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naofairy · 1 month

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(This is my first fic in English, let's go)

A game of tongues slowly faded into lingering pecks, while both he and Kiyoomi tried to catch their breaths. His boyfriend’s hand, previously wandering over his flushed skin and leaving traces of strong grips and occasional scratches, now stopped in the middle of his chest. Soft dark curls gently tickled his neck as Kiyoomi pressed three more kisses above his clavicle. Usually, Atsumu let himself melt under the familiarity and comfort of this touch, but tonight his mind seemed to find itself somewhere else.

“Did I hurt you?“ There was a minute change in Kiyoomi’s expression, a delicate furrow of his brow that could easily go unnoticed if you weren’t as familiar with it. Soft brown eyes briefly met with expectant onyx ones.

“Nah, ‘s not that,“ Atsumu answered quietly, averting his gaze, the certainty of his voice lost somewhere in the darkness of their bedroom.

“What is it then? You’re rarely this quiet.”

There was really no point in avoiding the conversation. He could never keep his mouth shut long enough and the only person other than his twin who could effectively persuade him into opening up about his feelings was lying here beside him with still warm sheets tangled around their legs.

“Been thinkin’ for some time now… ‘S probably a bit selfish to ask…” He curled himself into the warmth of the pale chest and released a shaky breath as if his emotions could flow right out with it. “I wanna stay here. With ya.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes searched Atsumu’s face, trying to determine the meaning behind his expression.

“What exactly do you mean by that? It’s not like I’m going anywhere anytime soon.” There was a time when Kiyoomi’s focused gaze would have felt heavy, but with years of their relationship, this sharp look, along with the present weight of his palm against Atsumu’s chest, was assuring enough.

“I know. ‘S just…” He followed the scattered moles on Kiyoomi’s chest with his fingertip. “With Shouyou goin’ back to Brazil, Kageyama movin’ to Italy, Ushijima to Poland… Shit, even Oikawa in Argentina. It’s like everyone’s leavin’ sooner or later.”

It was almost impossible not to think about it. With how many years they’ve all spent on the court it was an expected change. They went to the Olympics, of course they were valued internationally. And while Atsumu always aimed for the sky with his dreams, he began to show more appreciation towards the permanent things in life as he got older. Like the after-training car ride home in the passenger seat, when they would listen to the latest episodes of Kiyoomi’s favourite podcasts or staying after hours at Osamu’s shop to talk shit with his brother and steal some umeboshi onigiri for his boyfriend. It granted him comfort he was scared was too easy to lose.

“I like it here in Osaka. And I love playin’ for MSBY. I love our apartment. I love havin’ ‘Samu close. Don’t get me wrong, I’m aware they’re all these great opportunities to grow, I just… Kinda feel like I wanna grow right here.” He rarely got this self-conscious with Kiyoomi. They often joked and snickered and teased, but their line of communication always remained open. However, this was different. This was about their future and he knew Kiyoomi took it seriously. He wasn’t going to hold him back from pursuing his goals. If there was a call tomorrow and Kiyoomi would want to take that spot, Atsumu would let him, no questions asked.

But here they were now, Atsumu blissed out, cuddled to Kiyoomi’s warmth and with his heart fragile and open.

His lover’s gaze never strayed from his face.

“Okay,” Kiyoomi said and Atsumu could finally breathe again. “Then let’s stay here.”

“Wait, what?!” He sat up on the bed alarmed, the warmth of Kiyoomi’s body now replaced by the sudden increase in his own heart rate. “Yer not serious, are ya? I’m not askin’ ya to do that, though! Just sharin’ my thoughts.”

“Yes, I’m serious. I have nothing against staying here.” Kiyoomi’s expression was nothing but earnest.

“But ya don’t understand! It’s not whether ya have somethin’ against that or not. Ya have to think ‘bout yerself. Ya can’t give away yer future just ‘cause I said so.”

“I know that.” Kiyoomi sighed, slowly getting up. “But you also know how I feel about change. Do you think I’d be ecstatic to leave behind all of this for a place full of strangers in another country? I have enough social barriers as it is.” He took Atsumu’s hand in his and gave each of the knuckles a kiss. “Maybe I don’t tell you that enough but I like what we have. And it’s not as if I’m settling for less. We make a strong team. And there’s no one else I’d rather have as a setter.”

