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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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reflections

sfw but contains swearing and some mildly suggestive language. suna takes a thirst trap, people thirst in the comments, do with that what you will. cross posted on ao3.

suna x f!reader, 3.4k words, suna is a boy failure agenda despite his cool demeanor, workplace romance, social media coordinator reader, timeskip, pro volleyball player suna. he is also a loser when it comes to liking girls. (i say this with so much love)

A walking nightmare for any PR professional to be assigned to work with.

That was how just about everyone in the industry referred to one Suna Rintarou, middle blocker for EJP Raijin, and absolute terror to work with. Not because he was particularly offensive or controversial, no. He just gave you absolutely nothing to work with. Put him in a post-game interview, and he'd give one-word answers, staring at his phone half the time. Try to cajole him into doing a promo video for Instagram, and he'd deliver whatever lines you gave him with the energy and pizazz of a cinderblock. And god forbid you try to get him to do some livestream event, he'd call in sick.

Trying to get Suna to do any kind of publicity that didn't make him look completely devoid of personality was like trying to force a square peg in a round hole. But the day you stopped trying would be the day you died. Or took a new job. Whichever comes first.

You've got a fun idea planned for a new video for the team's social media, and you're pretty sure most of the players are going to get a real kick out of it. Here's the plan, right? You contacted all the players' family and friends and asked them to send you some of their childhood photos. The more embarrassing, the better. And then, when they get to practice today, you're going to walk up to them, and ask them to sign the photo.

It sounds kind of lame when written out like that, but really, the format has done numbers on social media. Fans love the silly photos of their favorite players, and the players get a kick out of the throwback.

So here you are, waiting by the entrance to the gym, stack of photos and a pen in hand. You're excited about this. It's going to be good.

Motoya is the first player to arrive. He just about keels over laughing at the photo of himself, in which he's wearing a dinosaur onesie and proudly presenting his cherished Holo Rayquaza Pokémon card to the camera. He wipes his laughter-induced tears and signs the photo, asking if you can send him a copy of the photo.

He saunters off to practice, and you feel like you're off to a good start.

A handful of other players arrive, with varying reactions, though everyone seems to take it in stride. Sarukui barks out a laugh, asking how you managed to get the atrocious photo of him in front of his middle school science fair project, before signing the photo and remarking on how proud he was of his baking soda volcano. Washio's face betrays no surprise when you hand him his picture and a pen, but you can tell by the slight upturn at the corner of his mouth that he's amused.

Through the glass doors to the gym, you can see Suna approaching. He's caught sight of you, you know, because he's eyeing you suspiciously as you hover near the door.

"Suna, would you mind signing this photo for us?" You ask as he enters. He pauses, warily glancing at the pen and photo in one hand and your phone in the other.

"Is this content?" He asks blandly.

You hum noncommittally as he takes the pen and photo from you. His eyes narrow as he takes in what he's looking at. Which, to be candid, is one of your best finds for this whole thing. It's a photo of Suna from what you would guess is his early high school years. His hair is longer, and he has the same bored expression he always wears, but the funniest part about it is the fact that he's wearing a black hoodie, hood up, with the green alien from Invader Zim on it, and it's a mirror selfie. He's trying so hard to look cool, and you knew when you got this photo from his younger sister that this was going to be a hit.

Suna is still staring at the photo, wordlessly. You tilt your head, trying to gauge his expression. You can make out a faint hint of a blush on his cheeks, and his brow is furrowed.

"How did you get this?" he manages to sputter out finally, though he isn't meeting your gaze, eyes still focused on the offending image. "I swear to god I deleted all of these photos, what the fuck."

"I've got my ways." You reply cheerily.

He grumbles in irritation, but uncaps the pen and signs the photo nevertheless. "I just want you and everyone watching this video to know that I've put my emo kid days behind me."

"Cringe is dead, Suna, be yourself." You reassure him.

He snorts at that, handing you back the signed photo. "What are you doing with these?" He asks.

"Hm, dunno. Maybe for the charity auction? I'm sure fans would love these." You giggle.

What was once a light dusting of pink on his cheeks has turned to a full on blush, his face bright red. He shakes his head in dismay. "I'll provide as many other mirror selfies as you or the fans want to avoid that one going on sale at the auction."

You can't help but think he looks a little bit cute like this, flustered and flushed, so different from his usual cool-guy, unbothered and uninterested, persona. His fans are going to love this video.

You laugh, gently placing your hand on his arm to reassure him. "I'm joking, Suna. It's just for the video, you can have it after if you want. And if you really don't want it to be included, we can edit your clip out."

He shakes his head again, indignant. "No, it'll be weird if I'm the only one not in the video. And it's whatever. I'll just redeem myself."

"Redeem yourself?" You ask, confused.

A slight smirk briefly flits across his face. "You'll see."

You watch him go, as he heads into the locker room to change for practice, confused on what exactly he plans to do to 'redeem' himself. And also confused but pleasantly surprised by his sudden willingness to participate in the crafting of his own public image. He'd make your job a lot easier if he was more engaged in the social media content and interviews he's supposed to be doing. So you'll take whatever he wants to do to 'redeem' himself.

Anyways, with the most difficult of your players to do content with out of the way, you reorder your photos and add Suna's to the stack of already-signed pictures. Just a few more now, and you're confident this video is going to be a hit.

The video is a hit. You posted it to the EJP Raijin account, and as expected, the fans eat it up. In particular, Suna is a hot topic in the comments, with half the users gushing over how he's so cute when he's flustered. You happen to agree with them from a purely professional standpoint, of course, and you feel like this might be a winning strategy for engagement from his fans. You file that mental note away for later.

You smile to yourself as you scroll through the comments. A job well done, if you say so, with already over 50,000 likes within the first day of posting. You're glad you convinced your boss this was a good idea.

And as you're admiring your handiwork, and packing up to leave for the day, you see a notification pop up.

>sunarintarou has posted a new photo!

>sunarintarou tagged you in a post!

You have notifications on for all of the players, so that you can repost what they post onto the main EJP account, and help further engagement. So you tap on the notification, business as usual, expecting he just tagged the team account so you'd repost it.

You promptly drop your phone when the photo loads.

It's a mirror selfie. Oh, and he's also shirtless. That's probably an important detail to mention. If you had to guess, this was taken in the locker room, immediately after practice, based off of the sheen of sweat on his skin. Not that you're looking that closely, obviously.

You peer at your phone, sitting on your desk, and the offending photo. This was not his usual content. Suna's posts were usually photo dumps, candids of himself and his friends, that kind of thing. Not thirst trap shirtless mirror selfies! Maybe he was hacked?

But then you notice the caption.

>i promise i can take better mirror selfies now @ejp_raijin_official :p

You gape. Definitely not hacked.

You tap the comments, which are absolutely unhinged, though to be fair, is what you expected.

sunastan692: HOLY FUCKING SHITTTTT I TOLD YOU GUYS HE HAD A SLEEPER BUILD

xXxGojoGirlxXx: i want him to suffocate me with his biceps :3

motoyakomori: damn bro lol

rintar0000: my husband ladies and gentlemen. we're married.

kageyama_enthusiast: might be changing my username bc holy shit

miya.atsumu: WHO IS THIS GUY LMFAOOOOO BRO WTF

kuromiiiiicutie: Raw. Next question.

sakuchan_88: SUNA PLEASE SAVE HEX WITH ME

You blink, and tap out of the comments, forced to face the mirror selfie itself once more. And, well, he does look good. Despite your better judgment, you find yourself lingering on the photo. And come on, his abs are staring you in the face, after all.

