#suna rintarou my beloved

[mayariviolet]

From The Start

Synopsis: "Saying he was a close friend would be insufficient. Admitting you only liked him platonically when Yachi asked, felt like a misnomer." - Your friend Tanaka gets himself into a shitty situation, leaving you to have a close encounter with an old friend for help and hope that it won't open any new wounds.

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cw: (Suggestive themes but NO smut) F! Reader, Suna Rintarou, Suna Rintarou x Reader, minor or background relationships, NO USE OF Y/N BC I HATE IT, college au, time-skip, mental health issues, friends to lovers but like rlly fast, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, one-shot, drug use, implied drug addiction, second pov, multiple pov, basically a lot of references to drugs (don't clock me I'm writing from experience), lots of emotional turmoil, idk what else!

a/n: I originally wrote this in 2021 when I was trying to sort out some complicated feelings with this guy I was dating. I returned to this draft recently and added more context to the point where it's indistinguishable from my original. A lot of this is based on my own experiences but muted, especially at the end (iykyk). Also, enjoy the playlist I made! (if there's an opportunity for me to make one, I will do it). It's also on Ao3.

words: 8.7k (I have a problem)

*Ding* 

Ryūnosuke Tanaka (t money): You're gonna be fineeeee. He's like a really chill guy now B)

You: Sure, but like... I've never gone alone before :(

*Ding* 

Hitoka Yachi <3 Emphasized a text. 

Hitoka Yachi <3: It's going to be okay! If I could do it, so could you <3 <3 <3 But no pressure if you can't do it. Just come by my apartment around 7 p.m. for pre-drinks, but the party starts at 10 p.m.

*Ding Ding* 

Yu Nishinoya (Captain Underpants): You got this! See if you can get a discount ;)

You Laughed at a message.

Yu Nishinoya (Captain Underpants): I love the fact that he rolls them in front of whoever is buying.

T-Money Liked a message.

You: waaaa...okay, thanks, guys. I should be there in 30 min?

*Ding Ding* 

Captain Underpants Liked a message.

Hitoka Yachi <3 Loved a message 

T-Money Liked a message.

Knock Knock

Shoving the phone into your back pocket, you shift your weight back and forth. A lonely dance with no accompaniment at his front door atop the grimy green carpet."It's supposed to be a quick in and out."  You think, "You have nothing to worry about; just r e l a x." 

If Ryūnosuke weren't currently dealing with explosive diarrhea, he would be picking up with you. You don't even want to smoke before Yachi's iconic end-of-the-semester party so you can remember it this year. You had a bad habit of blacking out since going out was a rare occasion. But here you are in front of Suna Rintarou's room, feeling like you are about to explode.

All because Tanaka decided only to drink bubble tea for breakfast and eat nothing else to get belligerent at the party because he "didn't want to pay more for drinks" despite Yachi always having spare liquor for him and Nishinoya specifically. You swear, they would've learned their lesson after three almost four years.

Knock Knock 

"Uhm... hello?"

The palms of your hands are sopping with sweat. So much so that you keep rubbing them along the hem of your pants. Hoping your anxiety will seep into your clothes and evenly distribute them throughout your body. Gingerly raising a fist, you're about to knock again before the sounds of shuffling and soft footsteps toward the door interrupt you.

Suna opens the door halfway, giving you a quick up-and-down glance. His eyes lingered on your half-buttoned, see-through white top, settling on your black, lacy bralette before making eye contact with you again. The dark hair you're familiar with is dishevelled but not ugly. He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame before saying hello.

"Where's Baldy?"

"He's dealing with a... stomach issue," You reply with a tight-lipped smile. "So I'm picking up for Yachi's party tonight. Oh! and here." You pull a $20 from your bra and hand it to him. Crossing your arms to cover the provocative outfit hand-picked by Yachi. 

"For the pre-rolls." He hums non-committally and grabs the cash, stuffing it in his pocket before stepping aside to let you in.

Entering his dorm, it's illuminated only by warm lighting. A steel desk lamp and warm white LED strip lights are placed elegantly behind the headboard and desk. His room is plastered with tasteful posters from vintage skateboard magazines, vinyl and movie posters, save for one fake succulent and a digital alarm clock for decoration beside his nightstand.

An earthy candle scent greets you, which does minimal to cover the offensive smell of weed emulating from the rest of the room. It's so nauseating that you can't help but contort your face. Suna, on the other hand, remains as stoic as you remembered.

"Can you close the door? You're gonna stink up the hall." He returns to his seat and unpauses the soft rnb music coming from his laptop before grinding the flower.

"Sorry," you whisper and hastily but carefully close the door. "So, how have you been?"

Suna furrows his brows, slumping further into his chair, wiping the remaining overflow of flower from the grinder into a small tin can. 

"Coping." He gives an exasperated sigh, "You?"

"Living the dream." There is a pause, and you hover awkwardly between the door and his bed. Wobbling like a starved carnival performer with Suna as the sole unimpressed audience member.

"You can sit wherever." He motions vaguely to his bed, never looking at you when he does.

Having met Suna during orientation week, you two hit it off instantly, rarely arguing. His ability to effortlessly charm a room was so endearing. Perhaps he felt the same way. It was a little awkward whenever you two were alone. He became quieter, but not in an 'I have a superiority complex' way, just a comfortable shyness. At least that's what you thought.

First, it was annoying, considering you liked his bravado, and it was a shame that he didn't actually seem like that. Over time, he initiated more conversations. Whatever words he chose to say had an actual meaning, which was more than most people could say. It was something that you grew to accept and admire even.

You two were inseparable. However, you grew distant over the years. You were only keeping in touch via liking each other's posts on social media. It's a fake sense of closeness, really, since liking a post here and there isn't indicative of camaraderie—a thought you reiterated over and over like a heretics' mantra. 

Despite that, you found yourself praying that whatever he posted next wouldn't be an 'anniversary post.' Although that shouldn't even be a problem, at least one that you should be concerned with. Considering you weren't in his life anymore. Luckily, he only uploaded skateboarding tricks that he pulled off, and Atsumu fails.

Was this healthy? No. Was your form of pre-workout analyzing the tagged photos of him with other girls yielding progress? Absolutely. Again, you're thankful that these posts were not on his profile and always featured a disinterested Suna with hands just hovering over their shoulders. But that also could mean nothing.

Unsurprisingly, the pre-med program you tortured yourself with did not precisely align with his computer science program and intense volleyball schedule. Now that the first half of your fourth year is closing, Yachi invited everyone from the 'first-year farewell' party as a 'happy reunion.' Hooray.

That was the last time you saw Suna at a party and interacted amicably (from what you could remember) in the most liberal use of the word. Now, all Suna could muster were halfway smiles when the universe decided to let your paths cross on campus and, occasionally, the city. He occasionally appeared at other functions but never for more than an hour, accrediting it 'being busy.' Mutual friends give a constant reminder of 'just missed him!' whenever you ask if he was there. Eventually, you gave up hope of ever seeing him again.

"So, uhm, did you get Yachi's invite?" You ask, making your way to the neat bed, feeling slightly emboldened. The heels you're wearing carefully navigate the surprisingly clean floor so as not to step on anything important you couldn't see. Perhaps asking him in person could evoke a desired outcome. Highly doubtful, though. 

"Yep. I don't know if I'll go, though." He stretches his back, giving a slight shrug.

"Ah... busy, I'm assuming?"

"You know me."

"Of course," you try to reply in a matter-of-fact tone, but it does very little to hide your disappointment in his response. Why did you even bother again? Even though Suna hasn't turned around since you entered the room, he can feel your mood damping from his response.

"We'll see." He stretches his back, puffing out his chest slightly. "Depends on if any cool people are going." He gives you a quick sideways glance and flashes a smirk, scratching the back of his head. The blush on your face creeping up from the depths of your desire. Hopefully, Suna doesn't notice. You couldn't handle getting interrogated about why. Although he would say he's teasing, you know Suna would hold it over your head. Flashes of your last interactions have you blinking back into reality, shoving any unwarranted thoughts back into the recesses of your mind.

"You look nice, though," he says so quietly it's almost a mumble.

"Thank you, Suna," you reply dryly, attempting to be nonchalant. "That means a lot."

His long dark hair framed his face, concentrated as he tried to finish packing every gram he could fit into the grinder. Your first impression of Suna was he looked so cool and hot. The second impression was his dry and well-timed wit. Though his tone sometimes bordered on apathy. Regardless, he's funny without even trying. Suna was the kind of annoying hot person who adamantly denied that whatever higher powers that be blessed him with a symmetrical face and clear skin. An unrequited physical attraction, at best that should never be acted upon. It's like a celebrity crush. Despite everything, you want him to be happy.

"How's practice going?" you ask.

"Good, actually. I've been spending more time planning drills. Being co-captain is harder than I thought. At least with Tsukishima, I have someone that I could work well with."

"That's good," You hum, with no particular conviction, before making yourself comfortable on his bed. "I'm glad things are going well." He nods.

It was much neater than when you last spoke. Looking around at the neatly placed posters contrasted by the neat pile of volleyball equipment next to the dresser, you appreciate the difference. It looked like Suna had just gotten out of practice not too long ago.

"Don't mind the mess; I've been trying to do extra warmups and cool-downs for the team. Also, trying to plan practice after the break is gruesome. " Suna calls out your name without turning around. "So, is there anything else you're looking for? Molly? Adderall? Coke?"

"Uhm-" Your body tenses and shifts forward on the bed. 

"I'm joking; relax." he tries to chuckle, but it comes out slightly disingenuous. Nervous almost. "I only deal weed and its variants."

You let out an audible sigh of relief, crumbling forward. For a brief moment, you swear Suna smirked, but his stoicism quickly returned. Someone who didn't know Suna would think he was being off-putting. They couldn't understand the pleasure of his flirtatious teasing. Fuck him for still making you flustered.

"I only have hybrids right now," He rummages around his box, looking for a small, unassuming paper bag for the blunts he has yet to roll for you, "but it's sativa leaning. Is that okay? I also only have half a gram left... My bad, I need to restock. Sugawara drained my supply."

"That's fine," you reply. You play with the sheets in between your fingers to calm your nerves. "Do what you need to do."

You haven't been alone with him in so long. Something changed over the years, and Suna went from being mainly sober to an absolute pothead turned part-time dealer. His clientele was thankfully reduced to inner circle people—some of whom you shared. Yachi, Nishinoya and Ryūnosuke, to name a few. However, there was minimal overlap. Any updates about his life reached you through social media or hearsay from his buyers.

Gone were the late-night study sessions and early-morning coffee runs. He would happily help you with each mundane task, and you did the same. Helping each other became second nature. Beyond being enamoured by his looks, this is what you admired most about him. You envied his ability to have fun and help without being too condescending. 

Even doing nothing together felt like it meant everything. Until the distance between you two felt too vast. When you two were squished together on the comically small loveseat during group study sessions, his body warmed next to yours. However, his eyes became colder as he looked out into the distance. Rintarou- no, Suna was slipping out of your life.

Saying he was a close friend would be insufficient. Admitting you only liked him platonically when Yachi asked, felt like a misnomer.

***

First Year: Second Semester

Rintarou : ) : I'm busy that day. How about Thursday?

You: I have a 'preparing for your practicum' workshop. What about next week? 