Atsumu took a second to look deep into his boyfriend’s eyes, seeing there was no trace of uncertainty.

“Okay, loverboy.” Kiyoomi scowled at the nickname, making Atsumu chuckle. He loved how the spiker was simple in his honesty, rarely leaving space for confusion. It made something in his chest grow warmer every time they let themselves get vulnerable. “But if one day there’s a call…” He nipped at the skin of Kiyoomi’s shoulder, his voice getting muffled by the soft skin. “And ya change your mind… Then I want us to revisit this conversation.”

“I won’t change my mind. But if there’s a call, then we’ll talk and we’ll make that decision together.” Kiyoomi grabbed him by the chin so he could leave a delicate kiss on Atsumu’s cheek. “ How does that sound?”

“I’d like that, making decisions together,” Atsumu whispered, a small smile appearing on his face. He wouldn’t ever admit it, but he was thankful for the reassurement. He looked into the onyx eyes, wondering how everyone could be blind to their expressiveness when they were so deeply filled with affection. “Ya know, yer the one I wanna lead my life with.”

“Is that your way of proposing?” A teasing smirk made its way onto Kiyoomi’s face.

“Oh my God, no!” Atsumu nearly yelled, his cheeks turning maroon. “Wait… Would ya actually say yes?” He wasn’t opposed to that thought. Not at all. But he felt that the right time and place were yet to come.

“You wouldn’t let me live if I answered that question right now.” Kiyoomi’s smile grew even wider as he stood up, leaving the sheet he used to cover his body forgotten on their bed.

“God, I love ya so fuckin’ much.” Atsumu chuckled.

“Well, you’re lucky that I love you too.” Kiyoomi left a quick peck on his lips. “Can we finally go shower?”

“Sure, Omi. I’ve kept you long enough.” With a big smile on his face, he joined his boyfriend behind the bathroom door.

Happy birthday, Kiyoomi

#haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #skts #sakuatsu fic #dividers by @/cafekitsune #haikyuu fic #ficlet #drabble #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya

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sktsnation · 1 year

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title: open secret summary: they're not really doing a good job of hiding it characters: atsumu, kiyoomi, msby words: 2,234

meian knows what's up.

he'd seen the glances. heard the whispers. witnessed the stolen moments when they think no one is looking. meian knows, but he respects sakusa and atsumu's decision to remain a secret if they're not yet ready to tell the team.

the secret becomes an open secret within a short period of time, which then becomes a burden too difficult to ignore, especially when every single person in the team is highly aware and conscious of the fact that their spiker and setter are, in fact, very much in love.

barnes is the first to know.

he finds out by chance when he steps into the gym, thinking he is the first one to arrive, only to find out that atsumu has already been practicing his hybrid serve for quite a while, if the dozen or so volleyballs scattered on court were any indication.

the taller man stands near the gym's entrance, poorly hidden behind open doors, rightfully captivated by atsumu's form and power when he serves a volleyball that cleaves through the air, landing perfectly on the boundary line.

while atsumu cools down, barnes decides that now is the right moment to show himself.

he moves to take a step but falters at the last minute when atsumu's phone rings, startling that blonde setter who rushes to pick up his device from the bench.

"omi-kun. what's up?" barnes overhears atsumu, eyes growing wide at the direction of their conversation. despite his challenges in living as a foreigner in japan, the lilt and tenderness in a person's voice when they speak on the phone with their loved ones remains universal.

"oh, that? you left it at my place."

"no, i most certainly did not steal it."

"fine, pick it up on your way here—hey, i washed it!"

"why are you asking me that? i gave you the key to my apartment for a reason, omi-kun."