And you're staring back. Which is fine. Which is totally normal. Completely normal and fine to ogle your coworker's washboard abs, and the way his shorts are slung low on his hips, revealing a trail of hair down to… well, you're not going to think about that, really. That's just too far.

You drag your gaze upward and your vision snags on the self-satisfied smirk on his face. He knows he's hot. And well, he does spend all day every day working out basically, so, it's to be expected.

You shake your head in exasperation. This is not something you're sharing on the official EJP Raijin page. This can stay on Suna's own Instagram. As you're trying to tap to exit out of the post and return to your main feed, you balk when you accidentally somehow double tap and like the photo.

This would happen to you, wouldn't it? Maybe it's karma for putting Suna through the whole childhood photo thing in the first place.

As quickly as you can, you remove the like. It might be the official team account, but even still, Suna knows who runs it. You don't want to have him see you liking his obvious thirst trap.

Well, at least your video did well.

Suna didn't like doing media.

He felt bad, because you were nice, and you did your job well, but, he just hated the scripted, overly sterile feel that all the interviews and media appearances tended to have. He's also not into this whole, develop your public image thing. He's here to play volleyball, and play it well. If he does that, then his image will be fine. Postgame interviews suck anyway, who actually watches those? He'll leave them to his captain.

Now, when it comes to the promotional content that you try to get of the team, well, he's just more comfortable behind the camera than in front of it. And there might be the added fact that he's developed a small, completely unimportant, irrelevant crush on you.

And Komori knows this and he doesn't want the libero to be a pain in his ass and say some dumb shit exposing him when they're doing whatever promo content. So he tries to be as uninteresting in the material you film as possible, so you never come to him. It's a solid plan, since he doesn't really give a fuck about PR or his image anyways. No one loses. Except maybe Komori since he can't meddle. But screw Komori.

But then, you'd done the whole 'sign an autograph on this photo haha oh actually it's a childhood photo haha surprise!' thing and he'd been legitimately so embarrassed he'd wanted to melt into the earth. Not even from the picture itself honestly, though, yeah that was pretty fucking embarrassing too. But the majority of the embarrassment came from the way that he'd been so embarrassed to have you specifically see such a mortifying photo of him. Did he ever plan on acting on his dumb crush? No, but a man still has to have his pride. How could you ever respect an edgy teenage Suna that wears alt kid hoodies and said 'rawr xD' in chatrooms online unironically?

The rest of the world can see that photo, sure, but having you standing in front of him, photo in hand, beaming at him as he sputtered and blushed, well, cool guy image fucking ruined. He later learned his traitor little sister sent you the photo, and well, she's written out of his will now.

When he'd walked into the locker room, face as red as a tomato, Komori had immediately pounced, sensing weakness. Suna had planned to take a very nonchalant 'brooding and mysterious but handsome vibe' mirror selfie later to include in a photo dump at some point, and somehow, it turned into a fuckboy-esque shirtless mirror selfie. It sounded brilliant at the time, when pitched to him. Komori even got the rest of the team to hype him up, though the detail of who exactly this thirst trap was being taken for was conveniently left out.

So he took the photo, and you know what, he did look hot.

But he also just looked like a fuckboy, honestly. And this is super out of character for him. His phone has been blowing up from his friends all evening, Samu called him a whore, Atsumu called him worse, and the Inarizaki grads groupchat is ripping him to shreds for the obvious thirst trap.

He's considering deleting it, but it feels like that might almost be worse. A sign of weakness, of self-doubt. That would definitely be more embarrassing than leaving it up.

He is considering turning comments off. It's flattering to have people so openly thirsting over him, but god, his mom reads these comments.

Fuck, his mom is gonna see this post.

Maybe he should delete it.

His phone pings.

He rolls over from where he's laying on the couch to grab it off the coffee table. Probably another message from the groupchat calling him a loser. He should probably just mute it.

When he picks it up, he sees a text from Komori.

[komori] 6:02 PM: dude she liked ur thirst trap

He jolts up.

[komori] 6:03 PM: [1 Photo Attached]

It's a screenshot of the post, which, honestly, hurts to look at. But Komori has circled in red the likes, where one @ejp_raijin_official has liked it. He raises a brow, and swipes out of the tab to check for himself.

He taps likes. Searches for the account name. Nothing. He rolls his eyes.

[rintarou] 6:05 PM: she unliked it if so. also from the official acc bro??? means nothing

[rintarou] 6:05 PM: im in my flop era fr

[komori] 6:06 PM: BRO have faith in yourself

[komori] 6:07 PM: also if she unliked it…. lowkey what if thats bc shes embarrassed to like it in the first place… you know.. like. no one would give a fuck if the ejp acc liked it, no one even knows who runs it outside of the team and staff. so her UNLIKING means she probably thought u were hot and then embarrassed about it. im telling u bro

[rintarou] 6:08 PM: are you ok

[komori] 6:08 PM: SHES GOTTA BE INTO YOU MAN

[rintarou] 6:09 PM: delusional…..

Suna drops his phone back on the table beside him and sighs. This is so fucking dumb.

The next day at practice is like, honest to god, hell. The guys are hyping him up, completely unaware that it completely failed to actually deliver on the goal. He's never listening to Komori, or any of these goons again.

Practice goes fine, aside from his mortification every time he sees you, sitting on the sidelines to film content from the practice to post on socials. You call Komori over to do some mini interview, and he's glad that you didn't ask for him. He was pretty sure he'd be even worse on camera than normal today.

And the day is almost over, he's about to go shower and head home and sit in his own humiliation a little more, when disaster strikes.

He's grabbing his water bottle and other things from courtside, when you call him over from where you're sitting in the stands. He briefly considers pretending he didn't hear, but when he looks up at the call of his name, he makes eye contact with you. So that plan is out.

"Hey, I just wanted to let you know, about your post yesterday-" You begin.

His heart rate just increased tenfold. He's about to crash out. Are you actually gonna acknowledge that?

His mouth moves faster than his brain can.

"Did you like it?"

As soon as the words leave his mouth, he wonders what the fuck compelled him to say that shit.

You're staring at him, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. Silence settles between you, the only audible noise is the gentle murmur of the rest of the team as they shuffle into the locker room. The door shuts with an echoing ring throughout the gym.

"I don't know why I said that, I am so fucking sorry-" He sputters out, immediately feeling heat creep up his neck and into his cheeks.

You're still staring at him, a hint of pink now gracing your cheeks as well.

"Let's just forget I posted that, and that I said that, and actually, I think I'm going to go delete that post right now anyways, Komori talked me into it for some reason and it was clearly a stupid choice." He rambles, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

"Suna, it's fine." You interrupt, having recovered from his earlier words. "I was just going to say, I know I usually repost content the team posts when they tag the official account in it, but I don't think I should repost your selfie." You pause, looking a little awkward as you continue. "It's, uh, not exactly family friendly. I think the bosses would be pretty peeved."

He nods vigorously. "That's completely fine, I don't really know why I posted it in the first place."

A pained smile crosses your face at his obvious discomfort. You look like you're about to say something, but he's going to get out of here before he says anything else stupid.

"Well, I'll head out now if that's all-"

You reach out to grab his arm as he turns. "Hey, it's seriously not that big a deal, Suna. You look good. It's a good photo. You don't have to be embarrassed."

His heart rate quickens for the second time. He's pretty sure his smart watch is going to record this as some kind of cardiac event.

"Ah." He croaks out, throat dry. "So you'd say, you uh, did like it?"

You tilt your head and raise an eyebrow. "Yes?" You say quizzically.

"Cool." He replies, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Cool?" You snort. "A girl says your thirst trap is hot, and you say cool?"