Rintarou :) : Can't. Volleyball practice. I'm doing a hackathon, too.

Rintarou :) : Tsukishima is trying to show the team something. Buddy thinks just because he blocked Ushijima once, he can lead drills.

You Laughed at a message.

You: Don't kill me. It sounds like you've been hanging out with the Canadian recruits lately.

Rintarou :) : They're teaching me slang. Helps me when I'm 'chirping' the other team.

You Disliked a message.

Rintarou :) : Also, do you have an extra pencil case?

You: Yeah I do.

You: Okay. Let's play it by ear. ^

You: Just text me your schedule :)

Rintarou :) Loved your message.

Rintarou :) : Of course. Wanna call and study tonight?

You: Of course.

You: Actually, come by my room instead. :3

Rintarou :) : You want me so bad, huh? ;)

You: Stop this.

You: (.-.)

You: Just come and get this fucking box, loser.

Rintarou :) : Which box? ;) :)

You: I'll loosen the wheels on your skateboard when you least expect it.

Rintarou :) : Nooo

Rintarou :) :  I'll be there soon. I work better with you anyway.

You: mhm. 

You: Keep flattering me. I need it.

Closing the iMessage tab, you shift your attention to finishing the lab report for Intro to Chemistry. Resisting the urge to reread your messages because if you do, you'll explode. Rarely did shameless flirting make you this giddy. But coming from a friend was fine or felt fine? Morally acceptable? There was a persistent dull ache as you remembered that Rintarou would never see you as more than a friend. Annoyed at the influx of additional comments on your edits from inept group members, you turn on Do Not Disturb. Rintarou came to your room fifteen minutes later with your exact iced matcha order (how he got it perfect when you never told him was a mystery) and plenty of volleyball practice drama to vent about.

Apparently, Tsukishima was very annoyed about being benched for the next couple of games—something about a sprained finger. Tsukishima's misfortune benefited Rintarou as he got more game time now. Your updates included several shitty dates that went nowhere. When Rintarou asked for their social media handles, he laughed roaringly before making scarily accurate observations based on their looks.

Hands shaky from laughing so hard, you begged him to stop, but he refused. His deadpan delivery never failed to bring about your smile. Of course, Rintarou was only chatty for a short period before slipping into the familiar, mutual comfort of doing your own thing but together.

"Not to get sentimental, but I'm glad we're friends." You smile at him, cutting the silence before laying your head on his shoulder.

A pause.

"Friends?" He asks, voice shaking slightly.

"Of course? I hope that we can be friends for a long time."

"I want that too."

He hums and stirs in his position to make you more comfortable before resting his head atop yours. Not looking at him, you could sense a smile creeping across his usual melancholy disposition. The next several hours were dedicated to working on various assignments. Rintarou sits on your bed, leaning against the wall while you move to lay your head on his thighs. Despite you offering your desk space, he wanted to sit next to you.

You are clacking away at your keyboard while he reviews his notes. His woody cologne added an extra layer of reassurance. You're prone to overthinking, and being with him gave you a happy radio silence.

Peace. It's all you could ever ask from a friend. The comfortable quiet is only interrupted by distant screaming from frat parties and Rintarou asking if you want a smoke break (a good stress relief, he says). But you politely decline each time. Suggesting that you two smoke another time when you're less busy. "Okay, another time. Promise?" He would ask, and you hummed in agreement.

After asking, Rintarou would be erratically checking his phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. That man is glued to his phone. It could be a third arm.

However, the smiling at someone's texts. That was new. You tried not to let your mind wander. Shoving down the image of Rintarou flirting with some girl. It's almost enough to let a string of bile rise from your stomach. Did he react the same way to seeing you?

"Ugh!" you groan, sitting up from Rintarou's legs and stretching. The cropped crewneck sweater you thrifted pulls up, exposing your bra. Rintarou looks the other way, tugging the bottom of the sweater and pointing to the window you're facing.

You scramble to become presentable, and he laughs at your flushed disposition, "Shut up."

"What's wrong? Are you getting a headache? You were working so hard until ten minutes ago," he asks, putting his notes aside. "You've been staring at a blank screen ever since."

You let out an exasperated sigh and fiddle with the hem of your leggings, "I'm just frustrated. I'm just trying to help with this lab report. But all of my edits don't get resolved, and people keep saying I'm too anal. Why would they want to settle for mediocrity? Plus, my participation is contingent on successful group work."

Rintarou listens to you ramble for however many minutes, and you eventually find yourself back in his lap. The soft caress of his hand across your head easing your worries. Times like these make it hard to remember that he is not your boyfriend.

"It must be hard being ambitious," he murmurs, "but I believe in you. You're putting in the effort."

"So are you," you hum, turning your head to look up at his face, admiring his strong and lean build, letting your hand grasp his bicep. "Aren't you a contender for being on the starting lineup now? So close to becoming captain!" His gaze softens at your touch, and he smiles at you. He couldn't quite properly describe how you made him feel. Rintarou thought no string of words could ever describe the overflowing emotions you evoked.

"It's nothing major," he says dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Thank you."

"I'm always cheering you on. No matter what."

An emergency team meeting scheduled early the next morning cuts your 'study session' even though you and Rintarou were procrastinating, tangled bodies. Platonically. You are still lying on his lap as he soothingly and methodically moves the hair away from your forehead. Fingers are slightly calloused and taped. The headache from studying for hours, acting like some bat signal for Rintarou to soothe you without asking, almost lulling you to sleep. The sun was threatening to make its appearance on the horizon anyway. He shoves the wooden pencil case (your unused extra wooden craft box) into his bag.

"I'll give this back to you when I can," he says, zipping up his bag before slinging it on one shoulder. 

"No worries if you don't. Consider it a gift for getting more play time." you smile at him.

"I'm gonna get you something, too! You'll have to wait. Heh." He pulls you into a deep embrace. You hugged Rintarou goodbye, and he was the first to pull away. There was a gnawing pain that this would be the last time you two saw each other. Like really saw each other. Chalking it up to paranoia and anxiety from the lab report, you didn't dwell on it too much. Desperately trying not to hyper-fixate on what he's doing. Or you tried, too, at least. You're friends. You have to keep reminding yourself—just friends.

Weekday study session requests were slowly replaced with smoke break hangouts instead. You declined almost every single time, except maybe once or twice. Citing the 8:30 am labs. He knew how important school was to you. Yet here he is, flippant as ever. Rintarou's smoke breaks from volleyball stress, gradually filling up his time between class and practice.

Even after training, his free time was occupied with team affairs—a different crowd—a different Rintarou. He stopped doing hackathons and other nerdy shit. His roommate Osamu just shook his head whenever you tried to drop by like usual. Class or Volleyball was the default answer. Over time, your texts would be left on seen or 'delivered' for hours, days, etc.

Your attempts to attend his important games were thwarted by copious schoolwork and beefing up your resume with volunteer hours. It was a wonder that he could do all this while maintaining a good GPA. To say you were struggling would be an understatement. Nevertheless, you had to keep going. You couldn't afford to fail. Eventually, Rintarou stopped trying, too, and you stopped expecting a text back. One week turned into two, and then three weeks of cancelled plans. A storm finally caged his erratic behaviour and gave him a deadly cold. A harsh transition from winter to the promise of spring. The rain pittering when he buzzed you in. 

"You don't know how to have fun anymore," he spat, rolling his eyes. You stood dumbfounded, only getting peaks into his once neat room, covered in grime. It reeked of neglect. He told you he was sick, and despite not hanging out for weeks, you dropped off some soup between classes. Brushing the offer to smoke, Suna's tone with you became increasingly bitter.

"Rintarou-" you start, looking up at him, hoping that this abrasive attitude is just another bit. "I just don't think greening out means you're having fun," you mutter, head slumping forward and shaking in slight disappointment.

His jaw clenches. The flickering blue LED light only highlighted the dullness in his eyes, glossed over. No longer the warmth that you associated with him. Rintarou's face was drained of colour. He clearly wiped off some sweat in his sloppy-looking Inarizaki crew sweater before seeing you at the door. Some wet spots on the shoulders and his damp hair suggest he either just had a shower or was itching to smoke outside in the rain. The soft drizzling broke into a torrential downpour, a distant thunderclap cutting the tension between you two.

"Don't get familiar," He scoffs, letting out an empty laugh. "I'm sick; cut me some slack. I'm still going to class and practice, aren't I? Worry about yourself."

"We're friends. Let me worry." At this point, it's hard to differentiate between the storm roaring outside and the silent scream your heart is letting out. "You were doting on me when that guy literally stood me up for three hours at the bar. Or how about when I had a bad migraine spell and you can over to drop off my class notes? You look tired. The stress seems like its getting to you, Rin-"

"Like I said. Don't get familiar. We're not dating." He rolls his eyes, reaching to close the door on you, but you slam it open before you can even think. Rintarou jumps back a little. "Woah, You're getting bold. Maybe one or two more people to sleep with, and you'll learn to have some self-respect."

"Are you fucking high right now? What's wrong with you?" you snap, "You're sick. Don't you have away games soon?"

"You're not gonna show up anyways," he shoots. 

Fuck you, asshole, I'm done trying. You think. At some point, the hand lying flat on the oak door turned into a white-knuckled fist. Who fucking cares if he's taller than you. You'll chew him out like you're as tall as Yao Ming.

A girl's voice interrupts the escalating conversation between you two. It's hard to determine exactly what she said, but you're all too familiar with her tone. It's a whiney need for attention for a mediocre man. The exact cadence that Rintar-no. It was Suna's exact tone that would scold you whenever you showed him the ugliest man in the world you're currently crying about. He looks over his shoulder into the void and then back at you. Do you even know this guy anymore? Or did you even know him in the first place?

"Don't you have class in thirty minutes? You should leave,"  he sighs, "That building is across campus. Plus, I have a girl over. Come back later if you actually wanna hang out and do something."

"You're so fucking stupid." As soon as you spit out the last few words, pain flashed across his face. It made your stomach turn in guilt. You didn't believe that at all. Who else would have won the hackathon against two master's students with published journals in their first year? 

"Yeah, maybe to you."

The motion of his door slamming in front of you timed perfectly with the power surge, which blacked out the hallway—leaving the emergency lights on. No doubt, the class will be cancelled now. How could he leave like that? Doesn't he care? A part of you wanted to barge into the room. However, your body wouldn't let you. Instead, the damp tennis shoes you wore carried you back to your dorm.

Walking so slowly that a passerby couldn't tell if it was the torrential downpour making your cheeks wet or something else. The distance weighed heavily on your mental health. The breaks in between school were marred with loathing and pity. Fuck. You should have said something. Kicked, screamed, something better than standing there looking stupid while he closed the door on your face.

Or, at the very least, give him a swift backhand. Luckily, Yachi provided some clarity after you broke down seeing him at her party. You gave her the whole rundown of what happened, filling out details you previously omitted during wine nights with Yamaguchi. Yachi was funnier than she gave herself credit. Besides the fill-in role for Asahi's stage play costuming (reprising her role of Town Person B), she made the hilarious observation that Suna probably had feelings for you. Better than that, he was jealous! Hah! What did he have to be jealous about?

After several bottles of Riesling and Yamaguchi's departure, you and Yachi devised a plan for the next semester. If you wanted to graduate Summa Cum Laude for post-graduate applications, to be the first in your family to become a doctor. Suna would have to figure out what to do on his own.