"since you're there, can you grab me some chocolate?"

it's the gentle rise and fall in atsumu's voice, mixed with his kansai accent, that lights the proverbial light bulb over barnes’ head. sakusa is most definitely on the other line—as if there are other sakusas within the vicinity who atsumu interacts with—and he is at the receiving end of his tender tone which, frankly, sounds fucking endearing to barnes’ ears.

he follows the couple (or what he assumes are a couple) for the rest of the day, feeling zero guilt at the way his eyes would flicker over to them to see if they are, indeed, what they are. in his quest, barnes accidentally catches meian’s gaze, his captain’s eyes knowing and his brows raised in a silent question: found out huh?

barnes could only roll his eyes.

ii.

bokuto finds out second, and this time, it’s due to sheer dumb luck.

he’s on his way home, one more turn before arriving at the bus stop, when the sky dims and rain starts pouring. he realizes then and there that he had forgotten his umbrella in his locker. on a completely normal rainy day, he would have said fuck it and boarded the bus, but he had plans later that evening which includes meeting up with akaashi for dinner, and thus the umbrella is needed.

call it fate or destiny, but bokuto wouldn’t have witnessed the scene before him if not for his umbrella.

the first thing he notices while walking along the corridor is that the door to the locker room has been left open. there a

re sounds coming from within, which means someone is still inside, and judging from the voice, it’s most likely atsumu.

the blonde’s post-practice ritual is the longest among the team—which rivals even sakusa's own—which shouldn't strike anything odd with bokuto if not for the obvious fact that it’s been an hour or so since everyone has left.

bokuto is paces away from the door when he realizes that atsumu is not alone; he’s in a conversation with someone, voice too low to make out whom, and it’s due to pure curiosity that urges him to toe his sneakers off and slide quietly across the floor, just to peek through the small gap in the door.

bokuto bites his lips to keep the strangled scream from leaving his throat.

sakusa is dozing off by the bench while atsumu sits comfortably between his legs. he's struggling to keep himself awake; eyes unfocused and eyelids drooping. his arms are wrapped loosely around atsumu's waist whose mellow chatter continues to fill the air even after sakusa lays his forehead on his shoulders when the spiker finally surrenders to the sweet call of post-practice siesta.

"aww, omi~" atsumu croons, pausing to place a kiss on sakusa's cheeks. "wait just a bit more."

sakusa turns his head and hides his face against the crook on atsumu's neck. "i'm tired atsumu…"

pause. fucking pause. everyone (bokuto) needs to shut the fuck up because he (bokuto) is this close to screaming his head off.

sakusa had just whined. whined!

oh god, their silent player is a baby. their 193 cm opposite hitter is a cuddle bunny teddy bear with a heart made of clouds and rainbows.

bokuto could feel tears pooling at the corner of his eyes at the sight before him. he feels like a stalker, watching his two friends like this, but he literally has never seen them act this soft with anyone during practice, much less to each other!

talk about a gap moe.

(no he did not learn that term from akaashi's editor job.)

atsumu's humming now, mindful of the silence as sakusa falls asleep on his shoulder. sakusa's hand is cradled in one hand while the other one files his nails, caring for them in the same way he cares for his. bokuto slowly creeps away and scurries to the exit, forgetting his umbrella and braving the rain.

iii.

inunaki and tomas ties at third and it's not by choice.

no, it's definitely not by choice. it's never a choice when it comes to getting roped in the younger members' shenanigans. sakusa is the traitor in this case; the silent chaotic soul hiding behind a trio of loud chaotic souls.

like all good things, their day ends with alcohol.

hoping for a good time after practice, bokuto spearheads the idea which was instantly seconded by hinata and supported by atsumu. the final nail in inunaki's coffin comes in the form of sakusa nodding his head, bag already slung on his shoulder, as he tells the team the name of the bar they're going to.

it's over tomas' seventh bottle of heineken when sakusa places three bottles of smirnoff on the table and slips inside the booth, trapping atsumu between him and bokuto. their ace is halfway gone, regaling stories to hinata who's equally halfway gone, nodding at everything he says.

alcohol is not a problem; tomas' bloodstream swims in both caffeine and alcohol, creating a tolerance which the setter before him clearly lacks.

atsumu's already red in the face after his first bottle. asian flush—sakusa explains, which is a concept the foreigner still couldn't wrap his head around. atsumu's head is swaying from side to side, a soft toothy grin adorning his face. his eyes are unfocused, blinking lazily and darting everywhere, and tomas thinks: fuck asian flush, this kid's just bad with liquor.