"So you knew it was a thirst trap?" He asks, prying.

You roll your eyes. "Suna, I'm like, the same age as you. I know what a thirst trap is."

He grumbles acknowledgement.

"Did you want me to like it?" You cross your arm across your chest, and narrow your eyes.

He ignores this question in favor of asking his own. "Do you wanna get dinner?"

Your eyes widen. "Are you asking me on a date?"

"Yes." He adds quickly. "Now let's stop answering questions with more questions, yes or no?"

You laugh, and Suna really hopes it's an, 'I think you're endearingly silly' laugh, not a, 'that's super pathetic and I'm about to completely destroy your ego' laugh.

You shake your head in exasperation. "You know what, sure."

And when he's walking you home that evening after dinner, and he's getting your phone number as he drops you off at your apartment, and you even kiss his cheek goodnight, he's almost grateful he let Komori talk him into posting that stupid thirst trap.

[komori] 9:38 PM: r u gonna thank me for manifesting this for u

Almost.

[rintarou] 10:34 PM: fuck off

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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thinking about sunarin x “pretty girl” reader. it’s his favorite nickname for you, partly because it makes you get all blushy and cute, and partly because he needs you to hear it. in his eyes, you’re the most gorgeous thing to have ever walked this planet, no matter how he sees you. it’s early in the morning and your hair is messed up, and he wants to grab your face and plant kisses all over your soft skin. it’s late at night and you’re yawning, trying to cram for an exam, and he wants to sit behind you to hug you and massage your shoulders. he looks at you through his phone lens. through his glasses. through his vintage camera that he only uses to take photos of you. it’s all rose-tinted glasses to him, only it’s real. you are real, and so ethereal, and so beautiful. “pretty” actually doesn’t even begin to summarize what you are to him. he only chose it because the first time he called you that, your reaction was so adorable. your nose kind of scrunched up, and a blush spread across your face, and you looked away as you mumbled “‘m not pretty”.

so now he makes it his goal every day to tell you that you are. scratch pet names like “baby”, “pretty girl” is now the definition of you and you are the definition of “pretty girl”. but when he calls you that, it’s not with the nonchalance that he normally speaks, or the nonchalance that one would usually employ when saying that phrase. in just two words, he’ll pour his heart out to you, claiming you as his and declaring him as yours. you are his. you will always be his.

pretty girl.

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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🐚˚ ༘ * 𓈒*🚏˚ operation true love 🍬*･῾ 🪸 ‧₊ ˚✧

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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haikyuu boys and their number one princess <3

ft. iwaizumi, suna, and osamu

Iwaizumi

“Are you still mad?”

You fold your arms over your chest harder, cross your legs tighter, and crane your neck further, only letting out a loud and dramatic exhale in answer to his question.

Iwaizumi says nothing else, but takes one hand off the steering wheel to offer it up to you.

When you leave his hand hanging, his fingers wiggle towards you in a “come here” motion. You put a closed fist into his hand.

Your boyfriend says nothing but at the next red light, he pries your fist open and twines his fingers through yours. Then, he uses his other hand to force your now spread fingers tightly closed around his.

“There,” you hear him huff quietly to himself.

You’re really no longer mad, just feeling a bit petty but he doesn’t need to know that.

Suna

You can’t believe him. The nerve of his diva ass to leave the house after the argument he picked. It takes a hot shower, a face mask, and a good nap to just get your frustration under control and that’s when your phone finally rings.

“What?” you answer brutishly. Eye for an eye.

Rintaro’s quiet on the other line.

“Well, are you gonna say anything?”

He sighs and you’re this close to hanging out and taking another shower. “I bought the toilet paper.”

“Oh, great. Want me to compliment you? Thank you for doing the bare minimum-”

“You know…” he cuts you off. “It was your turn to buy the toilet paper.”

“No, it wasn’t. You always have the first and third weeks of the month today’s…” you trail off once you glance at the calendar.

He sighs again. “Anyway, I’m coming home soon. Bye, babe.”

He hangs up before you can respond.

Okay, so what if he was right and you were wrong. Why would he hang up on you like that? He’s such a petty jackass-

Your phone lights up with a text.

Do you want your coffee or are you still feeling like a bitch?

Osamu

Osamu’s already laying in bed, scrolling on his phone, when you finish brushing your teeth. With every intention to show him how mad at him you still are, you plop angrily onto your side of the shared mattress and curl up with your back to him. You give him one pointed glare before turning back over, flipping the covers over yourself so aggressively, it pulls them right off of Osamu.

Your boyfriend says nothing, bless his soul, before sliding towards you and putting an arm over you in an attempt to spoon. You throw his arm off, inching even further away.

You hear him exhale one deep and painful breath before he yanks your phone out of your hand and manhandles you so that you’re laying in the middle of the bed on your back.

“What’s your- oof”

He rests his entire body on top of you, forcing your limbs to starfish out to accommodate his weight. Then, he continues to scroll on his phone with you under him.

“Get off!”

“Not ‘til you get rid of that attitude.”

You shove at his stomach but he doesn’t budge, happy to crush you to sleep.

It takes monumental effort to bite back a smile when he asks you, “all done?”

“No,” you say petulantly.

“Good. I can do this all night.”

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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texts w your roommate suna! ✰

gender neutral reader, pre-relationship (but some flirting), fluff/teasing, tiny bit of hurt/comfort on the last one

likes/rbs are appreciated!

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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[3:47 pm] ft miya osamu

wc: 700

When you slam open Atsumu’s bedroom door and plop yourself onto the carpet next to him, he barely looks up from his phone.

“Ever heard of knocking?”

You lay belly down on the floor and scream into the worn fuzz of the carpet.

“Gross. You know our bare, unwashed feet walk on this floor right?”

He offers you a pillow and you take it, squishing it between the floor and your face. Atsumu waits for your breath to run out.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Atsumuuuuu…” you bemoan. “I’m going through a crisis.”

He says nothing, continuing to scroll on his phone but you can tell you’ve garnered some of his interest.

“I have a secret. Like one that I can’t tell anyone.”

“Uh-huh.”

“It’s so shameful. I’ve been keeping it to myself for, like, ever.”

“Yeah, I bet I couldn’t guess what it is.” The sarcasm is completely lost on you.

“Yeah. You’d make fun of me. It’d be material for you to tease me for a lifetime,” you pause, take a deep breath. “I-

“-have a big fat crush on my brother?”

You gape. “What?”

He looks up from his phone. He blink at you, like you’re any simpleton. “You,” he says slowly, punctuating each word, ”have a big, fat, embarrassing, crutching, debilitating crush on my brother.”

“I didn’t even realize you knew so many big words-”

“What?”

The two of you freeze up.

“‘Samu!” Atsumu exclaims. “Thought you weren’t gonna be back until later tonight.”

“I wasn’t.”

He gives no other explanation. You stay still, hoping that if you don’t move or breathe, he won’t notice you. The silence stretches.

“Ohhh.. kay. Well, I better go. You kids-”

You jolt awake at that, in disbelief that Atsumu would flee alone after what he’s done.

“I’ll go with!” You turn and run, making monumental efforts to avoid a dark eyes trained on you.

You’re about to squeeze past when a hand slams against the doorframe, arm now blocking off your exit. Osamu stares hard at you while your gaze stays glued to the exit beyond, though it’s more like you’re staring at his bicep which is now stationed at your eye level.

“I’m just gonna go…” you hear Atsumu mumble, ducking under Osamu’s arm barrier, stealing your escape route.

“Jackass-” you mumble.

“Hey.”

The low voice comes from right above your head.

