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tendouluvr · 3 years

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not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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dadbodosamu · 3 years

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only you || part v

Stepdad!Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: spit, semi-public sex, alcohol, oral (f+m receiving), male masturbation, female masturbation, daddy kink, breeding kink, squirting, hair pulling, cum eating

5.6k words

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

“Can’t I just stay the night?” Atsumu groaned as he got dressed.

“We’re going out tonight,” Osamu said, throwing Atsumu’s shirt at him.

You rolled over in the bed, pulling the blanket over your nude form. You propped yourself up on your elbow, appreciating Osamu’s strong body as he pulled his boxers up.

“Good morning, baby,” Osamu said, smiling as he leaned down to peck your lips.

“Mmm, morning,” you hummed. “What time is it?”

“Five in the afternoon,” he said. “You only slept for a few hours.”

You nodded, stretching out and yawning. “I’m going to shower,” you mumbled, sitting up.

You looked at Atsumu, who was still standing in your room.

“What?” He asked, finally noticing you staring at him.

“Get out,” you said, gesturing towards the door.

“Like I wasn’t just balls deep in yer pussy,” he grumbled, crossing his arms and walking out.

“Like you didn’t nearly cum in your pants while I choked you!” You called after him. You smiled as you heard him grumbling from the hallway.

“Ya okay?” Osamu asked.

You shrugged as you stood up on wobbly legs. “A little sore.”

You took a step towards your bathroom and your knees buckled. Thankfully, Osamu managed to grab your waist before you could fall.

“Let me help ya,” he said, holding you steady as you shakily walked to the bathroom. He sat you on the edge of the tub as he started the shower.

“I’ve got it from here,” you said. Your legs shook as you stood up but they stayed under you.

“Call if ya need me,” Osamu said, helping you into the shower.

You showered quickly. You brushed your teeth and fixed your hair before joining the twins in the living room.

“You never said where we were going tonight,” you said, curling up by Osamu on the couch. “How should I dress?”

“Casual,” he said, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. “What you’re wearing now is fine.”

You glanced down at the sundress you were wearing. It was longer than your other one, so it already had Osamu’s stamp of approval.

You nodded and rested your head on his shoulder.

“We’re getting dinner? Great, where are we going?” Atsumu asked, plopping down next to you.

“We’re getting dinner and yer goin’ home,” Osamu said.

“Worth a try,” Atsumu said, shrugging. “Kiss goodbye?”

“I’m gonna kick yer ass,” Osamu said. Atsumu stood with a smirk.

“Not even a lil one?” Atsumu said. You smiled and stood up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Don’t forget to cover that bruise on your throat,” you said, sitting back down. Atsumu whipped out his phone, swearing loudly when he saw the hand-shaped bruise across his neck.

“Damn it, what am I supposed to tell the boys?” Atsumu asked.

You shrugged as you cuddled into Osamu’s side.

“That you like getting choked by cute girls?” You suggested. “Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Atsumu groaned out a goodbye as he left.

Osamu pulled you into his lap and peppered kisses on your face as you giggled.

“Not that I don’t like it, but what was that for?” You asked, smiling after he kissed your lips.

“What, I can’t kiss my girlfriend?” Osamu asked, kissing your nose again. “Just wanna remind ya who ya belong to.”

“Never forgot,” you said, pecking his lips. “Need I remind you whose name I was moaning the whole time?”

You cupped his face and peppered him with kisses. “I love you, Miya Osamu.”

“I love ya,” Osamu said, kissing your lips one more time. “Let me go get dressed and we can go eat.”

“I guess I can let you go,” you said, moving off his lap. You laid on the couch, watching him walk down the hallway.

You checked your phone, responding to a few messages from your school friends and checking your socials. As expected, your mom’s ‘it’s complicated’ status had garnered a lot of attention. Comments ranging from ‘oh, i’m sorry sweetie’ to ‘i never liked him anyway’ to, to your joy, ‘he was too young for you anyway, don’t you have a daughter his age?’.

You cackled as you scrolled through the comments. Your mom had even responded to some, stating ‘he knows what he did’. You rolled your eyes and closed your facebook.

“Ready?” Osamu asked, stepping in front of you.

“When you are,” you said.

The restaurant was small and cozy, with the scent of fresh bread filling the air. You smiled as Osamu led you to a table in a secluded corner, pulling out your seat for you before sitting across from you.

“Everything here is fantastic,” Osamu said as you read over the menu. “My friend from uni runs this place, he’s almost a better chef than I am.”

“Almost?” You questioned. “So humble, Osamu.”

“Miya-kun!” A man exclaimed, rushing towards your table.

“Takahashi-kun,” Osamu greeted, smiling at the man.

“It’s been a while!” Takahashi said. “This the wife?”

You winced.

“Ah, not yet,” Osamu said. “I’m actually in the process of getting a divorce. This is my girlfriend, L/n Y/n.”

You smiled widely. “Hi, nice to meet you,” you said.

“Nice to meet you! It’s nice that you managed to get Miya to drag you out here, he rarely makes time to come visit his old friends,” Takahashi said. “I think I met the wife once? Maybe twice.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Osamu said. Takahashi rolled his eyes. “You can also visit me.”

“I have my own restaurant to run,” Takahashi said with a small laugh. “Speaking of, what can I start you off with?”

Your food came out quickly. Takahashi made polite conversation before leaving you two by yourselves.

“So, tell me about your childhood,” you said. “I feel like we only ever talk about me.”

“What do ya wanna know?” Osamu asked, taking a bite of his rice.

“What are your parents like?” You asked.

“My ma raised us alone,” Osamu said. He smiled before continuing. “Our dad wasn’t that great, he left when we were still babies.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said.

Osamu shrugged. “He wasn’t a great guy, anyway. Leaving was probably the best thing he ever did for us. He used to abuse my ma. He tried to come back when Tsumu and I were in high school, but we ran him off.”

“Ran him off?” You asked.

“He got a lil too hands-on with ma, and Tsumu and I kicked his ass out the door and told him not to come back,” Osamu said. “And that was the last time we saw him.”

You hummed. “Good for you, then.”

“But yeah, ma raised us by herself, never remarried or anything. She worked two jobs just to support us and put us through volleyball,” Osamu said. “But she never missed a game.”

“She sounds great,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“She is,” Osamu said, smiling fondly. “I can’t wait for ya to meet her.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” you said, smiling. “Tell me something else, I want to know everything.”

Osamu smiled at you before reaching across the table and grabbing your free hand.

“Tsumu and I have always been really competitive,” Osamu started. You smiled at him as he spoke.

“I really enjoyed the food,” you told Takahashi as he cleared off your table. “And thank you for the dessert, it was amazing.

“Anything for a friend!” Takahashi exclaimed, stacking the two empty plates in his hands. “And don’t worry about the bill, consider it on the house.”

“I owe you one,” Osamu said.

“I’ll take salted salmon onigiri and your miso soup any day of the week,” Takahashi said, smiling widely. “It was nice meeting you, and Miya-kun, it was nice seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I’ll try to come by more often,” Osamu said. You both stood after Takahashi disappeared into the kitchen. Osamu grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the restaurant.

“That was nice,” you said, swinging yours and Osamu’s arms.

“It was,” Osamu agreed. “What do ya want to do now?”

“I don’t know, do you have anything in mind?” You asked.

“There’s a club I like that’s not too far from here,” Osamu said.

“That sounds fun,” you said, smiling. “You’re buying the first round of drinks.”

“Deal,” Osamu said. He stopped abruptly, tugging you into his chest and leaning down. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips.

“You keep saying that like the world’ll end if you don’t,” you teased, standing on your tiptoes to kiss him again.

“Jus’ don’t want ya to forget,” Osamu mumbled. “Gotta remind ya.”

“I think it’s sweet,” you said. You intertwined your fingers with his and brought his hand up to your lips. “I love you, too.”

You smiled as Osamu handed you a glass.

“One vodka cran for my princess,” he said, sliding into the booth next to you.

“Thank you,” you said. You took a sip of your drink and made a face. “A little light on the cran.”

“Lightweight,” Osamu teased. He tossed back his glass of whiskey and shivered. “Ugh.”

“Lightweight,” you mocked, elbowing his side. You downed your drink. ��Dance with me?”

“Of course, anything my princess wants,” Osamu said. He pulled you out of the booth and onto the dance floor.

Osamu’s hands rested on your hips as you ground against him. It wasn’t long before Osamu was turning you around, pulling you against his body as his hips moved to the beat. Your bodies moved together, grinding and bumping against each other as the two of you felt the rhythm.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to face you.

“Ya look like a goddess,” Osamu breathed in your ear. “Every guy in this club has his eyes on ya.”

You let out a shaky moan as Osamu’s hips dragged against yours.

“Come on,” Osamu mumbled, pulling you through the dancing bodies.

Osamu led you into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. He sat you on the edge of the sink, lips slotting against yours sloppily.

“Samu,” you said, running your hands up his shirt as he pushed your dress up around your waist. “Wanna feel you.”

“Later, princess,” he said, pushing his jeans down just enough to release his cock. “Gotta be in ya.”

He tugged your panties to the side and pressed the head of his cock flush against your entrance.

“I love ya,” he said, pecking your lips before pushing into you. You let out a high moan as he stretched you.

“Gen-gentle,” you stuttered. “Still sore from earlier.”

“Oh, princess, I got ya,” Osamu said, tip kissing your cervix. He held you tightly against him as he slowly thrusted into you. You moaned softly as you rested your head against his chest.

“Love ya so much, jus’ wanna fill ya with my babies,” Osamu said. You moaned, wrapping your legs around him and pulling him in deeper.

“Love you,” you moaned, kissing his neck. Osamu reached between you and rubbed your clit slowly, in time with his thrusts.

“Not gonna last,” he groaned. The fingers on your clit sped up. “Cream around my cock, princess.”

Your hands clenched in Osamu’s shirt as your stomach tightens. Your thighs trembled as you moaned in his ear.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Osamu groaned. His cock twitched as your walls clamped around him. You came with a soft moan, burying your face in his neck as Osamu filled you with cum.

“Samu,” you whined as he pulled out. A mix of yours and his cum slowly leaked out of your stretched hole.

“Hold on,” Osamu said, kneeling in front of you. He tossed your legs over his shoulders and licked a bold stripe up your cum coated folds.

“Osamu!” You exclaimed, legs twitching as his tongue licked deep into your hole. You moaned as he ate you out like a man starved, slurping up cum and spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to lick deeper.

“Taste so good with my cum leakin’ outta ya,” Osamu moaned. He stood up and kissed you, pushing cum into your waiting mouth. You moaned and swallowed instinctively.

You hummed and kissed him again. “Mmm, thank you,” you mumbled against his lips.

“Come on, I’m about ready to get ya outta that dress,” Osamu said, lifting you off the sink. Your legs shook as you stood up, and Osamu wrapped his arm around you to keep you steady.

“Let’s go home,” you said, smiling at him.

“Baby, no,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in your bed. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you back down against his chest.

“We’re supposed to meet the boys in an hour,” you said, struggling to escape Osamu’s iron grip around you. “I need to shower and get my stuff together.”

“Can’t we just cancel?” Osamu asked, holding you tighter. “Just, I wanna spend the day with ya. We can do whatever ya want.”

“Baby, we still have three free days before my mom gets back,” you said. “Let’s just go play this game and then we can come back home and spend the rest of the day in bed.”

Osamu pouted but let you go.

“Thank you,” you said, crawling over him. You pecked his lips before you rolled out of bed. “Come shower with me?”

Osamu was up immediately, following you to your bathroom.

Your shower lasted longer than it should’ve, thanks to Osamu. As soon as the water hit your body, his lips were glued to your skin, his hands on your waist. Before you knew it, you were pressed against the cool, shower wall as he fucked you from behind.

“We’re gonna be late,” you complained as you got dressed.

“Didn’t hear ya complainin’ when ya were cummin’ ‘round my cock, princess,” Osamu said, kissing your head.

You swatted him away, glaring at him.

“You’re insatiable,” you grumbled, tossing a pair of black spandex shorts in your gym bag.

“I’ll show ya insatiable,” he said, hugging you from behind. His hand slipped down the front of your skirt, teasing the edge of your panties as he sucked on your neck.

“Samu, no,” you said, making no move to push him off. You bucked against his hand as his fingers circled your clit.

“Come on, baby,” Osamu mumbled, lips pressed against your skin. “Let me make ya cum one more time.”

You huffed. “Five minutes, then we’re leaving.”

“More than enough.”

“Hey, hey, hey!” Bokuto exclaimed, hugging you tightly as you walked onto the court.

“Bokkun!” You exclaimed, smiling widely as he spun you around.

“Y/n-chan!” Hinata exclaimed, hugging you as soon as Bokuto sat you down.

“My favourite niece!” Atsumu shouted, running across the court to greet you. Sakusa followed after him, offering you a casual nod as Atsumu hugged you.

“I might as well not even be here,” Osamu said, crossing his arms.

“Osamu-kun!” Hinata exclaimed, throwing himself at the man. Osamu immediately caught him, and tossed him back on his feet.