Second Year: First Semester

When he finally attempted to meet up the second year, it was to return the wooden box you gifted. Your finger hovered over the conversation—a slew of emotions washing over you. Your freshly manicured thumb slides up to see the notification. The offensive summer heat blurs the lines between nervous sweat and your body's pathetic attempt at self-regulation. Every single possibility from this interaction was too much. A few taps later, the conversation is deleted. 

***

It was a gruelling three years—a long road of focusing on academics and balancing self-care and mental health. Yachi suggested talking to a therapist and academic advisor to make concrete plans you knew you could follow through with. Romance is on the back burner after two shitty hookups third-year. The dick was so traumatizing and mediocre that it twisted your arm into celibacy. To your dismay, Suna would remain a passing thought whenever you were intimate with anyone else. So that didn't help. You told him your goals, and he told you his. 

He chose his support system, and it wasn't you. As painful as it was, you learned to accept that. There's no value in trying to help someone who doesn't want to accept it. At least that's what your therapist said. Still, he plagued your daily life in minuscule ways. Weaving his stupid face and joking flirtations into your cerebrum. Refusing to let go—a dummy sense of warmth.

Suna looks better than the last time you interacted. Full cheeks, sharp features and clean. He stands up from his chair, shuffling through his backpack for something, and you follow closely behind, leaning against the dresser. Looking intently into his bag, Suna pulls out a large matte jar loosely closed containing the aforementioned hybrid flowers; the smell was almost suffocating despite being mostly contained.

"Do you want me to open the window? Because I can." It was annoying how much Suna could read you even after all these years.

"No, I'm fine. It's not that bad." You choke, trying to suppress the cough fighting its way up your throat.

"Oh my gosh, no, it's not fine." He stops whatever he's doing and hastily makes his way to the window—opening it to let in much-needed airflow. Your face was hot with embarrassment. Get a Grip!

The crisp air is doing a push-and-pull dance with Suna's candle.

For a brief moment, his cologne joins in on the tango. Your heart flutters slightly like some Pavlovian response. When he opened the window, you couldn't help but stare at his hands and how the tendons in his arms flexed, especially how he tugged at the latch to jam open the window.

You take a deep inhale. "Thanks, Suna."

"I thought we were close enough to drop the honorific."

His voice is warm, but he's still not looking at you. From the dim lights, it looks like his ears are turning red. His navy oversized hoodie did nothing to hide him. No matter how hard he tried.

"Are we?" you tease, letting out an airy chuckle, "The last couple of years feel like it would imply otherwise. Actually, our last conversation specifically." the last half of the sentence spilled out like a delayed venomous snake bite.

Suna winces, giving a slight nod as if acknowledging what happened. His shoulders are tense like he's itching to say more, picking at the loose lint on his sweater before ripping a loose thread. 

"I see you've been doing well from what you post on Instagram, at least. Congratulations on that summer internship, by the way. I remembered how hard you were working the first year." he says, taking you back. "Makes me smile to see you happy."

You attempt to blink back your surprise. Recuperating before mustering an appropriate response. "Thank you. It was a lot of work, and I had to turn down a lot of fun stuff," you sigh, "But the experience was worth it. It's nice to see you happy too."

Suna blushes, "I'm surprised you have the time to even go out. Seems like we're always missing each other at Yachi's parties."

"Are you serious? You're the one that always leaves early, Suna-" you scoff.

"Rintarou. And you're the one that always comes late. Used to be the other way around."

"I had things to do."

"Me too."

The slight, comfortable banter you slipped into almost felt like old times. But the good parts. Rintarou turns around, and you can finally see his whole face. Effortless. He was effortlessly beautiful. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the influx of air, you assume.

"Is something wrong? Your face got red, and you keep playing with your fingers." Rintarou asks, cocking his head with curiosity and a smirk. "Woah, your face is getting redder. I guess you're right. We aren't as close as I remember. Maybe you should keep the honorific. You'll kill me less." he goads.

"No, no, everything is fine. It's just-"  Quick! Think of something! Anything!  "It's just… I've never rolled before. Can you teach me? I've only really smoked from Kozume's bong and other pre-rolled stuff..." A blatant lie, and he knew it. Still, he entertained the request, although his face seemed to drop slightly—a sharp pain seared through every artery and aorta valve in your heart at his visible confusion.

Why are you even entertaining this? Fuck you, Ryūnosuke. If you weren't obliterating a toilet right now, this wouldn't be happening. "Please?" Perhaps if you played your cards right, you could hurl your body out the window. It would hurt less. 

"Huh, that wasn't what I was expecting." He sighs, nodding over to the direction of his desk. "Lucky you, I was just about to roll something right now. Well, before you came." He returned to his seat, where everything was in the neat wooden box. If you didn't know him, you would probably think it's just a fancy pencil case. Another more ornate-looking box is shoved into a corner. It looks unused.

"Did you know you gave me this?" He asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.

"Huh? When?"

"First year. Second semester. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away."

Oh.

"I don't remember that." Your reply is short. Another lie. Rintarou raises his brows at you in disbelief but concedes. "Should have given it back to me, though. An apology would have been nice, too." It is a pathetic attempt at banter again, but disdain slips through your lips. You are betraying your facade.

"You know what you told me when I tried to give it back?" He asks, and you shake your head, "You told me: 'Either sell it or don't bother.' It was at Yachi’s farewell party. I tried again but- You were mad at me, but I couldn't figure out why. Until a year ago. I'm really stupid in that sense."

The dull pain which sat firmly on your chest started to thud louder and louder. "Well, I'm glad you got some use out of it."

"I don't blame you for being mad. I know you were trying to help in your own way." You're too flabbergasted to respond, but Rintarou seems like he's on a roll; besides, what could you even say? This is all you could have asked for. His apology is long overdue. Although you've already accepted that, you might not get an apology anyway. 

"Anyways-" he pulls out the large matte jar from earlier, measuring the weed carefully and placing some to the side to roll for you later. He was careful not to make a mess. "It's time to learn. Are you ready?" He returns to the freshly ground weed from earlier and starts prepping the paper.

"C'mere, you can't see it from there." You approach the desk, half sitting on it, to inspect his work. He carefully placed the ground weed in the middle of the paper, rolling it with such care that it almost didn't look real. The same care that Rintarou did whenever a headache crept up on you, and he carded through your hair. It's almost like he was pushing away all your problems; this isn't the same Rintarou you think. At least you hope not for his sake. His fingers pinch the end, making a small cone-like shape, and you maintain an almost voyeuristic gaze. His hands still had a little bit of tape on them from volleyball practice.

"Rintarou, who taught you how to roll?" You ask, and he finishes rolling, but before he answers your question, he sits a little higher in his chair and motions for you to come closer to his face.

"Stick your tongue out." his gaze meets yours, almost at eye level, as he holds the blunt.

"What? Why do I have to do that?" the heat rushes to your skin, and it feels like the sun gave a swift slap across your face. Didn't he open the window? Why is it so hot in here?

"C'mon, humour me." You lean in and hesitantly stick out your tongue. He glides the paper across the tip of your tongue, maintaining eye contact. An unwavering gaze lingers when you oblige—catching a glimpse of Rintarou biting the inside of his cheeks before returning to the monotonous motion of grinding weed. The thumping of your heart increases in volume. So damn loud you're scared he can hear it.

"We can smoke this if you want." He offers.

"Sure, I'm trying to learn how to be fun again," you say, giving a tight-lipped smile, and he winces at your words.

You both take laborious steps to the window and lean against the sill. Rintarou places the blunt between your lips before patting around his sweatpant pockets for his lighter. Bending over and covering the flame, your right hand encompasses the lighter so it doesn't get blown out by the air. He mimics your movements with hands grazing each other. You cringe, but he doesn't move. Electing to focus on how your lips pull on the blunt. He subtly bites his lips but hopes you're so concentrated on pulling that you won't notice.

He lets you take the lead. Going through the back-and-forth motion of smoking the blunt quietly while his music plays softly in the background until it's about halfway finished. Suna taps off the ash into his trash can before killing the blunt on the tin can lid from earlier. When you're done, he puts the half-finished blunt with your other things in the small paper bag. You feel like you're floating right now from how he's looking at you, but attribute it to the fact that you haven't smoked in a while.

"To answer your question, Tsukishima taught me. He said it improves finger dexterity. It's good for volleyball-" his voice trails off, and he leans against his desk, crossing his arms. "- amongst other things." He looks over at you, smirking, and winks before laughing. The same laugh you thought was lost years ago, exuding his annoyingly flirtatious charm. Diffusing the tension between you two, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Before he casually slips out an, "I missed you."

What the fuck? 

A beat of silence. Enraged. No, that's not right. Overwhelmed? No, that doesn't sound right. You're seething. The short breaths from nervousness turned into an almost hyperventilating rage. You needed to calm down. What did people say he was up to? Apparently, it has been a while since anyone could pick up from him. He ghosted some of his regulars. Enablers really. That was nice to hear. What else did you hear? He's doing some shit with Asahi? No, that couldn't be true. There is no instance where those two would interact. Your face deepened into a permanent scowl.

"Don't do this to me, Rintarou."

He doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he keeps going. The phone in your pocket vibrates. No doubt, a text from Yachi asking what's taking you so long. 

"I lied about Sugawara taking the last of my supplies," he confesses. "I don't wanna deal anymore. I was thankful when Baldy texted me so I could finally get rid of it. At least it's going to someone who won't ask me why I'm leaving this shit." The nonchalant facade is cracking in front of you. 

"What? Why?"

"I was in a bad place; if I'm being honest, seeing you succeed triggered me to want to be better. I missed being your friend. Well- not just that." He stammers, the sweat visible on his forehead.

"I just thought- sorry. I think you're so cool and smart. I took advantage of that." He continues his rambling. He was explaining the last three years. How his stupid pride got in the way of being happy for your success, and how he hated how jealous he was becoming. Rintarou was becoming everything he despised.

A directionless loser. He took it out on his best friend, who was nothing but supportive. Nothing but a hypocrite who would make fun of the men you dated. Knowing damn well that even if you did decide to date in your league, he wouldn't be in it. He was the exact guy he warned you about.

Rintarou revealed that the added pressure from his parents to become a better older brother didn't help. The intense expectations from his volleyball coach pushed him and Tsukishima to smoke a lot of weed just to cope. His awful trip. An academic probation for a semester before getting help with the assistance of his roommate. His search for a therapist on healthy coping habits for stress.

The complicated but necessary task of getting out of that toxic social circle. He was babbling something about taking up other hobbies that he could show you or already did upon his therapist's recommendation. You think? Whatever the last part was, you couldn't understand it. You're boarding on inconsolable, blinking back tears, trying not to wail as the blood rushes into your ears.

Fuck being high! The pent-up rage you worked so hard to satiate was boiling over. Rintarou's brows furrow with concern, and what looks like... hurt? When he says your name in an attempt to snap you back into reality, it's different from his usual snide or ambivalent remark.

"Sorry, I should have approached this seriously. Uhm- you know-" he chews the inside of his cheek, "I just assumed- I haven't-"

"Rintarou, would you say this to me sober?" you ask, furrowing your brows and hollowing your cheeks. "Like honestly, would you? I miss you too. I'm here for you always. But I- I can't be here the same way as I was if you're gonna brush me off like before. You really hurt me."