he shares a look with inunaki, two pairs of wide eyes yelling 'are you seeing this?!' over the sight before them. atsumu pouting when sakusa pulls the bottle away from his hands, telling him the drink is not for him. atsumu whining as he shakes sakusa's shoulder for being mean to him, arguing he can drink another bottle. sakusa sighing and flicking atsumu's head for not knowing any better.

inunaki sees bokuto glance at them—deadass nonplussed—and it suddenly clicks in his head that bokuto knows what's happening.

what inunaki doesn't know is that bokuto knows more than him because right now, at this very moment, he sees sakusa tracing circles along atsumu's upper thigh from under the table. bokuto consciously ignores the way goosebumps rise on atsumu's arms, his eyes turning back to hinata, ignoring the couple shamelessly flirting next to him.

inunaki is floored. barnes and meian most definitely know; no one can stop two grown, married men from gossiping with each other, especially if it's about these children they're supposed to be looking after. looking back, barnes and the captain have been sharing a look since over a month ago, like they're watching the punchline of an inside joke unfold.

"omi~" atsumu purrs, his shoulder pressed against sakusa's. the spiker just rolls his eyes, but let's the setter hook his arm over his neck, pulling him closer until they're face to face.

tomas' hand stays frozen, hovering over his beer. bokuto chokes on his fries. inunaki is bouncing on his seat. hinata is gone, head on the table, snoring.

what the fuck? how did they miss this?

-i.

hinata is actually the first to know.

not meian.

not barnes.

him. he's the first to witness the intricate dance between sakusa and atsumu. the ribbing. the heckling. the half-hearted glares. the high-fives.

on one unassuming night, around 11:00 pm, he and atsumu meet by chance in the convenience store which is the midpoint of their apartments. atsumu's surfing between the aisles, picking up junk food and toiletries which he carries in his arms, when he bumps into hinata.

"—shit" he says when hinata accidentally topples the pile in atsumu's arms. before his volleyball reflexes could even shoot into action, sakusa's hand is already there to catch the bag of chips with his hand.

"shouyo-kun?" atsumu's jaw drops, surprise coloring his features.

"m-miya-san—" hinata mirrors his expression "sakusa-san!" his finger points to the taller man who just looks unamused by the whole exchange.

"hey." he greets hinata before turning to atsumu. "i told you to use a basket."

suddenly, hinata's presence becomes invisible as the two continue to exist within the same bubble. there's an exasperated slope to sakusa's eyebrows which matches atsumu's pout, which curiously disappears when the spikers flicks his forehead. the young spiker's eyes (who's learned to discern the most minutes details on the court) instantly picks up on two things.

first is the too-large black hoodie that seems to swallow atsumu's entire torso. it would have been irrelevant if not for the fact that hinata knows he's seen sakusa wear that in several casual occasions.

second is the hickey on his neck—and really, hinata doesn't need anything more than this to reach the conclusion.

"oh." he breathes, not realizing his teammates were in that kind of relationship. atsumu seems to realize where hinata's eyes are pointed at and consciously tries to turn away so his neck remains hidden from his sight.

"we'd appreciate it very well if you don't day anything yet to the team." it's sakusa who speaks up, which makes everything more surreal because the moment he opened his mouth, atsumu's face burns in an embarrassing shade of red like he'd just realized they've been caught together.

"uh, okay?" hinata's unsure why he's being sworn to secrecy right now, but he agrees nonetheless.

"thanks, hinata." sakusa gives him a small smile and pushes the basket towards atsumu again, silently asking him to drop everything inside. the setter obliges and rushes to the cashier with their purchases, leaving them behind.

"uh…?"

"he doesn't want anyone to know yet."

"but i know?"

"if there's a way for you to forget, i'd have done it. we'll tell the others in our own pace." which means the ball is in atsumu's court and it's his choice when to come clean with their relationship.