“Just a hello would’ve been fine,” Osamu said.

You giggled as he walked over to you, gluing himself to your side.

“Let us go change and we can get started,” you said.

“Locker rooms are that way,” Sakusa said, pointing towards the end of the gym. “Hope you don’t mind using the men’s, the women’s is locked up today.”

“It’s fine,” you said, shrugging. You followed Osamu into the locker rooms and changed quickly.

“Hey,” Osamu called before you could walk out. You turned towards him. “I love ya.” He pecked your lips before following you out of the locker rooms.

“Okay, let’s play!” You exclaimed, clapping your hands together.

Hinata whooped loudly as he jogged towards you.

“We’re gonna crush them!” He exclaimed. Bokuto high fived you both as Osamu joined Atsumu and Sakusa.

“Let’s warm up first,” you said, smiling.

You stretched out, rolling your shoulders before getting into position. You set a few balls for both boys before Sakusa called for the game to start.

The game lasted five sets, your team winning three of them. After Hinata scored the last point, Bokuto pulled you into a tight hug, spinning you around.

“Aha! Suck it!” You shouted once Bokuto put you down. Atsumu flipped you off, smiling regardless.

“We let you win,” Osamu said, ducking under the net. You rolled your eyes as he pulled you into a hug.

“Oh, sure,” you said.

“No hugging the enemy!” Atsumu exclaimed. Sakusa slapped him on the back of the head before hugging you quickly.

“You’re good, probably better than Atsumu,” Sakusa said. You smiled widely.

“Thanks,” you said as Osamu wrapped his arm around your waist. Bokuto and Hinata both gave you a look.

“I have something to tell ya,” Osamu said. You cocked an eyebrow as you looked up at him. “M/n and I are getting a divorce.”

“Finally,” Bokuto groaned. “I couldn’t take her hitting on me every time we saw each other.”

“So, you’re with her daughter now?” Sakusa asked. Your face heated up as Osamu nodded.

“And this isn’t just you trying to get back at her for trying to sleep with us?” Sakusa asked.

“No, I love Y/n,” Osamu said, glancing down at you with a smile.

“And I love you,” you said.

“As sweet as that is, isn’t it a little fast?” Sakusa asked.

“Probably,” you said. “But who cares? My mom’ll probably be remarried by the end of the year.”

“We know the relationship is a little taboo,” Osamu said, “but we just can’t help it.”

“Pay up,” Hinata said, grinning widely as he held his hand out to Bokuto.

“Fuck you,” Bokuto grumbled, handing a bill over to Hinata.

“What exactly did you two bet on?” You asked.

“When you two would get together,” Hinata said. “Bokuto-kun bet it would be the next time you visited.”

“Should’ve known Osamu-kun would move fast,” Bokuto said, hair drooping.

“Atsumu obviously already knew,” Sakusa said. Atsumu smiled widely.

“It’s a twin thing,” he said.

“Shut up, you literally caught us,” you said, shoving the blond twin.

“But it was my twin senses which led me to catching you,” Atsumu said. You rolled your eyes.

“Anyway, lunch?” You asked.

“Baby, you promised,” Osamu groaned as you sat up in bed.

“Promised what?” You asked, stretching your arms out.

“We could spend one of our days in bed,” Osamu said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you back down.

“One, I never promised that,” you said. “And two, I need to pee. Then I’ll come right back to bed.”

“Fine,” Osamu said, pouting. He released you from his hold. You hopped up and walked to the bathroom. You showered quickly and brushed your teeth before redressing in your pajamas (Osamu’s t-shirt and a pair of his boxers).

“Ya take too long,” Osamu grumbled as you crawled back into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest.

“I took ten minutes to shower and wash off, sue me,” you said, rolling your eyes.

Osamu rolled over, pulling you on top of him. “Why wash off when I’m about to make ya dirty again?”

You laughed. “That was so bad, Samu.”

Osamu pushed your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the floor. He grabbed your breasts, squeezing them and teasing your nipples with his fingers.

“Samu,” you moaned, running your hands over his broad chest. “Let me.”

Osamu pulled his hands away from your skin as you leaned down. Your plush lips wrapped around his left nipple, your tongue teasing the cool, metal barbell as you pinched his other nipple with your fingers.

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed, lowly. His back arched as your free hand drifted to his half hard dick. You palmed him through his boxers, heart racing as you felt him harden beneath your touch.

You pulled back, a string of saliva still connecting you to Osamu. You pinched his swollen, spit-covered nipple, drawing out a high pitched moan from him as you switched to the other.

“Baby,” Osamu breathed, tugging your hair as you suckled his nipple. You hummed in response. “Feels good.”

You smiled against his skin as you continued to palm him. You pushed his boxers down, freeing his cock. You pulled away, straddling him.

“Wanna watch you,” you said, running your hands over his soft stomach.

“Watch me what, baby?” He asked, settling his hands on your hips.

“Wanna watch you get off,” you said. “Please, Samu, I wanna watch you touch yourself.”

“Why would I do that when yer right here?” He asked, moving your hips so you ground against his cock.

“Please,” you begged. “Please, I wanna know what you look like when you’re getting yourself off. Please, daddy, for me.”

Osamu sighed. “Fine, just for ya, princess.”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” you said, leaning down and kissing him. You moved off of him, watching as he kicked his boxers off.

Osamu wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and let out a shaky breath. He pumped himself once, twice before letting his free hand drift to his puffy nipples.

“Y/n,” he moaned, softly as you leaned back, pushing your hand under the waistband of Osamu’s boxers you were wearing.

“I’m right here, baby,” you said, reaching out with your free hand to touch his shoulder. He relaxed at your touch and pumped his length slowly.

“Doesn’t feel like ya,” Osamu whined as he thumbed his slit. You pressed two fingers against your clit as he gathered precum on his thumb.

“Let me taste,” you said, grabbing his arm. He lifted his hand to your face, letting you suck his thumb into your mouth, licking the precum away.

“Just want ya to touch me,” Osamu said as you hollowed your cheeks around his thumb.

“After you get yourself off,” you said, rubbing your clit in slow circles. Osamu whined as you let out a soft moan.

“Samu,” you moaned, rubbing your clit. “Let me see you.”

Osamu gripped his cock once again. Precum leaked down the side as he slowly pumped himself.

“Baby, take ‘em off,” he said, tugging at the boxers you were wearing. You pushed them down and spread your legs as Osamu watched you dip your fingers into your wet heat.

“Fuck,” he groaned, pinching his nipple and pumping his length faster. His thumb teased the metal barbell as he moaned.

“Samu,” you said, holding your wet fingers up to his face. He groaned at the scent and sucked your fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as he gently squeezed his balls.

“Please, please, I want you to touch me,” he moaned as you pulled your fingers away. You pushed his hands away and straddled him. His cock slotted neatly in your wet folds as you ground against him. You moaned as the head of his cock rubbed against your clit.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Osamu groaned, intertwining your fingers with his. “Just for me, isn’t that right, baby?”

“Just for you,” you moaned, rolling your hips furiously.

“Let me fuck ya,” he said. “Need to be in yer sweet cunt.”

You shook your head. “Sore from yesterday.”

Osamu’s head fell back with a groan. “And with any luck ya will be sore the rest of yer life.”

“Just- just cockwarming,” you said. Osamu nodded and carefully slid the tip into your wet heat.

“Son ofa bitch,” Osamu swore as your gummy walls clenched around him. He slowly bottomed out as you moaned in his ear.

“Oh,” you moaned as his fat cock stretched and molded your cunt. You wrapped your arms around his neck and leaned your forehead against his. “Feels so good.”

“Takin’ my cock so well,” Osamu breathed. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned back against the headboard, holding you closely. “Good girl.”

Your walls tightened at his praise. You sighed as you rested against Osamu’s chest.

“I want this forever,” you mumbled.

“My cock?”

“You, dummy,” you said, smiling as you looked up at him. “I want you forever.”

“Ya can’t say shit like that,” Osamu said, rolling his hips. “Makes me wanna flip ya over and put yer ankles over my shoulders.”

“Do it,” you challenged. Osamu groaned as he flipped you over.

“Yer askin’ for it, lil girl,” he said, pushing your knees up to your chest. You moaned as he pulled out, only to snap his hips against your ass.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as he split you open over his cock.

“I love ya, baby,” he grunted, grabbing your ankles. You cried out as he spread your legs out. You fisted the sheets beneath you as he pounded into you.

“L-Love you,” you stuttered. His cock hit every spot in you, without trying. The cool metal that teased your walls only added to the stimulation.

“Want ya to squirt all over my cock, baby,” he said, putting one of your legs over his shoulder as he reached down to slap your clit. You squealed as he slapped it again before rubbing two fingers over it.

“S-Samu!” You cried as he pulled out. He grabbed your ankles with one hand and pushed them up, folding you in half.

“Such a cute, lil pussy,” he cooed, rubbing his fingers down your slit. Your walls fluttered around nothing. “She’s just cryin’ fer me.”

“Samu, please,” you cried. Osamu leaned down and spat directly in your hole before shoving three fingers in you.

“Clenchin’ ‘round my fingers like a whore,” he said. “Ya want my cock, baby?”

“Please, please!” You moaned loudly. “Samu, please, I want your cock in me!”

“Oh?” He asked, pressing the head of his cock against your clenching hole. He ran the head through your folds, pausing to tease your swollen clit and fluttering hole.

“Daddy!” You cried. “Daddy, I want it!”

Osamu pushed forward, shoving his cock in your tight core. You moaned as he bottomed out, the tip of his cock pressed against your cervix.

“Does my baby feel better with daddy’s cock in her?” Osamu cooed, dropping your legs on his shoulders.

You nodded. “Love daddy’s cock in me,” you moaned.

“I know, baby,” Osamu said. “Ya were made to take my cock. Isn’t that right, princess? Yer just a sweet, lil cocksleeve, meant to take daddy’s cock whenever he wants.”

“‘m jus’ daddy’s cocksleeve,” you moaned. “I was made to take daddy’s cock.”

“Good girl,” Osamu praised, slowly thrusting into you. “Yer gonna be my lil housewife, pregnant with my babies.”

You moaned, unable to speak as Osamu shoved three of his fingers in your mouth.

“Suck,” he ordered. You hollowed your cheeks, tears running down your cheeks as you gagged on his fingers. “Good girl.”

“Wanna be your good, little, housewife,” you moaned as he pulled his fingers away.

“Aw, baby, ya will be,” he said. He reached down to circle your clit. “Cream around my cock, baby.”

“Daddy,” you whined as your stomach tightened. Osamu thrusted into you harder. You cried out as your walls clamped around him, juices gushing.

“There’s my girl,” Osamu said, continuing to thrust into you. You whimpered as his cock twitched inside you.

“Cum in me, daddy, please,” you begged. “Breed me, breed me, I want you to fill me up!”

“Gonna give ya my babies,” he grunted. Osamu moaned loudly as your walls fluttered around him, finally milking an orgasm from him. His balls tightened as he filled you up. Cum dripped down your skin as he fucked you through his orgasm.

“Too much, too much,” you whined as Osamu rubbed your clit.

“Just one more,” he said. You whined as he pulled out. Quickly, before his cum could leak out, he pushed his fingers in you.

“Samu!” You whimpered as his thumb rubbed over your overly sensitive clit.

“Come on,” he grunted, rubbing your clit faster. You moaned loudly.

“Samu, Samu, Samu!” You moaned. He leaned down and wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking harshly as he fingered you.

“Cum in my mouth, princess,” he murmured. Your thighs shook as his tongue pressed against your clit.

“Samu!” You exclaimed as you squirted into his open mouth. A mixture of your juices and his cum dripped onto the sheets and down Osamu’s chin.

“That’s my good girl,” Osamu said, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“You’re too much,” you huffed, relaxing into the bed. Osamu smiled at you as he laid next to you.

“Breakfast in bed?” He asked. You shook your head.

“We have to clean these sheets,” you said, glancing down at the wet spot below you.

“But then we can get back in bed, right?” Osamu asked.

You smiled and nodded. “After we eat and wash the sheets, sure. And you need a shower, you smell like sex.”

“Join me?” He asked.

“No funny business, Miya Osamu.”

“Omurice and onion soup for one princess,” Osamu said, setting a plate in front of you. You smiled at the cute, panda-shaped omurice.

“Thank you,” you said. Osamu sat next to you with his own plate.

“I was thinking tomorrow we could go visit the Izanagi shrine,” Osamu said, slurping his soup.

“I’ve never been to the Izanagi shrine,” you said.

“It’s dedicated to Izanagi and Izanami,” Osamu said. You nodded.

“Sounds good,” you said. “Izanami is the goddess of creation and death isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Izanagi was her husband. The moon and sun were born from his eyes.”

“That sounds interesting,” you said. “I’ll go.”

You ate in silence, apart from music playing from the tv in the living room.

“Back to bed?” Osamu asked after washing the dishes. You smiled and nodded.

“Back to bed,” you confirmed. Osamu lifted you easily and pecked your lips as he carried you back to bed. The freshly made bed was quickly ruined as Osamu laid you on your back, gently.