Even as the words tumble out of your lips, the herculean task of barely confessing comes out as a relief.

"I-" he stammers, but you cut him off, holding a hand to his face, letting the hand fall on your lap.

"Don't lie to me anymore. Don't tell me you've changed. Show me." your voice wavering, the following words coming out like a plea, "If not me, for yourself."

"I know. I don't expect you to be there for me like before." You let out a breath of relief, but you're still guarded. "And these are dummy blunts I rolled. It's stage stuff for Asahi. Some show he's dressing."

"Huh. What?"

"Didn't you hear me?" he scratches his head, mumbling, "I'm volunteering for the stage plays between volleyball and school. I have to keep busy somehow. I guess I was speaking too fast. Nishinoya mentioned that his boyfriend worked in fashion around the same time my therapist suggested I take up new hobbies."

"So you're-" you stammer, the absolute gall of this man, "But what about me picking up? The smell?"

"Sober? Yeah. It's just cacao beans and something else. I'm still learning. Nothing serious. The smell is from Tsukishima. He borrowed my backpack, and that four-eyed asshole didn't bother washing it." he bites the inside of his cheeks before scratching at his fingers.

"I tried to get a bunch of incense and candles, but none worked. So I just shoved them into my backpack so I could return them. I guess they fell inside my already dirty bag."

There was another beat of silence.

"And what about me picking up?" you press, voice steadily increasing, skipping octaves, "Why'd I give you $20 for some fucking dummy pre-rolls? Is this another one of your pranks? This isn't funny! What about the whole 'I have this strain' and 'this strain that?' I'm too stupid for this." 

He shifts his weight back and forth, giving space between you and him. Even his doing that was infuriating. Why is he pulling away again?

"You're not stupid. I'm just bad at explaining. It's just a misunderstanding on my end. Baldy picked up the goods the other day. He said he was sending you the rest of the payment to give to me." Rintarou gives an apologetic shrug. His tone is steady and reassuring, "I guess he and Nishinoya were planning a long con. Yachi, too, I guess. She's the one that's always trying to get us in the same room. She's more creative and stuff in that sense. The other stuff, I just got nervous. You kept looking at me, so I just pulled out my prop stuff."

I'm gonna beat their asses. You think. No wonder she made you put on this outfit. Still, a part of you is a little grateful for their conniving selves. You try to slow down your breathing, letting your eyes flutter close. His languished pauses in between explaining himself were calming.

"You deserve a sober apology. I would never do that to you. The me now, anyway." The world is becoming garbled as you process what's happening. You're at a loss for words.

There's an insistent buzzing in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, there's a slew of notifications regarding your ETA and then whereabouts. Sensing your urgency, Rintarou makes hurried movements behind him.

"I got you a new box. It doesn't smell like 'weed'. I brought it every time I knew you were gonna be at a party, but I didn't want to leave it to some jackass." Rintarou extends his calloused and taped hands to you, revealing an ornate box that he clearly whittled himself with gold hardware.

Biting your bottom lip and tasting some of the strawberry lip gloss you're wearing, you blink your eyes open. The manicured fingers you've maintained and gotten refills for several years trace the outside before opening it. Inside, an inscription carved with love reads:

"Congratulations on Summa Cum Laude  <3 "

"I-" The years of complicated emotions come flooding the forefront of your face and barrelling down your cheeks. Thank God for waterproof makeup. The only sound ricocheting around the concrete dorm is the steady flow of your tears and sobbing. Rintarou's word vomit is thankfully complete, you think. However, there was an itch in your throat demanding to be let out.

"I know you need to go, but-" he says, deflated. Rintarou is easing his stance like he's about to leave you alone again.

"Do you have anything else to say?" you ask, cutting him off, hoping it doesn't come out accusatory but rather from a place of curiosity.

"I love you," he hums, with such care, it's suffocating. "I always have. I- I hope we're able to be friends again. I know it will take time-" you wince at his declaration.

I don't want that! I don't want just to be friends!

You both stand there for a moment. Rintarou struggling to read your expression. He's hesitant to continue. Hoping that you'll say anything, but you don't.

Another long pause, "You know me, when I like someone, I have a hard time- It's easier with strangers because you don't have to worry about seeing them again. But I want to see you again." he says.

From the blur of your tears, you finally notice a pile of white flashcards peeking inside the box. Upon opening the creaking lid, your globs of tears hit the flashcards, staining the ink. Each one has a talking point about what Rintarou said tonight. Every way, he has hurt you, even that time he accidentally stepped on your foot at the club.

The bottom of the pile is a barely white card filled with writings about what he appreciates about you (ambition, loyalty, conviction, to name a few) and your companionship. The back of the card are boundless words of encouragement and little drawings he's made.

"Rintarou- you memorized this for me?"

He nods, "I'm really shitty at filling silence. I get awkward and showboat- But I have to make up for lost time." His eyes were glazed, not from being inebriated but because he was trying so hard not to cry, " There's so much that I wanted to say, too. I was going to let you read it on your own, but you might throw it out. And we'll become strangers again. So I just wanted to plan."

Suddenly, there's a torrential downpour. Almost loud enough to drown both your of weeping and sniffling. "It's a little premature, I know, but. I believe in you. Like did with me becoming captain. And for me to be better. You don't have to accept this apology right away. I don't expect you to." he leans forward awkwardly, towering over you.

"Aha," you sniffle, dabbing the tears from the well of your eyes with your knuckles."Thank you, Rintarou. Your apology means a lot. I was always rooting for you. I apologize if I didn't do more than enough. I also didn't know you felt that way when I called you stupid. I'm sorry for yelling. You're brilliant-"

As he's about to cup your face, he pulls back, looking for any sign of hesitation. "Can I?" he says softly, and you nod.

Bringing his hands up to your face, he cups your cheeks—thumbing away any residual tears. "You have nothing to apologize about. I don't blame you for yelling. Honestly, I deserve it. You did so much for me. Thank you. Osamu told me that you tried to see me almost every day. I was stupid and immature, and I was frustrated with myself and took it out on you. Of course, I'm always rooting for you. How could you ever apologize for something that I never told you hurt me? I'm sorry that I ruined our friendship."

It's all too much. Your breathing is erratic while Rintarou's shaky hands try to calm you down. He's tethering you to Earth while he continues. 

"I care about you. I love you." his honeyed voice is soft, "Platonically, Romantically- whatever you want."

Looking out the window and ignoring his declaration because you are getting embarrassed AGAIN. Electing to shift your focus to the wet pavement to stop further crying. Watching the leaves falling, eventually kissing the concrete.

"Hey, do you wanna come to Yachi's party?" You ask, hoping he will finally give you the response you want. "With me? If it's not too triggering for you."

Craning his head to make eye contact again, his eyes are almost completely blown out. He looks down at you with heavy lids. Your body tenses up in excitement as he backs you against the cool window, standing between your legs. He removes his hands from your face, placing them on either side of your body, caging you in. Is the condensation making your back wet, or is it sweat? The clambering of the heater marches in the background, blending in with his music. Rintarou's face is unwavering. He detects the no-so-subtle desire you've been emulating since the moment you met. Insatiable, you decide. This man is insatiable.

And to be honest, you're no better.

"Of course, you know me. Next time, we should both try to be honest. I can tell you were lying about not knowing how to roll. I was the one who taught you the first year, remember? When we first met?"

He brushes the hair stuck to your wet cheeks up and out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, and smiles at you. Not caring about the integrity of your white shirt, you wipe away his tears, too, and he leans into your touch.

"Rintarou-" He leans closer, whispering in the shell of your ear. His woody cologne almost wrapped your entire person. Refusing to let go, his hot breath against your neck. Honestly, you could die happily right now. Your heart is like a feral animal begging to be released, shaking at the bars of its enclosure.

"As for what my fingers can do besides rolling a smart, cool, hot girl a blunt," each declaration coming out of his soft lips like velvet,  "I can show you the next time we 'smoke.' Okay?" he teases. But you know he won't do anything first. 

"Okay."

"Oh! check the bottom of the box." He's giggling to himself. Turning over the box, you find another carved inscription:

"You want me so bad, huh? ;)"

Before Rintarou can interject a snide remark, he blinks back his surprise when your lips crash onto his. It doesn't take long before he deepens the kiss, never getting aggressive. Keeping it slow and sensual is an equilibrium of shared intimacy. His smile gets wider as you pull away before he cups your face again. Desperate to keep you close with quick kisses. Your hair smells precisely how he remembers it all those years ago.

Coconut and mango were the bells that indicated he needed to make his way out of the dark back to the front porch. It's like entering steady waters after being lost at sea for so long, he thinks. He was surrounded by storm clouds, unable to see the stars. Rintarou looked to the moon for guidance when he needed something brighter and consistent. You are his Sun. Blissfully unaware that you were guiding him to safe waters. To land, to home, to you.

"I love you, too."

a/n: Thank you for reading! This is also my first time writing and uploading a fic on Tumblr! Big thank you to my friends for being patient while I babbled on about my love for this fictional man and my disdain for the fucking loser who broke my heart and moved across the world... Any feedback is appreciated!

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[asheofalltrades]

They’re playing The Forest 🤭

#sakusa kiyoomi #haikyuu kiyoomi #suna rintarou #suna rintarō #sakusuna #hq #hq fanart #MY BABIES #MY BELOVEDS #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH #they need to be married always just saying #my art

[sunakys]

full size suna + chibi !!!

oh isn’t he just adorable <3 i’ll never get over his teeny fox hands,, and his signature blocker pose ☺️

#official art #his fucking pussybangs #lolz i guess not rly pussybangs anymore #i like this new shorter hair tho suits him so well #haikyuu #suna rintarou #sunarin #suna #ah my beloved sunarin 😚 #haikyuu special chapter #inarizaki #haikyuu special match #haikyuu x reader #smut #suna rintarō

[osamusbigtits]

osamu stares at himself in the mirror. he just got out of the shower, water droplets run down his body. the mirrors steamed up a little bit, but it doesn't matter to osamu.

this isn't what I looked like in high school.

it's been bothering osamu for a while now. he's not sure when it started. when his tummy grew, his thighs got thicker, when muscle turned to fat. he can squish his biceps. he used to have abs. what happened?

atsumu's gained a bit of weight, also. his tummy is also softer, muscles less defined. but you can still see atsumu's muscles. not osamu's. and suna's still like he was in high school, just a bit taller. he still has all his muscles, his abs, his lanky limbs.

osamu frowns at the mirror and squishes his tummy. his waist used to be smaller, suna could almost fit his hands around it. now it's just thick.

suna wraps his arms around osamu's waist and osamu jumps. when did he get here?

"hi, sexy," suna purrs and kisses osamu's shoulder. "what are you thinking about?"

osamu doesn't reply. just watches suna's hand through the mirror. suna still holds osamu the same, still feels and grabs the same areas. has suna noticed the change?

suna straightens. "baby, are you okay?"

"do you really think I'm sexy?" the question leaves before osamu can stop it. osamu flushes. he feels a little stupid. he's never been insecure before, why now? what's different? well, his body. but suna hasn't changed. physically or in the way he treats osamu. or has he and osamu just never noticed? is suna still attracted to him?

