have to teach me sometime.”

Before you get the chance to respond, he’s turning to you and beaming, a little bottle of vanilla extract pinched between his pointer finger and thumb. “Ahh, got it.”

Osamu’s close, much closer than he has to be, as he hands you the bottle, fingers brushing against yours as he places it into your palm. “Well, hopefully that’s enough for ya.” His tone is easy, teasing. Yup, you think as you will yourself to focus on his face. More than enough.

“Thanks so much.”

“Not a problem. That’s what neighbors are for.”

You follow the same path out of his apartment, grateful that you hadn’t said anything too humiliating, and when you reach your door, hand lingering on the doorknob, you turn around. You find Osamu leaning against his doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest. The pose presses the muscles of his chest together and puts the full meat of his biceps on display, bulging from the sleeves of his shirt. When he catches your gaze, he flashes you a knowing, almost smug smile.

Your mouth goes dry as you look over at him, words lodged in your throat. “Boobs,” Your eyes widen, jaw dropping in shock as you realize what you’ve just said to your neighbor. The neighbor who lives across the hall and who you see almost daily. “I- Oh god.”

You’ve just basically objectified the man, unholy thoughts laid bare for him to see. He must think you’re a creep, no better than that guy down the hall. If only God could strike you down, here and now, your life would be made that much easier.

Risking a glance up at his face, you find that he’s already looking at you, mouth curved into a deep smirk. You gulp, covering your own mouth as if to stop anything else from springing out unfiltered. Are you sweating? It feels like you’re sweating. “I mean- bye. Bye. I’ll see you later.”

A chuckle, deep and warm, rumbles from somewhere in his chest, and if you thought he wasn’t perfect before, he is now. “Now that’s somethin’ I haven’t heard before.”

“I’m so sorry I just-” You suck in a breath as your face flushes. Deciding you can’t, you won’t come back from this, you shake your head and cut your losses. “Thanks again for the um- the vanilla.” You stumble over your words and cringe, forcing yourself to return his smile, though you’re certain it’s nothing but sheepish.

“Oh, anytime. Ya gotta let me know how those muffins turn out.”

“I’ll drop some by when I bring your vanilla back. You know, if you wanna try them.”

“I’d love that.”

Offering him a small smile, you start to turn the knob, but just when you think you’re safe, when you think you’ve escaped his handsome gaze and his damn near hypnotizing tits, he calls out to you.

“Hey,” Osamu’s face is soft when you turn back around and butterflies swarm in your stomach. “I was serious, ya know. I wanna learn all yer baking tips and tricks.”

“Oh, I-” You steady yourself. “I don’t know if I’m a very good teacher.”

He shrugs, nice and easy. “I guess we’ll see how these muffins turn out, then. Hmm?”

Still reeling from the encounter at hand, you offer a weak “mhm” and a small wave. “See ya.”

Back in the safety of your apartment, you press your back into the wood and squeeze your eyes shut. You huff, and willing yourself to ignore your latest social blunder, you pad into the kitchen to finish what you started.

A half hour later, you find yourself in front of Osamu’s door again — this time with a bottle of vanilla in one hand and a plate of warm lemon pound cake muffins balanced in the other.

The door whips open almost as soon as you knock, as if Osamu was waiting for your return.

“Ahh, welcome back!” His eyes glimmer with excitement, a playful expression on his face. “Long time no see. I see you brought the goods.”

“And the vanilla.” You shuffle nervously. “Sorry to bother you again. I just, I figured you might wanna try them while they’re warm.”

His brows crease and he tilts his head, an easy grin on his face as he waves you off. “You’re not a bother.” Osamu’s tone is earnest as he takes both items from you. “They smell amazing.”

Your cheeks burn. “Thank you.”

“No, no, thank you. I can’t wait to try them!”

“Well, I-” You shoot a thumb in the direction of your apartment. “I have work in the morning, so I should probably start winding down.”

Osamu’s face flashes with disappointment, but it doesn’t linger. “Oh, oh yeah, sure. I’ll see ya around?”

His gaze is piercing, almost insistent. You struggle to meet his gaze. “Of course!”

Seemingly pleased with your answer, he gives you a little nod. “Goodnight, then.”

“Goodnight.”

The next morning, right as you’re about to leave for work, you open your front door to find your plate nestled right beside it, a note sitting on its smooth surface.

It reads: “Thanks for the muffins. They were DELICIOUS! You gotta teach me how to make ‘em! I’ll teach you my finest onigiri recipe if you do. Text me!”

Scrawled at the bottom of the note is Osamu’s name coupled with his number. You can’t believe your eyes as you stare down at the note. Despite saying “boobs” to him instead of “goodbye,” he still wants to get to know you? To hang out with you? Yup, definitely the most perfect man alive.

#osamu x reader #osamu imagine #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu imagine #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq imagine #haikyuu fluff #osamu fluff

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moonswolfie · 5 months

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Nekogiri

Timeskip!Osamu x gn!reader

Ohhh boy it's been a while samu I missed you dearly my dear onigiri boy

i got inspired by this post to make this hehe, these are far too cute!

"Mornin' babe. Since when are you the one cookin'?" Osamu lovingly mumbled into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you in a surprise backhug.

You got up early this morning, wanting to experiment with something in the kitchen. Osamu wasn't supposed to get up for another hour.

"I could be asking you the same thing. Why are you up so early?" you smiled, leaning back into him.

"Missed yer warmth." he mumbled sleepily.

You could feel his head shift, looking over at what you were trying to make. "...What is that?" Maybe it was just his hazy vision, but he can't exactly make out what the food is. What your vision with this strangely shaped onigiri is.

"Can you not tell? They're little cats." you pushed the somewhat poorly made cat shaped onigiri to his face. He slowly removed one of his hands from your waist to gently take the onigiri out of your hand and inspect it.

"Hmmm..." was the only warning you got before he was stuffing it in his mouth.

You gasped. "Nooo, my little baby..."

"I taught ya well. This is pretty good..." he tilted his head to look at you, only to find you pouting at him. He took a couple of seconds to gaze at you before your expressing truly sunk in.

"What now?" he asked like an annoyed parent who knows they just pissed off their toddler.

"You ate one of my masterpieces..."

"Food is meant to be eaten. Can't be wastin' any." Now that you think of it, Osamu always brings any leftover food from his restaurant home so you can eat it together. But that's still no excuse for eating one of your little nekogiris!

"I was gonna eat them later...! I just wanted you to see them, not eat them..." you complained, wiggling out of Osamu's arms, much to his dissapointment. Holding you was the next best thing after a home cooked meal straight from mama. Actually, that might be a lie. The line is starting to blur.

Now that his sleepiness was wearing off, he got a better look at your creation.

"Huh... these aren't half bad. Ya think they would sell well?" he picked up another one, inspecting it up closer.

"You want to sell these?" you asked with a little surprise in your voice.

"They might become real popular among cat lovers. Or little girls. Little girls is a target demographic I haven't reached yet." he chomped down the second one, making you let out a little offended yelp.

"Didn't I just tell you to stop eating these?"

"What can ya do, ya know better than anyone how insatiable my hunger is." he said in a casual tone, though the slight smirk gracing his lips was telling.

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