He kissed you softly before kissing down your neck. He made quick work of removing your tank top and sucking your left nipple into his mouth as he teased the other with his fingers. You moaned softly as he switched then continued to kiss down your stomach.

“Samu,” you said softly, threading your fingers in his hair.

“Jus’ let me take care of ya,” he breathed, running his fingers down your thighs, pulling your underwear down. You sighed as Osamu kissed up your inner thigh, stopping at your pubic area.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Osamu said, running his finger through your folds. “Gonna make ya cum on my tongue, princess.”

“Samu,” you moaned as he licked broadly up your slit. He moved your legs over his shoulders and wrapped his lips around your clit. He alternated between teasing it with his tongue and sucking at it softly.

“One or two?” Osamu asked.

“Two,” you said.

Osamu slowly pushed two fingers in your opening. Your mouth fell open with a low moan as he scissored you open and tongued at your clit.

“Osamu,” you moaned, tugging his hair. Osamu groaned, vibrating against your clit. “Oh?”

You gave another experimental tug, receiving the same response.

“Ya keep pulling my hair and I’m gonna fuck ya without finishing down here,” Osamu said, pulling away from you. You stared him in the eyes and pulled his hair again.

He moaned then glared up at you. “I wanted to treat ya real nice before I fucked ya again.”

“And I just want you in me,” you said. Osamu crawled up your body, hovering over you as he kissed you deeply.

“What my princess wants, she gets,” Osamu said. He kicked off his boxers and flipped you over so that you were on top.

“Want you in my mouth,” you mumbled, staring down at his hard cock. Your mouth was watering as his cock rested against his lower stomach, head swollen and dark pink, leaking precum.

“What was that, baby?” Osamu asked.

“Wanna suck you off,” you said, looking up at him. You scrambled down the mattress before he could say anything, spreading his legs slightly.

“G’head, baby,” he said, putting his hands behind his head as you placed a kitten lick to the leaking tip. You moaned at the salty taste.

You ran your tongue down his length, stopping to tease his balls. Osamu hissed as you sucked one in your mouth, gently running your tongue around it.

“Fuck, baby,” Osamu said, reaching down to grab your hair. You pulled back and pumped his cock once, twice, three times before taking the tip in your mouth. You hollowed your cheeks as you pumped the rest of his length.

“I know ya can take more than that,” Osamu said. You ignored him as your hand came up to play with his balls.

“Leave me alone,” you said, pulling back. “Just let me make you feel good.”

You took the tip back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. Slowly, you took more of his cock in your mouth until he hit the back of your throat. Tears burned at your eyes as you gagged. Osamu groaned and bucked his hips.

“Good girl,” Osamu groaned, pulling your hair gently. You moaned around him, bobbing your head and wrapping your hand around whatever couldn’t fit in your mouth. Your other hand squeezed his balls lightly.

“Fuck, gonna cum,” Osamu grunted as his balls tightened in your hand. You pulled back.

“Cum in my mouth,” you said. You wrapped your lips around the tip and sucked. Your tongue swirled around, moaning at the taste of his precum.

“Fuck, fuck,” Osamu swore, pushing your head down his length as he came down your throat. You swallowed most of it before crawling up the bed and meeting Osamu with a messy kiss. Spit and cum ran down your chins as your tongues danced together.

“I love you,” you mumbled, as Osamu wiped your chin clean with a discarded shirt before wiping his own.

“I love you, too, baby.”

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frogtanii · 3 years

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hi! noah anon here again, um ahaha, i may have been inspired to write a part 2 to my previous atsumu hurt/comfort drabble, i hope that's okay! ive been living for protective!y/n ever since they fought meiko for suga, so i wanted to sort of portray that!

from the way atsumu's breathing had evened out, you assumed he'd finally fallen asleep. exhaustion from the rough night he had taking over as he laid in your bed, wrapped up in your comforting embrace. atsumu's forehead rested in the crook of your neck and his nose pressed up against your collarbone, soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin. his arm laid across your stomach, keeping you close. for the first time since he walked into your room that night, he looked peaceful.

you on the other hand, were pissed; still stewing with rage over the events of the night. the main target of your aggression being none other than miya osamu himself. how could someone be so cold to their own twin?

the more you thought about it, the more restless you got, a pit of frustration growing and twisting uncomfortably in your gut. laying still was starting to prove a difficult task. with all of this frustrated energy you just needed to move — do something, before you went insane. so as carefully as you could, you slipped out from under atsumu, gently pushing a pillow under him for support.

shutting your door as quietly as possible you padded your way into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and an aspirin for atsumu. he'd probably need it for when he woke up, and it was the perfect excuse to get up and move around. however, as you neared the kitchen, you noticed a figure searching through the snack cabinets, grey hairs poking out into your field of vision. of course now of all times you'd run into the object of your current frustration. did you universe hate you or something?

just ignore him, you thought to yourself, no sense in getting into a conflict tonight.

as quietly as possible, you pulled a glass cup from the cabinet and filled it up with water. you had asprin in your room, so there was no need to grab any from the common area. your next objective was to exit the kitchen as quick as possible before your urge to punch osamu in the face increased any more. at this moment, his mere presence was enough to up your anger levels.

however, the second you spun on your heels to leave, osamu was also making his way out of the kitchen, causing the two of you to almost collide. luckily osamu reacted quickly, stepping back and preventing anything from being spilt.

"fucking watch it!" he spit out, expression twisting into one of contempt.

you scoffed at his outburst, ready to hit him with a few choice words, but by the time your lips parted he was already storming out of the kitchen and into the living room. a high pitched voice could be heard when he entered, sending another wave of fury coursing through your veins. "thank you 'samu, you're the best!"

"of course baby," osamu responded, "now let's start our movie."

the noise of some cheesy romance movie soon filled the living room and all surrounding areas, way too loud for this late of an hour in your opinion. it only added to your irritation, and without even thinking you were marching yourself to the living room with conviction, glass of water left behind on the kitchen island.

usually you never sought out trouble, and you weren't too fond of confrontation when it could be avoided. in the beginning of your time in the hyper house, maybe, but as time passed you soon learned nothing you said would change anything. so to save some sanity you resorted to short quips and just plain ignoring your housemates, once your contract was up none of it mattered anymore anyway. but after holding atsumu for an hour while he sobbed, and osamu's entitled attitude, something in you snapped. fuck being the bigger person.

so with your shoulders back and head held high you stormed into the living room, snatching the remote from coffee table to pause the movie playing.

that certainly grabbed their attention.

"the fuck is yer problem?" osamu vetted, standing to square up to you, fists clenched at his side and jaw tense. meiko followed suit, but took her position slightly behind osamu, nimble fingers gripping his bicep.

"my problem? hmm let's see, maybe my problem is the fact that i just held your brother as he cried himself to sleep while you were out here cuddled up on the couch!"

meiko snickered from behind him, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at her. how dare she laugh at his pain?

"'tsumu's fine, he'll get over it. now leave so we can watch our movie." your eyes went wide at osamu's response. did he really not care?

"he's your brother, and you hurt him." the annoyed expression on osamu's face fell slightly at your statement, but he quickly recovered, expression morphing into one that could kill. "don't act so innocent, you were probably in there twisting his mind with your little lies. you know everything that's happened between us has been your fault? you're the one that turned him against me!" his voice was gradually increasing him volume and malice, you obviously getting under his skin.

"oh please, you're still telling yourself that?" you inched closer to the pair, chin lifting up to meet osamu's steely glare, your attempt at intimidation working only on the small woman behind him.

"'samu, shes scaring me, please make her leave," meiko whimpered. Osamu placed a protective arm around her, pulling her into his side, "don't worry baby, i won't let her near you." you rolled your eyes at meiko, her feigned fear sending your patience over the edge.

"oh shut up, meiko," you snapped, causing her to coward further into osamu. "hey, don't talk to her like that!" he shot back at you, eyes darkening as he towered over your form, but you refused to back down.

"i'm texting iwaizumi, he can make her leave." meiko began typing furiously on her phone.

you chose to ignore her, prioritizing getting in your final words before iwaizumi could come to their resuce. "you've got your head completely up your ass if you think anyone but yourself is to blame for your broken relationship with 'tsumu!"

"you have no right to—"

"what the hell is going on here?" iwaizumi stormed into the room, large arms crossed over his chest as he placed himself between you and your victims.

"iwa, thank god! me and 'samu were trying to watch a movie when y/n just came in here and started attacking us! it was so scary, please make her leave!"

you scoffed at meiko's fabricated story, but before you could even begin to defend yourself iwa spoke, "y/n, go back to your room before im forced to take action." despite his dagger sharp gaze, you refused to shrink. you were going to get your point in regardless of any threats iwaizumi threw your way. so shooting him a quick and dismissive glare, you turned your attention back to osamu and meiko to get in one final blow.

"look, i don't know what your problem with me is, and frankly i don't care. but leave atsumu the fuck out your sick little games." the venom in your voice was enough to strike real fear into meiko, who was now completely hiding behind osamu for protection. even osamu's intimidating demeanor faltered at your protectiveness over his brother.

iwaizumi was the first to break the tension, "y/n, go—"

"yeah yeah, i got it, im leaving." your cut him short, giving osamu one last glare before exiting the living room, stopping to grab the glass of water from the kitchen before heading back to your room.

in your frustration you'd completely forgotten atsumu was asleep, accidentally shutting your door back with a little too much force. "angel?" atsumu's sleep drenched voice pulled you from your stewing thoughts, and you felt any and all anger melt away when you locked eyes with him.

"where'd you go off to?" he asked, rubbing at his eyes and sitting up. you snatched a bottle of asprin from your night stand and extended it to him along with the glass of water, "figured you'd want this when you woke up."

the corner of his mouth lifted up into a lopsided smile as he accepted your offer, downing a pill and half the water in one go, "yer too good to me, angel."

you offered up a soft smile as you took the glass and pill bottle back from him and set them on your nightstand. you took a seat on your bed next to atsumu, pushing back his disheveled hair back with one hand, prompting him to let out a content hum.

"i'm sorry for waking you," you whispered, letting your hand trail down the side of his face before coming to rest against his jaw, "how are you feeling?"

atsumu leaned into your touch, "much better, thanks to you. but, can we lay down again?"

you nodded, falling back to a laying position with atsumu following suit. however, this time he pulled you into his chest, holding you in his arms. you sunk further into him, finding it much easier to sleep this time as his warmth surrounded you and calmed your nerves.

i got a little carried away and this ended up a little longer than i intended, oops, oh well! i hope you like it!

— noah anon

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nomadicadventures · 3 years

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Haikyuu Boys make Macarons w their gn s/o pt2

kita, suna, osamu, atsumu

Pt1

Warnings: fluff, atsumu’s has a tiny bit of suggestive in it ig

A/N: macarons but make it ✨Inarizaki✨

Kita

He loves your baking and asks you to make something for the team holiday party coming up

You had been wanting to try out a few new recipes anyway so took advantage of the opportunity to test them out on the team

You ask him to help because you were gonna try to juggle 3 batches and recipes in 1 day (stressed just thinking abt it lmao)

The flavors are orange, peppermint, and chocolate idk why holidays ig

Like Akaashi man is prepared to help

I feel like Kita likes the structure of baking recipes

Follows your lead and does everything you ask of him perfectly

Cleans as you go so the kitchen doesn’t become a disaster

We love an organized man ‼️

Helps keep all the different timers and batters organized so nothing gets forgotten

Likes the quality time of just doing something domestic with you

When you get a bit overwhelmed he’s right there to calm you down and take over for a second 🥺

We know this man loves routine and repetition so his piping skills are IMMACULATE ✨

Little bit of cleaning during the wait time but mostly cuddles

You arrange an assembly line which is basically him pairing up all the cookies, you piping the fillings, then him going back and putting the halves together

He smiles when you put some aside to bring his grandma later

Achievement unlocked! 🔓: Kisses from Kita 😚

Obv helps you carry all the platters into the gym for the party

Very proud of your amazing skills and sings your praises to the team

Blushes a bit when u tell the team he is also amazing

The team pokes fun at him but he is unfazed by their antics

100/10 I love Kita he’s such a sweet captain

Suna

Lazy mf 🙄

As his s/o you are already aware he will be of no help at all

Makes a flavor request anyway

He wanted chocolate

You say yes cuz you love him but force him to go the store for ingredients w you

He pushes the cart and snaps the twins pics of you holding random shit

Almost runs you over like 12 times, most of them were accidental

When you get home he plants himself on a stool next to you so he can watch

Hands you things like measuring cups when asked

Pulls you onto his lap while you’re waiting for the stiff peaks to form

Keeps distracting you by asking for kisses

Gets bored for a bit so he facetimes the twins

Osamu asks questions about baking that you happily answer from off camera

Atsumu asks if he can come over and try them and Suna says no

Suna talks you into napping on the couch w him while the cookies dry for 2 hours

You make sure to set multiple timers so you don’t accidentally over dry the cookies

When the timer goes off you have to pry Suna’s arms off of you

“No, stay.”