"of course I do," suna replies, frowning a little. "samu, what's going on?"

"I've... I've changed. a lot since high school." I've gotten fat.

"you have," suna says. he sounds a little hesitant. like he knows what osamu's upset about but doesn't want to assume. suna does that a lot.

"I used to have abs," osamu whispers, looking at his tummy again.

"I like your tummy more," suna says. osamu feels butterflies in his stomach erupt. suna still has that effect on him. "I noticed you were getting softer, squisher-"

"fatter."

"-and I didn't hate it. I liked it a lot, actually. I love it. I love your tummy, and your thick thighs, your fat ass- although, you've always had a big ass-"

"rin, this isn't-"

"-but you'll be always be my osamu. my beautiful boy. my sexy, sweet, wonderful boyfriend, who I'll always love and be attracted to."

osamu tries to pout at suna through the mirror. and suna just smirks. "I love you, too," osamu grumbles.

"it's a good thing you haven't put clothes on yet, because I've been dying to fuck you all day."

"you're the worse." osamu smiles.

#osamu... my beloved... #make him fat! #im not saying he has to be insecure and thats not entirely where im going with thia #im just saying that he doesnt notice it for a while but suna does and suna loves it #hq #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #miya osamu #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #sunaosa #osasuna #bex thoughts

[luvring]

PUT YOUR HAND IN MY POCKET

suna x gn!reader | fluff :-) he teasingly calls you beloved once and you jokingly say you'll kill him. LOL

“why are you being so stubborn?”

“why are you being so stubborn?”

“can you just let me hold your hand in my pocket?”

“i pulled your hand to my pocket first,” you say exasperated, though there’s an amused lilt as your fingers tighten around suna’s, trying, again, to pull his arm closer.

he rolls his eyes. “first doesn’t matter if my pocket’s better.”

“oh big if true,” you scoff, “not when they have those stupid fucking zippers.”

the zipper of all things isn’t what rintarou expected you to bring up during your argument—or whatever this was. he snorts. “what the hell is wrong with pocket zippers? you hate the safety of your belongings?”

he shifts so he’s perpendicular to you, just so he can make a show of using his right hand (left still holding yours) to zip his pocket up and down, the noise loud with no near traffic or people.

you move to swat and stop him, but he only starts to shuffle out of your reach—the two of you forming a deformed circle in the light layer of snow beneath you. it’s an inefficient fight considering you’re still holding hands, and every quick dodge instinctively gets rin to tighten his grip, only pulling you back into range.

“rintarou—”

“yes, beloved?”

and then he has that grin—that stupidly attractive grin on his face he has when he’s teasing you and winning—and you can’t bring yourself to hate the fact that you have a matching one.

you laugh when he almost trips and curses. “oh my god, rin, it’s ’cause i hate the feeling of the zipper against my wrist, you annoying shit.”

“sounds like a skill issue?” he taunts.

both of you have stopped moving at this point, though the winding path of footprints in the snow is evidence enough something happened here. rin's an arms width away when you squint and huff. “i’ll kill you. not now, but one day, suna rin.”

only then does he stop deflecting your attempts, and you notice the sound of rin's zipper no longer fills your ears. you move back to where you were so you can rest your head against him, and he shifts closer so you don’t strain your neck.

the fog of his breath floats away in the chilly air as he lets out a sigh. “okay.”

you don’t bother to look at him. “okay to killing you?”

“no, you couldn’t kill me with 6 months to prepare—wouldn’t kill me even if it meant winning the lottery.”

whatever comeback you can say is a lie since he’s right, and only manifests in a weak bump to his arm.

“i meant my pocket. fair enough,” he ignores your silent response. “i just wanted to see how hard you’d try. i don’t like the zippers either.”

that alone is enough makes you snap your head. “rintarou.”

he smiles at you, feigning innocence, then laughs softly. before you gain the energy to shove him, he’s already putting his hand into your much more comfortable pocket.

you fail to get the smile out of your voice, “i hate you.”

rin rolls his eyes before pulling you closer into his side. his thumb rubs the back of yours as he replies, “love you too.”

typing big if true and thinking of blooming panic character xyx... kept reading it in his voice. Big if true. raahhh... sunarin....

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn!reader #suna x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #suna x gn!reader #writing this faster than any of my essay paragraphs ouhh... fawwk... #sunarin save me...sunarin... save me sunarin...

[satoruzlove]

hello again! first and foremost, thank you for doing my request 100000x more than what i imagined 🙇🏻‍♀️🫶 AND HERE I AM AGAIN lol i can't help but to imagine many scenarios with Haikyuu boys (courtesy of TikTok)

can i possibly request a scenario of atsumu (and whoever haikyuu boy you could imagine that certainly loves socializing) based on the tiktok trend where the boys are having a night out and they give their s/o food/money/or just something that makes their girl happy just to get their permission & telling them not to call/text/bother/find him for the whole night.

for better reference; https://vt.tiktok.com/ZS8jbW2rg/

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my beloved bubble anon, FORGIVE ME FOR TAKING A GAJILLION YEARS WITH THIS. i was trying so hard to imagine writing it the right way around but i couldn’t stop myself from doing it the other way around!!!😭😭 i hope you don’t mind .

DONT TEXT ME, DONT CALL ME .

[ atsumu miya , rintarou suna ]

- one [1] ass slap in tsumu’s,touchiness, atsumu healing my daddy issues one ‘sweetheart’ at a time, rintaro almost strips, ALMOST. very soft angst , rin with an attitude lol-

a. miya !

tonight is your little reunion between your highschool friendgroup. fun, right?

no.

well, when you get there it will be but before you do wont. the reason for this is that your man child boyfriend has a habit of following you everywhere- it was actually the only reason he wanted to know everyone you spend time with. so he can always tag along and be with you 24/7, 365. you love him for it and it’s very endearing how he craves your presence but you couldn’t help but want a little alone time with some people that you’ve made memories with.

your group has been planning this about a month in advance, which gave you a month to decide how you wanted to go about keeping tsumu away. you thought about asking his friends to take him out, sending him to run errands but they all made you feel like you were committing a crime and trying to make sure atsumu stays in the dark about it.

discouraged, you had sat down to wallow in your own stupidity and opened your phone. scrolling through tiktok, you had found a solution to all your problems. a little video , no longer than 20 seconds, was gonna secure your fun night out with friends. said video showed a guy giving his girlfriend food in exchange for her not to call, text, email or even think about him. you reckoned that it would work on your blond lover too.

now you practically skip down the stairs barely able to see your feet because of the sheer amount of food in your hands. you even asked samu to make atsumu’s favorite rice balls and picked them up on your way back from work- safely hiding them in your bag. atsumu finally comes into sight when you reach the kitchen. he’s leaned up against the counter, hair messy and his honey eyes focused on the screen of his phone. he only looks up when you nearly trip- and his eyes widen.

“babe, what the hell-?” he tries, but you simply saunter over to the counter and look him dead in his eyes. first, you put everything down infront of you. “i’m going out with my high school friends and- before you ask i still love you- but i wanna go alone,so” atsumu’s eyes shoot up at the uncharacteristic seriousness in your voice, but he allows you to continue. you put down a bag of mcdonald’s, his favorite order with an extra large fry just how he likes, “ do not text me,” you take a bag of kfc , mainly wings that are extra hot because you know he loves to wash it down with coke,” do not call me,” as you put things down, you can see atsumu’s eyebrows drop and a pout grow on his pretty pink lips. finally you present the rice balls that samu made, and a coke, “ don’t email me, or smoke signal me, or anything. okay?” you finally finish, look up at him hopefully.

his lip is jutted out as he glances down at the items you used to bribe him and back to yours. you nearly start tapping your foot impatiently. atsumu leans down so for once, you two are eye to eye level. “ are ya sure you still love me?” he asks you softly. you think for a moment that he’s kidding, but the pause and loud swallow you hear give him away.immediately, you realise that you’ve screwed up. before you can answer, your boyfriend speaks again. “if you didn’t want me to come you could’a asked me to just.. stay here. i would have. ya didn’t have to go and spend all that time bribing me like i’m a mafia boss or somethin’” atsumu sighs, obviously disheartened and now walking away from you. you go to hold his bicep to stop him, but he easily moves out the way without making it look obvious.

you’re feeling really bad now, the dull look in his eyes eating into your tummy. “ i do still love you, tsum, don’t be dumb. i just,” you paused when he looks at you with a raised brow. he looks like he really couldn’t care less about your excuses right now. “i actually don’t have an excuse, i’m just being dumb,” your voice was small, timid from hoping that your boyfriend isn’t too upset. the last thing on your mind is the buzzing phone in your pocket but it’s the first in atsumu’s.

he turns again, getting a glass of water. “ answer it, go. have fun. just text me if you get drunk off your ass and i’ll come get ya, if ya aren’t sleeping at one of your friends’ places.” atsumu instructed you. you bite your lip in thought.quietly , you go up behind him. he pretends to not notice your presence, the warmth of your skin hovering over his clothed back. his eyes stay trained on his very important glass of water. your arms wrap around him gently at first but when you feel no protest, you get comfortable. he tuts, tongue clicking against the roof of his mouth. “ you’re gonna be late, yn. go.” and you nearly cry at him using your first name- but you soon realise that if he did what you had done, you’d be doing a lot worse than calling him a first name.

you inhale. deep, calming, hopeful. “ i’m not going,” you mumbled into his covered flesh. he fights a smile, affection creeping onto his skin. “ why? you seemed pretty interested in it a minute ago? i reckon you should go have fun with your little friends. god knows why ya wanna be here, with me, who you wanted to avoid all night.” as he talks, his tone is more playful , more pouty. you rub a thumb over his tummy, speaking into his back and causing vibrations that seem to warm his soul. “because i realise that i like you more than them and i screwed up,” you say. he nods curtly, eyes shiny with unshed tears that are now going away. “ good. i’m glad you know that.” he says.

your newly free arms are folded as you do your classic awkward smile- waiting for his verdict. “go change. we’re watching mulan.” atsumu tells you. before you walk away, you go closer to him.

