#osamu x reader

[qardenofeden]

contrary to popular belief, osamu miya is not any better than his twin brother, especially when he’s with you.

this must be your fourth date this month, and it’s barely even two weeks in. so, in order to save money, osamu proposes a little life hack. a cheat code, if you will.

“baby, i got this ring at a pawn shop,” he takes a small, rusty ring from his pocket and presents it to you as he continues, “i’ll pretend i’m proposin’ to ya and all ya gotta say is yes, okay? free dinner, easy peasy.”

you sigh, holding back your laughter as you pinch your temple. “‘samu, that’s unethical.”

“whaaaat? no way, come on, baby. we’ll get to go on dates more often if we do this,” he says, and you know you shouldn’t say yes. you should be the angel in this scenario, guiding him towards the right path. the path of the just and the good.

...but then again, why would osamu date you if you weren’t at least a tiny bit similar in terms of thinking?

“fine.”

“hells yeah!” he celebrates, looking around and waiting for one of the staff members to enter your vicinity. luckily, it doesn’t take long until a blonde girl walks to the table next to yours and starts cleaning up the leftover dishes the previous party has left behind.

osamu looks at you, grinning before he gets off the chair and gets on his knee. you cup your mouth with both your hands, seemingly in shock; though in reality, you’re doing it to prevent yourself from laughing like a madman.

“my sweet, beautiful, gorgeous girlfriend. i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

and the restaurants’ guests just eat. it. up. the crowd cheers, much like how they do in his games, and they chant “yes, yes, yes!”

“yes!” you burst out in laughter, jolting out of your seat and hugging him. he lifts you up slightly before putting you back to the ground and kissing you, lips soft and at your mercy.

osamu puts a ring on your finger as the crowd yells and howls, and later that night, the manager approaches the two of you and tells you not to worry about the bill.

atsumu’s been rubbing off on your boyfriend too much.

and so this becomes a ritual, though you’re both careful not to overuse it. you reserve it for anniversaries and small celebrations, like his team winning a big tournament or you getting a high score from a grumpy professor.

and though it doesn’t always work, you guys at least get a little dessert on the house.

until one day, when you’re a high end, fancy restaurant. you’re wearing a silk, red dress with so much jewelry, you’re practically shining. the chandelier lights reflect off of his rolex watch, and you both have just finished eating.

“this place is really good, osamu. we should come here more often.” you take a sip of the wine, drinking in delight.

“yeah... hey babe, what’s that?” he points behind you and you turn immediately in curiosity.

“...huh? ‘samu, i don’t see anything,” you turn back around to face him, but lo and behold, osamu miya is down on one knee.

your eyes look around in shock, clearly taken aback. “wha— babe, we didn’t plan this?!”

“i know,” he chuckles, pulling out a ring similar to the one he bought at the pawn shop, except brighter, cleaner. with more diamonds than you could ever even imagine. “my love, i’ve loved you since i’ve known you, and i’ll love you for as long as i do. will ya marry me?”

sure is a good thing osamu’s got practice.

@deardoelle mwah

[haikyu-mp4]

You’re on the phone with your boyfriend, discussing plans for the evening while you dodge the masses of people walking past you in the afternoon rush.

“Okay, I’m almost at the metro, we should probably hang up before the signal cuts,” you tell him, looking over your shoulder before crossing the bike lane. “See you soon!”

“See you soon. Love you,” he said, hurriedly like it would mix into the static noise of the phone call but reach your heart all the same.

“Huh?” you said, raising your voice to indicate you hadn’t heard him.

“I said I love you,” he repeated bashfully, frowning at the poster on his wall.

“Ha ha!” you chanted, making some people turn to you, startled, before continuing in the direction they were going.

“Eh?”

“Made you say it twice, heard you the first time, love you, mwah!”

“Wh-“ Then you hung up with an evil little laugh.

Wearing a wide grin, which probably made you look like an aspiring psychopath, you skipped down the stairs to the metro, excited to see your boyfriend, who loves you x 2.

Tsukishima, Hoshiumi, Suna, Kenma, Osamu, Daishou, Kunimi, Iwaizumi, Kyotani, Sakusa, anyone you want it to be<3

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inspired by a conversation I had with @cottonlemonade<3

[bowtiepasta]

osamu god of aftercare miya who doesn’t know what leaving is. in gray sweats, shirtless, a ‘kiss the cook’ apron on while he’s making you breakfast the morning after? you don’t really want him to leave anyway.

butter, pancakes, and some secret third thing, pulls you from the haze of sleep before you even open your eyes. the sheets beside you are empty but still warm, proof that osamu hasn’t been up for long.

when you stir, stretching lazily, the first thing you see is him: standing by the stove in nothing but his sweatpants and an apron that hangs loose around his bare chest. he rolls his shoulders back, muscles bunching, the former act to perfectly flipping a sunnyside egg — yolk intact.

“you’re starin’,” he drawls, not looking away from the pan. who wouldn’t be? sleep is evident in his hair, apron dusted lightly with flour, and there’s a faint pink mark on his shoulder turning purple, one you don’t remember leaving but feel smug about anyway.

“you’re in my apartment, my kitchen, making me breakfast,” you manage to carry the tone through a mumble, “I think I’m allowed to look.”

he huffs out a laugh, setting a fresh pancake onto the growing stack on the counter. “fair enough.”

“planning on leaving anytime soon?” you ask, tucking your hair behind your ear and drizzling syrup over your portion. he stares a moment, eyes soft and crinkling at the ends, grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“I ain’t leavin’ until you're full.”