“Rin, babe, I’ll be right back. I just gotta put the cookies in the oven”

He whines when u leave but doesn’t get up

You go back to the couch and he drags you down to him

You guys lay there and watch tiktoks on his phone while the cookies bake

Whines again when you leave to take the cookies out and make the filling

Eventually returns to his stool beside you and continues scrolling through his phone

You demonstrate how to gently assemble the macarons and then have him do it while you pipe all the filling

Claims he won’t share with the twins but you set aside some for them anyway

9/10 bitch is distracting but we love him anyway 🙄😘🥰

Osamu

Cooking is more his vibe but he’s down to spend a few hours baking w you

You ask him if he wants a specific flavor

“Are onigiri macarons a thing?”

“Google said no but macaron-shaped onigiris are a thing”

Catch Osamu making those for you later

anyway

Osamu decides on caramel macarons

Insert mini argument over how to pronounce caramel 🙄

You guys are professionals so homemade salted caramel with vanilla buttercream and caramel meringue

He gets to battle w the sugar and candy thermometer

You lay out all the ingredients and measure everything out before hand to keep it easy

Halfway through the process Atsumu walks in

“Ya know, I could help ya guys out if ya need. This looks pretty easy.”

“Shut up idiot ya can’t even make a PB&J without the fire department showin up”

Ofc they start arguing and you have to intervene before Osamu burns the caramel

Atsumu leaves on the condition that he gets a macaron when they’re done

Other than that small event the process is seamless

During the 2 hour dry time Osamu makes some onigiris for a easy dinner

Cuddles and onigiris w Osamu 🍙🥺🥰>>

His piping skills are pretty good if not better than yours

Mans got steady hands

You guys ended up making a lot of them so you saved enough for the team to each get one

Atsumu returns to claim his macaron and starts a fight w Osamu

You get a video and send it to Suna for his blackmail album

After that you just grab the platter of cookies and escape before the twins accidentally ruin them

50/10 quality time w ‘Samu 😌✨😘

Atsumu

When you tell him what you’re gonna be doing this weekend he jumps at the chance for some quality time w you

Really wants to help but also cannot be trusted w out supervision

Macarons require a lot of focus and multitasking so he helps but also stays out of your way

He’s totally down to just vibe and be in the same room as you

You ask about his latest game and just watch him light up

Gets really into the story and accidentally knocks the bag of powdered sugar off the counter

“And then they spiked it over but Suna got a one touch so it went really high so I ran to get under it and-- shit” 😐

His ninja reflexes catch it before it hits the ground but it still puffs right in his face

You laugh when he starts coughing out clouds of powdered sugar

Get this boy a glass of water before he dies plz

Once he stops coughing he laughs along with you and then gets back into his story

Listening to him talk abt volleyball is therapeutic prove me wrong 😌

He hugs you from behind while you stand at the mixer and just watches you work

Steals some kisses cuz he claims he’s deprived

“I love ya babe, ya know that?”

“I love you too ‘Tsumu” 🥺🥺

He gives you the biggest smile at that

You give him some of the batter to try out piping when he asks to help

Little messy at first but gets the hang of it pretty quick

Pretty setter hands 🙌 ✨

You make a little fox one for him and it’s super cute 🦊

Watches a movie w you while the cookies dry

Neither of you actually watch the movie 😉

Helps make the filling cuz its easy

He definitely turns the mixer on too fast and gets powdered sugar in his hair

Gives you an excuse to touch his hair tho so that's a win

Now that he’s a Piping Master he helps fill the cookies

Takes pics of the cookies and brags to Osamu abt you cuz he’s a little shit

Saves some for his friends cuz ur gifts have to be shared w the world

10/10 I love Atsumu’s vibe 🥰😉😌

A/N: I had fun writing this and I hope everyone enjoys it! If anyone wants a part 3 w any specific characters plz send a request my way!

Once again each of you is amazing and beautiful and should go drink water 😌✨✨

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kisskeiji · 3 years

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5. Lifeboats.

Lost & Found.

WARNINGS: language, alcohol consumption,suggestive (but not really)

“So you’re telling me that you are going to Miya’s high school reunion because he wanted you to meet his friends?” Oikawa took a sip from his mug after asking with an inquiring tone. You were getting ready for Atsumu and Osamu to pick you up, fighting the urge to cancel on them but it was out of the question, they were supposed to be at your door in less than twenty minutes.

“Yes, and I’m close to rip my hair off.” You ran your fingers through your hair and huffed.

“You look pretty with your hair down Y/N!” Bokuto assured you. “Right, love?” He asked Akaashi who turned back and nodded in agreement. Oikawa thought it was a good idea to invite them to the call for “emotional support” but in reality they were just making fun of you and your current crisis, Akaashi and Oikawa were a dangerous combo. You brushed your hair down and stared at yourself in the mirror. ‘What am I even doing?’ You couldn’t think of anything except how awkward things could get and many different ways you could mess up at dinner.

“You look constipated, Y/N-chan.” Oikawa mocked. He was lucky he was on the other side of the world. “I know what you are thinking and turning that invitation down is not an option.” You hated how easy he could read you, but considering your current state and how heavy you were breathing trying to calm yourself it wasn’t hard to know how anxious you were. You thought it was ridiculous, Atsumu was being a good friend, you weren’t going out alone and it was just dinner with his friends. Why were you so uneasy?

“I never thought Miya would like Y/N.” Akaashi teased.

“He doesn’t like me, he is trying to be nice, and what does that even mean? You are not helping, Keiji.” You retorted and the three men laughed at you. “It’s going to be awkward, why would he invite me to a high school reunion?”

“Didn’t he say something about Ojiro's girlfriend? She is really funny! And Ojiro is a nice guy, I promise you there’s never an awkward moment with them.” Bokuto encouraged you and you smiled, but the list of things that could go wrong was still present on your mind. You talked for a few more minutes while you added the final touches to your make up and sprayed perfume on your wrists and the back of your ears. Your phone screen lit up showing a message from Atsumu saying they were outside.

“They are here.” You announced and looked at your laptop.

“Go have fun, Y/N, you can drink wine with someone other than me.” Akaashi held his glass up for you to see. “I already started.”

“Don’t drink too much.” You warned. “I’ll talk to you guys later.” They wished you luck and ended the call.You roamed through your apartment looking for your purse and keys. You locked the door and walked down the hallway to the elevator, your hands were sweating a little and you swore your eye just twitched. You always struggled with meeting new people and the circumstances of this meeting did everything ten times more awkward. Again, what were you thinking when you agreed? Nothing, exactly, just the look on Atsumu’s eyes and how even in the dark they shined with expectation. You couldn’t turn him down.

You spotted Atsumu waiting for you resting his weight on his car, arms crossed and hair carefully styled. Your mouth almost dropped at the sight, you always see him in gym clothes or the team uniform, trying to keep your walk steady, you focused your attention and how uncomfortable your shoes were — It was an impulse buy, but they were so cute you told yourself you could endure the pain. Atsumu waved at you and opened the door right before you reached his car. “Hey.” He said almost sighing. He was just as stunned as you but wasn’t really trying to hide it. You noticed how he checked you out at first glance but stopped himself halfway trying to keep his cool.

“Hi.” You greeted nervously and looked away, noticing Osamu on the backseat. “Hi, Osamu.” He had a lazy grin on his face and his hands rested on his knees before he waved at you. “You can take the front seat if you want to.” You offered.

“No!” Atsumu was quick to respond for his brother, earning a curious look from you. “I mean, he already offered to take the backseat for you! Right, ‘Samu?” He looked at his twin hoping for him to play along. It was not like Atsumu forced him to sit on the back right before you walked out of your building.

“ ‘Tsumu is right. It would have been impolite from us to have you sit on the back.” Once again, Osamu saved his brother’s ass from an awkward situation. If only you knew that Atsumu was just as nervous as you and Osamu teasing him nonstop was not helping his case. He went from excited to a pit of nerves in less than twenty minutes. Maybe it wasn’t a great idea to have you meet his friends on your first date, especially when Osamu and Suna were going to be there. Did he just say date? It was definitely not a date, but it felt like so. Everyone would think you two were dating when you just met a little bit over a month ago. He didn’t think this through, but it was too late, you were already in his car sitting right beside him on your way to Aran’s house having a small talk with his brother about his week in the restaurant.

“You are going to get along well with Hana-san, you have the same dry sense of humor as her.” Osamu said, running his hand through his hair.

“What do you mean? My sense of humor is not dry at all.” You looked back, clearly offended. “Atsumu, is my sense of humor dry?” You asked now looking at him. He smiled and tried to avoid the question.

“I’m driving, I can’t answer.”

“You drive with your mouth?” You deadpanned and both men laughed.

“See?” Osamu said as if he was proving a point.

“See what? You clearly can’t differentiate sarcasm from dry humor.” You crossed your arms and huffed.

“If it makes you feel better I think you are funny.” Atsumu nudged your arm once he reached the stop sign and you almost gave in and smiled.

“I don’t need your pity, Miya.” You looked through your window, trying to ignore his playful gaze and the grin plastered on Atsumu’s face. He knew what you were doing so he poked your side making you jolt on your seat. You were ready to poke him back when the red light turned green.

“I’ll get my revenge later.” You announced making him laugh. Osamu watched the whole thing from his seat. ‘I feel like I am interrupting something.’ He thought and smiled to himself, the unfamiliar feeling of third wheeling taking over at the sight of his brother having fun with you. Once again, it felt like you met years ago, maybe because Atsumu would never shut up about you or how bright he smiled at you, it was just right. Like Bokuto, Osamu started thinking that his brother and you would look good together. The fun was cut short when Atsumu pulled over in front of Aran's house, he asked you to wait for him to open the door for you.

“Chivalry is not dead.” Osamu whispered to his brother who just elbowed him to shut him up. You three walked to the door and Atsumu rang the bell. “You look like you want to throw up.” The gray haired twin said and you let out all the air you were holding in.

“You have such a way with words.” You leaned on your right side and remembered Bokuto’s words, they were nice people, you shouldn’t stress too much. After a few seconds a man with gray hair and dark tips opened the door.

“Kita-san!” Atsumu cheered. Kita greeted them both and exchanged a few words, you fading in the back without really listening to their conversation and waiting awkwardly when you heard Atsumu say: “This is my friend Y/N.” You adjusted your purse under your arm and bowed with your head, Kita returned the gesture and reached to shake your hand.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Blood rushed to your ears under his intense gaze, he looked so calm and put together, but his brown eyes were definitely intimidating. “Come on in, Aran and Hana are busy in the kitchen.” You walked in first and took your shoes off and looked around spotting two men sitting on the couch having a small talk. “The twins are here.” Kita announced and both of them turned their attention to the ex-volleyball captain.

“Late as always.” The one with silver hair joked, Atsumu and Osamu walked past you to greet their old teammates with a hug.

“We are not late, you came here too early.” Atsumu retorted. “Y/N this is Ginjima and the one about to stick his tongue down to my brother’s throat is Suna.” Before you could introduce yourself Suna smacked the back of Atsumu’s head.

“You are so vulgar.” Atsumu rubbed the spot where Suna had hit him trying to sooth the pain. Suna looked familiar for some reason. Narrow eyes and tall figure, you must have seen him somewhere. You didn’t failed to notice Osamu’s arm sneaking around Suna’s waist, that’s when you realized you sure looked dumb standing there staring at the five men in front of you, but could they blame you? They were towering over you. The scene was terrifying from an outside view, lucky for you the house owners walked out the kitchen to welcome you.

“What are you guys doing to this poor girl?” A tall woman asked standing right beside you. “You must be Y/N! I’m Hana, I am so excited to finally meet you after the twins came in talking nonstop about you.” She extended her hand for you to shake.

“They did?” You smiled and felt a reassuring squeeze on your hand, an unspoken ‘I am here.’ Her presence was warm just like her smile. “Y/N L/N, they also told me a lot about you, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

“I know the twins are already a handful, but when they are all together is a disaster, you can have all the wine you need.” She whispered in your ear and you two shared a laugh.

“See, Aran-kun? I told you they were going to get along well.” Atsumu sat on the couch and crossed his legs. Right, you still haven’t greeted him, you looked around and found him standing behind Hana. ‘Way to go.’

“I am so sorry.” You bowed. “ Thank you so much for having me tonight.”

“Thank you for coming. Please make yourself at home.” He bowed back before Ginjima and Atsumu jumped on him to give him a hug. “Come on, we saw each other last week.” He said, taking a step back to support the weight of the two men.

“The twins mentioned that you were a bartender back then! We just finished our new bar, wanna see?” Hana asked. You nodded and spared a glance to the rest of the boys in the room and excused yourself to follow Hana. She guided you to the kitchen and you noticed the racks hanging beside the lightbox displaying the wine glasses, the warm lighting made the wide place feel more cozy despite the minimalist decorations. “Here it is, Aran knows nothing about wine or liquor but one of his teammates has a bar, so he decided we needed one.” She opened a cabinet revealing a collection of bottles and a wine cooler.