“Osamu,” you greet, still staring at his arm. “I gotta go. I have plans-”

A finger comes up to lift your jaw. It’s careful, but still forceful. When your eyes finally meet his, the one finger turns into two which grip your chin in place.

“Was what Atsumu said true?”

It takes a lot for you to hold back a stutter. “Sounds like you heard him loud and clear to me,” you say, ready to slap his hand away.

“I did.”

“Then why are you still asking-”

“If it’s true,” he leans down, talking slowly. It makes you start to hyperventilate. You need a paper bag or something. “I don’t wanna hear it from my stupid brother.”

His eyes are mesmerizing, captivating. Not even the many, many years of knowing him dulls the effect of his straightforward gaze on you. You think you hear someone concede, “it’s true.”

“What’s true?” he whispers. He’s so close you feel his words ghost your mouth.

Autopilot talks. “That I have a big fat crush on you.”

He eats up the next millimeter of space.

“Yeah?” he murmurs against your lips.

Suddenly, his neck is caged inside of your arms and you’re licking up his familiar minty breath and surely this all isn’t your doing because your brain is still catching up.

His smile widens against your lips and you can feel the smugness radiate off him.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have interrupted, then.”

That clears the fog. You shove his shoulders away and try to ignore the fact that he doesn’t go very far.

“Why?” you demand.

He kisses you again. “‘Cause my brother’s got a big mouth.”

You tilt your head in confusion. Osamu takes it as an invitation to slot his face better against yours.

His kiss almost makes you forget your train of thought, but that’s okay because he answers your question anyway.

“And he probably would’ve blabbed that I have a big fat crush on you too.”

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 – 𝖲𝗎𝗇𝖺 𝖱𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎

𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗦 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗨𝗧 :

◞ 🌹 ﹒ Suna doesn’t do grand gestures. He isn’t the type to make a big deal out of things, and he certainly isn’t about to start now. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care—it just means he’s going to act like he doesn’t while secretly overthinking everything.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ When he first started considering how to ask you out, his initial plan was to just say, “Yo. Be mine for Valentine’s?” and call it a day.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ But then he thought about how much effort you put into the things you cared about. How you always made sure your friends felt appreciated, how you noticed the little things about people. And suddenly, just saying “yo” didn’t feel like enough.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ So he started paying extra attention to you—more than usual (which is saying something, because he already watches you way more than he lets on).

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He noticed the way your fingers always lingered a little longer over certain things when you were shopping, even if you didn’t buy them. The way you always sighed about wanting to try that new dessert place but never actually went. The way you casually mentioned wanting a specific kind of perfume but then immediately said, “But whatever, it’s expensive.”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ Yeah. He filed all of that away.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ The day before Valentine’s, he casually dropped a small note into your bag during class. You didn’t even notice until hours later when you were unpacking your stuff.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ It wasn’t anything dramatic, just a folded piece of paper with a single sentence scrawled in his lazy handwriting:

You’re mine on Valentine’s. Don’t be late.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ No explanation. No meeting place. No time. Just that.

𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗 :

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He wanted the date to feel low-effort while secretly putting a ridiculous amount of effort into it.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ First, he picked up that perfume you liked, because even if you said it was whatever, he knew you actually wanted it.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ Then, he reserved a table at that dessert place you kept talking about. He acted like it was no big deal, but this place had a waitlist. He somehow got in. Don’t ask how.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He also bought you something small—something he knew you wouldn’t expect. When he saw that limited-edition keychain of your favorite character, he grabbed it immediately, even though he rolled his eyes at himself afterward. What am I, a simp?

◞ 🌹 ﹒ ( Yes. Yes, he is. But he’ll never admit it. )

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He wasn’t nervous about the date itself. He was nervous about making sure you felt how much he cared—without him having to actually say it out loud.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗜𝗧𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗙 :

◞ 🌹 ﹒ Suna was already at the meeting spot when you arrived, leaning against a wall with his hands in his pockets, looking effortlessly cool like this was just another normal day.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Took you long enough,” he muttered when he saw you, but the small smirk on his lips gave him away.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He refused to tell you where you were going, just leading you down the street with his usual lazy pace. “You’ll see,” was all he said when you asked.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ When you finally arrived at the dessert place, your eyes widened. You had been talking about coming here for weeks, but you never actually got around to it.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ You glanced at him suspiciously. “Did you—?”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Tch. Don’t make a big deal out of it,” he muttered, looking away. Embarrassed? Maybe. Cute? Definitely.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ The two of you spent the next hour taste-testing different desserts, with Suna making dry, sarcastic comments about the over-the-top presentation.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Why does this cake look like modern art? I feel like I should be analyzing its deeper meaning instead of eating it.”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “That macaron is the size of a coin. It costs how much?”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ Despite all his complaining, he still ordered extra for you and acted like it was totally for himself.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ At one point, when you got a bit of whipped cream on your lip, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb, completely unbothered.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “What?” he said, noticing your stunned expression. “You looked stupid with it there.”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ After dessert, the two of you walked around for a while, the cool evening air making the moment feel a little more surreal. He wasn’t rushing anything, just walking at his own pace, completely at ease beside you.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Hold this,” he said at one point, shoving a small bag into your hands.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ You blinked, looking inside—and froze.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ It was the perfume. The one you had offhandedly mentioned but never expected to own.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Rin,” you started, but he cut you off with a lazy shrug.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “It was on sale,” he lied. (It was not on sale. He paid full price.)

◞ 🌹 ﹒ That’s when you noticed something else in the bag—a small keychain. Your favorite character. The one that had sold out weeks ago.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ You looked up at him, your chest feeling weirdly warm. “…You’re lying.”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He sighed dramatically. “So ungrateful. Should’ve kept the receipt.”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ But when you reached out and slipped your fingers into his, lacing them together without saying anything, he went completely still.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ For a second, he just stared at your joined hands, his face unreadable. And then, finally, he let out a small, barely-there chuckle, giving your hand a light squeeze.

◞ 🌹 ﹒ “Guess that means I did okay, huh?”

◞ 🌹 ﹒ He didn’t let go for the rest of the night.

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“Could I get a shoulder massage, pleeease?”

Sometimes work would drag on, keeping you in your home office until even the sun left work. That’s when you were grateful to have such a supportive-

“Hey! No wandering hands until I finish work,” you scolded your husband as you felt his touch travelling down towards your chest, baring your teeth and playfully chasing his hand in an attempt to bite it.

He laughed and kept swirling his hand around your head as a challenge. “You know what they say, don’t bite the hand that fingers you, or whatever.”

In a howl of laughter, you leaned your head back against his stomach and looked up at him with mirth. “Right, that’s what they say.”

He squeezed your cheeks and leaned down to peck your protruded lips, which you happily welcomed. “Finish up, I made dinner.”

Then he just winked and left the room, making you sniff the air like a dog and realise that he had indeed made dinner.

A little break wouldn’t hurt anyone, you thought and pushed your chair back, chasing after him only a few seconds later.

SUNA, atsumu, OSAMU, KUROO, hoshiumi, nishinoya, tendo, hinata, MATTSUN, oikawa, konoha, YAKU, hirugami, FUTAKUCHI, whoever you like<3

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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Repercussions | Suna x Reader.

Summary: Everything was fine until Rintarou decided to say that. And you get him, you really do, so you try to do him a favor. You're doing Rintarou a favor, so why does he feel like he wants to punch Atsumu anytime he sees you two together.

College! au, gn! reader, platonic! Atsumu, angst with a happy ending (I think). Inarizaki is a college team because why not.

W/c: 5,5k

a/n: Hello! I really hope you enjoy your reading. English isn't my first language, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes. Also, this is -literally- my first piece of fiction in like... at least 6 years, so any *constructive* feedback is highly appreciated.