"okay… congrats i guess. if you look at your left, there's some cond—"

"good night hinata." sakusa turns away and follows atsumu to the cashier.

to be painfully honest, the secret turned open-secret turned shared-team-burden continues for a long while. it actually takes the young couple months of failed attempts at hiding, because at this point, every one knows and are just despairing for atsumu to tell them.

so when the fated day comes where atsumu is finally ready, he asks the team to stay behind after practice for a special announcement, and everyone just beams.

everyone gathers at the locker room as they wait for both the two to show. meian shoots barnes an ugly look, hands fisted in his pocket, begrudgingly holding a few thousand yens as payment for a bet they both set up between themselves. inunaki looks bored as hell, feet swinging over the bench, wishing to go home instead of waiting for something they've already known for months.

hinata and bokuto are chatting by the corner, arms gesturing wildly in the air over an interesting story. tomas is watching the door for either atsumu or sakusa to make an entrance.

because they are tired as hell.

hinata had to run away just to avoid seeing sakusa kiss atsumu.

inunaki had to restrain himself from eavesdropping when the two talk about what to eat for dinner or if atsumu should just cook for them instead.

so when atsumu enters the room with sakusa in tow, hands together and fingers intertwined, their only reaction is to cry because finally, finally, they can give them their congratulations.

#sakuatsu #sakuatsu fic #skts #kiyoomi sakusa #atsumu miya #sakusa x atsumu #sakusa #atsumu #msby #mine: fics

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kats-fic-recs · 7 months

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Miya Atsumu, Only Man Ever

“I can’t tell if this is extremely weird or extremely sweet.” Komori hums, “I think it’s maybe kind of both.”

“It’s not weird,” Kiyoomi says sternly, “Fans do this all the time.”

“Yeah but you’re not ‘fans’,” Komori tilts his head to the side as he watches him, “You’re Sakusa Kiyoomi. You were on the cover of volleyball monthly. Every time you see Miya in person you pretend to forget his name but now you’re wearing his merch”

OR when an old photo resurfaces with damning evidence of his infatuation with a certain setter, Kiyoomi makes a new ally, creates a series of misunderstandings, traumatizes half the team, and still somehow gets the guy.

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu!! fic recs #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fic recs #haikyuu #sakuatsu fic #hinata shouyou #kagehina #kageyama tobio #ao3 #fanfiction #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #fic rec

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omikvn · 5 months

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talk so pretty (but your heart got teeth)

And to hear his every thought hurts, in the way that a wild rose bouquet would be elegant to the eye, yet painful to the touch. Each thought of Hinata is a thorn that digs into Kiyoomi’s palms, in this profuse gathering of flowers and feelings that Kiyoomi has been holding so earnestly out for Atsumu.

Kiyoomi’s palms and heart bleed red—it’s a good thing that roses are already drenched in the same color.

A voice. A thought.

He’s beautiful, Atsumu is thinking now.

But not about me, murmurs Kiyoomi internally. Never about me.

—

or in other words, kiyoomi has been pining for a certain cocky setter for years — and he’s sure it will never progress beyond that. because, you see, kiyoomi is able to hear his soulmate’s thoughts through his soulmate connection.

that’s how he knows that miya atsumu doesn’t feel the same way.

read on ao3

➵ my piece for @hqbb 2023!! thank you to @amoriemiya for betaing, & to @lockandk3yfiction for their lovely art! it has been such a treasure, + i'm delighted to bring this story to life for you all ♡

#sakuatsu #skts #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #hqbb2023 #honeijirou #.orig #haikyuu!!#hq!!#hq fanfic #sakuatsu fic #sakuatsu fanfic

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strsfjkk · 18 days

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Hi guys! I was trying to find a sakuatsu fic that i read some years ago, but i just DON'T KNOW THE NAME, someone help please...

All I remember is that i originally read it on Twitter in Portuguese, but I asked someone who read it too (she didn't remember the name either), and she told me she read it on ao3. I don't know if one was an adaptation of the other or just a translation, but I think it could be relevant?

Sakusa has mysophobia. He always wore gloves, since his hands were dry because of the constant use of chemicals. He is ashamed of them and hides them, while Atsumu has no idea about it.

Atsumu slowly tries to gain Sakusa's trust, and it's really cute to see. Eventually Sakusa tells about his hands, and Atsumu is really cute about it.

In the end they date, but at least in the Twitter version, it was a very long road until that. It's a very cute and sad story at the same time.

