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leafsgarbage · 2 years

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what you want pt.2 | m.o.

A/N: HERE WE GO

Synopsis: you were the right person at the absolute best time

Genre: angst, fluff

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: osamu x f!reader, suna x f!reader, suna x PR manager!reader

pt.1

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Mistakes were common occurrences in life and it is the only way anyone ever really learns the hard lessons.

Osamu wishes he made a mistake. He wishes he forgot his keys at home for the shop. He wishes he slept in on accident. He wishes he never met Mel.

It was the first time he ever thought that in his head so strongly. It was the first time he ever thought this at all.

There wasn’t much he could do really. You had left to Tokyo to work with EJP Raijin and you were gone. Atsumu didn’t offer his brother too much sympathy, but he also wasn’t going to let himself fall off the deep end yet again.

It was different this time, the way he handled the breakup. He wasn’t abandoning anything, he went to work the same as always, and took care of himself. He just seemed very empty, his smiles were forced and his normal charisma faded into the now quiet and shell of a man he was.

Atsumu didn’t understand at first, but he had come to realize you were a lot better for Osamu than he already knew. He wasn’t crying and screaming on the floor because he knew you deserved better. He knew he was in the wrong and it wasn’t your fault, he was punishing himself instead of being upset with the world and blaming everything else.

You had really done something to him.

And it was really at that moment that Atsumu knew Osamu loved you. Of course he loved you, he wouldn’t be the way he was if he was really just using you to get close to some resemblance of his first love.

Mel’s love burned Osamu. Yours seemed to lift him even if he couldn’t see you anymore.

He noticed this as well. Osamu may have been stupid enough to let you go, but he was smart enough to know you changed him for the better. Regardless of his never ending guilt, there’s a peace he hasn’t felt in a long time, and he knows you brought it to him. You were it. Your love was simple, it was strong and loyal and pure. He never had to guess with you, you were honest and true to your feelings.

Osamu was also smart enough to know you deserved more than what he did. So that’s why he didn’t call you or try to reach out regardless of how much he wanted to. He wanted to hug you and tell you he was wrong and he was completely in love with you.

You did not want to fall in love again.

Osamu was to you what Mel was to him: a fire that scorched you. He made scars that would never leave your body or fade. You refused to fall in love again, to feel that kind of pain again. You wanted to protect your heart.

Life never really goes according to plan because there he was: Suna Rintaro, the prettiest middle blocker you think you’d ever seen. And he was ever so enamored with you. He liked you. A lot. The he-thinks-you-make-breathing-look-pretty-kind-of-like. The you-could-be-yelling-at-him-for-causing-an-uproar-on-social-media-and-you’d-still-be-the-sweetest-person-he-knows-kind-of-like.

It was his first time feeling this way ever. He didn’t want to act on it at first. He was nervous that it would damage the relationship you were building with the team, but Komori reassured him no one would think of you differently. Suna was none the wiser that you and Osamu dated, much less had your heart broken recently by his best friend. He was unaware to the block you had on your heart, which made his task increasingly difficult.

You kept your relationship as professional as you could, but Suna was persistent and you really never understood why. Why he brought you coffee every morning. Why he waited for you everyday at the front just to walk in with you. Why he always offered to drive you home or eat lunch with you.

It was hard not to form a bond with the middle blocker. You saw how closed off he was to the rest of the world, and yet, whenever he sees you he straightens his back and has the widest smile you have ever seen. It’s hard not to smile the same way back. So you stopped resisting too much.

You let him help you carry your bags to your office, you let him have dinner at your house after work, you let him take you to his favorite bar and just joke around together getting to know one another.

“Have you ever been in love, y/n?” His question catches you off guard because in all the time you have been hanging out with Suna, you hadn’t had time to think about Osamu.

You hum and take a swig of your beer. “Yea,” you chuckle. “It didn’t end too well.” Rin turns his head to the side in questioning. “He was in love with his first love still who was also my cousin and for whatever reason neither of us knew.” Rintaro’s eyes widen and he places a hand on yours. “But I’m pretty over it,” you shrug and give him a grin. “There’s this new guy who’s been hogging all my time lately.”

The middle blocker chuckles leaning against the bar. “I think he can assure you he’s very much into you.”

You smile delightedly at him. “Well that’s a relief, I’ve been pretty into him too.” The two of you smile at each other like kids, hearts beating fast and hard.

The two of you took it slow. He stole glances at you from afar any chance he could. Komori nudged him on the side whenever he got too distracted. “Coach is gonna get mad at you Suna.”

While he did turn back and paid attention, he honestly didn’t mind getting scolded by his coach if it meant seeing you laugh at him for being clumsy. You were opposites and when you came together it was magic. It was the easiest relationship you ever had. He was so talkative with you and so quiet with the rest of the world. You had a piece of him that others rarely got to see from him.

It meant the world to you.

Pretty soon dates were frequent and the two of you officially started dating. You would regularly sleep over at his house and one day he surprised you. “Babe, I got you something.” You hummed and sat down next to him to see what was in his hands. “I really will never understand why you like these god awful movies, but I saw the extended edition and they were on sale so if you wanna watch...” He held up all five of the Twilight movies the extended edition just as he said.

“What- oh my gosh... you’re- you’re wonderful Rin I love it thank you.” You kiss him quickly before squeezing him in a hug.

He pulls back and stares at you lovingly, his head resting on your forehead. “I love you, y/n.” He says in a whisper but he’s so close it almost feels like he’s yelling. You suck in a breath and hold it, unable to say anything. “And I don’t want you to say it just because I did. I wanted to say it and I’ll wait forever for you to tell me you love me too.” He kisses your head as he goes to pop in the movie.

You want to cry because he’s so good to you. Too good to be true, but he is. He’s real and a year ago you would have never thought you would be this happy in someone else’s embrace. You lay on top of Suna as you two watch through the movies, the two of you simultaneously playing with each other’s hair.

Suna did not like the Twilight movies one bit, but he watched them because you loved them and he always gave his honest reactions to what was going on. Your heart swelled at how kind your boyfriend is. “I do love you.” You whisper the same as he did. He picks his head up to look at you. “I love everything about you. Most of all I love that this part of you is mine to have.”

He squeezes you to him kissing your head again and again till you giggle and kiss him. That definitely made his list of top ten favorite moments.

The following month Suna took you to the same bar you would go to in the beginning of your relationship to meet up with his friends. You were nervous because you didn’t know if they would like you. “It’s going to be fun, I promise. They’re really good guys.” You always did like the way he talked about his friends from home, he loved them like family.

When you arrived and saw Atsumu standing near the door you smiled. “Atsumu!” You hugged the setter immediately and he was happy to see you.

“You guys know each other?” Suna asked confused.

You nod back. “Yea I was his PR manager before I went to EJP Raijin.” Suna nods and pats his friend on the back.

Then, your world stops because Osamu comes around the corner to greet you, obviously taken aback from seeing you. “Y/n.” He breathes out. He wants to ask you a million questions and hug you and apologize.

There isn’t the time to because Suna squeezes your shoulders and pulls you to him. “That saves me some time from introductions.” Osamu’s world falls because what are the chances that he goes through exactly the same thing over again. It’s different this time though, because you smile sweetly and pretend you’re on good terms. You ask him how he’s been and it’s hard to act normal because his heart is beating so fast and he wants to tell you so many things.

As the night goes on all the guys end up loving you, of course, why wouldn’t they? Kita and you got along great and Aran made you laugh so hard you nearly fell out of your chair. Osamu realized he never had you meet his friends so this was your first time seeing them. He also never talked about you to them so they were none the wiser that you two were a thing.

Rintaro did. He always talked about you. He mentioned you every chance he got and the way he smiled at you, Osamu could tell he was in love with you. And at the same time, you were just as taken with him. You kept a hand on his leg on his shoulder, anywhere as long as you were able to touch him. The two of you had your silent conversations that you seemed to understand each other on.

It was scary how close you two were.

Kita and Aran left and Atsumu went to grab the car with Suna who kissed your cheek before leaving. That left you and Osamu alone.

“It’s good to see you.” You said with a small smile covering yourself with Suna’s jacket.

Osamu swallows the lump in his throat to talk to you. “I’m sorry y/n. For everything. I realize... how wrong everything I did was. I’m so sorry.”

You nod taking in his apology. “I’m over it.” You smile. “I’m not mad really, I’m in a really good place and... I love him a lot.” A blush appears on your face, you haven’t actually admitted that to anyone else besides Suna himself.