You were doing your way to the kitchen when you heard him.

Suna and you went to a birthday party of a friend of yours, and at some point during the night you and him got separated. You went to play with some of your friends while he stayed talking to a group of guys he met that night that really seemed to like him.

After dancing and fooling around you felt the need for a glass of water, so you went to the kitchen looking for something to satiate your thirst.

You heard a masculine voice. "It's like once you start a relationship, any sense of freedom it's just gone". Laughter, and another voice "Like when they cling to your arm or something, and it's like, God, just let me breathe for once"

His voice.

And you swear, a punch to the gut would have been less painful. Still, you didn't stop walking and went to the kitchen anyway. A sudden silence filled the room and that seemed to make the voices in your head louder.

Should I say something? Confront him. Go away. Say something. How could you act like nothing happened? What the fuck do I say to that. I want to cry. I wanna scream. Punch him. Fucking punch him. How could I? How could he?

God, you were dizzy.

"Hey, y/n" His voice was shaking, you could almost see his face just by hearing him. Twisted in an uncomfortable grimace "Everything alright?"

"Yes" You didn't dare looking at his face, working on autopilot while taking a bottle of juice to serve yourself.

"Cool... Cool, are you having fun? Do you need anything?" And that switched something inside of you because how could he dare to play dumb like that.

You looked him in the eye and seeing the unshed tears burning in your eyes finally shut him up.

"No, I'm fine"

Without wanting to spend another second in that place, you left the bottle on the counter, fighting not to squeeze the vase in your hand while you got away from that place.

But who were you fooling, you were never good at pushing your feelings away. You wore your heart on your sleeve. Even if you didn't want to, the tears escaped, so you just left the vase on a table on the way to the bathroom, praying for it to be empty.

In the kitchen, Suna stood up, not knowing what to do. The silence kept stretching, and he was a moment away from tearing his hair with his own hands.

What possessed him to say such a thing, he had no idea. He didn't mean it, of course he didn't mean it, but the guys were joking, and being received so easily by a group of people wasn't something that happened to Suna a lot, he just wanted to be a part of it.

But not at the expense of you. Never again at the expense of you. Seeing the betrayal in your eyes made him realize what a stupid thing left his mouth just to be seen as cool by a bunch of random guys whom he would probably never see again.

So he went after you.

He knew you enough to know that you would look for a quiet place to let loose, and considering that this was supposed to be a party, he knew there weren't a lot of places to do that, so he went for the most obvious place to go in this situation.

He knocked on the door three times. "Hey, y/n, are you there?" The music and laughter around the place almost didn't let him hear it, but there they were. Soft sniffles coming from the other side of the door. He kept knocking and calling your name a few times, until he thought that it would be better to let you have your space for a while before trying to do anything about it.

He came back to the kitchen, where the group was still dealing with the tension in the air. When they saw Suna's face, they gave up.

"Hey, you okay?" Asked one of them.

"I think so... I don't know" Another tsked and awkwardly patted Suna's shoulder.

"Give them some time"

"Yeah" another interjected "They're gonna get over it in no time"

And if you asked him at that moment, he wouldn't have been able to pinpoint what it was. Maybe it was the look on your face when he saw you, the tears dwelling on your eyes, the way your voice strangled in an attempt not to waver, or your sniffles through the door, maybe the image of you, hiding in a bathroom sobbing all by yourself, or maybe that it was all his fault, but something snapped inside of him.

"No, you see? That's the problem. I don't have to wait for them to move on, I can't wait for them to move on. That's not the way you treat a partner. If you fuck up, then you make up for it, you don't get to continue your life as if nothing happened. I mean, if you really prefer to get away with being an asshole, and not suffer the consequences of that, rather than speaking to your partner, why the fuck do you have one in the first place?"

Most of the guys averted their eyes. Some were pretending to drink, while others suddenly picked an interest in the room's decoration, but not one of them could look Rintarou in the eye.

"Chill, dude, we we're just trying to–"

"Save it"

After that, Suna got up and went wandering around the house, ignoring everyone and wondering Now, what the fuck do I do now?

He tried, he really tried, but his own body was reacting to the guilt, and he was sure his stomach were not gonna be able to handle another minute of being on your bad side, so he came back to the bathroom.

He could still hear you. Softer. Calmer. But still going. He knocked again.

"Y/n?"

Silence.

"I know you probably don't want to see me right now, but... I really regret saying that, if you could let me... Please, just hear me out, I can't–" Suna's own voice staggered "I can't bear to be like this. Please. Let me fix this"

The lock clicked, and the door barely opened. Enough to let him know that he could enter, but not enough to even see inside. He still pushed, and once inside, closed and locked the door again to not be disturbed.

Then he saw you.

Curled up, hugging your own knees, hiding your face in them while trying to control your breathing. Suna wanted to hold your hands, your face, touch in any way to reassure you. Somehow. However, he knew better. You barely let him inside, going straight to physical touch would be anything but the smart choice, so he put his back on the door and slid to the floor. Giving you some distance.

“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it. Really, I didn’t” Ashamed, he cast his eyes to the floor, picking the skin around his nails. “I just… the guys were joking, and I didn’t want to be left out like I always do, and I know it sounds absolutely dumb to use that as an excuse, because it is. But…” He crawled a little, getting closer, still not daring to touch you. “I promise, I love whenever you hug me, or take my arm, or anything, just anything really. I adore how you are so unapologetically you, and just show your love the way you want to, and I would have never accepted being your boyfriend if that weren’t the case, okay?” Just then he made his first attempt, putting his hands on your knees, caressing in little circles, and getting gradually closer to your head, aiming to take off your face from its hiding spot “Please, don’t do that. Don’t hide from me, I want to see your–”

“How am I supposed to believe that?” Suna went silent, and it was that which made you look up to him. “How am I supposed to believe that my boyfriend isn’t sick of me when he speaks like that so easily to a stranger? Was it because they wouldn’t snitch on you? They don’t know me, don’t own me anything, why would they tell me about it?”

“No, no, it wasn’t like that–”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I am sure!”

Another silence filled the air. Both of you looking at each other’s faces, panting. Suna was the first to sigh, trying to lower the volume of his voice.

“You don’t believe me, I get it. Which is why I need you to look me in the eye when I say this” At that, he held your face, forcing eye contact “I did not mean it. Just wanted to belong to that shitty group for an hour, and it was one of the worst mistakes I have ever made, only surpassed by that time I chickened out on asking you on a date, so I had to watch fucking Omimi shooting his shot instead, thank God that really didn’t go anywhere, because I swear those were the worst six months of my life” You couldn’t help to laugh a little, remembering that messy time for you and your relationship with the Inarizaki team. “And now I got to be the person you should rely on, and I fuck it up.” Suna laughs humorlessly “Forgive me, please. I know it may be too much to ask, but give me the opportunity to show you I really care”

You fell back, away from his touch and wiped out your tears before answering. “I want to, I really want to, but Rin…” A nickname. Suna thought there might be hope after all “What guaranteed do I have of this not happening again? Hell, how do I know you won’t be trash mouthing me anytime we get separated?”

“I won’t”

“But how do I know that?”

“You’ll feel it”

“What are you talking about?” You were sure Suna hit himself in the head at some point during the last 10 seconds of your conversation, but then he took your hands, his grip was firm, a bit harsh even, desperate.

“I’ll be the best boyfriend I can be, I’ll let you feel how important you are to me, you’ll feel how much I love you, and your hugs, and kisses, and pats, anything you give me. You’ll never doubt yourself again. You hear me?”