“i’m sorry,” you say, tenderly putting a hand on his shoulder. “ i should’ve just asked you like a normal person. i wont do that again, promise.” you know you’re in the clear, his eyes soft and his own hands running up from your hips to your cheeks to hold them. he plants a kiss on your lips, affectionately holding your face until your cheeks squish slightly. “it was funny , kinda,” he mumbles. you huff air out your nose, shaking your head. “barely. i almost made you cry,” you reply. he shrugs. “‘s okay, sweetheart. i forgive ya. i wont crucify my baby just ‘cause ya don’t know how to communicate.” and you laugh at that. he releases your gorgeous face, placing a little slap on your ass. “ go on, get comfy. you got a whooole night of apology cuddles ta give me, lover.”

r. suna !

suna rintaro is apathetic, painfully apathetic.

everyone knows. it’s his resting bitch face, the monotone voice and hooded eyes that make people think that he doesn’t care. for others, it’s true, he doesn’t. when it comes to a news anchor or someone interviewing him he wouldn’t give them any time of his day if he wasn’t forced. he isnt the type to talk without purpose- and until you that purpose was only to tease people, communicate, or pass a sarcastic comment every once and a while.

but to you? suna rintaro was not himself , or what people have ideally plastered together of him in their heads. suna rintaro became rinnie, or rin. the rin who would hold your hands in his when it was cold or rub his cheek against you for fun, rin that kissed your nose and kissed your shoulders after you showered. rin who would lip sync any song he heard in the car to you.

rintarou became a completely different person around you; his walls of steel melting to a puddle and letting you pass. his heart became only for you. something that also changed was how tolerant he became to being around someone, that someone being you. he found himself wanting to be around you always, opting to come with you everywhere and always touching you in some way. no matter how much you writhed or attempted to sway his clinginess it never seemed to ebb away.

that is how you were put into this situation. standing across from him as he lain on your bed- all his favorite food, a new hoodie , and a $100 bill on top of it. he stared at you in absolute disbelief. “ .. so the reason i got you this is because i wanna go to the spa, and no. you cannot come.” you explain to him, tone firm but your heart nearly falling into your ass when he sat up with a bored look on his face. “ are you like,” he starts, picking up the gifts like they were toxic waste- only with two fingers, “ bribing me right now?” he asked. you pondered for a moment, “ basically. i am , yeah.” you reply. he looks up at you, green irises boring into yours as he tries to telepathically say that you’re kidding.

he sighs when he realises that you arent. he gets up, his t shirt draping down his large figure as he collects all the stuff and places it in your arms. “ don’t want it, and let me go shower,” he mumbles, walking past you. you drop the items back onto your shared bed, following him like a lost puppy. the sound of water wafts to your ears as you reach the bathroom, rin now shirtless in front of you. you look at him, confused.

“ showering.. for?” you ponder out loud. he blows air from his nose, pulling his sweat pants down and adjusting the water. your boyfriend, only in boxers, turns to you. “ so we can go to the spa, you silly thing.” he teases , hand coming up to pinch your cheek lovingly. you scoff. “ i just said that you can’t come, rintaro.” and he hisses in faux pain.“full first name? ouch.” your boyfriend jests. before he can hop into the shower, his hands hook around his boxers and-

“rintaro.” you call him sternly and he laughs wholeheartedly. running a hand through his brown hair he’s now inches away from you. “you did say that i can’t come, but you’re wrong. i’m literally getting ready to right now,” he says casually. you poke at his built chest, eyes flitting up beautifully to meet his own. “rintaro i said no, just stay here, you don’t even like the spa,” you were whining now, and his heart squeezed ever so slightly at your childish tone.

“true, i don’ like the spa, but i like you.” he smiles , hands rubbing your shoulders. he places a kiss on your nose, directing you towards the bathroom door. “so, before i get naked infront of you and we both end up staying here, go away.” and before you could protest - he was gone.

#haikyuu #haikyuu !! #haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x gn reader #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x female reader #atsumu miya #atsumu x reader #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya headcanons #atsumu miya scenarios #atsumu scenarios #suna rintarou #suna rintaro #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna scenarios #suna headcanons #inarazaki #inarazaki x reader

[writtenbyevie]

Last One to Midnight Loses! by evelynwrites for protagonistsoftheworld (Julieee)

Rating: T

Word Count: 14.9k

Relationships: Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Ft: Major Cameos From Ships Listed in Tags

“Let me get this straight,” Sakusa drones, sounding as if he hand wrings each word out of his tongue. They drip with disdain. Atsumu drinks it up. “You bet your brother you could complete ten of your failed New Year’s Resolutions, a thing you’ve never successfully done once in your life, in five days so he’ll finally ask out his high school crush, who already obviously loves him back.”

“Yup.”

“You’re an idiot.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll do it.”

“What?!”

Or: The year may be new, but this love story was many in the making. Miya Atsumu vs His New Year's Resolutions: Speedrun Edition

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If you’d like to find out more context for the above edits, I’d love it if you checked out my Sakuatsu New Year’s fic Last One to Midnight Loses! that I wrote for my beloved @burning-the-trees as part of my exchange!!

#it's essentially a romcom full of hijinks and shenanigans #literally every major hq ships cameos #tagging the ones that have significant screen time #sakuatsu #sunaosa #iwaoi #kuroken #bokuaka #kagehina #arankita #sakusa x atsumu #atsumu x sakusa #suna x osamu #osamu x suna #haikyuu fic #haikyuu fic exchange #hq fic #miya atsumu #miya osamu #sakusa kiyoomi #suna rintarou #hq #evie's jeevie's

[ninapi]

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┊┊┊✧ ⁺ ⁺╚══ Osamu Version ╝

Premise: Fighting his own blood for what he wanted had always been an everyday thing for Osamu, but this time was different, he wouldn't let anyone have you, not even his twin brother. Before you, mating was just a concept of survival for them, but love can change someone to unimaginable lengths.

Word Count: 3336

Chapter 2: True Love

True love has different meanings to different people.

What is it even? It’s a really complex question.

To some it could be something as simple as a kiss good night, to others something as complex as a true sacrifice. 

To Miya Atsumu, it meant choosing his family over his selfish wishes. 

To Suna Rintarou, sharing what he had to make the one he loves and his best friend as happy as possible, even at the cost of his own happiness. 

To Kita Shinsuke, fighting his birth right to defend what the woman he loved wanted, fight for her happiness, even when it didn’t involve him at all.

To Miya Osamu was as simple as to look in your eyes the first time you opened them the first time you met. Simple yet complex, a bond was created that day, one that couldn’t be broken regardless of the efforts of multiple foxes. The purest form of it all, simple, inexplicable, teenage love.

As for you, true love wasn’t something you could define, but feel. You felt home in Osamu’s arms, safe, happy, needed, wanted. Just sharing a meal together was a wholesome experience, holding his hand felt like needles piercing your heart and filling it out with pudding. Not an easy thing to explain, mind you, but just as pure as his love for you was.

Defining a way to find true love was as hard as trying to explain why we live in this era and not another, the answer was simple, but it explained nothing.

So when you were told the only way of saving you was finding it, you were sure you wouldn’t make it in time. Some look for it their entire life and end up old and gray, alone in their room until their last breath.

But the way you were glowing like some sort of weird goddess of a fairytale was most likely an indication that you have found it.

It is still not clear if it was the decision to help you and Osamu from the other three young foxes, or Osamu’s intense dedication, it could have been even your own will to not give up and wait for your beloved. 

Regardless of how it was obtained, Inari’s blessing was no longer a myth.

“Kita-sama, what’s going on?” you were visibly distressed, not only glowing but somewhat levitating from the bed you were currently in.

“I think…I think you made it (Y/N)…I think this is the blessing…” he ran to the bookshelf in the corner of your room where he had placed a few books for you to entertain yourself a few days back. One of them had the story of the blessing, a curated version of course, the one mothers tell their pups during bed time, but that should do. “And love was then visible as the glow of the goddess was bestowed on the wielder of such pure love.” he looked at you awestruck, even if his grandparents were the actual protagonists of this love story, it felt so surreal to be in the presence of such beauty. It moved him to tears.

“That’s what the story says? I was supposed to glow like this? What does it mean?”

“Well my grandpa became a fox not long after that, then he got his human lifespan extended as one of us. I think…I should go call Osamu…but I don’t want to leave you alone like this…” it was almost comical how you were just floating over the bed with a panicked look in your face, but there was so little information about this said transformation, he wasn’t sure if it would be painful or how long it would even take, he didn’t want you to be alone during this process.

“You can go, I’ll wait here~” the soft smile on your face at the mention of his name was all he needed as confirmation that he was doing the right thing, but it tugged at his heartstrings, “I’ll send someone to look for him and stay with you…” in all truth you appreciated the comfort he always brought, he was a gentleman and it was clear to anyone that he really cared for you, as sad as that was, he did make you feel like everything would be alright, and that was exactly what you needed at the moment.

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Osamu came rushing through the door in a matter of minutes, not even he knew he could run that fast.

“Baby…you’re still glowing, what’s going on? Are you in pain?” unlike Kita, Samu got in your bed and pulled you down in his arms, the levitation sort of spell breaking at the contact of his skin on yours.

“I’m actually feeling great, my strength has been returning slowly since I started glowing.” he just nodded, turning his attention to Kita. “Does that mean she’s safe now?”

“I can’t say for certain, we need to keep a close look on her and see how things develop, I would say tonight will be crucial.” not even five minutes later Atsumu and Rin came running past the door as well, heavily panting and glaring at Osamu for getting there faster.

“What does getting this blessing even entail? I know the old man got a few hundred years on his belt after that, but does it come with any other perk?” the story was the favorite bed time story of many, but not the one for the Miya house hold, meaning the twins didn’t know much about this whole thing.

“It didn’t do more than that, honestly. But it came with a prophecy. The next time it was granted would be to Inari’s heir, a baby born out of humans to bring peace and prosperity to our village.”

“So that means it was in her destiny to meet us and choose a fox to bring ‘prosperity’ to the village…? That’s insane…even for this place.” Suna wasn’t easy to convince, but the partly golden aura leaving your body was already pretty nonsensical to him.

Kita just nodded to his statement, while you and Osamu just snuggled closely under the bed covers. He wanted to make sure you were fine, while trying to control his urges of kissing you right there and then, excitement covered his normally dull eyes at the thought of being able to grow old with you by his side.

“Get a room…jeez…” pouty Atsumu was your favorite Atsumu, hence it made you chuckle, “This is my room, silly fox.”

“Oh..yeah..right…then ugh…don’t do that in front of us…makes me want to decapitate my brother…” 

“Chill dude, we need to figure this out before going at our throats again... So she won’t be sick anymore as long as she brings pups to the clan, is that how it goes?”

“Well not sure if there’s a set of rules in place, there’s nothing more to the prophecy. I would say she’ll be fine as soon as she turns into a fox which I’d say is…happening rather quickly…” his eyes turned to two fluffy tails entwined together on top of the bed covers, it happened so naturally not you nor Osamu even noticed.

“Oh my god! It’s that mine??” you were pulling at it from your bum, wincing in pain as it was indeed part of your body now. “How is this possible???”

“Babe…” Osamu was now nuzzling his face against your head, a new pair of fluffy ears now adorning it beautifully. 

The squeal that left your lips made the servants run into your room.

“I’m a fox!!” 

“Mhm…the prettiest one…” his lips were peppering loving kisses to the side of your face, holding you as close to him as he physically could.

“Oh my, are you in heat or something?”

“Don’t know never had one of those before…”

“I’d say he is….”

“Yeah, I must agree with the statement…”

Their comments made you blush, you knew Samu better than them, at least this side of him, this was his normal self but it was indeed weird he was showing them what you normally do behind closed doors.

“Something’s off guys…I mean he is always like this but ummm…not in public?”

“Could it be the blessing? He’s your mate after all…”

“Oh…’Prosperity’…I get it now…”

“God, you’re so slow..” Suna was facepalming himself, dealing with Atsumu at this time wasn’t ideal. “I’d say we should give them some space, otherwise we’ll end up watching something none of us want to see…” nodding, Kita left immediately, that was a terrifying thought, he didn’t need to know what you guys did in bed…that was for sure. While Atsumu in the other hand was quite intrigued and had to be removed by the guards. 

“So…prosperity, huh…?” as the night went by, the golden glow deemed down and by morning you were fully a fox. An inconvenience rather, to the elders at least, as once a fox is claimed physically there’s no turning back.