That's really all I know, please if anyone knows or find it, tell me

#sakuatsu #haikyuu #haikyu #haikyuu fanfiction #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #atsumu miya #kiyoomi sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #hq atsumu #sakuatsu fic

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polafairy · 2 years

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SAKUATSU (and other rarepair ships) FIC MASTERLIST!

saw someone do this and i just had to give my 2 cents because i have way too much love for these! some of these recs are no stranger to sexual intimacy for a heads up! One thing guaranteed is that all of these are completed, and HEA despite the angst that may come through :)

SAKUATSU

1. smoke and mirrors

ohmygod. i read this in the plane to new york and MY was i seated reading this whole thing. this sneaky little fic gave me all the domesticity & fluff my heart couldn't handle but alas, as most fake relationship aus do, it also fucking broke me BUT picked the pieces back up very nicely. 10/10.

(msby jackals, r-rated, CUTE)

2. the affective presence of our black and white reruns

lord have merthy. literally pining at its best!! they are both idiots and bad at feelings but good at.. very good at /it/. also you should keep in mind that this fic is inspired by paramore's all i wanted was you and let me tell you nothing bad ever comes out of being inspired by paramore. ever. skts from u-18 camp up until msby jackals.

3. bound

AHHHHH. LITERALLY the crème de la crème of slow burn. Actors au? Check. Killer banter? Check. Gratifying cast of characters? CHECK. ao3 user internetpistol is VITAL to the sakuatsu fanfiction circle, all her works are must-reads! very r-rated. as in this is equal amounts porn and feelings.

4. hand study

THIS IS CRACK. If you need to believe in love again this is literally all you need. It also breaks you for extra measure on the realness. This is also Atsumu with hand fetish reserved only for Kiyoomi but accidently injures it during practice so now he decides to take care of Kiyoomi in his apartment where they do sexy domestic couple shit and slowly fall in love and fuck it up but resolve it again. The perfect ingredients list as u can tell.

(MSBY jackals, fluff, r-rated)

5. play among the stars

I usually take a hard pass on sci-fi material BUT HELLO??? SEXY BODYGUARD KIYOOMI AND SEXY CRIMINAL ATSUMU STUCK ON THE MOON FOR 2 MONTHS?? What insane person would pass on that. Also very easy to pick up on despite its content surrounding on space. r-rated.

6. again, until it's perfect

this is utter perfection. I have so much love for skts stupidity and top tier banter and this is just all of that but also gives satisfaction to the heart.

(easy one-sitting read, msby teammates skts, fluff)

7. three sheets to the wind

this is literature. like miss ao3 user fairycake can write romeo and juliet but shakespear will never be able to write three sheets to the wind by ao3 user fairycake. lil bit r-rated

(pirate au, heaven sent, witty as hell, impressive humor)

RAREPAIRS

1. persephone by batman

kageyama/tsukishima. arranged marriage. strangers to lovers. lyrical writing it almost ALMOST puts t swift to shame. feelings dripped in gold.

2. venus planet of love by fatal

kageyama/kunimi. again with the lyrical writing this is literally the integration of love and poetry.

3. hunger by iphido

akaashi/osamu. even more beautiful writing. 2 souls trying to pick up the pieces of their hearts together i love them.

4. questionnaire by iphido

kageyama/oikawa. poetry through an interview and it's very short but just very sweet.

5. the contest between by batman

akaashi/osamu. this fic has my soul in shambles. it has so much care, research, and love for food and feelings. the chef miya osamu (side dilf) agenda is also just excellently done. yearning seeps through every word and i just love this so much please give it a chance.

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moonycoco-fic-recs · 6 months

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The storm behind your smile

Summary: It was no secret that Osamu had more friends than Atsumu. It was natural, Osamu was nicer than his brother. Osamu was the calm, intelligent, pleasant twin. Atsumu was the arrogant, loud, and unbearable twin, easy like that. Atsumu was also the insecure twin, the one who overthought things, the one who listened to everything the others said and kept quiet about what he wanted to say. And, of course, Osamu was the clueless twin. Atsumu was drowning. Every day battling against his mother, his brother, the team and the school. He was neck-deep in water, and the smallest wave could end his attempts to stay afloat. Lucky for Atsumu, Kyoomi felt like a breath of fresh air.