“He loves you too.” He says back just in case you didn’t know. “You’re a beautiful person y/n. All the time.”

“I hope you know, Osamu, that you do deserve to be happy. Regardless of everything.” His heart aches knowing he hurt you so bad and yet you’re still comforting him. You’re not entertaining him the same way Mel did, you weren’t going back to him, that much he understood and he was happy. He was happy that you were happy and that you made his friend happy. To be around you was a gift in itself and he’s glad he didn’t ruin you the same way Mel ruined him.

“I’m pretty happy now.” He smiles softly at you. “Thank you for showing me how beautiful love really is.” You held your breath at how blunt he was, and while you could feel the fact that he may still not be over you, you don’t speak of it. You don’t want Osamu the same way anymore, and he knew that.

“It’s cold my love, let’s go.” Suna runs up and hugs Osamu quickly. He looks to you and you hug Osamu and Atsumu as well before following Suna back to the car.

Once the car is out of sight Atsumu pats his brother on the back. “Let’s go.” Osamu smiles and nods getting into the car with relief he hasn’t felt in years.

And it’s all thanks to you.

A/N: kinda short but i thought it was cute!

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strawberrykake · 2 years

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nasa ｡˚۰˚☽˚⁀➷｡˚

when i miss you, it’ll change the way I kiss you || pt. 1

Warnings: kissy kisses, slightly suggestive, fluffy fluffs, angst if you squint, mentions alcohol (Ukai)

Ushijima, Osamu, Keishin, Oikawa

✺ Ushijima Wakatoshi

giving your bf the silent treatment for 3 whole days bc he introduced you as his "friend" (to his teammates bc he panicked)

He eventually corrected himself...a day later bc he forgor 💀

Your text messages were filled with his sorries

But after you told him to give you "some space", he decided to stop texting to respect your wishes

It was only when you slowly approached him in the gym while he sat on the bleachers, studying the volleyball in his hands

“You, ok?” he asks quietly, noticing you, still unsure if you'd want to talk to him.

Tears start to form in your eyes and you can’t help but start sniffing away the pity snot

He immediately embraces you, patting your head and giving it a kiss

“I love you,” he says into the tender kiss on your forehead

You move away from his embrace to look up at him

“I-I lob y-” you start to say between sniffs but he cuts you off by placing his lips on yours

"I'm sorry," he says, pulling away.

"I heard you the first time," you respond, making him chuckle. "Also, you don't need to apologize. I overreacted, I'm sorry."

"No, you're fine. You are my lo-"

You take revenge on him cutting you off by kissing him again.

This time the kiss is deeper, as you pull him impossibly closer

His eyes flutter close as you allow his tongue to entangle with yours and you pull at his hair

You fight a smile, hearing a groan erupt from his throat

This kiss was very different from usual

You both clearly missed each other.

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✺ Miya Osamu

after a getting into petty fight (that was mostly your fault), you decide to push him away a little

and after a few days of ghosting him, you can’t help but start to miss his smile and the little wrinkles that form around his eyes…

yeah…

That’s when you decide to stop by the Onigiri shop before it opened to speak to him

And he was there…as usual being the early bird he is

When he saw you, he just stared at you.

“Listen…I’m really so-” you start

“I don’t want’a hear it.” He grabs a few boxes of snack bars and organizes them onto the counter

What? So, that’s it?

You kept quiet, thinking about different ways to gain his forgiveness

after what felt like a whole minute, you hear him sigh

“fuck this shit.”

Osamu pushes the boxes to the side and jumps over the counter

“You know, you could’ve just walked around there?” You point at the gate that separates the cash register and the outer room

“This is faster.” He doesn’t take his eyes off you.

“You’re so dramatic,” you laugh.

His gaze softens as he holds your cheek with his palm

“I miss yer laugh,” he says in almost a whisper, “I miss you…and I’m sorry.”

You shake your head. “No, it was my fault. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have acted that way.”

"C'mere." He puts his arms around you, leaning down to kiss you

You giggle into his kiss

But when he lifts you up onto the counter, deepening the kiss

You can't help but wallow in the moment as his tongue explores your mouth

It has been so long since you’ve kissed like this and he won’t keep it that way again

"I miss yer kisses," he pecks your lips before moving down your jaw, towards your neck.

"I miss your scent, too," he inhales deeply in your neck before sucking on that one special spot that made you bite your lip.

“Y’all’r confusing as hell. I swear I thought ya'll were gunna break up.” Atsumu appears out of nowhere, stuffing one of the snack bars in his face.

You both jumped at his sound.

“Get out.” Osamu unwraps his apron and throws it at his twin.

"Hey! Didn't you ask me to help you, today?" Atsumu dodges before his twin throws another heavier object at him.

"Oh! Babe, I can help out, too." You face your boyfriend, smiling.

His arm still around your waist, he smiles back. "Alright, then. I guess we'll be spending the day together."

"Hello...I'm still here." Atsumu looks between the two of you smiling at each other. You both never fail to make the man feel single af.

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✺ Ukai Keishin

Bc he was constantly having to work and then study between jobs, you barely had time to spend with each other

He never even called for the past week

Maybe he was ghosting you?

stop being dramatic, you thought to yourself

That is why when he texted you one late night to meet up at his place, you (almost) desperately replied back

With a bit of heaviness in your heart, you decide to go meet him

he was sitting on a table on his front yard, a drink in his hand

omg, is he drunk? you think to yourself.

"Hey," you tap his shoulder.

His head turns to you and you see his gaze soften

"Hey," he simply says, taking your hand and placing his cheek in it.

Oh, he isn’t drunk. You sigh in relief

There is a silence that washes over the two of you

"Are you ok?" You ask, staring at him.

“Been better,” he shrugs. Then he looks back at you, smirking. “Of course, you’re here, so I’m feeling a little better.”

“Please don’t overwork, yourself.” You worriedly stroke his cheek with your thumb.

He sighs, feeling comfort in your hand

“Sorry, I didn’t call.”

“No, it’s fine.” You pull your hand away.

“No, even a text would’ve been fine. Gosh, I’m so stupid,” he mumbles to himself.

“You had a lot on your plate.”

“Either way, I should always make time for you.”

You keep quiet, facing his shoes.

“You..know, I missed you.” His voice makes you look back into his golden orbs.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Like a lot,” he says, amused by your tinted cheeks under the glow of the porch light.

He pats his lap, motioning for you to sit.

It only makes you blush more but nonetheless, you accept the invitation.

You sprawl your legs across his lap as he pulls you closer by your waist, resting his head on your shoulder

You feel his chest move as he sighs in content

“Why don’t we stay like this for a minute?” he mumbles.

The intimacy and closeness of your bodies only made you lose your mind, especially since you haven’t seen each other in a while

“Keishin,” you breathe, turning his face towards yours.

Hearing you say his name in such a way after a long time, made his eyes go dark,

You watch his adam’s apple bob on his neck before crashing your lips on his

He moves his lips, reciprocating your movements

and when you tighten your grip on his shirt, he grabs and moves them into his blonde locks.

You tug at his hair as his tongue prods out to unseal your lips

With the way he’s holding and squeezing at your sides, hands moving down to your thighs, has you whining

He takes this as an opportunity to move his lips to your neck, leaving open mouth kisses

Keishin tightens the hold under your thighs, pressing you against him as he stands up, carrying you with him

“Let me make up for all the times we missed out,” he whispers against your skin.

You hug him tightly, nodding at his words.

He chuckles at your response and kicks his door open

With you still tightly in his arms, your bf takes you into his cozy dwelling.

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✺ Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa being the biggest heartthrob, despite being taken kinda gets you riled up

You were okay and used to seeing other people simp over him

but what drew the line is seeing a whole dedicated fanclub for him constantly waiting for him after each game

Which got you a little moody especially bc of the fact that you kept texting him to distract him from the fanclub

but he never responds, busy taking photos and signing autographs

It was only until you left, that he noticed your messages

When he read your last one: “Tooru, I’m gonna need some space for now, I’ll call you later”, he felt devastated

For a couple days, he sat in his room, contemplating, if he should text or call you

but he kept waiting for you to call

At some point, you have calmed down and decided to explain how you felt

Instead of calling, you decide to visit him

You walk into his room and there he lays on the bed, blasting the song "Loser" by Charlie Puth

As he was mouthing the lyrics "I'll never recover, I'll never be fiiinne",

Your throw one of the stuffed bears towards him, which makes him startle, pausing the song

"Babe??" he sits up on the bed, looking like he’s seen a ghost.