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Mama Miya presented the claim officially the very next morning to the council, demanding things to be processed accordingly. The bond has been made, both emotionally and physically, it can’t be undone.

“She is Inari’s heir, I will not allow you to involve me in the doom of the village, if she’s with me we won’t have any pups, she’s been claimed as mate already, and bestowed with a blessing…Isn’t that what you wanted? The village to be swarming with pups?” the elders where whispering things to one another, clear distaste shown on their features at the leader’s outburst, this was unheard of.

“Inari’s heir? Where did you get those fables from, boy? That’s all in your head, she’s just another fox now, she must obey our rules and traditions.”

“Exactly, the rules and traditions say once a claim has been properly consummated, there’s no way back, an unbreakable bond is made. And that bond was done with Miya, not with me.” the whispering just intensified in the room, your ears were still too sensitive, not yet used to the enhanced hearing they acquired the night before.

“Do you not wish for her to be the mother of your pups, your lordship? I’ve seen the way you look at her…” this made Osamu recoil, he’s seen it too and it’s been a constant reminder of how he had to act quick before a higher claim was made.

“Since when do you care for what I want? This is quite new, you always want what’s best for the village, and right now that’s (Y/N) having pups for our future generations, doesn’t really matter if they’re mine or Miya’s, we are both royal blood.” to this they weren’t able to say anything, he was right, in reality they were both descendants of pure bloods, this wasn’t to be discussed, it was plain outrageous that they kept on pushing it when they were the ones to chose lady Suna for him as mate.

“My lords, please…I just want to be of service to the village just as much as you. I’m now part of the community officially and I wish to live my life to its full extent, with the fox I love. Our bond, has been made, I can assure you it is true.” your rosy cheeks didn’t lie, they were able to see it in your eyes and in Osamu’s overly touchy behavior, it had been done.

“You said the last time you didn’t want to bring war to the clans and that’s why you weren’t breaking the leader’s current engagement. But I can tell you this much, if you keep getting in our way, I will bring war to you. Nobody will steal my mate from me, is that clear?” Osamu was snarling at this point, his canines out shining with pride, ready to bite someone in the throat if they even dared to breathe. But your soft touch over one of his hands brought him back into your embrace, turning him into a soft ball of mush in seconds. The display was too much of a show for them to ignore it, you were clearly in control of the situation, the claim was made officially and the bond has been proven to them just now.

“We do not wish for war, young master. All we want is for our legacy to continue. If you manage to bring at least one pup to this world within twelve moons time, the council will allow the formal union of the Miya clan with the heir.” it wasn’t ideal, but at least it was something.

“Twelve moons? Isn’t that too soon? A pup takes nine to come out…If it was this easy to conceive them we wouldn’t be in a pinch right now…Seems to me like you’re setting an impossible task to set them up for failure. You know I dislike treachery, even if we are foxes.” there has never been such an honorable leader in this village, he was certainly promising, a bright future with equal rights and mutual respect for every one.

“We can do it, no worries. For all we know, there might even be one in her already.” you slapped his arm softly, his mother was starring at you with a blushy slightly embarrassed look, he needed to start filtering what he says and does in public, is becoming overwhelming.

Fox hormones are no joke.

“We will do our best to fulfill the promise, I can promise you that much. Would it be too much to ask for a petition on one of the hill top cottages? We need our own space you know to ‘make’ the pups and all.”

“He’s in heat…” Atsumu whisper-yells at the audience while pointing at his twin, trying to cover for his brother’s constant outbursts, making you want earth to swallow you whole.

“The motion is approved. However, if you fail to deliver results, the cottage will be taken away from you as well.” nodding, you brought Samu with you, out of the council room before they changed their mind.

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The hilltop cottages were the newest expansion of the village, they had been there waiting for new families to live in them for a few years now, yet due to the lack of pups, new couples were a rare occasion.

Yours was the very first one of them to be occupied, hence you got the best one of them, the one at the very top.

It was big, had three bedrooms, a large kitchen and living space combined, even the bathroom was connected to the local hot springs, a dream house really.

But the best part was the view. 

You could see the entire village from your kitchen window, and it had the best sunset viewing spot you could ever wish for.

Overall was a great deal, not only was the cottage lovely, but the area was completely deserted, which meant absolute privacy. Something you two had never had before.

Saying the ‘pup making’ process went full speed ahead was an understatement.

Not even a minute after touring the cottage, it had already been tainted by the relentless fox who couldn’t keep his paws to himself. But of course it didn’t stop there, you were finally allowed to be together, to do as you please without time limits, without spectators, just you and him, no one else. 

It was thrilling, enticing, irresistible. 

He just wanted you everywhere, all the time, and you thought he was the twin with less stamina of the two, turns out you were very wrong. Your fox was really in heat apparently, but so were you.

Two souls addicted to the other, living up a mountain on their own…let’s just say it wasn’t as hard of a task as they all thought it would be.

While the council did ask for that as a way of breaking your relationship for good, they thought it was just not possible to conceive this fast, that’s why they were declining in numbers after all, fox pups from the clans of the south were rare. For you two it was clearly an easy task. 

Your round belly was seen parading around the council building a few moons after the initial request, turning the village upside down with excitement. The first pups in such a long time, lady Suna had been the last one to arrive and that was already such a long time ago. 

Having multiples was easy for majority of their kind, but for the foxes from the south… they came out on their own, that was of course until the twins came around, identical at that, even more rare. The foxes from the north were known to deliver four, even five at once, the ones in the west had similar numbers, though the east and the south were the complete opposite. 

High expectations were set for Inari’s heir, you might even be able to bring five at once! So exciting! Those were the rumors going around the village. Yet reality was very different. Having been a multiple himself, Samu had more chances than others of making this rumor come to life, but it didn’t at least not with the first pup.

A beautiful little pup came just in time a moon before the deadline, bringing not only joy but also a bountiful harvest like no other had been seen before.

Inari herself represents so much more, and prosperity as a whole ended up being more than just little ones. 

The village was thriving in every way, even new comers from other fox villages were planing on moving to some of the hilltop houses. Before Kita Shinsuke, it was forbidden. Every clan should stick to their own village and never leave, but thanks to all his efforts, he was able to sign an agreement with the rest of the villages for trading and came with other perks. 

He didn’t want to be part of that secluded village everyone feared, the only way to not let the village die couldn’t depend on a single fox and how many pups she can carry. More villagers were needed, new faces and old came to live in harmony with the current ones to bring the village back to how it was years back.

Aran was allowed back with his family, his beautiful wife had two pups already, hybrids weren’t a taboo anymore, they were welcomed back home to bring more diversity and love to the once closed-off village.

As for the council, Kita decided to build them a resort of some sort for them to retire and leave them alone at once. The seats of said council being replaced by no others than the twins, Sunarin, Aran, Omimi and you, the first female to sit in a council chair. A new generation working towards progress and prosperity. 

Love did end up saving said village. Not how they expected it to play out, but without you, things would have never change. You were the key to prosperity, they all learned so much thanks to you, they learned about kindness, teamwork and of course, love.

The fox village would never be the same. 

And that was a good thing.

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Note: And that's it, the last chapter for this long, long series! I'm thankful to those of you who still read my Haikyuu stories. I appreciate you a lot. As for what's next...TsukkiYama is all I'm gonna say~ 👀

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[rossalotus]

Bokuto “The Owl chef” Koutarou and his Christmas recipes - #4 gingerbread people

The last video doesn’t have an ad and Keiji is thankful for it. He’s getting hungry for things other than popcorn with all the recipes and the night is falling, making the room colder and his need for his husband stronger

Again, Koutarou shows up in his regular outfit but this time he’s not alone on the screen. Beside him, Shoyou, Atsumu and Kiyoomi stand, all wearing Santa hats and MSBY aprons. Atsumu and Shoyou look as happy as ever, smiling at the camera while Kiyoomi wears a mask but Keiji knows there’s no smile beneath it. In fact, Keiji wondered how on Earth Koutarou got Kiyoomi to agree to be on this video at all - probably involving some kind of bribing about which Keiji settled his mind in not wanting to know

“Hey Hey Hey everyone! Welcome back to the last Christmas special video of Owl Chef! Today we’ll not be making anything. Instead, we’ll use all our Christmas spirit to decorate these delicious gingerbread people! Yes, decorating is as important as cooking if you ask me and so I invited my beloved teammates to help me out! Please welcome Ninja Shoyou, Atsumu Miya and Kiyoomi Sakusa!”

“We’re so happy to be here, Bokuto-san!”

“Thanks fer inviting us!”

Kiyoomi, as expected, didn’t say anything

“So, let’s start! We have different colors here and the task is simple. We get to decorate two gingerbread men each and the judges will decide which ones are the prettiest. They’ll give them a rating from one to five, being one the worst and five the best. The gingerbread men with more points wins.” Koutarou said and the camera’s zoomed out, showing Rintarou, Wakatoshi and Kenma seated to the side. They waved at the camera and the MSBY boys started their work

The video fast-forwarded but Keiji could see concentration in their faces and had a clear image of what the tension in the room might feel like. This wasn’t volleyball alright, but they were pro-players, afterall. Natural competitors. Even Kiyoomi, who seemed to be unbothered by it, had a concentrated look as he decorated his gingerbread men

When they finished, Koutarou was the first to present his. They looked like regular gingerbread men with only one particularity to them: They wore white jerseys, one with the number 4 and another with the number 5. Keiji didn’t need the clarification but Koutarou spoke to the judges and not to him

“It’s me and my Keiji in our Fukurodani uniforms.”

Wakatoshi was the first judge to speak. “It’s cute that you drew your husband. For all the cuteness, my rating is four.”

“Honestly I think you could have done better. It’s a three for me.” Kenma says, unbothered

“I agree, this could have been made by my kindergarten niece. This is a two for me.” Suna replies and Koutarou pouts. Keiji instinctively throws popcorn at the screen, how dare they speak like that of the work of his beloved husband?

Keiji pauses the video and takes a deep breath, surprised with his own reaction. This was only a silly competition, why did he get so protective? Maybe it was the pouting, he didn’t like to see his husband sad. Keiji lets go of his anger and presses play again.

Next is Shoyou. His gingerbread men look pretty similar to Koutarou’s. Both wear a white jersey with the number 20 on it and have black hair. Their body, however, is painted in red. For the first one, the red ink goes up to his neck. For the second, it covers almost all the way to the eyes

“It’s Kageyama! The first one is his level of meanness when he’s playing other teams. The second it’s when he plays against me!”

Ushijima laughs. “This observation is very correct, I feel that too. It’s a five for me.”

“I loved it! A five for me too.” Kenma says and Koutarou immediately stands up

“Stop playing favorites!”

“I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.” Kuroo’s voice comes from somewhere behind the camera. “I bet if it were me against him, you’d still vote for Shoyou!”

“Well, yes. And if the two of you knew this, why did you invite me to be a judge here?”

Koutarou poked his tongue at him and didn’t reply. Suna then gave his own rating.

“I think not even my niece would draw something so atrocious, it looks like he’s full of blood. It’s a one for me, Shoyou.”

“Well, he is made of blood…” Shoyou tried to argue but Suna didn’t change his rating.