“Really? But you have such a nice selection here.” You peaked through the fridge glass to see the bottles tempering. “It was a good decision then, it is so pretty.” When you looked at Hana she had her arms crossed and a faint smile on her face.

“Don’t let him hear you, it will get to his head.”

“I heard that!” Aran entered the kitchen. “So, what do you think about my baby?” He walked closer to where you were standing, looking at his collection proudly, Hana rolled her eyes and elbowed him.

“I was just telling Hana-san that your collection was really nice, you have good taste.” His smile grew wider and he thanked you.

“Too much for someone who can’t drink ten out of twelve months a year.” Hana added and Aran side hugged her and kissed her temple. You smiled at the sight but something made you avert your gaze back to the cabinet, this time focusing on the gold utensils nicely displayed at the bottom. “You can touch, it won’t bite.” Hana said. “And I won’t complain if you make some cocktails.” She inched closer to you and nudged your shoulder making you laugh.

“We’ll see.” You helped Hana to set the charcuterie boards on the kitchen island, and Aran insisted on you choosing the wine since most of them couldn’t drink, having a small chat with both of them and getting to know each other you learned that they were together since high school and were actually engaged but no plans were made yet since Aran’s career was still starting and they wanted to wait a little more. They worked together so well, not only with each other but their space, the house matched their energy perfectly, they gave you the familiarity you craved ever since you moved. For the first time in a month you were not alone on a friday night downing whatever alcohol you had in hand, and you were thankful for their company, in the end — like always— Bokuto was right, they were nice people.

“We are starving over here!” Osamu yelled.

“That sounds like a personal problem!” Hana yelled back without looking away from the cutting board. The other five men joined shortly after and took their seats on the stools. You were facing away from them, pouring a mix of alcohol and lime juice in two glass cups you previously filled with ice and sharing a laugh with Hana before she asked you to sit down, you didn’t notice Atsumu’s eyes lingering on you as you sat down on the stool beside him. The others were already eating from the boards and talking about their days, you listened attentively and nodded from time to time, you liked listening to people without necessarily sharing your thoughts, it was easier to avoid talking about your past. It was your turn to look at Atsumu while he excitedly talked about whatever he did at practice with Bokuto and Sakusa; but this time he felt your eyes on him. Doing a double take, the moment his eyes met yours he tripped on his words but recovered quickly.

After twenty minutes or so, you noticed how Atsumu was only eating the cheese cubes from the boards and you laughed. “You are supposed to mix the flavours, not eating all the cheese.” He looked at you confused.

“But I don’t know what to do with all of these, why would you mix jam with cream cheese? And what the fuck is this?” He asked, pointing at the honeycomb.

“I’m gonna start believing you have the taste buds of a five year old.” You took the butter knife and a slice of bread from the board to carefully cut a piece of cheese and spread it on top of the bread.

“That’s not true. What are you doing?” You didn’t answer, too busy trying to cut into the honeycomb with a spoon and finally placing it on the bread along with a slice of strawberry on top of it. You brought the slice of bread near his mouth and he looked at you, then the food in front of him and then back at you not knowing what to do.

“Hurry up, the honey is dripping on my fingers.” He opened his mouth and took a bite, reaching for the uneaten piece to hold it so you could wipe the honey off your fingers, his flustered state was quickly replaced by the flavors melting on his mouth. His eyes widened as he looked at you.

“Wait, that was actually really good.” He hummed and ate the other piece as you smiled softly. “Can you make another one? For me.” His eyes shining still delighted with the flavors lingering on his mouth. You kept handing him different mixes of textures and flavors, all of this under Hana and Aran’s gaze, mesmerized by your chemistry. “Okay that one I didn’t like.” Atsumu wiped his mouth.

“Sorry, I wasn’t really looking.” You said having a bite for yourself.

“My turn.” He said with the butter knife in one hand. You were nervous, his choices were a bit odd and you didn’t wanted to spit it out as soon as you bite into it. “Say ah.” He held his creation and you hesitated to get closer. “Hurry up, the honey is dripping on my fingers.” He mocked your previous words using them against you.

“Very funny.” You narrowed your eyes finally opening your mouth and biting into it, it wasn’t until you started to chew that you could assimilate the flavors on your mouth, you couldn’t quite place them but it tasted good, looking back to Atsumu’s hand analyzing whatever he put on top of the bread slice. “It 's good.”

“Just good?” You took the other part from his hand and he pushed himself back to stretch a little bit.

“I mean, for a roasted tomato, peach jam and aged cheese; it’s great.” You cleaned your fingers once again and he just mumbled something about you being the one with childish taste buds. Everyone was aware of what was going on between you two but decided to keep the conversation going while you and Atsumu had your charcuterie expert moment. Osamu looked at his brother having a good time without necessarily causing ruckus or being loud, just genuinely enjoying himself.

“Is there something going on between those two?” Suna whispered to him.

“I have no idea.” He took a good sip of his wine and smiled at his boyfriend. “But Atsumu acts different when they are together.”

“Well, duh, look at him! He looks like a highschooler in love.” Ginjima intervened and the three of them laughed looking at Atsumu. You noticed the three pairs of eyes on you and pointed at them for Atsumu to pay attention to his friends.

“What?” He asked and none of them said a thing.

“Dinner is ready!” Aran announced and Hana called for you, asking if you were up to another round of margaritas. You agreed, trying to get away from the curious stares from Atsumu’s friends and brother; you walked straight to the bar to take the bottles of triple sec and tequila from the shelfs, she handed you the cups you were using already filled with ice. Atsumu was completely focused on your swift moves and the way you carefully poured the transparent liquor on the measuring cup and then the shaker. When you finished straining the drink on the two cups, Suna and Kita started asking you questions about your previous job and how it was working at a bar while Aran and Osamu served and garnished the plates.

The rest of the night went well, way better than you thought. You exchanged numbers with Hana and made plans to go out for lunch the following week, you got along really well from the beginning and she said you were really fun to be around and complimented your mixology skills by saying you did the best margaritas she ever had. After saying goodbye to everyone and thanking the couple for the good time you and Atsumu left without Osamu since he went back home with Suna to spend the weekend together before he had to come back to Osaka on Monday. You were now at your door with Atsumu, he claimed that he wanted to make sure you made it home safe but he just wanted to use the restroom. You let him in and told him where the guest bathroom was before taking your shoes off and walking to your bedroom looking for a hair tie.

When he came back from the restroom your phone started to ring. “Someone’s calling you.” He said.

“Can you see who it is? It’s probably my friend Oikawa.I’ll be out in a second” You yelled from your room. It was an unknown number but he still picked up.

“Y/N?” The person on the other side of the line asked as soon as he pressed the phone on his right ear.

“Uh, no, she is in her room right now but can I help you with something?” The call was cut short. ‘Weird.’ Atsumu thought, he placed your phone back on the counter when you joined him again, this time with your hair tied in a messy ponytail with a few strands of hair framing your face. You looked beautiful.

“So, was it Oikawa?”

“Well, I don’t know, it was an unknown number and they hung up as soon as they heard my voice. Probably a prank call.” He said making his way to the door with you trailing behind.

“That’s weird.” You said before opening the door. “I had a lot of fun tonight, Atsumu, thank you.” You leaned on the door frame.

“Would you like to do it again sometime? I mean, hanging out, I had fun too.” You were startled at his question. “As friends, of course.” He was quick to add and something inside you twisted in disappointment. You looked at him, towering over you with his overwhelming height and broad shoulders, he sure looked good.

“Sure, why not.” That came out more bitter than you expected. “Good night, Atsumu.”

‘Fuck it.’ Atsumu thought before taking a step closer to you and placing his left hand on your lower back, you didn’t dare to move waiting for his next move, in a matter of seconds his lips were on yours and your hands on his biceps trying to support yourself on him while he busied himself setting the pace of the kiss; slow and steady, making sure you knew that he fucked up the last part. “Do friends kiss each other like that, Miya?” You asked playfully when he parted away from your lips.

“We can be really close friends.” He kissed you again, this time it was shorter but he still managed to take your breath away. “I have to go now.” He said after one too many kisses at your door, lips slightly swollen and eyes shimmering.

“Text me when you get home.” You fixed his hair and gave him one last kiss on his cheek before he left. You checked the number that called before, not recognizing it at first glance you locked your phone, maybe Atsumu was right and someone was just trying to prank call you. Once you were in bed ready to sleep, a text from Oikawa lit up your phone screen asking for details, you sighed and turned it off. You tried to avoid your friends' questions all weekend, giving vague details and not mentioning that you made out with Atsumu for almost twenty minutes at the end of the night, you were not ready for them to tease you nonstop.

“Y/N?” Iwaizumi asked, waiting to hear your voice from the other side of the line.

“Uh, no, she is in her room right now but can I help you with something?” A male voice answered. His insides twisted as panic took over his senses and immediately hung up. You were with someone else.

“What happened?” Hanamaki entered the kitchen, he saw Iwaizumi holding his phone in one hand and the landline on the other. “What are you doing with my phone?” It took him a few seconds before realizing. He grabbed his phone from Iwaizumi’s hand and saw your number displayed on the screen. “You called her?”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was back.” Iwaizumi was angry, but so was Hanamaki. Did he really just ask that?

“Because she asked us not to tell you, and we are trying to get our friend back, or do I need to remind you that she stopped talking to us because of you.” He stared at Iwaizumi coldly.

“Shut up, that’s not fair.”

“Not fair for who? For you? Get fucked Hajime, you act as if you were the victim in this situation. Maybe learn to respect other people’s privacy and stop trying to call her, she is over you.” With that Takahiro walked past him and made his way to his room. Tears threatening to spill from Iwaizumi’s eyes, a frustrated sigh left his lips as he ran his hands through his hair.

You were over him. Just the thought of you forgetting about him made his chest hurt, still heavy with guilt. You were over him, and even worse, you were already with someone else.

The next few weeks were hectic, the season started and the team had a winning streak, the schedules were full and you received endless calls from magazines and sport channels. You were exhausted but happy to be occupied and your team made your work much easier. For the first time that week everyone was able to take it slower; the medical team went home earlier and the players were practicing by themselves while you and one of your assistants patiently waited for an email from the volleyball association. “So I heard you and Miya-senshu are really close lately.” You looked up from your phone and smiled.

“Yeah, we are good friends.” You giggled.

“I don’t understand how you get along so well with him, every time I work with him he acts like a diva.” She said adjusting her glasses on the bridge of her nose, you scrunched your nose in confusion; Atsumu was a genuinely nice guy, but it was true that he wasn’t easy to approach.

“Well, the spotlight was meant for him, he has a magnetic personality that makes everyone around him take an interest on him, but he is not the best at managing all of the attention. He is human too, you know? He knows what everyone thinks of him, so he reciprocates that perception without being aware of it. Maybe if you treated him like a normal person he would show a nicer side of him because he won’t feel like you are expecting him to be a complete asshole.” You explained as simple as you could, she looked at you as if you had a third eye. It made sense, but before she could thank you for the advice your monitor screen refreshed, showing the email you were waiting for; the nominees for the Volleyball Association Awards. Reading carefully the names and the date of the ceremony you headed to the gym to break the news to the players along with your assistant.

“I have good news!” You said as soon as you opened the gym doors.

“Y/N!” Bokuto ran to you. “What is going on?” He asked, trying to peek on your clipboard.

“The volleyball association sent the names of the nominees for this year’s awards.” You announced and waited for everyone to gather around you. “The team is nominated for best division one line up.” Everyone cheered in excitement. “Bokuto and Sakusa for best newcomers, Meian-senshu for best middle blocker and finally, Atsumu and Inunaki-senshu are nominated for setter and libero of the year.” They congratulated each other with side hugs and high-fives. “Also, Thomas-senshu was requested to be one of the hosts for the ceremony.”

“For real?” His eyes widened in surprise.

“Yes, they loved your appearances on the sports channel, they are going to send Hideko the details later so make sure to check them with her later.” He nodded and Meian patted his back a little bit too hard. “Congratulations to all of you, once the nominations are available to the public we are expecting a few interviews but we are going to try to keep them short until the end of the season in november, please be mindful of your interactions with the press, one mistake can cost you the award.” After another round of cheering you and your assistant took your leave.

“We can go celebrate later.” Atsumu held your wrist before you exited the gym, he raised his brows trying to convince you.

“I would love to, but I have plans with Hana-san.” He pouted. “Maybe tomorrow if you are not planning to practice all day like always.”

“Hana is always stealing you away from me.” He complained playing with your fingers. “You are always hanging out with her”

“Weren’t you the one who wanted me to be friends with her?”

“Yes! But now is different.” He whined.

“What changed?” You asked, knowing the answer very well. The expression on his face begged you to not make him say it as he loosened his grip on your hand. “We’ll talk later, okay? I need to go home if I want to be on time.” He hesitated but agreed in the end.

“No goodbye kiss?” He asked and you looked around to make sure you were alone, the rest of the team also left the gym to get changed and go home and there was no one to be seen on the hallway, so you inched closer to him until you were breathing on his lips, he closed his eyes waiting for you to kiss him.