Part of you still was unsure about the situation, but Suna had that look on his face. The one where his eyes opened up just a little bit more, and his lips parted. Lowering all of his defenses to show that his intentions were true.

“Okay”

“Okay?”

“Yeah.” At that, he couldn’t restrain himself anymore and enveloped you in a hug, caressing your hair with one of his hands, allowing you to rest on his chest, smelling that perfume you adored so much.

“I am not disappointing you again.”

Truth is, Suna was true to his word. After getting out of the bathroom, he spent the rest of the night with you, just talking, drinking a little bit, even dancing for a bit when you asked him to under the pretence of atoning for his sins.

However, something inside you still felt unsure. Suna swore up and down that something like that would never happen again, and it got you wondering, if something like that were to actually bother him one day, would he tell you?

Because it wasn’t a lie when you said he wasn’t the most touchy person before he got with you, and that was something you both knew. Part of you still thought that maybe, just maybe, part of what Suna said at the party was true, and he felt uncomfortable with you being glued to him any chance you got.

And since he did his part in showing you how much he cared for you, you decided to do him a favor.

You would do it gradually. Suna is a perceptive person, any abrupt change would startle him immediately, and you would also allow yourself some things. You wouldn’t compromise hugging while sleeping, or napping, you liked that way too much, but perhaps holding his hand when you were sitting at some table on campus wasn’t that necessary. Nor was holding his arms when you were watching movies, for a few scenes maybe, just not the whole thing. Hugging his back when he was cooking was kind of uncomfortable, but you still could do it while waiting for the water to boil whenever you made tea.

Yeah, you could do it.

The smell of the gym was something you were long accustomed to. The humidity in the air by sweaty bodies jumping and running non stop was something that didn’t make you flinch anymore. Not that much, at least.

Suna and you were holding hands when you entered. Some of the guys were warming up, others chit chatting here and there. Atsumu was about to enter the court, ball already in his hands when he saw you.

“Y/n!”

“Tsumu!” You let go of your boyfriend’s hand and run to hug your best friend. Atsumu and you used to be aware of each other, seeing one another on campus a few times, but you didn’t get close until you started your thing with Suna, when your company during practice became part of the routine. At the beginning, it was a bit awkward, you could tell Atsumu didn’t like your presence very much, thinking you were going to be a distraction for the middle blocker, but if anything, Suna wanted to impress you, so he stopped lacking off any chance he got, and suddenly Atsumu thought that maybe having you there wasn’t so bad after all. He started being nicer to you and the rest was history, you two connected in a way you haven’t with any other person in university.

“You okay? How’s Sunarin treating you? Had he done something to punch him?” You laughed, not letting go of him.

“Sorry, but you’ll have to keep waiting”

“Damn, when is the universe giving me an opportunity to smack the guy?” You heard Suna letting go of a sigh at Atsumu’s antics.

“If anything happens, I’ll let you know”

“Please”

You let go of him and went to your usual spot on the bench. The guys started practice and you used the time to read.

This was all part of your routine. The guys knew you would always be there during practice , and since you would be sitting in silence, without distracting any of the guys, the coach allowed it. Every break you would seize the opportunity to go and pamper your boyfriend, or even better, pester Atsumu. Neither the guys, nor Suna said anything about it, you didn’t want to let them know. To let him know.

Two weeks pass by, and something in the back of Suna’s mind starts to nag at him. He can’t tell what it is, but there is definitely something different between you two. You keep accompanying him to practice, he stills waits for you at the station so you can go to class together, you two still wait for the other, depending on who finish class later that day, you two still go to each other’s houses and sleep hugging each other, you still talk, and message the other when you’re not together, then what is it?

You two enter the gym, and before he can process it, you let go of him to go say hi to Atsumu. When he sees you two, his stomach does something. He knows it’s not jealousy, because he would trust his life to you, and even if he would never say it out loud, the truth is, he trusts Atsumu too, he knows nothing romantic would ever happen between the two of you. So why? Why does he feel so aware of the way your arms are wrapped around each other, noticing how you just don’t let go, which of course you don’t, you never do, you love too much to do that, that was one of the reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. That never ending love that made everyone around you feel seen.

He doesn’t have the energy to keep thinking about it, he doesn’t want to, so he just puts out his phone and scrolls on social media while you talk to Atsumu on the court, waiting for practice to officially start. You don’t get to see Atsumu that much outside of practice, so he doesn’t intend to ruin that for you. Not now, not during breaks. Not last week, not this week, and he doesn’t do it either the next week. He just takes his phone and sets his eyes on the screen, nothing but the screen. He knows if he allows himself to go with any of the guys, he would inevitably see the two of you, and if he sees you, then he has to think about what makes him so… he doesn’t even know what he is feeling right now, a sense of loss he doesn’t know where is coming from, that started only when he was in practice, but 3 days ago, it started to plague his mind during the rest of the day, and he can’t bear to feel any of that.

When it comes to you, the truth is, you don’t realize what you’re doing. In your mind, your plan to give Suna his space is going on with flying colors. He has not said anything, and looks as calm as ever, so you must be doing it right. The problem is, you love to be touchy, you just can’t help it, you love to hold and be held, give and receive, you need it. And if your body can’t have your boyfriend, then somebody else needs to fill that need.

Osamu does realize it though. So does Kita, and Aran, and Ginjima, and the whole team really.

Yes, even Atsumu.

He hasn’t asked about it, because he knows that if something bothers you that much, you would tell him, but lately things seems to have spiraled in this weird setting where the moment you step on the gym, Suna ceases to exist, and he looks absolutely unbothered by it, burying himself in his phone, and not speaking with anyone on the team. Even the coach went to Kita asking if everything was alright, or if he should intervene. Shinsuke reassured him that they would handle the situation.

“How’s it going?”

“Nothing”

“Should we intervene?”

“I’m not sure” Atsumu replied. Osamu was across from him, arms crossed, pretending to look at the court while actually having an eye on Suna, who was playing something on his phone while you were in the bathroom.

“It’s been almost three weeks”

“I know, but I’m not sure how to approach it. They hadn’t told me anything about it”

“Well, ask, then.”

Atsumu growled. “It’s not that easy”

“Yes, it is”

“You do it, then”

“Okay, but what if…” At that, Atsumu looked at his brother, interested. “You talk to y/n, and I go talk to Rin, how’s that?” Atsumu sighed, thinking about it.

“Okay”

Another three days pass by before the perfect moment to have that conversation appears. Coach called for a short break, yet Osamu noticed how he picked up a call and after asking who was he walking to, his face changed and he went away for a bit of privacy. Surely the call would take a bit of time. He sees Atsumu talking to you on a bench, while you play absentmindedly with his hair. Atsumu feels the drilling look of his brother and as soon as Osamu gets his brother’s attention, he makes a quick nod at Suna and a thumbs up. Atsumu gives a quick wink at his brother, acknowledging the situation, and as Osamu makes his way to Rin, he sees how Atsumu takes your hand and guides you to a quieter corner of the gym.

“Hey”

“Hey” Suna doesn’t take his eyes away from the screen.

“How’s it going?”

“Good. You?” Osamu laughs and nudges the middle blocker.

“Nah, don’t bullshit me, I know you better than that and you know it”

For the first time in what feels like forever, Rintarou takes his eyes away from the phone. “I don’t know”

“You don’t know?” Osamu was at the verge of teasing him, but as soon as he sees the troubled look on his friend, he decides against it.

“Honestly, I don’t know, it’s just…”

Osamu tries to help him, tentatively. “Does it have to do with y/n?” Suna looked down.