"You didn't lose me, loser."

He looks down, not speaking.

"Look," You start, grabbing his hands. "I was really jealous seeing all those girls fangirl over you. What I'm trying to say is, I'm not going to tell you who you can and cannot talk to. Because, I trust you. I always did. They were just really pretty and I don't know..."

"Hey." Before you could ramble on, Oikawa sits up, clasping his fingers with yours. One hand goes up to your cheek, thumbing it gently. “You’re the prettiest.”

“Thanks but, you’re only saying—”

He moves in to kiss you. “And the smartest,” he murmurs.

“Okay, I’m not that smart,” you laugh, your smile lightening the room.

“Smarter than me,” he says before continuing.

“And…wait I didn’t finish…the coolest.”

He uses boths hands to squish your cheeks and kiss you again. “And the CUTEST”

“Alright, you can stop now,” you roll your eyes.

“Annnnd…” he smirks, seeing you blush. “the sexiest,” he whispers, his voice darkens.

Oikawa lowers his hands to your waist as he moves in closer to your lips, this time, closing his around yours.

You begin moving your lips in sync with his, your hands making its way into his brown hair.

He pulls your waist to move you on top of him as he falls back on the bed

His lips stay connected to you, moving down your neck

“I take it that we’re okay now?” he asks, breathlessly, between kisses.

You nod. “I’m sorry, I overreacted.”

“It’s okay. I suffer from jealousy bc of you, too.” He softly moves your hair behind your ear, grinning widely.

“Shut up,” you say, trying to fight a smile but failing.

“I can try,” he says cockily before placing his lips against you again.

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hanaonesflower · 2 years

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Let me try this one out, fwb to lovers, let’s go.

CW: mentions of sex but very little explicit descriptions, cursing, me calling ‘Samu dumb, just my writing tbh.

Osamu x fem!reader [angst to fluff]

Okay have fun yll!! Dig in!

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Osamu is too busy to put a label on his own restaurant menu items, let alone a whole relationship.

He is an owner, a business owner at that. His day evolves around waking up at the crack dawn, throwing on layers upon layers of coats just to rough the cold he will have to endure between his apartment and the car. After arriving at the restaurant, the night crickets are still chirping. The birds have yet to make their appearances for the day. He goes through his day with arms deep in the rice cooker, molding and shaping uniformed onigiris, slight burns and sores grow on his arms but he has not had the time to care. Osamu goes through numerous of customers each day, making small talks that he oh so despises.

He stays since the sun comes up and long until after the moon has taken its place. Osamu sits in a dingy and humid room with nothing but a fan, a makeshift desk that houses his stationery and a speaker. He looks at the watch, 11:21pm, he now decides it is appropriate for any normal person to head home from their jobs. Only to do it all again the next day.

Only the next day is the one day of the week he closes, and he leaves the store with the huge sigh of relief. That means he doesn’t have to go home, to his house, but to another location that he is just so familiar with now. Your place.

I’m on my way

Okay!

You respond to his text within seconds of him sending it. He likes it, he likes that you’re always available for him. Friends with benefits is just the perfect arrangement for a busy, occupied man like him. He doesn’t have time to commit to anything, hell, he can barely commit to his job.

He is glad that your place is just around the corner of his restaurant, that is just how he came across meeting you in the first place. His favorite regular. The first to come in every visit, Osamu makes sure to prepare you the best onigiris of the day. He takes a little more time on them than the other ones. Sometimes he even finds that they are not good enough to be given to you, so he places them in the batch he is going to sell for the day, and starts to remake the ones he wants to give you.

Before heading over, he stops by a liquor store to purchase a case of beer and a pack of condoms. The cashier just smirks at him before handing him the receipt. He practically is running towards your place, which he finds odd that he is that excited to see you, but Osamu is just as good as considering that as him being horny.

He knocks 3 times and the third knock is incomplete. You throw the door open with your arms open in front of him. You’re just loving like that, it’s not like you have feelings for him, or anything.

He leans in, brushing his lips against yours and hums into the kiss before mentioning his pack of beer. You two drink on the coffee table before commencing what you usually do when you see each other. You fuck.

Osamu is really good at taking care of you after the fact. He takes a warm towel and wipes your body down of cold sweat, takes a makeup wipe and cleans away any excess mascara that didn’t come off when you first washed, which is dripping down your face. He picks up any trash around the room and the house, before bringing you a cup of water and some candy. He leaves you with forehead kisses. Damn, that’s the real kick in the gut.

Osamu snuggles with you before you both drift off to sleep. Osamu is so stupid, he is so occupied with work and his ego to realize that he isn’t just thinking with his dick. The next morning he makes you breakfast and coffee just the way you like it, takes walks to the beach with you before enjoying a cup of ice cream sundae together. Osamu accompanies you the groceries store for your weekly fridge restock, he pays for it, too. No one is going to blame you for catching feelings. He is doing the most for just being a fuck buddy.

Things had gone on for about a year, and it continues for the next few months before the agony is eating away at you. You never once bothered to sit Osamu down and discussed your feelings, simply because you don’t want to admit it. Plus, he is very adamant about your relationship being strictly physical and there is and will not be anything else to it. You realized it will be better for the both of you, well, mainly for you, to relinquish ties with him. Any connection with him will just worsen in the long run. You think it’s best to break it off, at least until you completely are over him.

“Osamu, let’s talk, yeah?”

“Sure…” he seems confused, especially when you said that, he is inside of you.

He pulls out of you. You sit upright, covering yourself with a blanket and with him sitting beside you. His hand is languidly caressing your thigh, Osamu patiently waits for you to speak. You can’t imagine what his reaction can be. Will he be angry? Sad? Upset? At the fact that you stripped him of his only out for release. Relief? You are preparing yourself for anything. He can always find another person to fuck, but you can’t fix your sanity with him around.

“Osamu, I think we should stop seeing each other.” You begin, it’s much harder now that you’re actually doing it. What is said cannot be taken back.

Osamu says nothing. He is still processing what you said. His face showcases a rollercoaster of emotions. You are also on edge, witnessing the ever changing faces he’s making.

You continue, “I think we should stop seeing other, because… because I caught feelings. I think it’s best for us to cut ties.” He still remains quiet. You figure it’s best to just dish it all out in one go, then you can kick him out.

“I’m going to finish saying my peace, and you then you can go. I caught feelings for you Osamu, and I know it’s the last thing we both wanted, but it happened. All we can do now is fix it. I’m not exactly sure how you feel about this, whatever the fuck this is, but I’m going to assume that you are nonchalant. This is my solution and usually this is the only solution in this situation. I’m really sorry. I cant keep doing this, I’m not willing to sacrifice my sanity for you.” You said that all in one breath. You admire that you still have any left from the way he was rutting into you earlier.

You stay still, as if waiting for a storm to come on and pass through. Osamu stops holding your thigh and retracts his hand to his own body, you take that as a sign. This is it. This is where it ends.

“I’m done,” you end.

“Well, I’m not, Y/n.” The only times where Osamu calls you by your given name is when he greets you. During sex, he prefers to call you by the pet names he gave you. So hearing your name rolling off his tongue any time other than a greeting is coming off as strange.

“This might make me sound like a coward, screw it, I am a fucking coward. I am a coward for not allowing myself to admit it to ya sooner. That I’m so fucking in love with you. Every time I see ya, I find myself being excited like a damn kid beforehand. The sight of ya, yer voice, the way ya just look so good standing next to me, then I realize I don’t want ya next to anyone else but me.” His confession sounds like a love letter more than anything. You, however, apprehended from his words, hesitant to fall into the arms that are holding out for you.

“Y/n, please, allow me, this goddamn coward in front of ya, to love ya. Truly, honestly. I want to love ya, so bad it hurts me.” Sincerity is plastered on his face that it’s unmistakable. Osamu means it, every word.

Only then you fall into his strong arms. The ones that had held you a thousand times before, for it to feel so foreign now that they belong to someone who really loves you. The way your head falls on to his chest and just finds its home there. Your name takes on a whole new definition for him, and he holds it near his heart. Clutching it so tight like precious jewels. You breath him in.

“Love me, Osamu.”

And he does.

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queenelleee · 2 years

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8:53 am

You cracked the egg... slowly guiding it to the bowl that you and your boyfriend bought together. Slightly shaky hand enveloping it and fingers carefully applying pressure to finally crack it open.