Author: Honeysunny_16

Ship: Sakusa Kiyoomi/Miya Atsumu

Side Pairing: Miya Osamu/ Suna Rintarou

Tags/Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Child Neglect, Bullying, Depression, Domestic Violence

Length: 69.6k

Status: Completed

Ratings: General Audiences

Site: Ao3

TW: SUICIDE ATTEMPT

PS: LINK IN COMMENT SECTION

#fic rec #fic recommendation #haikyuu #haikyuu fic #haikyuu!!#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuats fic rec #sakuatsu angst #sakuatsu fic #Miya Atsumu needs a hug #inarizaki #itachiyama #miya osamu #suna rintarō #sunaosa #miya angst

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caerozades · 20 days

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It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything that’s not school-related, and I miss it, so here’s a draft of a sakuatsu fanfic I’m working on

#sakuatsu #sakuatsu fic #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumumiya #haikyuu fanfiction #fanfic #rough draft

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mooncentric · 4 months

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an open mouth (sakuatsu, 7,3k)

Atsumu wants to pull management aside and tell them that he didn’t sign up for this. He didn’t sign up for Sakusa Kiyoomi and the erotic fanfiction his brother and friends hysterically text him. He wants to be a star.

tentative atsumu character study, in the form of idol au and shoving him and kiyoomi into pseudo-seventeen

#i am still unsure of how to share fic on tumblr but here’s my babygirl #my own #sakuatsu #haikyuu #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu fic #sakuatsu fic

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dreamystrawberryflower · 4 months

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Wilting away // sakuatsu fic on ao3

Summary:

"Said you'd never hurt me, but here we are

Oh, you swore on every star

How could you be so reckless with my heart?"

- Reckless by Madison Beer

#sakuatsu #sakuatsu fic #miya atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #sakuatsu fanfiction #angst #sakuatsu angst #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction

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miyasstan · 5 months

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Sakusa (touch me and you'll die) kiyoomi actually likes cuddling and Miya (physical touch is in my DNA) atsumu always turns into a flustered mess. His heartbeat would go erratic because the way Omi randomly but fondly snuggles with him and caresses his hair will always leave him breathless.

(soft omi and shy tsumu has my heart <3)

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przeuszczski · 20 days

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A collection of the cyberpunk SakuAtsus I’ve drawn in the last year.

Posting to remind myself to actually finish the current chapter.

#sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #haikyuu #haikyuu au #grim knight #Ann draws #sakuatsu fic

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kats-fic-recs · 5 months

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till trash do us part

Atsumu de-seeds everything from watermelons to tomatoes for Kiyoomi — carefully, painstakingly, with the very tip of a teaspoon, or, whenever that won’t quite do the trick, with a toothpick — and the fact that Kiyoomi doesn’t actually need him to is his best-kept secret to date.

Or, Sakusa Kiyoomi vs. a public trash can, one memory at a time.

#miya atsumu #sakusa x atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #atsumu miya #kiyoomi sakusa #sakuatsu #fanfiction #ao3 #hq #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#sakuatsu fic #haikyuu fic #hq fic #hq fic recs #hq fic rec #haikyuu fic rec

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unscheduledfics · 9 months

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Sakuatsu drabble - Foxtsumu

sfw, fox hybrid atsumu, pre-relationship fluff 940w no warnings

Atsumu is outwardly loud and cocky but that's really just on a shallow level. When it comes down to it he's a bit skittish and shy, and slow to trust. The real loudness comes once he's comfortable with someone, but that takes a while.

When he joins MSBY he struggles to connect with his new teammates, especially since he's the only hybrid on the team. It's not very common to see hybrids in professional sport, because they're usually quite sensitive and their tails tend to get in the way.

In high school Atsumu always had Osamu by his side and they took on everything together, but now he feels isolated and alone. His cockiness is born from a 'fake it til you make it'-attitude, and eventually he becomes comfortable enough with his new team members to ease up around them and be more like himself - a bit of an asshole with a heart of gold, and someone who loves loudly and freely.

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Enter Sakusa Kiyoomi, who changes everything.