“Yeah” There was silence for a moment. Osamu didn’t dare press any further. “I… I really don’t know how to talk about this, everything seems fine, but… but it doesn’t feel fine. It’s… something’s been off for a while, and I can’t put my finger on it.”

“Haven’t you tried to talk with them about it?”

“No. I mean… It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s just that… I don’t know what would I say to them. ‘Hey, I feel you’re mad at me, even though you act the same as always’ doesn’t seem to cut it” Osamu plays with his fingers, wanting to play dumb as much as he can.

“I mean, if it has you feeling like this even at practice, maybe they haven’t really been acting the same as always.” Suna hums and Osamu decides he may need to pick a bit deeper if he wants to get something out of Rin. “Does this have to do with my brother?”

Rintarou sighs and puts his phone aside, putting his feet on the same table as his, and letting his elbows rest on his knees. “Is it that obvious?”

“You want me to answer that honestly?” They both laugh softly, and Suna seems to relax for a bit, knowing Osamu wouldn’t judge him for being honest.

“Yes, it has to do with Atsumu, but at the same time… no? Ugh, I don’t even know what I’m saying”

“Tsumu, what are you doing?”

“Just wanted to have a conversation without any monkey interrupting us” You would have laughed, but the implications of that sentence put you on some kind of edge.

“A conversation? Atsumu, is everything alright?”

“I don’t know, you tell me” There is a beat of silence, the confusion written all over your face.

“What?”

“God, I didn’t want to ask like this but… I can tell something has been bothering you, and you know I don’t like to pry, and I trust you would tell me if anything serious is going on, but I know there is something you aren’t telling me, or anyone for that matter. What is it?” You put on a facade a second to late, he noticed the way you tried to evade his gaze before giving him a little smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Yes, you do”

And it was the look on his eyes. The way his voice was so assertive without being accusatory. Not judging, not attacking, just stating a fact. And it could have been any other of the guys, you would have kept pretending, but this was Atsumu. Atsumu who managed to win you even after giving you the cold shoulder the first time he saw you. Atsumu who would always make sure you were feeling comfortable and welcomed anywhere as long as he was present. Atsumu who would take your side anytime you had a fight with Suna even if he knew you were in the wrong just because you needed the support. This was your friend.

“It feels like he’s getting all the attention” Getting those words out of his mouth felt as if rocks made their way slowly from Suna’s stomach to his mouth. He felt absolutely embarrassed. “In private I still get the hugs, and… that stuff, but whenever we’re here it’s just… I become a background character or something, a fucking npc or whatever”

“Does this happen only with Atsumu?”

“I don’t know, I don’t think so, even if he’s busy they manage to be with someone else, being all touchy and fuck, it sounds so shitty, but I swear, it doesn’t bother that they are doing it, it’s just…” The sentence hung up in the air, but Osamu got perfectly what Rintarou was trying to say.

It was messy, but he knew his friend enough to know he would rather drink a bottle of vinegar in one go before admitting that he just wanted physical touch.

“When was your last fight?”

“Our last fight?

“Yeah, or a discussion, anything really”

“Uh… I don’t know, like three months, maybe”

“What was it about?”

“It was about…” Osamu looked at Suna’s face, trying to recall when was the last time you had an actual fight and not a discussion about what show you would be watching before sleeping, and he could swear he saw the exact moment the gears in his friend’s mind started to work. “Motherfucker”

“What is it?”

“That fucking party” Osamu waited “We got separated, I was mingling with a bunch of guys, we were just talking, but they started speaking about how annoyed they felt at their partners sometimes, and…stupid me, just because I wanted to say something, I basically said that I would get annoyed by them hanging onto me any chance, or something like that. Doesn’t matter really.” Suna sighed, “Thing is, they heard me.” Osamu stayed there, suddenly very aware that they were supposed to still be in practice and praying to all the gods for the coach not to come back yet. Not when the conversation got that serious. “I apologize, we spoke about it, I told them I didn’t mean it, I just wanted to… participate, I guess.” Another moment of silence, Suna’s gaze glued to the floor “Now that I think about it, this has been going on ever since”

“I see…”

“You’re not gonna say anything else?”

“I want to say a lot of things, but most of them aren’t very nice, and ultimately, I think you already know them” Suna let out a bitter laugh.

“I guess you’re right”

They both let another moment pass, settling their emotions.

“Well, at least you solved the mystery, now you can say you want their attention without looking like you are constipated”

“I did not look like that”

“Yes, you did, but it’s okay, because now you have an actual argument to backup that feeling”

“I guess… Fucking Atsumu, getting all of the attention”

“Of course, you know he would never reject them”

“You think y/n told him anything? He seems pretty oblivious about it” For Suna’s sake, Osamu chose not to point out that, in fact, Rintarou hasn’t looked at anything his teammates has been doing for the past weeks.

“Judging by his expression, I think he found out about 5 seconds ago” Rintarou followed the gaze of Osamu and found Atsumu holding both of your hands. He couldn’t see your face, but he could see Atsumu’s clenched jaw, and his overall tense posture.

Suna sighed again “Considering this may be my final moments, just so you know, you were always my favorite Miya” Osamu lets out a laugh so deep, it reverberates throughout the gym, gaining the attention of some of the members as the coach came back.

“I already knew that”

“Okay, guys, sorry for the tardiness, let’s come back, come on!”

Both guys got up, and before entering the court, Osamu squeezed Suna’s shoulder.

“I’m here whatever happens, okay? Don’t forget that”

Practice finished with… a sort of tension. Suna could tell Atsumu was trying to pretend everything was normal, but he has always been shit at acting, so every person in the gym could tell something was up with him, while Osamu was the only one ignoring his twin’s antics and actually acting like everything was fine. To Suna, that made the situation even more disturbing.

Once the coach signaled the end of practice, Suna almost ran for his things. When he got out of the lockers, he saw Atsumu talking to you, doing gestures with his hands and moving his mouth at a speed that made Suna dizzy even through the distance. When Atsumu saw Rintarou, he stopped abruptly, making you turn away and give him a tight smile. If he wasn’t so nervous already he would have burst his ass laughing at Atsumu’s cartoonish ways.

While he made his way to you, Atsumu gave you a quick hug and just a wave to Rintarou as he made his way to his brother.

“Do you want to go for some ice cream?” He asked suddenly. You looked at him a little confused, yet seeing his face, a sort of mutual understanding passed through both of you.

“I would love to”

Shyly, you extended your hand. He took it, intertwining your fingers, and giving a soft squeeze.

As you walked to your favorite ice cream shop, the streets seemed to have a little more color, the air felt a little more fresher, the neighbourhood was a little bit quieter.

“Rin…”

“Yes?”

“I’d like to talk to you”

“I’d like that too” Both of you squeeze the other’s hand “Would you like to begin?”

“Yes.” He gave you your time. “I know I haven’t been the best to you lately, I’ve been acting weirdly, and I know you noticed, and we just haven’t addressed the situation, and god, I hate we let it get to this point. We should’ve… I should’ve talked to you sooner” Suna nodded his head a little, showing he was listening “To be honest… I’ve been feeling insecure because… well, I… You…”

“Y/n” He interrupted softly “Does this have to do with what I said at that party?” You let the air you were holding out, relieved that he was willing to address the situation.

“Yes.”

“Okay” Suna kept quiet again, waiting for you to elaborate from there.

“To be honest, I still feel insecure about it. I know you told me, and even insisted that you didn’t mean it, and whatnot, but it made me think perhaps there were times where you didn’t want to be touched all the time, but you didn’t tell me just so you wouldn’t hurt my feelings. And Rin, I would hate to make you feel uncomfortable, or that you need to suck up with things you don’t like just for my sake. I thought… I wanted to do you a favor by giving you space, because I know that is something you appreciate.”