Then you heard it - egg shells breaking. You watched as the dents started growing bigger and bigger until...

*plop!*

the egg white and its yolk landed fully intact on the surface of the bowl.

As if by instinct, you held out the one hand that made it happen and stared at it as if you were possessed by the spirit of the best chef in the world.

♡

A sleeping Miya Osamu jolted awake when he heard your loud scream. Still in a sleepy daze, he get out of your shared bed and half-walked half-run to where you are.

Holding his slippers Osamu asked, “What happened? Where is the burglar?“

There is no burglar. Only you in an apron while holding out your hand in front of him.

“I did it!!“ excitement and pride are laced in your voice.

“What... did ya do now babe?“ Osamu asks. Sleepiness started to dissipate in his system.

“I finally get to crack an egg with just one hand!! Now, I can do what those people in cooking videos do.“

Osamu lagged for a moment and suddenly smiled widely. “Ya did? For a while I thought we’re already getting robbed. But here ya are, finally achieving another milestone in yer life.” You giggled as he puts his hand on top of your head and pat it as if saying ‘Good job!’

Your arms circle around your boyfriend’s waist, “Baby steps, babe, baby steps.“ as you kissed his cheek.

“Because of that, yer cooking me breakfast for waking me up.“ Osamu said while pouting his lips. You were already cooking breakfast in the first place; you were just distracted by that Master Chef moment you just had.

“Already working on it, Mister. And oh, Samu?“

“yes darlin’?“

“I am making a mold of my hand after this.“

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ when the night falls.

synopsis: it was on the coldest nights of january that osamu drank a little too much, hoping to find your comfort in the warmth of the alcohol.

fandom: haikyuu.

characters: osamu.

reader: gn!

genre: long-shot.

content: alcohol, cursing, drunk osamu, mention of blood, use of they/them pronouns in some dialogues, a drunk man being disgusting.

word count: 5k.

cole's note: recycled post (@.kashika) <3

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

For three years now, on the coldest and darkest nights of January, Osamu had been looking for comfort, something that would warm.

And Osamu looked for it: his bedclothes weighed heavily on his body, making him wake up every morning more tired than when he went to bed, the pain in his body still being insignificant compared to the wounds that remained open in his heart; he tried to find comfort in the arms of the women who once lusted after him so much, but never finding the solace he so desperately needed. Osamu searched for months for an escape capable of comforting and warming him, because the memory of the cold of that January night had only spread during the continuous passage of time, freezing Osamu's entire being and preventing him from living as he once did.

And it was after exhausting months of searching, exactly one year later, on the coldest and darkest night of January, that Osamu found what he was looking for so much.

The aroma was unpleasant, forcing Osamu to frown every time he smelled it; and the taste was no better either –sour and hot, burning the mouth and throat as it descended, so swiftly and so fiercely; but the effects were magnificent, because after four drinks, Osamu felt light, the heat that ran through his whole body to be able to make him vulnerable once more, to make him human once more.

And that's why, in January, when the night falls, you could find Osamu in a bar, lost among several glasses and bottles, fussing with anyone who would listen, venting to no one in particular, shouting at everyone.

And this new yearly behavior of Osamu took everyone by surprise.

Everyone who knew Osamu knew perfectly well that he didn't like alcohol: the reality is that Osamu only saw advantages in these drinks for his cooking; Osamu never liked to drink: the smell was horrible to him, the taste was inedible; however, there was something about the cold and dark nights of January that appealed to Osamu to warm up with that drink he hated so much, the feeling of comfort he felt when he drank was always stronger than any negative aspect alcohol could bring.

Everyone knew that Osamu was not, in reality, a person of addictions, much less a person who found relief in a small, shiny glass of alcohol, but the truth is that cold January nights change a person; and changed especially Miya Osamu; the problem, in addition to the small and slow destruction of himself, is that Osamu did not have a great tolerance for alcohol, starting to see cloudy from the third glass, starting to alienate himself in the fourth and, even before reaching halfway through the fifth glass, Osamu didn't even know his own name anymore; but he was never able to forget you.

For it was in the darkest and coldest nights of January that the memory of you came with force and without mercy to haunt Miya Osamu.

More than two years ago, when night fell in January, Osamu ceased to exist.

When the night falls in January, a great iron curtain also falls on Osamu, preventing him from feeling anything more than that huge void that was filled with the feeling of abandonment and loss. When the night falls in January, Osamu couldn't live until the next morning, dying a little longer each time, getting lost in glasses and bars, not wanting to know where he was wandering. In January, when the night falls, Osamu disappeared, starting to find himself in the middle of so many empty streets, always lost in the middle of alleys, never knowing where he was once the morning came.

So, it was known that in January, when the night falls, Osamu falls with it.

All this because it was in the darkest nights of January that Osamu remembered you.

During the darkest nights of January, where no candle or lamp was enough to light the darkness that had settled inside him, it was when Osamu found himself wandering in the big and deserted streets of the city, his body just wanting to feel something, hoping that the icy cold of the month would be enough for him to feel something more than that feeling of despair that had tormented him so much since that fateful day.

It was on the coldest nights of January that Osamu remembered you.

It was on those nights that he got lost in the city, his gaze always fixed on the wet pavement, his hands in his coat pockets, his steps unhurried as his feet got soaked with each puddle of water trodden on. It was on those cold January nights that Osamu forgot all his responsibilities and chores, his mind forcing him to think only of you and nothing else.

For it was in the coldest and darkest nights of January that the memory of you came to haunt Osamu without warning, forcing him to drink to forget about you.

And that night, exactly three years later, was no different.

The night was quite cold, the wind as strong as it was icy, pushing passersby mercilessly, freezing all those who were too brave –or stupid– to face such a weather; it was only a matter of time before the rain began to fall, hard and heavily, filling every crack in the pavement, showing no mercy to anything or anyone, wanting to flood everything with the icy tears from the clouds so dark and heavy that night.

In fact, that January night was not being favorable to anyone; but Osamu just didn't want to know, because when the night falls in January, Osamu goes out to the bars.

He took longer than usual to get to his first bar. It wasn't because he left the house later or because he got lost; Osamu, that night, just didn't want to walk.

Three years with that weight on top of him was too much, and as night fell that day, Osamu's body felt as if it had shut down with the immediate darkness that made itself felt in less than nothing. And Osamu tried to break that annual habit of leaving the house, going to bars, destroying himself, but thoughts and memories began to dance gently in his dimly lit room, making use of the dim light of the lamp to, with their shadow, expand the pain they brought with them. And Osamu tried to ignore all the memories that played in his living room, taking refuge in his room, hoping that the many and infinite covers of his bed were enough to create a barrier that prevented the loneliness and sadness from penetrating him.

However, it was all in vain and, thirty minutes after his usual time, Osamu was already sitting at a bar, a full glass in one hand, the other gesturing fiercely to the man who was next to him.

“It's like I tell you,” Osamu was completely uninhibited after a glass of alcohol, letting the words fly out of him without any restrictions or fears, uttering them with such precision that it didn't even look like Osamu was already touched with alcohol. “It's all so much fun until you guys start having lives of your own.”

“High school love?” the man who was drinking with Osamu laughed out loud, stuffing himself with peanuts before drinking from his beer bottle again and continuing his reasoning aloud. “Those never last. My girlfriend at the time cheated on me as soon as I entered university. These are never worth it.”

Osamu looked a little in disbelief at his companion.

The alcohol that was already running through his veins prevented him from having any immediate reaction; his mind repeated the stranger's words, and Osamu knew that something in them didn't make sense, but he couldn't make out what it was. So he asked for a beer, heading for his third trip to the acidic and burning land of alcohol.

“Not really, my dear!” Osamu placed his free hand on his companion's back, an affectionate and friendly gesture exchanged so many times by so many strangers. “They are different.”

“If they were different, you wouldn't be complaining, my friend,” the man laughed again and Osamu followed him. Frantically nodding his head, as if in agreement, suddenly stopping. Would you really be different?

“You're right,” this time, all of Osamu's excitement fled in a low, long sigh, the rest of the glass disappearing all at once. “The only thing different is that, after three years, I still think about them.”

“Three years?!” the man whistled, showing the surprise he felt at Osamu's confession, who, very embarrassed, nodded his head – but why did Osamu feel ashamed with the fact that he's been suffering for you for three years now? “Must be a really great person!”

Osamu looked again in disbelief at his companion –what the hell was there in the words of that stranger that affected Osamu so much?