Suddenly, the members of MSBY get to see Atsumu being shy and bashful. He's his usual self when Kiyoomi isn't around, but as soon as the newest member enters the gym Atsumu's ears perk up and his tail starts flicking back and forth.

He never speaks to Kiyoomi outside of normal pleasantries and call outs on the court. He stares, though, and tries to pretend he doesn't by hiding his face behind his tail. When Kiyoomi shows up wearing compression gear for the first time, Atsumu is beet red during the entire practice and his tail won't stop swishing up to cover his blushing face.

All of MSBY (aside from the fox himself and Kiyoomi, who are not privy to the discussion) agree that Atsumu is being so stupidly obvious and yet seeming so oblivious as to how hard he's crushing. His ears constantly swivel to face Kiyoomi, wherever he might be in the gym. He hides behind his bushy tail, his wide eyes the only thing peeking up over the soft fur, and watches Kiyoomi do spike drills. He avoids speaking directly to Kiyoomi whenever possible, always sticking close to the other team members and fleeing whenever he's alone with the spiker.

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And then one day their usual team bus breaks down and they have to travel on a much smaller one. The lack of space requires everyone to have a seat mate and Atsumu almost panics when he realises that the team has conspired to have him end up next to Kiyoomi. The trip is long and there's no other place for him to sit, and so he proceeds to hug his tail and hide his blushing cheeks in the fur to avoid making a fool of himself by speaking to the object of his affections.

About an hour into the journey Atsumu feels a light touch to his shoulder and startles, turning to face Kiyoomi with most of his face still buried in his tail.

"Hey," Kiyoomi says, his eyes soft above his mask. "You seem really nervous, are you okay?"

Atsumu doesn't dare speak so he just gives a jittery nod, averting his eyes and biting his lip behind the cover of his tail.

Kiyoomi is quiet for a moment, but then he says something that makes Atsumu's heart do a somersault. "Would you like me to scratch your ears?"

"What?" Atsumu squeaks, head swivelling back towards Kiyoomi as his heart threatens to beat out of his chest.

Suddenly it's Kiyoomi's turn to blush and avert his eyes, clearing his throat before speaking again. "I'm sorry, that was... I'm sorry if that was too forward. It's just that, well, I don't have a lot of experience with hybrids so I did some research, and most sources agree that scratching behind the ears is comforting and calming..."

Kiyoomi trails off, staring out of the window, and Atsumu's just gaping at him.

Kiyoomi did research for Atsumu? He looked up how to make hybrids feel comfortable and at ease, and he's offering to...

"I'd like that," Atsumu blurts out before he can stop himself, immediately blushing harder and sinking back into his tail when Kiyoomi's head whips back around to face him, eyes wide. "If... if yer offerin', I mean."

Kiyoomi's eyes light up and Atsumu falls a little more, subconsciously leaning forward as Kiyoomi raises his hand towards his twitching ears.

"Be careful with 'em," he mumbles into his tail, eyes already half shut in relaxation when he feels Kiyoomi's hand gently settle on the top of his head.

"Of course," Kiyoomi says, barely above a whisper as he starts moving his fingers, his short nails softly scratching Atsumu's scalp right where his ears connect.

Atsumu can't help it - he immediately starts purring. Kiyoomi's hand is warm and his touch is careful and deliberate, gently scratching at the absolute best spot even without Atsumu guiding him. It's pure bliss.

"Are you... purring?"

Kiyoomi's voice is a mix between soft, curious, and amused. Atsumu would usually be embarrassed but he's way too blissed out to care, so he just hums affirmatively as his eyes slip shut, his tail falling into his lap as his arms relax.

Kiyoomi chuckles softly beside him, and the sound makes Atsumu's chest feel warm. He leans further into Kiyoomi's touch, and startles slightly when he feels his head land on his teammate's shoulder.

"Oh, 'm sorry-"

Kiyoomi's grip on his head tightens almost imperceptibly, keeping him in place. "It's okay, stay here."

A warm thrill runs through Atsumu's body and he purrs louder, nuzzling into Kiyoomi's shoulder and letting the soft touches lull him to sleep.

#sakuatsu #drabble #haikyuu drabbles #sakuatsu fic #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #skts #zina writes #zina writes sfw

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