“No.” You said and ran as fast as you could to your office, ignoring Atsumu’s whining from behind. You decided you wouldn't let him have his way with you this time, at least until he was clear with what he wanted. While it was true that you spent a lot of time together after that night at Aran’s house, not a word about the nature of your relationship was spoken, it was a silent agreement between the two of you, you clearly liked each other but you were still scared to jump into a relationship of any kind and Atsumu wasn’t really open about his intentions, so you decided that each other’s company was enough. That until your feelings for the setter started to change from a childish crush to something deeper that you couldn’t explain — more like, you were scared to admit.— and that was constantly on your mind.

And it wasn’t that Atsumu wanted to play with your feelings, he was just as scared as you, he never really committed to a relationship because he was so focused on his career as a volleyball player. But you made everything easier and it just felt right, he wanted to come clean and tell you how much he truly liked you but he didn’t knew how. He thought he was going too fast, but if he waited for too long you would forget about him. What if you weren’t looking for something serious with him? Truth is, you didn’t knew what you were looking for, but something about Atsumu made you believe that maybe this was a second chance for you to find happiness.

But you wouldn’t know unless one of you gathered the courage to admit you were helplessly in love.

(a/n: hey everyone! im finally back after so long, im really excited to post this chapter since i finally got a hang of my creativity again, i would like to thank miss taylor swift and miss hayley williams for the inspiration, you should listen to FLOWERS for VASES / descansos by hayley, listening to it last night gave me the push i needed to finish writing (i am updating the fic playlist regurlarly if you like to check it out ;)). also, did you see those two???? THEY ARE SO CUTE when i tell you i was screaming last night when i was writing the last few scenes, i mean it. thank you so much for your patience and your concern for my health, i am doing much better physically, emotionally im still working on myself so i can stop projecting my sadness on poor y/n TT i hope you like it as much as i enjoyed writing it. i promised my betas i wouldnt take more than two weeks to write the next chapter and hopefully i can keep my promise. take care, and i hope all of you are wearing your masks and staying safe. <3)

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mylovechrollo · 3 years

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Waffles

Had this idea after attempting a nap so this is comfort kinda for me but I wanted to write it. Also Sakuatsu are in this cos they own my heart. Enjoy :)

Miya Osamu x reader

Contains: fluff

wc: 1516

Napping was always something you struggled to do. The only times you had fallen asleep during the day was after you pulled an all-nighter with your friends.

School had been rough lately, endless classes with piling homework became tiring. All while having to talk to the same people every day, not even bothering to find them interesting.

Curling up in your boyfriends' bed, your eyelids quickly became heavy. It was 6.17 pm and for the past hour, you had done nothing but study for school, losing motivation halfway through an assignment.

The ache in your chest grew as you drifted off into a fruitless sleep. Staying up late was always something you enjoyed but it came with regrets. You knew how you would feel after this useless nap yet, it was inescapable.

It never got you anywhere. You laid down, taking a deep breath in. A slight twang in your heart indicating the next events. Your limbs felt heavy as your eyelids fought to stay open. The darkness in the room only making you more sleepy. Streets lamps from outside your window were the only light in the room and you focused your eyes on their shine on the glass.

Your mind battled between getting out of bed or embracing this nap with the awareness of this intense feeling. It started to become stronger as you sat on the brink of passing out.

The light from outside was still illuminating the room. Moving slowly, you dragged your body onto its back. Your left hand reaching for the bedside table to check the time on your phone. Your actions were gradual, using your willpower to move your arm. The smallest whine left your lips.

6.39 pm

Squinting at the numbers, your chest filled with difficult emotion. It was more intense than before as you realise that you fell asleep.

It was a measly sleep, a grand total of 22 minutes with your brain shut off.

Your hand felt like a gym weight as you moved it towards your heart, eyes squeezed closed as the empty, powerful feeling flooded your chest. It spread through your legs, all the way down to the tips of your toes. It had also found its way to the top of your head as you felt immobile.

It hurt. It hurt with a passion and you couldn't understand why. This feeling had no name in your mind, just that it burned with tiredness that could creep up on you. It felt as deep as the deepest part of the ocean, seeping through your muscles as it reached your soul.

That was it, a better way to explain the intensity was that your soul, the thing you could never fully understand, was tired, drained, exhausted. It was a wound inside you that was stitched up, but not very well. Every so often, it leaked the heaviness and made you still, dormant.

His soft footsteps were faint outside the door. A small knock vibrated through the wood and you made no effort to move.

His strong but soft accent breaking the silence after the knock.

"y/n? I'm coming in okay."

The first thing he saw was the murky light coming from the window. His eyes dashing to your figure sprawled out on the bed. Advancing towards you, he first moved to the lamp, flicking it on then he carefully sat next to you on the bed.

His left hand moving to touch your right arm as his right hand moved to your forehead. He brushed the small strands away from your face and cupped your cheek.

"My love" he whispered.

Your eyes slightly opening to see 'samu in front of you, his brows furrowed as he looked at you with worry on his face. His eyes softening when they met yours. After taking a glance at him, you couldn't keep your lids open any longer, tiredness still had its hold on you.

His movements were loving as he caressed your cheek, occasionally moving his thumb towards your jaw. His other hand holding your arm with an immense gentleness like he was scared you were going to break.

His lips met your skin, lingering on your forehead. Kissing it softly a few times before pulling back to whisper a mix of "I love you"s and "Your beautiful"s along with other soft praises he could give.

He truly did love you. He adored your smile, he treasured your every touch and action. He cherished your words when you talked about your passions. He savoured every little affection you would give him and you did the same.

Seeing you with your hand clutching your heart made him worry. He hated seeing you hurt or upset. He wanted what was best for you, always. Giving you his heart in exchange for your own. That was a scary thing at first, trading the most fragile thing he had to you. His love swelling as you appreciated him, as you valued him as the most important person in your life.

He gave you his all and so did you.

After a couple of moments, you finally opened your eyes again, being able to keep them open and you focused on his face. Taking in his beauty as he smiled fondly at you.

His hand still on your cheek, he asked. "Do yer wanna go make waffles with me?"

His eyes stayed on yours as you took a deep breath in. Slowly, you nodded closing your eyes briefly again. His smile turned into a grin as he slowly pulled you towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and under your legs as you enclosed your legs and arms around him.

It was now your turn to smile as his scent filled your nose, his warmth flowing into you.

"Are yer wearin' my shirt?"

A small hum left your lips. He loved it when you took his clothes, especially his t-shirts. Your legs were covered with your own Pajama bottoms. He was wearing sweats and a slightly baggy shirt, his casual comfy outfit.

His grips tightened as he started to walk down the stairs, making sure you were safe in his arms. You mustered up enough energy to bring your fingers through his hair, the silky, grey strands slipping through your fingers. He hummed in acknowledgement, your eyes again, slowly opening to adjust to the light.

After entering the kitchen, the first thing you took notice of was a mop of yellow hair on top of a curly mop of black hair. Atsumu and Kiyoomi were laid on the couch, entangled in each other as the former lifted his head to see his brother carefully placing you on a kitchen stool. His eyes met yours and you both smiled at each other.

'samu was whipped for you, Atsumu had always known, it was obvious. How he would talk about you, how he would make you the perfect dish while giving his brother a little less. Atsumu had never seen his twin soo in love. He laid his head back on Kiyoomi's chest with a smile and turned his attention back to the tv.

Osamu moved skillfully around the kitchen, collecting 2 mugs and eggs. He filled both cups, one with milk and one flour. Giving you an egg to crack into the bowl. He turned to watch you pour all the ingredients together to make a waffle mixture.

Taking hold of the whisk, he gently took the bowl and started to mix the ingredients. You watched with your head resting on the palm of your hand, leaning on the counter.

You were grateful for him, lucky enough to call him your own. His eyes concentrated on the waffle mixture and his hands steadily holding the bowl.

After mixing until it poured off the whisk he turned to you with a smile on his perfect face. Grinning back at him, you watched Osamu move towards the waffle maker.

"move yer lazy ass"

With a quick shuffle, Atsumu moved closer to Kiyoomi as Osamu made space for both him and you. The couch was long enough to fit all 4 of you even with everyone draped across it.

You all sat up as 'samu placed the plates with waffles on the table in front of the couch. He quickly walked back into the kitchen to get some paper towels so you wouldn't make a mess.

Your waffles were perfectly decorated with the flavours you liked. 'samu knew what you liked and so when he asked he basically answered himself.

After finishing your food, the plates were stacked and moved out the way as Kiyoomi moved his legs forward with 'tsumu's as your boyfriend laid his behind him.

His hands reaching out to grab your waist as he gently pulled you on top of him. Your head snuggled into his neck as the smell of waffles and soft cologne wafted through your nose.

8.03pm

"Thank you 'samu" you whispered, "for everything you do for me. I love you"

Osamu smiled into your hair as his heart swelled.

"I love you too, soo much"

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softomi · 3 years

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HQ Characters as NIKI songs and lyrics.

Friends - Bokuto Kotarou

You trade my promises for your feelings, we’ve gone too far to turn back

We should try to coexist, should have never even crossed the line

Can’t fall in love with somebody like you, I’m not meant for somebody like you

Akaashi once told you that Bokuto was the type to fall hard; when he tripped he’d tumble harder and faster than you had ever seen anyone do. But what you didn’t know was that Akaashi meant love; Bokuto was the type to stumble into love. His feet would tangle over his own and he would fall, he’d fall hard. Like cold waves crashing into him to wake him up, when the dust settled, when the fog disappeared; all he saw was you.

He pulled the blanket to cover your shoulder, his arm tucked under your head, he was on cloud nine. He grinned throughout the night. The lack of sleep didn’t bother him, seeing you covered in his sheets was worth the sleepless night. He was just heading out the front door when you walked out his bedroom, the blanket wrapped around your body as you were shuffling to grasp your clothes.

He couldn’t help himself, footsteps trudging themselves to you, “Morning beautiful.”

His hands trailed your arms, cupping your cheeks; you pull away, “Kou.” You’re looking at him, “I hope you know that last night wasn’t anything romantic.”

“Oh.” The smile on his face falters for a moment, “Then what was it?”

You’re pulling his sheets to keep them covering yourself, “We were both drunk.” He wasn’t, and you knew too well that you weren’t, “It was just purely physical, let’s just pretend it didn’t happen.”

Your walking back to his room with his heart already in your hands.

Let’s pretend it didn’t happen. It was thrown out the window the moment you decided to go back to his place that night. The jacket you had forgotten from the previous night suddenly dropped back onto its place on his couch. Fingers tugging against his hair, his lips pressing kisses against your skin; as he breathed against your shoulder, you were too aware of the line being crossed.

It was absolutely dreadful, he was the worse at pretending things didn’t happen. His hands were on your waist, when Akaashi noticed the action, you were quick to swat the man’s hand off. Akaashi raised a brow, you tried to brush it off; waving a hand to dismiss the action, trying to play it as Bokuto’s friendly manner.

“Don’t you think you’re making a mistake?” Akaashi sips his coffee, he was quick to question you once Bokuto left to the bathroom.

You’re smiling innocently, “I don’t know what you mean Keiji.”

He takes a deep sigh, “He’s chosen to sit next to you which he rarely does, don’t think I didn’t see how he was touching you by the waist, and don’t get me started on how he’s staring ‘lovingly’ at you every chance he gets.” Akaashi takes another sip from his cup, “Also, he told me about your little adventure that happened last weekend; you can’t trust him to keep a secret.”

You run a hand across your face, “It’s okay. We promised that it wouldn’t amount to anything.” Albeit, promises were made when you were on top of him.

“I just don’t want anyone to get hurt.” You’re suddenly uncomfortable because the way Akaashi looks at you, the way his eyes narrowed with his statement; it was not you he was worried about.

Newsflash - Oikawa Tooru

Go be someone else’s hangover

Newsflash, I can do better you.

Mr. Casanova won’t you, save your intrigue and all your techniques

It was absolutely annoying, he was always accidentally bumping into you; as if he was trying to do a meet-cute. The flirtatious smile on his lips as he hit you with another line, there was even a moment when he had reused a line he had said to you a month earlier. It was incredibly revolting the way other girls practically fell to his feet.

He was no superstar in your mind, he neither the knight in shining armor nor the prince many girls claimed him to be. In fact, you knew too well that his hunting ground mainly consisted of girls from different schools; he was clever enough to keep it all on the downlow. But the moment he laid eyes on you, he was intrigued.

“Well, what a coincidence.” He’s cheeky, throwing you a peace sign as he nears you.

You barely give him a glance, “Not really a coincidence when our classes are right next to each other.” While you weren’t interested in any romantic relationship with him, he was still interesting to talk to.

He’s pulling into the seat in front of you, he always claimed it until it was time to leave for his class, “So, what are you doing this weekend?” His fingers dance upon your notebook, trying to draw your attention to him.

“Not spending it with you.” You don’t look up from your notes, “Perhaps you could find another girl; maybe the one that’s been hanging on your arm this week.” You finally bring your eyes to meet his, “Your girlfriend, right?”