He shook his head, sipping a little of beer and, after thinking several times, Osamu simply managed to mumble a small “They’re the love of my life,” letting sadness follow his words without any shame.

How confusing was Osamu when he was consumed by alcohol.

“Nonsense! You're still young, you haven't met half the people out there yet,” the man finished his beer, settled back in his seat and faced Osamu, a small smile appearing so strangely on his crooked lips. “Do you have any pics of them?”

Osamu laughed, taking out his cellphone and digging through his gallery, looking, in the midst of so many memories, for the ones that hurt him the most –for Osamu was a masochist to the point that he couldn't, at least, erase the pictures he had of you. I mean, Atsumu forced his brother to remove you from all social media, however, he was not successful when the conversation focused on the various photographs and videos that always lay so lonely on Osamu's cell phone.

After digging through landscapes and selfies, several photographs with friends and some referring to his work, Osamu finally found a photograph of you –not that he hadn't gone through other photographs before, but this one was just beautiful, it was his and your favorite. The cellphone was shown to the stranger, and he took the time to observe you carefully; beautiful and natural, you landed gently with a small picnic basket, your eyes shining with the excitement of finally being on a date with Osamu.

“Not bad, sir,” the man grabbed Osamu's cellphone as he went back to drinking his beer; the stranger's big, filthy fingers began to enlarge the image, looking into every corner of you, letting nothing escape his eyes. Your entire figure was analyzed in detail by that stranger without Osamu noticing: hair color, eye color, nose shape, smile shape, how delicate your hands were, how beautiful your legs were, how appetizing your waist was. “Not bad at all…”

The laugh he sounded now carried malice with it, the zoom that the stranger made focusing only on your legs; Osamu finished the beer with a frown and, as soon as he realized the laughter that had escaped the man, Osamu looked at him, seeing a sinister gleam in his eyes, the smile that was drawn on his crooked lips bringing discomfort to Osamu.

And that's when he realized what was wrong with that unknown companion's words: that man just didn't respect you.

It was with a very crude act that Osamu took his cellphone from the stranger's hands, standing up abruptly, causing the sound of his chair falling to stop all the conversations and laughter that were animating that bar. "What the fuck?! Who do you think you are?!”

“Clearly they are too much for you, my dear,” the man laughed, not taking Osamu's behavior seriously: after all, Osamu's slight stumble betrayed the effect that the alcohol was having on him. “I was just checking that out.”

The disdain with which that presumptuous man spoke of you was horrible and Osamu couldn't seem to take it; not with that absurd amount of alcohol running through him as freely as if it were blood.

Osamu spat to the side, showing the disapproval of that man's words. “You don't know what you're saying.”

"I've seen how they are," again that disgusting laugh, loaded with ulterior motives, steeped in malice. “And they are not for you. What they need is a real man. Not a crybaby baby who still grieves their loss after three years.”

Osamu grabbed the collar of the stranger's shirt and forced him to get up with excessive force, all the eyes in that bar were fixed on both of them, the bartender stopping the movement of his hands to look at them curiously, looking forward to what could happen.

“You're not man enough to keep them,” the stranger chuckled, his alcohol-soaked words aggravating Osamu's condition with malicious intent. “Do you really think you're man enough to hit me?”

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You no longer remember the last time you left work so late; in fact, you believed that the last time you left your work so late was exactly three years ago. And just the thought of that memory was enough to make you shiver. It didn't matter how much clothes you were wearing that day, how hot you felt outside, the reality is that there was a great and vast layer of ice from three years ago that, with the slow passage of time, was gaining thickness, becoming, now, practically impossible to be broken –or melted.

Although it was indeed late, and the rain was beginning to fall heavily, nothing made you quicken your steps, walking with great care and precision, your footsteps so light as to be practically hidden by the shrill sound of the rain. Because, in reality, you didn't have the strength to walk. The fact that you left work so late only reminded you of memories that you had locked away and placed deep inside you, making you uncomfortable and melancholy once again.

Even if you repeat to yourself over and over again that you were over everything, that nothing bothered you anymore, that you had managed to move on, everyone knew that you were just lying to everyone –and especially lying to yourself. Because everyone knew that you still yearned for Osamu's return, knowing perfectly well that only he was able to give you the comfort and peace you were looking for so much; everyone knew that you still dreamed of Osamu, remembering times when everything was easier and where you were still together; because everyone knew that you still loved Osamu, in the same way that Osamu loved you.

The rain fell noisily on your blue umbrella, splashing the surroundings where you passed, insisting on disturbing your mind even more. For, it was on the darkest and coldest nights of January, that the memory of a pure love tormented you, forcing you to take refuge in the comfort of your home, hoping that your two pets were enough to prevent you from thinking too much. So, moved by the deafening and unappealing noises of the rain, you took your time to return home, the darkness of that night becoming something welcoming for you, the voids of the street only equaling the void that had established inside you.

But could you really endure another night submerged in so many destructive thoughts?

Entering your empty house was still strange to you; not even three long and lonely years could appease the sadness you felt for stepping into empty territory.

You took your shoes off without haste, your wet socks leaving small, practically invisible footprints on the floor of the house, while you, so tired and destroyed, dragged your body to the room where you knew you would have two small animals waiting for you. But what was the point of having two companions waiting for you if they were always sleeping, far from your embrace, far from the love you were desperate to offer but nobody wanted.

You had no choice but to sit on the couch, shrouded in the darkness of the room, letting all thoughts scream louder and angrier in your mind.

You let your head hit the sofa, staring at the black ceiling, sighing occasionally as a happier memory –a more painful memory– made its presence felt, leaving you to wander in your thoughts in an intense sea of memories and happiness you haven't seen for three years.

“Hello?” you answered your cellphone on impulse, the fright the sound forcing you to act without thinking, to answer without seeing who had bothered you so late on that cold and dark January night.

“Do you…” Osamu's voice came out muffled on the other side, making you shiver, making your heart stop for a moment. After three long and lonely years, Osamu had finally deigned to call you; would he apologize? Ask to speak with you? “Do you still love me?”

There was something different about the timbre of Osamu's voice and it made you quite uneasy.

You took your feet up onto the sofa, slowly smearing it with the water trapped in your socks; your knees could touch your chest, your free hand gripping your legs with some fear and nervousness.

You didn't respond to Osamu, you couldn't gain strength or courage to respond to him after being subjected to silence for so long. But you tried to answer, don't get me wrong; you opened your mouth slightly, the word yes caught in your trembling lips, longing to be spoken, to be finally released. However, you decided to adopt, once again, the silence that had consumed you for three long years.

Though, when he was surrounded by alcohol, Osamu became more determined, and also more distracted. “The rain doesn't stop falling,” once again, you remained silent, trying to understand what was new in Osamu's timbre of voice; you wanted to try to understand what was really going on with him. “And when the rain falls, I get wet.”

You couldn't hide the smile that formed on your lips after that realization by Osamu. “Unless you have an umbrella.”

“I didn't bring any,” Osamu gestured with his hand as he stepped down the street, bracing himself in the air, tripping over his own feet, letting his crooked figure be washed away by the rain. “They stink.”

“Umbrellas don't stink,” you tried to contain a small laugh, resting your chin on your knees and just admiring the darkness.

“If they don't smell like you, they stink,” Osamu shrugged his shoulders as he stopped walking and looked in front of him, letting the beautiful architecture of that house be admired by his bleary eyes and totally hurt by the rain. “You could lend me one of yours to take home. I don't want to be alone. Wet. I don't want to be we– Fuck!”

Osamu stumbled again, hitting a small garbage can, causing it to fall; the sound echoed loudly through the neighborhood, echoing in the midst of the silence, unable to be drowned out by the rain, which was now so weak and timid.

Alarmed by the sound you had just heard, you got up quickly, walking to the window and seeing, to your surprise, a very angry Osamu with a garbage can, cursing and kicking it, the light from the lamp illuminating that little show where the subtle drops of rain gave that scene a shine.

You turned off your cellphone without thinking, your eyes still fixed on the window as you saw Osamu's silver hair, so soaked, moving freely with his sudden movements.

And it was without thinking that you moved away from the window, walking slowly and nervously to the door of your house, stopping even before putting your hand on the handle. Should you go to him? The reality is that Osamu didn't look the least bit well in the middle of that light rain and the behavior he was having towards a garbage can was quite alarming. That's why you were determined –you opened the door, the sound of the rain becoming more intense as soon as you, barefoot and without worries, set foot on the street, listening to Osamu cursing that object.