Atsumu’s gingerbread men were a little more sophisticated. He had drawn real faces on them and they both were a red jersey with the number 11 on it. The only difference was the color of their hair. One was blond and the other had brown hair

“Look at you, Miya, I didn’t know you could draw! Discovering new skills every day.” Kiyoomi teased from under his mask

“Shut up, Omi-omi, I’ve plenty skills! Ya’d known if ya paid more attention ta me!”

Before Kiyoomi could reply, Wakatoshi spoke. “It’s cute that you made yourself and your brother. It’s a five for me.”

“Four for me, this is pretty but not as nice as Shoyou’s.”

“Liar”, Atsumu mumbled

“I love that you made my Samu but you made the two of you look the same and everyone knows Samu is way prettier. Two for me.”

“WE LITERALLY HAVE THE SAME FACE, SUNARIN WHAT 'RE YA TALKING ABOUT? I cant’ believe I’ll lose to Shoyou’s atrocious thing! This is so unfair!” Atsumu stomped back as Kiyoomi made his way forward. Before showing his work, however, he placed a hand in Atsumu’s shoulder

“I think your gingerbread men look great. Good work.” There wasn’t any sarcasm in his voice and Atsmu started to reply when he glimpsed at Kiyoomi’s plate and became speechless. His mouth fell open as his eyes flickered from the plate in Kiyoomi’s hands to Kiyoomi’s eyes

Kiyoomi lowered his mask, a smirk on his face as he placed the plate in front of the judges. He had drawn the two men’s backs instead of their faces, one with blond hair and another with black hair, both wore a black jersey. In their backs, “Miya A” and “Miya K”

In shock, none of the judges spoke and Kiyoomi walked towards Atsumu before kneeling in front of him. The black box in his hand opened to reveal a beautiful ring and Kiyoomi couldn’t pop the question because Atsumu yelled “YES!” and jumped on him

The video cut and came back to all people on scene smiling and drying their tears while the camera focused on Koutarou. “In the end, the winner of this contest was love! Thanks for watching!”

Shoyou frowned and started complaining but before his words could be heard, the video ended. Keiji dried his own tears and got up, ready to call his husband and ask when he’d come home. As he unlocked the screen, the front door opened, revealing Koutarou carrying many food boxes whilst wearing his Santa hat and the “kiss the cook?” apron

Keiji mumbled “yes” before running to his husband’s arms and kissing him again and again

/fin

#bokuaka #bokuto koutaro #haikyuu fanfiction

[cielcius]

every time i see a post starting with rin, i think rin itoshi, my beloved, but never suna rintarou, my one and only

#violette’s rambling #drastically different people-ish #but i luv em both

[ao3feed-daisuga]

Haikyuu Team Chats

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44118709

by KittyKat2515

A bunch of chaotic gc madness between our beloved haikyuu characters. If you've read my Gay Volleyball Chatfic then you'll be seeing references to that in here

Words: 5823, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bobata Kazuma/Futamata Takeharu, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akagi Michinari/Komori Motoya, Ginjima Hitoshi/Oomimi Ren, Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Konoha Akinori/Washio Tatsuki, Kuguri Naoyasu/Shibayama Yuuki, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Kamasaki Yasushi/Moniwa Kaname, Hiroo Kouji/Sakishima Isumi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Chatting & Messaging, Song Lyrics, Lyric Pranks, Nishinoya Yuu & Tanaka Ryuunosuke are Bros, Yandere lyric prank, Iwaizumi Hajime Is So Done, Haikyuu mom squad, Mentioned Michimiya Yui, Michimiya and Suga are little shits, Pranks, Everyone being little shits

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/44118709

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #daisuga #hq

[k9wa]

suna pfp 👁️

suna rintarou my second most beloved my squingy my spoingle my scrunk my spingus

#i literally just changed it omg r u stalking me… #/j teehee #look at him hes just a guy!! #HAUNTING

[2018-01-20]

HI BOO!!! How have you been? I see you’re back to your haikyuu phase Suna Rintarou beloved indeed <3

I’m not sure if you’re still in a writing slump, but I do hope you’re feeling less of a writer’s block!!

Also ur theme looks great wdym smh it doesn’t look ugly!!!

SHERRY SHERRY SHERRY MY BELOVED <33 hihi!! ive been doing absolutely fantastic, and i hope you are too :D and yes,,,, i am in so love with him HAHSJDHS hes so cute n pretty n AGH WHATS NOT TO LOVE JSHSJANSH

thank u sm!!! the luck and wishes u have sent my way made me able to write 1k words in one sitting yesterday hehe!!! i am very much feeling less of a writer’s block, tHANKk U MWAH!!

HAHSHSHS UR GONNA MAKE ME BLUSH N GIGGLE AWWW 😭💗 THANK UU AGAIN!!! it looks better now and actually making gradient colors was kinda therapeutic,,,, but also a pain in the ass HAHA

whos ur fav in haikyuu?! i hope u r doing well too, i wish that u have a vv good day >:D

#c02z askz #mwahhh

[kurolumiis]

ABOUT LUMA ! xiao & scara’s beloved

my names luma, also go by kuro ! i’m 17, non-binary, bisexual, poly, & a scorpio. i like reading, writing, kuromi, anime, manga, making ocs, animals, music, & sleeping <3

my fav music artists are chase atlantic, the weeknd, arctic monkeys, cigarettes after sex, & the neighbourhood. i separate art from the artist as well !

my main selfship is scaralumxiao - scaramouche x luma x xiao from genshin impact & lumheng - luma x dan heng from honkai: star rail, osaluma - luma x 16 years old!dazai <3

i’m hypersexual and use smut to cope, if you don’t like it, kindly leave. but please do not bash on my coping mechanisms, i’m trying my best </3

i love making new friends, so feel free to hop into my inbox at anytime <3 i do have anons on but had them off for a while due to hate in the past i just wasn’t mentally prepared for, so please be kind, any hate will be deleted. i’m usually online and can reply soon, but no pressure. all i ask is that you follow basic dni criteria !

please pay attention to my triggers and respect them: r.pe, abuse, incest / stepcest, cheating, s.icide

my comfort characters are: xiao, scaramouche, gaming, bennett, razor, chongyun, dan heng, march 7th, kurapika kurta, dazai osamu, edogawa ranpo, nakajima atsushi, fushiguro megumi, inumaki toge, itadori yuji, kugisaki nobara, sugawara koshi, kozume kenma, suna rintarou, tendou satori, tokito muichiro, kanroji mitsuri, armin arlert, sasha braus, misa amane, L lawliet, kaneki ken, oka ruto, yuri (DDLC)

WHAT MY BELOVEDS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT ME (platonic & romantic)

xiao: “luma? what about them? oh, you want to know what i think of them? they’re a very strong and caring individual, always wanting to put others before their own needs. i just wish they could see their worth. love them? i have no time for foolish emotions like love.”

scaramouche: “you want to know what i think about luma? i think they’re a bit troubled but, it’s justified. they’ve been through a lot and…*sighs* i’m proud of them for continuing on. i dunno what i’d do without them.”

kaedehara kazuha: “luma’s a delight to be around, i could listen to them ramble about their hyperfixations for hours. d—do i have feelings for them? i..i might.”

shikanoin heizou: “ah, so you wanna hear about what i think about luma, hmm? they’re a little crazy but i’m into it. they’re very strong and loyal and if you’re on good terms with them, they would defend you with their life. i wish the best for them, i truly do. the world was cruel to them at a young age and it’s irreversible unfortunately.”

gaming: “ah luma! they’re a close friend of mine. though we’ve only known each other for a short amount of time, we grew very close. they understood my situation with my family and didn’t try to pry into it. they were and always are respectful and sweet!”

bennett: “luma? what is it? did they say something about me? oh, my opinion on them? they’ve been through so much and still stand strong. i’m proud of them and look up to them a lot. they don’t care about my bad luck, treating me like a normal human being. so yeah, i’m really grateful for them.”

dan heng: “luma’s an interesting person. like me, they’re closed off about their past. it has yet to be revealed to the astral express but what we’ve heard, it’s truly tragic. i only wish that maybe one day, someone will save them.”

march 7th: “luma? that’s my best friend! they’re kind and caring and chaotic, which i love about them. i wanna be able to keep traveling across the galaxy with them.”

kurapika kurta: “luma is my muse, my soulmate, my reason for living. i wouldn’t trade them for anything, i can get the eyes back on my own. but luma, i can never abandon luma.”

dazai osamu: “luma? do i like them? well, they’re certainly attractive. they’ve mentioned my crazy matches their crazy, which i’m into. luma’s been there for me more than anyone else, so i owe a lot to them. so to answer your question…yes, i do like them.”

fushiguro megumi: “luma’s a determined human being, when they want something, they’ll do anything to get it. of course, this comes to things they want. things such as school don’t interest them. i’ve been trying to help them study but they keep avoiding the times we scheduled to study. they’re a lot like me, which makes me feel less alone. every night i lose sleep because they blast their music, i’ve even picked up the lyrics to a few songs they like. i only hope i can make them feel the same way, or if they feel the same way about me.”

inumaki toge (written in journal): “luma is an interesting individual, chaotic and energetic one minute, drained and defeated the next. i assume it’s because of their past, which i do not blame them for. i can tell the world has been too cruel to them. i wish i could take their pain away, more than anything.”

[ lumxiao art by @sunflawyer ]

#—about luma #kuromi divider by @/pommecita

[osamusbigtits]

suna getting drunk for the first time. he's with the twins- they're a bad influence, lmao- and they've gotten drunk before. mama miya doesn't encourage it but she prefers they do it at home where she can keep an eye on them. and suna's kind of a mess after one drink. the twins didn't think that suna would be a giggly drunk, but suna finds everything so funny. and he's also so so clingy. he latched on to osamu's arm and wouldn't let go. and somehow he ended up in osamu's lap a couple drinks later. it doesn't help that osamu's also a clingy drunk and is just holding suna- did he pull suna into his lap? he can't remember- and atsumu's making fun of both of them.

#high school sunaosa... my beloved... #hq #miya osamu #suna rintarō #suna rintarou #sunaosa #osasuna #miya atsumu #bex thoughts

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Haikyuu Team Chats

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DawdCA4

by KittyKat2515

A bunch of chaotic gc madness between our beloved haikyuu characters. If you've read my Gay Volleyball Chatfic then you'll be seeing references to that in here

Words: 5823, Chapters: 7/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Relationships: Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Bobata Kazuma/Futamata Takeharu, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Akagi Michinari/Komori Motoya, Ginjima Hitoshi/Oomimi Ren, Daishou Suguru/Terushima Yuuji, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Konoha Akinori/Washio Tatsuki, Kuguri Naoyasu/Shibayama Yuuki, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Kindaichi Yuutarou/Kunimi Akira, Kyoutani Kentarou/Yahaba Shigeru, Kamasaki Yasushi/Moniwa Kaname, Hiroo Kouji/Sakishima Isumi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Takeda Ittetsu/Ukai Keishin

Additional Tags: Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Chatting & Messaging, Song Lyrics, Lyric Pranks, Nishinoya Yuu & Tanaka Ryuunosuke are Bros, Yandere lyric prank, Iwaizumi Hajime Is So Done, Haikyuu mom squad, Mentioned Michimiya Yui, Michimiya and Suga are little shits, Pranks, Everyone being little shits

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/DawdCA4

#iwaoi #iwaizumi hajime #oikawa tooru #ao3feed-iwaoi #haikyuu!!