He hums, the tip of his finger touching against your nose, “I was thinking we could go see a movie.” His arms fall over your study material, “at my place? I have the comfiest bed in the world.”

Your elbow leaned onto the desk, your chin resting on your palm, “Do the other girls fall for that?”

“What other girls?” The moment your lips start spouting his previous partners, he’s pressing a finger to your lips, “Please, they’re nothing compared to you.”

“Oh Mr. Casanova.” The sarcastic tone in your voice bites him, “I will never go out with you.”

That never stops him; it only eggs him on. Even with the girl attached to his arm, he still stares at you in the halls. He still brushes his hand against your thigh when he walks by; he still presses himself against you in the library to grab that book you needed, his hand lingering on your hip.

“You’re making it too obvious, love.” He whispers in between bookshelves, “You’re falling for me.”

The book in your hand smacks against his head when you turn, your tongue pokes out at him, “In your dreams, Romeo.” He follows the way your hips move across the library, your hand dragging across the back of your boyfriend; your eyes locked on his as you kiss the man.

Lowkey - Suna Rintarou

Be as quiet as you can, cause if anyone see’s they’ll just blow shit up

You ain’t even gotta lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, lo, love me

Be discreet, gotta dodge all the tabloids

The party was winding down, the last of the alcohol barely keeping people entertained; you knew that when Osamu and the girl volunteered to get more drinks, it meant they weren’t going to come back. Many were already passed out on the couches, your eyes lingering onto the male across from you. For someone so quiet, he was a heavy drinker. After a while, it was just the two of you awake; it was just the two of you making out over the small coffee table.

It was discrete, the back of his hand pushing you more into him; the taste of alcohol still on his tongue. Your hands on the table, holding yourself enough to not disrupt the shot glasses on the hardwood. But the stirring of the male behind you makes you both halt. He was so inviting, his pinkie dragging yours along as you two abandoned the living room; opting for a bedroom.

He’s hushing you, despite his usual slow demeanor; he wasted no time pulling you onto his lap, “Be quiet.” He’s covering your mouth, the knock at the door makes you two turn.

“Suna?” The male on the other side is drawing his words out, “Hey, did you see y/n leave? I swear I saw her just a second ago.”

Yeah, you were pressing kisses onto his neck; your tongue drawing circles over his collarbone, “Yeah, she went home.” The sound of a door shutting makes him relax, “If you don’t want them to blow this out of proportion, you’re going to need to keep quiet.” Even in bed, he wasn’t much of a talker; but you on the other hand, he keeps your sounds low with his mouth over yours.

He snuck you out the morning after, it wasn’t much sneaking as the boys of the apartment were still unconscious. It’s just like him to let you leave on your own, no attachment, in fact; he enjoyed watching you walk out the building in your clothes from the night before.

“So who was it?” All the heads turned to you, your eyes fell on Suna; he wasn’t even a tad interested in the conversation, “I saw you doing the walk of shame.” Osamu looks at every male at the table, “You slept with someone at this table.”

You’re feigning confusion, “I honestly don’t know what you mean Samu. I left during the night, maybe you saw someone who looked like me?”

“Just because you did the walk of shame doesn’t mean you have to drag others in too.” Suna interjects, the men in the group all hum in agreement. Osamu is dumbfounded as he begins a defense for his argument.

Your phone vibrates in the middle of his monologue. Let’s get out of here. It’s unnoticeable, the wink he sends you when you look at him.

“Suna and I need to prepare for our psychology exam.” You’re waving your phone at Osamu, “You can text me your little rant.” The two cell phones vibrate against Suna’s desk, your head buried into his pillow; you feel like your teeth might shatter if you continue to keep quiet.

I Like You - Kita Shinsuke

You wanted fun, I served you threats.

Ladies and gentlemen, I’m the joke; the punchline they got too old.

It’s so typical for me to fall for your kind.

It wasn’t every day that you got to see him; he only came to the cities every few months or so to deliver rice to Onigiri Miya. It was how you met him; during a particularly lively employee dinner that Osamu insisted he join, the cute rice farmer offered you a ride home. Only, he ended up staying the night; pushing you into the sheets as you gasp for air. He hadn’t left a cell number or any contact information; he only insisted he’d see you next time.

From the time in between, you pestered Osamu to give you little details about his high school friend. The small facts he gave you made your heart flutter, it made you crave him more. When he arrived the next month, he lingered in the restaurant past closing; Osamu bid him farewell, leaving the two of you to close shop for the night. The shop’s light was still on until the middle of the night.

“I like you.” You whispered against his lips, he stopped. His eyes stared into you, almost like he wasn’t sure if he was hearing right. You laugh, your arms wrapping around his neck, “I’m joking.”

Your smile faltered as he lifted you, somehow that night wasn’t like the others. The pleasure mixed with sadness; his lips tasted more like poison than it did sweetness. Your mind jaded, he was noticing your lack of enthusiasm.

“Are you okay?” His concern made your eyes snap to him.

A sigh leaving your lips as you sat up, your hands grasping onto your sheets, “Yeah. I don’t think I’m feeling it tonight.”

“Okay.” He was apathetic, even as he pressed a kiss onto your forehead, it was infuriating.

Two months pass from the day you last confessed. For two months, you cursed yourself out. You promised to never see him again; but the moment he stepped back into the restaurant, the moment the rice farmer laid eyes on you; you knew you couldn’t resist.

It was like time had gone back, the same events happened from the first night. The employee dinner, the offer ride home, the entrance into your bedroom. Your nails dug into his back, the ringing of your cell phone was drowned out by your voice bouncing off the walls.

“Do you know if Kita’s ever dated?” You looked at your boss.

Osamu shrugs, “I guess I’ve never seen or heard about him dating. He’s kind of a private guy.” Osamu turns to you, “Why? Are you interested?”

You flush, “Maybe.”

His words would later echo in your head as Kita presses love bites on your chest.

Pretty sure he’s seeing someone in the cities; why else would he deliver ten bags of rice every month.

You’re pulling him up, sloppy kisses on his lips, you’re grinning; he was just so beautiful.

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glitchh3d · 3 years

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||Helping to Forget|| ~ Halloween pt.2

Not proof read. Kinda short. Whatever.

Also in a previous post I said Kiyoko and Yachi were dating. That’s changed.

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CONT. of HALLOWEEN NIGHT

Kait rubbed (Y/n)’s back soothingly as she cried into her shoulder. Suna, Kita and Osamu stood back a few steps watching with pity as they listened to the choked and broken sobs coming from the girl they didn’t know.

“(Y/n), come on… It’s cold and you’re in a tiny dress. Take my jacket,” (Y/n) pulled herself away from her friend and shook her head, wiping away her tears.

“No, take mine, (Y/n). I have a sweatshirt on anyways,” Suna said, stopping forward, shrugging off his jacket. He draped it over (Y/n)’s shoulders and smiled smally at her. “I’m ah- I’m Suna, by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled appreciatively at him and pulled it closer around her body as a shiver ran through her body. “Thank you,” She whispered and he nodded, stepping back again.

“I’m sorry to hear what happened tonight, (Y/n). My name is Kita Shinsuke, by the way. And this is-”

“Osamu. Pleasure to finally meet you, (Y/n).” Osamu smirked at her and her eyebrows furrowed. He looked familiar but it was too dark to tell who he was. She’d heard the name somewhere before, she just didn’t know where and she was too upset to care right now.

“Hi. Thank you for coming to get me… Do you think I can stay with you guys until I can… Until I can figure out what I’m going to do?”

Kita nodded and Kait linked her arm with (Y/n)’s. “Of course. Do we need to go anywhere to grab your stuff?”

(Y/n) shook her head as her lip quivered.

“N-no. We’re supposed to spend the night at Semi’s house a-and all my stuff is packed in a bag with T-Teru’s.” Kait nodded and they began walking towards the car. Kita got in the driver spot, Osamu in the passenger seat, and Suna, Kait and (Y/n) smooshed into the back seat. (Y/n) sat in the middle, leaning her head on Kait’s shoulder as the older woman gently stroked her hair.

“It’s okay, dove. It’s okay, you can cry.” (Y/n) sniffled again and the car was quiet as Kita drove. The only thing to be heard was the soft sniffles (Y/n) made as she cried into Kait’s arm.

Suna and Kait made direct eye contact over (Y/n)’s head and Kait smiled gently. Suna nodded back and turned to look out the window, not wanting to get into whatever the hell had just happened.

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Terushima sat on the bed in Kuroo and Kenma’s bedroom, staring at his phone. He wanted to have fun and party but when his girlfriend just up and disappeared without telling anyone where she was going, it was hard.

Did something happen? Did someone say something to her? Did she not feel good? If she’d only told him, they both could have gone back to Semi’s and rested. He’d gladly give up a night of partying to hang out with his favorite girl and she knew that.

So why did she just run away from whatever happened without saying anything? What did her text to “just leave her alone” mean. Did he do something wrong?

“Hey, (Y/n) texted me back. Did she text you?” Oikawa asked as he entered the room. Terushima looked up with wide eyes and he nodded, holding his phone up to show Oikawa the screen.

“Yeah, told me to leave her alone and that she just wants to sleep. She’s also with Kait, so I don’t know…” Terushima explained pathetically. Oikawa sat on the bed next to him, leaning back and staring at the ceiling.

“Well, did you try calling or texting Kait?” Oikawa asked Terushima shook his head no. “You dumbass, try calling her and see if she knows what happened.”

“I don’t have her number… But Atsumu can get it! He went to the same high school as her!” Terushima said, perking up. He was going to get to the bottom of whatever happened.

“Good. No go take care of shit. Because (Y/n) is sad and if it’s your fault, I will hang you upside down from a flagpole by your balls. Understood?” Terushima nodded at his words and hurried out of the room and towards where he’d left Atsumu, Taichi, and Futakuchi.

“Yo! Bro! Find her?” Atsumu asked and Terushima nodded. “Where is she?”

“She’s with Kait. And (Y/n) was telling me that Kait is at a party with Kita. And-”

“No shit? ‘Samu is at Kita’s place too.”

“Perfect! Get me Kait’s number, please!”

Atsumu nodded and pulled out his phone, texting his twin brother asking for Kait’s contact information. A text came through a few seconds later and Atsumu turned his phone screen for Terushima to see.

He grinned and thanked Atsumu Osamu (who couldn’t hear him) and quickly saved Kait’s number to his phone.

“Fuck!” Terushima swore loudly, slamming his phone on the counter behind him. Everyone stared with wide eyes at him. “What the fuck did I do?”

“What did Kait say?” Atsumu asked, sipping from his beer.

“She said to rethink everything I did tonight… which wasn’t much.”

“Well, why don’t you list it off and we’ll try and help you?” Hanamaki said and Terushima nodded in agreement, thinking his night through.

“So, first… we went to Semi’s house and got ready, and (Y/n) and I were fine. Then we came here and she was dragged away by Kuroo to go see the Seijoh guys, then I came in to grab a drink, I got a little carried away after promising to go back to see her, then I got caught up taking shots with Suga, Tanaka, and Noya on the dance floor, and then-” Terushima froze, his mind replaying when he was with the ex-Karasuno players.

He remembers Tanaka and him downed a shot together, then another, and another, and as Tanaka began pouring another one…

Flashback “Yo I could kiss this man right now,” Terushima laughed as Tanaka poured him another shot. Noya was bouncing next to him excitedly as he watched. Asahi had told him no more drinking for at least a half hour so he was enjoying Terushima and Tanaka destroying their livers.

“Do it! Do it!”

“Do it! Do it! Do it!” The crowd around them cheered for him to kiss Tanaka. He laughed and soon enough, Tanaka was grabbing him by the back of the next and yanking him down into a quick, 2 second kiss.

They pulled away laughing and Terushima wiped his lips off to get the feeling of the plasticy feeling blonde hair of Tanaka’s wig off. Kiyoko, Tanaka’s girlfriend, rolled her eyes with a small smile and then wandered off to go talk to Yachi and her girlfriend Keiko who were both dressed as pirates.

Terushima looked around the room, trying to find his friends and he caught a glimpse of (Y/n)’s blue dress disappearing out the front door.

He shrugged, thinking she was just getting some fresh air and then returned to dancing with his new friends. End Flashback

“Oh fuck,” He swore, grabbing his phone off the counter. “Where’s Kita live? I need to go talk to (Y/n).”

“Wait? What happened?” Matsukawa asked as Terushima scrambled for his things.

“I think (Y/n) saw me kiss Tanaka. But he’s wearing a girl wig and-”

“Oh you fucking moron,” Iwaizumi said as he stood up from where he was leaning against the counter. Terushima’s eyes widened and he took a step back.

“She thinks you cheated on her?” Hanamaki asked and Terushima nodded.

“I didn’t though! She mistook Tanaka for a girl and she took off before I could see her or talk to her and I swear this is just a big misunderstanding!” Oikawa blinked at him, unimpressed.