“Osamu…”

Your voice was like a call.

As if bewitched by the tenderness of his name, Osamu stopped his aggressive movements and words, turning his body slightly and seeing you, nervous, barefoot, wet looking at him, something caught in your gaze that he couldn't decipher, your posture denouncing the nerves you were feeling.

Osamu straightened his body as much as he could, flashing a fake smile, trying to show that he was okay –that he wasn't drunk.

“Oh, love! Do you have the umbrella?”

“What happened to you?” you ignored Osamu's drunken words, focusing only on his face dimly lit by the lamp, small red and purple spots adorning Osamu's so delicate face.

He just brought his hand to his face, touching a small wound in the corner of his eye, and smiled; Osamu opened his arms, as if welcoming that rain, and spoke normally, his face as serious as usual, his eyes closed as if he wanted to remember what had really happened to him.

“I got into a bar fight!”

You were in shock at that sight, even reaching for Osamu, wanting to reach out and touch him once more; however, even before speaking again, you drew your hands in the pockets of your sweater and turned your back on Osamu.

“Come.”

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“You're already tall and you still want to sit on top of the sink?!” you snorted at Osamu's stubbornness, your irritation being drowned out by his laughter.

“I want to be comfortable!”

“You want to be quiet and–” Osamu, clinging to his stubbornness, tried to sit on the bathroom sink, not quite calculating how much force he should use, seeing his hand slip away from him; the moment that followed was quick and quite frightening for you who somehow managed to hold Osamu's heavy body even before he catastrophically fell to the floor of your bathroom. “Jesus…”

Osamu laughed again and, now with your help, he sat down carefully on the sink, waiting patiently. “See? I always get what I want.”

You rolled your eyes as soon as you threw a towel at Osamu. “Dry yourself off while I go get the first aid kit.”

You sighed when you opened the small bathroom cabinet, rummaging through everything in search of that white box, while Osamu, beside you, began to clean himself without any hurry: his hair was the first thing to be dried, becoming totally disheveled, the light, damp strands of his silver hair falling clumsily; as soon as his face and neck were clear of any trace of the rain, Osamu took off his sweater, wiping away the wetness that had built up with just that light soaked fabric, giving his bruises permission to make a small appearance.

Once you found the first-aid kit, you closed the closet and looked at Osamu with some concern, feeling that what had happened to him was partly your fault.

You took a deep breath and placed the box next to Osamu, starting to rummage through it looking for the essentials to tend to his injuries.

“Not even a wow?” Osamu looked genuinely perplexed by your uninteresting reaction.

“It's not the first time I've seen you like this, remember?” you shrugged your shoulders when you took a piece of clean cloth and wet it with water.

“Still. You used to like it before,” Osamu pouted a little, just making you sigh already tired of seeing that boy touched by alcohol.

You did not answer him; putting yourself on tiptoe, and signaling for Osamu to bend down a little, you began to rub the cloth on Osamu's face, absorbing small bloodstains, cleaning the marks of a painful defeat. Your touch was gentle: one of your hands was holding Osamu's chin carefully –trying not to touch the small wound there– while the other, so delicately and nimbly, caressed Osamu's face through a wet cloth; your touch made Osamu relax for a moment, letting him melt with your grace, closing his eyes and just feeling your cold hands, sending him back to times when these gestures of yours were daily –with the difference that, while now you wiped traces of alcohol and aggression from Osamu's face, in the past you smeared his face with lines and kisses of passion and tenderness; now, you took care of him, previously, you loved him.

“I missed this.”

You, once again, refused to answer Osamu. However, only you knew that you also missed these moments with him. You missed Osamu's smooth skin, the way he shivered at your touch, the soft breath he gained whenever he was being caressed by you; you missed it all, but three years passed and they took with them the glimmer of hope that there was for the two of you to be together –right?

“I'll disinfect and then cover your wounds, okay?”

Always so tender and delicate, you, even after three years, had not lost the kindness in your voice or the delicacy in your movements.

This time it was Osamu who let the silence speak for him; tilting his head a little, Osamu began to see you moving the box, your body, still wet, giving him memories of when long and passionate baths were taken together; your fragile figure, which trembled with the cold of the rainwater, made Osamu remember all the nights when he held you to warm you –of all those cold, dark January nights when you just tangled up in each other's arms, letting the sound of the rain be the only sound to speak between you.

He wanted to hold your hand that was so frantically looking for something in that box; he wanted to hold your body, make you stop shaking; Osamu wanted to give you some comfort and affection. However, there was something that prevented him from acting and he could not remember what it was. Were you be upset? Were you upset that he was drinking? If that were the case, Osamu would promise never to touch a bottle of alcohol again except for cooking; I mean, Osamu didn't even remember why he drank, he hated that taste. What had happened to him to drink? Was it because there was another argument with Atsumu? Or was it because something happened to you?

“Osamu!,” you snapped your fingers in front of the boy's face, forcing him to wake up from his thick cloud of confused thoughts.

Osamu stared at you in bewilderment, feeling tired all of a sudden, the alcohol now giving him back all the tiredness he felt three years ago; and he must have been pretty pathetic at that moment, because you smiled carefully, a smile Osamu knew you only wore when he was really amusing.

“What?”

“You look tired,” you shrugged, rubbing ointment onto Osamu's arms and chest carefully, trying to lessen the bruises, wanting him to get better as soon as possible.

At the icy touch of the balm, Osamu let out a small grunt, something that made you smile even more, squirming a little with the pain, feeling really pathetic at that moment.

“You look tired too,” Osamu said tiredly, his breath labored as he held back the little gasps of pain he wanted so badly to release. You pulled away from him, caressing your hands with what was left of the ointment, secretly feeling the smoothness of Osamu's skin once more. “You haven't called me!”

“We broke up, remember?”

You knew that Osamu was drunk, and you knew that he probably didn't remember half of the things that had happened, but even so, reminding him of what was going on between you could be quite painful for you; as such, your sweet, tender smile dissipated in a matter of seconds.

Trying to escape your own words, which hung so heavily in the air, you grabbed some bandages and started looking at Osamu, trying to see what you could do –and how you would do it.

“You're just a mess.”

Yes, Osamu now remembered what had really happened.

“It's how I feel without you.”

You remained silent.

As soon as Osamu left the bar, and after a little drunken fight at the door of the establishment, Osamu wondered why he was alone, in the middle of the street, in that special month for him and for you; I mean, it was in January that you guys started dating, so shouldn't he be with you? So why was he standing in the rain in the middle of the street? Osamu really couldn't remember what was going on, why he had been drinking, why he was alone. But now, with your words, with your attitude so distant, he realized that January was really a special month for them.

“Two years?”

“Three,” you corrected him when you started to take care of his face.

Supported on tiptoe, and holding Osamu by his neck, you carefully watched the face of that destroyed boy who was before you, trying to understand if you should cover the wounds or if you should continue to take care of them.

That’s right, three years. Because of him. Because he couldn’t wait for your sacrifice to bear fruit.

“Did you get the promotion?”

“Yes,” you didn't want to speak, you didn't want to remember. Although your voice remained serious and strong, your eyes started to get weak, gaining small, crystalline tears of longing and pain.

Osamu was also becoming vulnerable: the fatigue that commanded his body and the alcohol that dictated his words and behavior were betraying Osamu at that moment, for, without him even noticing it, Osamu wrapped his crippled arm around your waist, pulling you to him quickly as your tears finally decided to fall.

At Osamu's gesture, you stopped shivering with the cold, feeling his body, so hot at that moment, slowly warming you up; your eyes stopped the tears when the scent of alcohol invaded you –you didn't like the smell, you felt nauseous just thinking about it, but coming from Osamu, it brought a comfort you didn't know would be possible to find. And, enveloped in Osamu's drunken affection, you finally cried, releasing the pain you had accumulated for three years in the arms of the same person who had destroyed you.

Neither of you spoke again for the rest of the night.

Osamu remained sitting on the sink in that bathroom, hugging you with all the strength he could muster in that chaotic state of his, not wanting to let you go that time; and you let yourself be safe in Osamu's arms, finally receiving all the comfort you had been asking for exactly three years.

Because it was in the darkest and coldest nights of January that Osamu looked for you without ever having the courage to talk to you, to apologize to you. Because it was on the darkest and coldest nights of January that you remembered the heated argument you had with Osamu, remembering all the screams and the lack of support, remembering why you never spoke to him again.

But, as sure as you remember each other, when the night falls in January, the reality is that Osamu and you fall for each other.