Suna bit his lip, nodding “I’m sorry”

“What for?”

“Because you shouldn’t be feeling like this. I told you that day I would make you feel appreciated and it looks like I failed again. Even worse, I knew there was something, I didn’t talk to you about it sooner ‘cause I haven’t figured it out yet, if you had asked me before, I wouldn’t have known what to say. But I knew there was something, and maybe I should have tried to figure this out with you, not wait for it to be something so big, and drag you through this feeling for so long.” At this point, Suna stopped walking and took both of your hands, facing you. “I’ve been such a shitty boyfriend, and I hate it.”

“Don’t say that”

“But it’s true, isn’t it?” He held your face with one of his hands, tender, while the other held your hands firmly “I love so much, and you let me show it to you any way I want. I always thought that I would do the same for you, and I’ve been doing anything but. Just stop this. I want it. I want all of you. Hughes, kisses, pats, cuddles, everything. I’m sorry it took me losing that to appreciate it, I really am. So, please, if it’s something you want to give me, if you are still willing to give it to me… I would really appreciate that.” In that last sentence, Rintarou’s voice broke a bit, and it was all that it took for you to slide your arms around him, giving gentle caresses on his head, encouraging him to nuzzle in your neck.

“I would love to, Rin” You stayed there for a bit, just holding each other. Drinking on that moment of intimacy at plain sight.

“I don’t deserve you”

“Oh, stop it” You let go, laughing. He gave you a little yet relaxed smile in return. Everything seemed to fall into place again. “C’mon now” You took one of his hands, and started walking again “I really could do with some ice cream right now.”

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peteunderoos · 4 months ago

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suna is so calm about everything that people tend to think he doesn't care. he's relaxed and aloof and all these adjectives that typically describe people who aren't interested in much, so it comes to their great surprise when they see the way he is with you. they watch as his usual calculative eyes grow soft as they gaze upon you. they watch the way the corners of his lips tilt upwards when you start to speak. they watch his normally neutral expression shift into affection and adoration as his cheeks dust with pink when he wishes you a happy valentine's day. because even though suna is quiet in the way he loves, it doesn't mean he doesn't love at all.

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THE MIYA SIBLINGS…

Oh your absolutely insufferable, stupid, annoying brothers (..that you guess.. you kinda love..) drive you freakin’ bonkers! Life as a first-year with two obnoxious third-year brothers isn’t easy, and yet, somehow, every day is its own brand of chaos. So, what does an average day in the Miya household look like? Well… here’s a glimpse.

pairings: Miya twins x youngersister!reader (NOT SHIP)

type: Headcannons/blurbs + SMAU (texts, twt)

genre: crack, fluff, comfort

key: y/n = your name n/n = nickname

warnings: cursing, the twins embarrassing reader, reader has no friends lmao, shit/piss mentions, the twins being pervs (yk that tho)

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Everyone at Inarizaki knew the Miya twins. And then they found out about the Miya siblings.

When you first came to Inarizaki, walking around with their man (aka Atsumu and Osamu), the Miya fangirls immediately took notice. At first, they thought you were a girlfriend—until they learned the shocking truth: the Miya twins have a younger sister?!

That’s when the befriending attempts began. They’d wait outside your classroom, invite you to lunch, and you honestly thought they ?? just really wanted?? To be friends you?? It felt really nice!

But the moment they opened their mouths, it was all, “Eeeeeek! Your brothers are soooo hot!!!”

And you were just like, ‘oh’ ‘🧍‍♀️😑’

Yeah those ‘friendships’ did not last very long…

—-And obviously you were popular with amongst the boys. The Miya curse I fear. Samu did nawt approve of your new popularity lol. Tsumu was jealous that people were talking about YOU and not HIM lmao— tho tsumu LOVES bragging about you/showing you off. He’s like ‘oh yeah my baby sister can do this!—‘ ‘welll MYYY sister can do that better than YOURRR sister’

Anywho the twins love having you at the same school!!! Atsumu always stops by your class during breaks either to talk to you or just piss you off lmao. Osamu ends up being your unofficial walking schedule lol (not that surprising tbh) ‘Ain’t ya supposed to be in the library?’ ‘Didn’t ya say ya had a quiz today?’ ‘Why are ya here? Don’t ya got PE?’ He flicks your forehead (affectionate) and is like ‘get to class’ 🙄+😐

(You got him his bowl)

When it comes to typical overprotective older sibling behavior, Osamu takes the crown. He’ll literally insert himself into any conversation you have with a guy—every. single. time. It’s actually the worst. He will embarrass you and terrify the guy. One time a guy came over, all confident trying to talk to you. Before you could even react, Osamu literally stepped in front of you, staring the guy down like he was an inconvenience to his entire existence.

Then with the most uninterested, deadpan expression ever, he just like ‘no’

He won’t let anything start 😒 you def ignore him after he pulls shit like that. He dgaf tho lmao

Atsumu, on the other hand, is like your wingman, sorta.. He hypes up your crushes, encourages the flirting… but the second things actually start progressing (ex:lovey-dovey texts, potential boyfriend territory, lingering touches), he’s suddenly all up in your business—and the poor guy’s too. He’ll casually throw an arm around both you and the guy, all smiles, and go, ‘So, how’s it goin’?😁’

you’re glaring daggers at him your eyes screaming ‘Tsumu, istg I’m gonna kill you’ and the guy’s practically slithering away while you whisper-scream at Atsumu while he acts all innocent. Oooooor he’ll just shriek and yank you away saying how ‘yer too little for boys’, while glaring at said guy.

But if you ever wanna hang out with anyone he’ll try to set smth up for ya!! (As long as he approves of who)

Osamu is nawt good at trying to show his love 🧍‍♀️ his love languages are quality time, acts of service, and physical touch (sorta, he’s not rlly good at it but wants to be close yk?). Like he won’t initiate (most the time) but if you hug him he’ll hug you back. He just like asks if you want him to take you somewhere or smth. He shows his care for ya n tsumu by making food all the time, it’s what he’s good at and loves, and loves that you both love it. He also always wants to be there for ya. Samu is great emotional support, he doesn’t say a lot but says EXACTLY what you need to hear. Will just sit with you and let you get what you need off your chest. He’ll put his arm around you and rub up and down.

Atsumu is very unique at showing his love 🧍‍♀️ his love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and quality time. When you were little Atsumu and Osamu would both hold your hand when you would walk around, and when you got older and wouldn’t hold his hand anymore he was so sad 😭🙏 he’s a hugger, but he’s still your older brother, so he’ll like mess your hair up then hug you lmao. Always asks if you wanna practice with him, he always feels cool teaching you something new :)

Atsumu is also your number one hype man like if you ever feel like you can’t do smth tsumu has a whole list of just exactly why/how you can. He’s not even trying to make you feel better it’s what he genuinely believes :)

Oh and they are both way too invested in any drama you’re involved in/even just aware of. The second you run into the room and announce, “I’ve got tea,”they’re already locked in, heads propped on their hands, eyes wide like you’re about to deliver the most important news of their lives.

‘Spill NOW’

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tags: @sharkissm @someprettyname @fishii28 @shrii-kk

well this is all I have for Miya siblings rn 😔😔 tumblr will only let me upload 30 images, I had more 🧍‍♀️🙏

I hope you enjoyed this as much as I do!! I love Miya siblings so much ughhhh I wish they were my older brothers sooo bad it HURTs

lemme know what you think!!!! I LOVE FEEDBACK!!

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made February 11th 2025

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