“I can’t believe you! You made her cry! You goddamn asshole! I swear I’m gonna-”

“Now now, Iwa-chan. Let’s give him a chance to fix his problem before we resort to beating the shit out of him, yeah?” Oikawa said, moving his arm in front of Iwaizumi’s chest to hold him back as he stared at Terushima with a cold, hard look.

“I swear I just need to get to wherever Kita lives so I can clear things up with her and it’ll be fine! Who here is sober and has a car?” Terushima asked. Kuroo perked up.

“Akaashi is sober! And he lives here so his car is here!”

“Great! Where is he? I need a ride.”

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“Am I not good enough?” (Y/n) asked as she and Kait cuddled on Kita’s couch. Suna and Osamu were sitting across from them on the floor and Kita was making her tea. There were some other guys that Kita was friends with there before but they’d left when they had returned to the house to give more privacy.

“No, don’t say that, (Y/n). Terushima is just… a jerk.”

“He kissed someone else right in front of me. He didn’t even hesitate.”

“He kissed someone else right in front of you?” Osamu asked and (Y/n) nodded. Despite not knowing Suna, Kita, or Osamu for more than a half hour, she felt oddly safe around them. She had also found out that Osamu was Atsumu’s twin brother. “The better twin” he claimed.

“Here you go, (Y/n). Kait.” Kita came back holding two mugs of tea. He handed them off and (Y/n) sat up straighter on the couch.

“Thank you, Kita.”

“Of course. You’re our friend now. And we help friends.”

She smiled and sipped on her tea watching as the boys got back into their banter with each other, sometimes dragging Kait into it and making fun of her. She rolled her eyes and teased them right back and (Y/n) smiled fondly.

“-not my fault you ran naked across the baseball field back when you were a third year.” (Y/n) snapped out of her daze as she heard that.

“Who did that?”

“Shut up, boys.” Kait snapped, her face red. “Nothing (Y/n). No one did anything.”

“Nah, not true. Kait here streaked across the baseball field after her ex-boyfriend broke up with her to “feel something.”” Osamu explained making (Y/n) snort and turn to her friend. Kait rolled her eyes and flipped Osamu off.

“Okay, not my best moment, I’ll admit. But it did make for a damn good yearbook memory.” Kait said, making everyone laugh.

The conversation carried on, (Y/n) chiming in every once in a while but she mostly just listened. She finished her tea and set it on the table before leaning back into the couch, pulling Suna’s jacket closer around her body to stay warm.

“Oh, remember that one time Osamu and Atsumu-” Loud knocking on the door cut Kait off and everyone turned to stare at the front door.

“I got it,” Kita said, standing up and walking over to it. He opened it with a confused look on his face and then his eyes widened as he was shoved to the side and Terushima rushed in.

“Where is she?” He asked. (Y/n)’s eyes widened and she stood up quickly.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” She asked. Terushima eyed the jacket she was wearing suspiciously but ignored it as he rushed around the couch and pulled her into a hug.

“Dude, who the fuck are you?” Osamu asked as he and Suna stood up. He fell silent though as Atsumu waltzed through the door.

“Hey.” Atsumu waved.

Suna, Kita, and Osamu stared at him in confusion before putting the pieces together and realizing that Terushima was in fact, the boyfriend that kissed someone else in front of her.

“(Y/n), I promise whatever you saw, wasn’t what it looked like. I love you. I’m with you for a reason. I did kiss another person,” (Y/n) opened her mouth to talk. “No, shh. Listen to me, please. I kissed Tanaka. He played for Karasuno back in highschool. He was dressed as Regina George and that’s why it looked like I kissed a girl.” (Y/n) narrowed her eyes at him, all sadness gone, replaced by anger.

“You still kissed someone else,” She said and he nodded.

“I know, I know baby. But you know what they say? Bros before hoes and I promise I’ll always choose you over any of those hoes. The kiss was a joke and I promise, PROMISE, it won’t happen again. I love you so much. Please don’t break up with me.” Terushima was clutching her wrists. She sighed and nodded.

“I love you too, moron. Just… don’t kiss dudes in wigs anymore. Please. I… I’m still upset but we’ll talk,” She glanced around the room. “In private tomorrow when we get home, okay?” He nodded and pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her hair.

“Fuck, I love you.”

“I love you too, stop saying that.”

“But I love you so damn much. And who the fucks jacket is this? Here, take it off, take mine.”

yes

they’re not fixed yet. Semi has some words. Just wait.

UMMMMMM ILY BYE!

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Meeting the Fam

This takes place about 6 months after the events of this prompt. Pure sappy fluffiness. Enjoy! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Satomi sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window. Her jaw was clenched tight, and her hands were resting in her lap with her fingers entwined. Her right leg was lightly bouncing; her stomach a knot. She heard Hijikata softly snort.

“You can relax, you know.”

Satomi exhaled. “I’m fine.”

“Your leg says otherwise.”

Satomi scowled at Hijikata. “It’s hard not to be nervous when your boyfriend tells you this is the first time he’s bringing a girlfriend to meet his parents.”

“You should take it as a good thing,” Hijikata soothed with a smirk.

Satomi sighed and returned to looking out the window once more. She was always nervous to meet new people, but the fact that she was the first woman to be introduced to Hijikata’s parents just compounded her nerves. She knew Hijikata held a deep affection for his parents. He always spoke well of them.

A part of her wondered how much influence they had on his life. If they didn’t like her, would they tell Hijikata to end the relationship? Would they meddle until he did what they wished? One previous boyfriend had a mother who inserted herself into their relationship. Needless to say, it didn’t last.

Too soon, Hijikata pulled into the driveway of a home with a small, neatly tended yard. Satomi took a fortifying breath before unbuckling and stepping out of the car. Hijikata met her as she shut the door, and they both walked up to the front door. He pushed it open and stepped through the doorway. Satomi followed.

“Hello,” Hijikata called as he slid his shoes off.

Satomi heard quick footsteps echo down the hall as her own shoes came off, and she saw an older woman with brown hair appear. The woman’s smile was bright as she caught sight of Hijikata, and when she was close enough, she gave him a hug.

“Toshi-chan! How are you?”

“Fine, Mom,” he replied softly with a chuckle. Satomi saw the affectionate smile on his face as his mother pulled away from him. “This is Satomi.”

Satomi stiffened slightly as his mother turned her attention to her. Satomi hoped her own smile was genuine and conveyed a sense of ease that she wasn’t feeling just yet. The woman kept her smile and pulled Satomi into a hug.

“It’s so nice to meet you, Satomi-chan. Toshi has told us so much about you. He said you were hurt at work a while back, you poor thing.”

Satomi chuckled nervously. “Oh, I’m doing much better now. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

The woman stepped back, appraising her. “You may call me Hanako.”

“Okay.”

Hanako began to walk back down the hall, motioning for the pair to follow her. Satomi glanced at Hijikata, who shot her an encouraging smile. Satomi walked in front of Hijikata, taking in her surroundings. The first thing she noticed was that there were family photos everywhere—a stark contrast to her own family’s home. She stopped in front of one that featured all three boys with their parents. What made her pause was the contentment on each of their faces.

“What is it?” Hijikata murmured.

“You all look…so happy,” Satomi said wistfully.

Hijikata hummed, and she could hear the fondness in his tone. “We were.”

She stared at the photo a little longer, taking in young Hijikata’s features. While he had matured significantly, she could see that many of his looks had remained the same. She peered up at him with a little smirk.

“You were cute even as a teen.”

She saw Hijikata blush before she began walking again.

“Oi! Don’t say stuff like that and leave me!” he scolded without heat as he chased after her at a leisurely pace.

They went to the living room where his father sat in an easy chair. Upon seeing them enter, Isamu stood and approached them, a jovial smile lighting up his face.

“Ah! This must be the young lady that has my son head-over-heels!” he exclaimed as he pulled Satomi into a bear hug.

Satomi’s cheeks flushed a deep red as she processed the warmth that just radiated from this man. She now knew where Isami got his kindness from. After a few seconds, he let her go.

“Daaad!” Hijikata groaned out of embarrassment.

“What? Don’t tell me she doesn’t know you think that way about her!”

“Of course she knows. You don’t have to be so…”

“It’s fine, Toshi. Really. It’s nice to meet you, Kondō-san.”

“Samu is fine, my dear. No formalities here. We’re all family. Come on, now make yourself comfortable. Hanako is cooking up one of Toshi’s favorites.”

Hanako came from the kitchen with a teapot, teacups, spoons, and various sweeteners. She set it on the coffee table and motioned for everyone to help themselves. Toshi did so immediately, turning to Satomi questioningly. She nodded an affirmation as she settled herself on the couch.

Conversation. Satomi wasn’t even sure where to begin. She desperately wanted their approval, and while it seemed she had it, for now, she didn’t want to lose it or make a bad impression.

Hijikata handed Satomi a cup of tea as Isamu asked, “How’s the residency, Toshi?”

Hijikata sat next to her on the couch. She immediately realized that Hijikata sat close enough that they were touching, which was highly unusual when they were around others. She blew on her tea before taking a sip, noting the sparkle in Isamu’s eyes. So he noticed too…

“Busy. Never a dull moment.”

“I heard they let first years shadow you?” Hanako asked with pride.

“Sure, but…that’s nothing special.”

“That’s not what Sami-chan said. The other surgeons are quite impressed with your skill. He said it’s not often a second year is shadowed.” Hijikata shrugged as he stirred his tea. He was clearly uncomfortable with the praise. Hanako turned to Satomi. “And how is your job? Have you gone back to that unit you got hurt on?”

Satomi nodded, her body stiffening slightly at the mention of her injury. “I have.”

“You’re certainly brave.”

Satomi’s answering smile was self-deprecating. “Or incredibly foolish.”

Hijikata snorted in agreement. Satomi playfully glared at him over the rim of her cup as she drank. The conversation continued, and Satomi began to relax. Hijikata’s close presence was very comforting, and it was hard to maintain a sense of wariness around his parents when he was so uninhibited.

Dinner was amazing. Satomi had never tasted anything so delicious, and she couldn’t help the grin on her face as she ate to her heart’s content. There was good-natured ribbing of Hijikata’s own cooking skills, and Satomi was proud to announce that she had been teaching Hijikata the basics.

“He’s getting pretty good at it too,” Satomi said with an affectionate smile directed at Hijikata.

“You must be quite patient with him,” Isamu said with a wink. “Toshi is easily frustrated by things that don’t come easily to him.”

“Oi,” Hijikata grumbled.

Satomi giggled, knowing that Hijikata wasn’t as upset as he sounded.

When the meal was finished, they helped clear the table, and while Hijikata left the kitchen with Isamu, Satomi stayed with Hanako to assist with the dishes. The ceramic plates and bowls clinked gently against each other as Satomi washed them and Hanako dried and put them away. Satomi started to feel her body tensing again. She knew she should probably talk, but like before, she wasn’t sure where to begin.

“Toshi-chan tells me you’ve had a difficult upbringing.”

Fuck, Satomi thought as a chill went down her spine and her mind raced to conclude the absolute worst outcome of this conversation. She scrambled to minimize her experience. “It wasn’t…horrible.”

“But having a father who is an alcoholic paired with a mother who didn’t stand up for you? That’s tough.”

Satomi shrugged defensively. “I made it through all right.”

Hanako smiled. “I’m not judging you, my dear. I just realize that we must be so strange to you.”

Satomi paused and glanced at Hanako out of the corner of her eye. She then sighed and turned so that her whole body was facing Hanako. “Not strange. I know this is what a family is supposed to be like. I think…somehow I always knew my own family wasn’t the norm. So…I focused on getting myself through.”

Hanako carefully set the plate she had been drying onto the counter and wiped her hands on the towel. “Toshi-chan worries about you. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise you.”

Satomi shook her head. “Not at all. It’s…” she paused to huff in amusement. “It was one of the first indications that he liked me. He always told me to be careful before I went up to the unit.”

“He cares a great deal about you…more so than any other girlfriend. I can tell…”

Satomi took a deep breath, and before she could over analyze it, she let words tumble out of her mouth. “I know he can be abrasive, overprotective, stubborn, and guarded, but I also know…how much he cares. I see it in his work as well as the way he interacts with you both. He’s passionate and loyal. I…” she stopped as her eyes widened at how open and vulnerable she was being with a woman she had just met. Heat suffused her cheeks as her eyes fell to the floor.

Satomi started when she felt Hanako hug her once again. She stood still, not sure how to respond to this embrace. It felt different than the one she received earlier—it was reassuring.

“You don’t need to tell me. I know. Thank you for making him so happy.”

“I…of course…” Satomi whispered as she stood there, unsure if she should return the gesture.

After another moment, Hanako released her. “Now, let’s go join them.”

The rest of the evening passed with pleasant conversation. When they said their goodbyes and had climbed into Hijikata’s car, Satomi realized that she wasn’t as exhausted as she anticipated she would be. The whole evening was low-key, and as they pulled out of the driveway, she stared in wonder at the couple standing in the doorway to watch their son leave.

“So?”

Satomi peered up at Hijikata, taking note of his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. She snorted softly through her nose. Apparently, he had been more worried about her liking them rather than the other way around.

“They’re lovely.”

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