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pinkanonwrites · 2 years

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Hello~ Thank you for running this event, it sounds so cute! May I request 💛💞💓🌼👁 for Miya Osamu please?

Yes, I'd be delighted! It feels like it's been a bit since I wrote anything for Osamu.

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

The way to anyone's heart is through their stomach, so if Osamu suddenly starts making you extra food, offering for you to be the first to try new recipes, buying you takeout or giving you extras on the house, it's because he's smitten for you. There's all his love and more rolled up in that extra riceball tucked in alongside your usual order.

💞 How do you win their heart?

By adding a sense of stability to his life. Slipping non-intrusively into his daily routine, becoming someone he feels safe to share his dreams and struggles with just through daily conversation, a sympathetic ear, and a hand on his shoulder. By offering to sit with him and go over delivery order forms or bringing him a hot cup of coffee on an early morning.

💓 How do they act when they realize they’re in love/have a crush?

Osamu is so good at hiding his feelings that nobody but Atsumu is able to really tell the difference. And it'd stay that way within his friend group of Atsumu was capable of keeping his big mouth shut. He keeps his feelings to himself for as long as he needs to figure out exactly what they are and if he wants to do anything about them.

🌼 How do they view their significant other? Are they the light in their life? Best friend? Savior, etc.?

His soulmate. There's no one on Earth he feels quite so perfect beside as you, no one who feels like they really get him and all his dreams and struggles and idiosyncrasies. Yeah, he has a twin, but even Atsumu doesn't understand what Osamu is going through all the time. But you, you really and truly get him in every aspect.

👁 What’s their favorite part of their s/o?

Your hips. He loves holding onto them when you sit on his lap, or tucking a hand into the crook of your hip whenever he has to inch past you in your small apartment kitchen. He loves how you feel beneath his callused hand, solid, soft, and warm.

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dokifluffs · 2 years

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New Life | Miya Osamu

Pairing: Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: a bit angsty, fluffyy, domestic

Author’s Note: I got a v strong urge to write this but only for osamu ahdhad

Warnings: fears of losing a child, childbirth, pregnancy

His hand, his skin was so cold to the touch but it was the only thing that was keeping you sane. It felt like your life was hanging, balancing on a single thread and nothing could stop you from shaking, not even Osamu.

Bright lights shined down from the ceiling, monitors hooked up to you beeping subtly in the background as you laid in the hospital bed having just given birth to your son, your stomach already seemingly significant smaller.

Osamu squeezed your hand, his own knuckles turning white as he gave you assuring looks and smiles but nothing could calm you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Miya,” your doctor had stepped in, closing the door behind him. “I’m terribly sorry to say that the baby didn’t make it.”

Your. Heart. Stopped.

“What? How?” Osamu stood from his seat, hand still holding onto you but everything went white, everything went numb. You could hear their voices but you couldn’t make out their words.

“No…” you broke down; it felt like someone had taken a part of you and ripped it out, stomping on it until there was nothing but dust left. “Take me… Take me instead, let him live,” you wept, your body weakening immensely, pleading for anyone, anything to hear you and grant you this. “Please.”

“Y/N,” Osamu turned to you, the doctor gone and all you could see was him. “Y/N, Y/N!” He took hold of your shoulders and arms, shaking you.

You woke with a sharp intake of air, your body jolting harshly in the bed.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Panic filled Osamu’s gray, tired eyes as he looked down to you, the lamp on his nightstand on behind him as he looked down to your crying face. “Did you have a nightmare?”

“A nightmare?” You asked yourself. The first thing you noticed as you looked down, your vision blurry from the tears that filled them, was your pregnant belly. This broke you even more.

“W-what happened?” Osamu was beyond confused but he gathered you must have had a nightmare, what about was the only question unanswered. “Shhh, don’t cry, honey,” his voice was deep from sleep as he moved closer, wrapping his arms around to hold you close, your bump in between but it wasn’t something he wasn’t used to.

He was pulled from his sleep hearing subtle whines from you, it made his heart jump wondering if it was finally time for your guys’ son to be born. What he was painfully met with was your crying self in your sleep, clearly distressed. You pulled and tugged on his pillow, mumbling in your sleep almost sounding like you were begging.

Your hands shook in his as he rubbed them, keeping them warm, using his feet to pull the blanket up to cover you. He had never seen you so torn like this, it hurt him to see you so sad. “What got you so stirred, baby?” He rubbed his hand up and down your arm as you rest your head on him, your eyes swelled and red, your lips trembled as you tried to speak, struggling not to cry just thinking about it.

“I… I had a nightmare that we… l-lost him, ‘Samu,” you whimpered, feeling so broken at thought, the nightmare the played in your head so vividly. “What if…”

“We didn’t, Y/N. Remember what the doctor said last time? She didn’t see anything wrong an-“

“But what if I did something and he’s gone,” you looked up to him, your eyes filled to the brim with worry and guilt when you did nothing, these heightened emotions overflowing. Your heart hurt so bad as it beat in your chest, it felt like your heart was literally breaking in your chest. The hypothetical possibility was small but it was still there and it terrified you to the bone.

Before Osamu could even respond, you felt a wet sensation pooling around your spot in the bed. He could see you visibly freeze before you moved the blanket off.

“My water broke.” It was like a sudden shift.

Osamu lifted you from your spot on the bed and carried you all the way down to the car, adrenaline pumping through him now that the moment he had been anticipating, the moment the two of you were anticipating, was finally here. The car doors automatically unlocked with the keys he grabbed on the way out. He set you in your passenger seat and strapped you in, sprinting around the front of the car to get to his side.

By the time you arrived at the hospital, nurses were ready after Osamu called as soon as the two of you were on the main road, out of the neighborhood to the empty roads with no one in sight. They carefully helped you into the seat before hurriedly bringing you in with Osamu following behind. You groaned, your tears never ceasing as they dripped off your chin.

“‘Samu!” You called back to him, turning back to look for him.

The moment he locked eyes with you, he could feel something similar to what felt like a jolt of electricity as you reached your hand back past the nurse wheeling you down the white halls.

“I’m right here,” he picked up the pace and kept up with the fast pace, his hand holding yours and followed right into the delivery room. Everything went by so fast, all he could do was stand close to the wall adjacent to your bed as they changed you into a gown, the nurses following their procedures that were ingrained in their muscles by now, not a single action or movement wasted before the doctors came in. Before he knew it and even you, she was guiding you to push.

“Give me a bit more, Miya-san, its head is almost out.” Your doctor’s voice was dominant and clear as she guided you through your pushes, both her and Osamu encouraging you.

“I- I- I can’t,” you huffed so tiredly, your body strength immensely weaker now after using so much to push, the pain made it feel like your body was on fire, sweat making your hair stick to your forehead and the side of it. “O..samu,” you whimpered, his hand gripping onto yours.

“I know, honey, I’m sorry but just a bit more okay? A bit more and they’ll be here and it’ll be over,” his calmly spoke every work clear in your ear, pressing his lips to the side of your head and hands. “You’re almost there,” he encouraged but even he could tell how drained you were. Your grip loosening with every single push you had to do, the tears cascading down your face as your body was going through a hellish pain he could only imagine.

“Give me a big push in 3-2-1, that’s it, hold it,” you held your breath and squeezed your eyes shut, pushing with everything you could, wanting it all to be over. Amidst of all the chaos and everything, your frantic mind couldn’t help but think of your nightmare a little more than an hour ago at this point. “Miya-san, you must keep pushing,” your doctor instructed, the body halfway out as fear was making you sick and further weakening you.

“Y/N, you can do this, they’re almost here.” Osamu could read you as clear as water. “It was just a dream, they’re going to make it, honey, you didn’t do anything to change this fact.” He pulled you from the darkness that clouded your eyes. It felt like your life was hanging on a thread, balancing over a fiery pit that seemed bottomless as huge, scorching flames soared up, burning you.

You put all the energy you had left into one final push, your hand shaking in Osamu’s, toes curled, knuckles going white. But the moment, the very moment you could hear the cries, you opened your eyes and you let everything go.

“Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Miya, it’s a baby boy,” your doctor’s eyes turning in to thin lines as she smiled. “Mr. Miya, the umbilical cord?”

She handed Osamu scissors as his hand slipped out of yours, his touch still lingering as he cut the cord to his newborn son before your doctor raised him for you to see. Nurses grabbed towels and wiped him somewhat clean before setting him down in your arms as he cried, his eyes still closed and hands balled into little fists.

This was it. Here he was. After approximately nine months, he was here. Someone you carried and whose life formed inside of you was now here in your arms. “He’s so beautiful, ‘Samu,” you sobbed, holding him securely in your shaky arms as Osamu sat on the edge of the bed beside you, his own tears gliding down his chin. You couldn’t form a coherent sentence as all the things you wanted to say jumbled together in your mine, overpowering one over the other.

“He is,” he pulled your head gently into his chest as he pressed kisses to your head. “You did it,” he smiled into your head before he leaned down, plucking tissues to wipe away your tears and fears.

Tonight was one of those moments that would never leave either of your guys’ memories, a night that could be remembered so vividly. It marked the start of a new chapter in your family, the start of a new life.

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sableeira · 3 months

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And Dazai is like: omg how did he figure it out?!?!?!?

#another entry in my series of stealing quotes from my favorite pieces of media #psa: Gansey is my fave raven boy but I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to redraw it so Mori kinda got the Gansey line u_u #also let your imagination run wild what happened during the mission and why they are getting scolded #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd fanart #soukoku #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #chuuya nakahara #bsd chuuya #bsd mori #mori ougai #my art #also still drawing panels for the au I was talking about a while back #someone pls take rimlights away from me this whole lighting set up doesn’t even make sense but I just need rimlights always

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lovedazai · 5 months

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WHEN YOU CAN’T FALL ASLEEP

ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, fyodor

p.s.! ₊˚. for all my sleepy girls (gn) we’re in this together

DAZAI ー dazai’s futon doesn’t allow you much space to move. you try to shift again, as delicately as you can with his body curled around yours. no matter how hard you tried to match your breathing to his, close your eyes, and relax, you just couldn’t seem to fall asleep tonight.

the last thing you want is to disturb him. dazai barely got enough rest, only sleeping through the night occasionally; he looks so pretty when he does, with his eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks, letting out soft, shallow breaths against your chest through his parted lips.

you sigh, squeezing your eyes shut and dropping your head back onto your pillow, when you hear a familiar whine, and your stomach drops.

he lifts his head, mumbling your name. his eyes are lidded, cheeks warm and imprinted by the wrinkles from your shirt. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you try to urge his head back down, rubbing his scalp in the way you know he loves. “i’m okay. go back to sleep, ‘samu.”

you tilt your head to the side, looking down at him. he folds his arms against your chest, looking up at you from beneath his lashes.

“you’re not a good liar,” he smiles. it’s small and sleepy, and you wish you had enough energy to kiss it off his face.

“i can’t sleep,” you sigh. “but you should. it’s still early, i think.”

you try to peek at the time on your phone as he leans up on his elbows, turning your face towards his. he kisses your forehead, trailing down until his lips press against the space between your eyebrows, then down to the bridge of your nose.

“how am i supposed to kiss you awake if you don’t fall asleep first?” he whispers, tracing his thumb beneath your eye. you kiss the side of his wrist, leaning into his hand.

he pulls himself up until your positions are swapped, with his head on the pillow, and your head on his chest. he rests his cheek against your hair as he drags his fingertips down the back of your neck, rubbing little circles between your shoulder blades.

he hums softly, a song you can’t quite place. even barely murmuring, you can hear the sweetness in his voice, like he simply couldn’t hold in his adoration for you.

the calm beat of his heart and the soft vibrations from his chest soothe your mind. all your thoughts slip away, only a faraway whisper of sweet dreams, my love and the soft press of lips against your forehead before you fall asleep.

CHUUYA ー you can hear chuuya’s quiet movements as he comes home from a late night mission, a mumbled curse slipping from his mouth when he’s a little too loud taking off his shoes. he cracks the bedroom door open, eyebrows raising when he sees you.

“you’re still awake?” he opens the door further. “you okay, baby?”

you nod into your comforter, watching blearily as he pulls his gloves off by each finger before he brushes your bangs away from your face.

“i’ll be right back,” he whispers, bending down to kiss your forehead. “don’t wait for me if you can help it, alright?”

you nod again, eyes falling shut as he kisses your forehead one more time. you hear the gentle thud of his dresser drawer closing, the sound of leather hitting the bathroom floor. you don’t know how much time has passed when you open your eyes again, looking up at him in a t-shirt and sweatpants.

“c’mon,” he squeezes your hand, sheets falling to your waist as he pulls you to sit up. “let’s go for a drive.”

the cool leather of chuuya’s car seat isn’t as comfortable as your bed, but you can already feel the heaviness in your chest start to dissipate as he drives.

you rest your head on the tinted window, looking out at the passing buildings. his hand rests against your thigh, and you lift it off, just enough for you to slide your fingers in between his own.

there aren’t many people out on the road this late, but he’s still careful, only sneaking glances at you from the corner of his eye. with the security and warmth that comes from chuuya’s presence next to you, and the gentle movement of the car, it doesn’t take long for your eyes to fall shut.

when he looks over and sees your face, completely relaxed, he exhales, sagging in relief against his headrest. he can’t get enough of you, bundled up in his passenger seat, holding his hand firmly, even in your sleep.

he’ll drive around a little longer, he decides, just to watch the way the lights wash over your pretty face, highlighting the curve of your cheekbones, the pretty pink of your lips.

at least it’d be no problem for him to carry you back to bed.

RANPO ー every night, ranpo curls on top of you with the lingering scent of freshly baked pastries clinging to his skin, and his messy hair tickling your jaw from how he nuzzles his face against your neck.

his body is always a comforting weight, but sleep evades you tonight. you stare up at the ceiling, gently drawing little shapes through his shirt with your finger.

“i know you’re awake.”

you jump when he whispers in your ear, heart rate spiking painfully in your chest. he lifts his head up; his eyes are open, bright green and staring at you. the tips of your noses brush from how close he is.

“your thoughts woke me up,” he answers before you can ask, poking your forehead. “they’re too loud.”

“sorry,” you sigh, wincing when he flicks your forehead.

“why are you apologizing?” he whispers, tilting his chin up to kiss the spot he flicked. “go to sleep.”

“i can’t,” you whine, childishness rivaling his own.

“that’s ‘cause you’re not trying hard enough,” he mumbles, pout evident in his voice. “your eyes aren’t even closed.”

he traces his finger down the bridge of your nose, then up again. he grazes your hairline as he travels across your forehead next, and your eyes grow heavy with each movement, slowly falling shut.

“ranpoー”

“shhh,” he smooths his thumb along your eyebrow, making his way back down your nose. “go to sleep.”

he keeps tracing your features, even after your eyes are all the way closed and your face is completely relaxed beneath his hand. he brushes his fingers across your cupid’s bow, tracing down to the plush of your bottom lip.

“there,” he whispers, leaving butterfly kisses along your jaw as he nuzzles back into you. “that’s better.”

FYODOR ー you’ve been teetering on the edge of sleep ever since you first laid down, hours ago. you’re sure it’s the early hours of the morning by now, and you sigh, stretching your arm to the other side of the bed. it’s cold, sheets still untouched.

it was rare fedya came to bed at night, no matter how much you wished he would. curling into his side always helped you rest easier. his presence is a calming one, maybe only to you.

you bundle up your blanket, holding it in place around your shoulders as you get out of bed. the ends trail along the hallway floor like a cloak as you tiptoe to his office. the steady sound of him typing comes to a stop as soon as you open the door, and he turns around in his chair, just enough to look at you.

“what are you doing up at this hour?” his eyebrows furrow, like the hypocrite he is.

“i don’t know,” you mumble around a yawn. “i just missed you.”

he swivels completely to face you, opening his arms. he makes no complaints about accommodating you as you sit on his lap, curling yourself around him, cheek falling to rest against his shoulder. you shift to look at his screens, monitor light seeming so much brighter to your tired eyes in the darkness of his office.

“don’t look at those,” he tilts your head further into his shoulder. “you’ll only keep yourself awake longer.”

you press your face into his neck, seeking out the soothing chill of his skin. you arch further into him when his fingertips sneak beneath your shirt, rubbing along the knobs of your spine. his typing is rhythmic, fingers gently pressing into your skin each time he pauses to think as you feel the rise and fall of his chest against your body.

he feels your breaths, deep and even against his shoulder, and spares a glance at you: asleep. he brushes a stray strand of hair behind your ear, lips curling up as you try to snuggle impossibly closer to him.

“rest well, my dear,” he pulls the edge of the blanket tighter around you. “i’ll be here when you wake up.”

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