[heartkaji]

★ 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍’ 𝐌𝐘 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 !

synopsis 𝜗ৎ in which the hq!! boys blow up your phone when you don’t pick up ❥ based on this tiktok trend. jjk version here

includes 𝜗ৎ kuroo, kenma, miya twins, suna rintarou, kiyoomi sakusa, akaashi keiji, bokuto koutarou, terushima yuuji

HEARTKAJI 2025. do not steal, edit, translate, or re-upload.

[ochacoca]

BOYFRIEND TEXTS | o. miya

IN WHICH you go through messages with your dead-panned boyfriend

requested by @rinalsworld !!

©OCHACOCA 2025 | please do not copy, translate, or repost my work onto other platforms!

[aldebrana]

I will never recommend this series enough. It's so touching and relatable and all the boys make me want to take a bite out of them 😸 It's close to ending, so catch up if you can!

❥ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 & 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Messy, honey Trippin' on cracks in the concrete You're so clumsy Got me thinkin' maybe you like me

➸ you leave a bad review about Onigiri Miya on your food blog. Osamu is a little annoyed about it but mostly worried why you cried so much in your food across of him at the counter.

❉ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 ongoing!

✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 & 𝐂𝐖 (updated as the story progresses) meet ugly (my beloved!!), slow burn, enemies to lover vibes but not full on (they don’t hate each other, they are just a little messy and confused), SFW but will have some mention of alcohol and sex at some point, descriptions of anxiety and panic attacks (chapters will have an additional warning at the beginning), a lot of food mention obviously, mention of various pairings (Yukie/Konoha, Matsuhana, Bokuaka, Sakuatsu)

❦ 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐒 real housewives of Y/N ❁ boyish whimsy

❉ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗 (✑ contains written parts)

… prologue: dog tags

… chapter 01: love bites (✑)

… chapter 02: malewife era

… chapter 03: croquettes

… chapter 04: rotten apple (✑)

… chapter 05: lovers quarrel

… chapter 06: Miya kisser club (✑)

… chapter 07: 2AM lychee soju (✑)

… chapter 08: you up?

… chapter 09: my side of the bed

… chapter 10: to be loved

… chapter 11: siren song (✑)

… chapter 12: pomegranates

… chapter 13: the beach episode

… chapter 14: the bathroom floor (✑)

… chapter 15: animals

… chapter 16: candy wrappers

… chapter 17: cage fights

… chapter 18: side quest (✑)

… chapter 19: from me to you (✑)

… chapter 20: coming soon

✮ 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐒

moodboard (Pinterest) bonus chapter: honeymoon suite bonus chapter: ask the cast! unlocked lore: oikawa & y/n friendship uquiz: which soft launch character are you?

❖ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 open - fill out this form to be added (or removed, no hard feelings ♡)! minors DNI!

a/n: this is my first SMAU ever and i'm not entirely sure what i am doing but when has this ever held me back? it's actually based on a drabble i wrote the other day and might also be the most self-indulgent thing i have ever written if you enjoyed this, i would LOVE hearing your thoughts as the story moves on! ♡

[mourvii]

miya osamu – “2:37 a.m.”

summary: it's 2:37 a.m. and you're still studying. he thinks that's stupid—but he also thinks you're brilliant, even when you don't believe it yourself.

content: fluff, sleep-deprived love, soft!osamu, comfort, academic gf x athletic bf dynamic

you don’t mean to wake him.

you’re trying your best, actually—being quiet as a mouse while your highlighter glides across your notes, soft lamp barely flickering in the corner of his room. you're curled up in one of osamu’s oversized shirts, legs tucked beneath you, hair messy from rolling around with your thoughts.

your textbook stares at you like it knows you're about to fail. and you’re just about ready to cry over a single sentence that refuses to make sense.

“you’re gonna burn a hole through that page, ya know.”

his voice—raspy, half-asleep, laced with teasing—comes from behind you. you jump a little, eyes wide as you turn. he’s sitting up now, hair a mess, sleepy lines etched into his cheek from the pillow. he squints at you through the darkness, clearly unimpressed.

“go back to sleep,” you whisper, trying not to sound guilty.

he yawns, ignoring you completely as he swings his legs over the side of the bed and trudges over to you like a grumpy cat.

“you’re still studyin’?” he mumbles, kneeling beside you on the floor. “it’s like… 2:30.”

“2:37,” you correct automatically, and his face says girl, that is not the flex you think it is.

“you’ve been doin’ this since we went to bed.”

“i have a quiz tomorrow—”

“monday quiz?” he interrupts, brows furrowing like he's offended on your behalf.

you nod. he sighs like it’s the biggest tragedy he's ever heard.

“you’re killin’ yourself over somethin’ that’s worth, what, ten points?”

you pout, and he softens—just slightly. his hand reaches up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek.

“i just…” you start, voice suddenly smaller, iI don’t wanna mess this up.”

and that’s when he knows. this isn’t just about the quiz. it’s about everything. about how you always try too hard. how you want to be enough in every way. how no one ever taught you to rest without guilt.

he leans in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, lingering there longer than usual.

“you’re enough even if you fail that quiz, y’know that?”

you don’t answer. you blink back a tear instead.

so he takes the notebook gently out of your lap and closes it with a soft thud. “quiz ain’t goin’ anywhere. but if you crash, i’ll have to carry you through school, and i’m not built for that.”

you laugh, a watery little thing, and he grins because he got you to smile.

“come back to bed,” he says, tugging at your hand. “i’ll let you drool on my shoulder. free of charge.”

“osamu.”

“i’m serious. c’mere. i’ll even quiz you with my eyes closed.”

you sigh, but your body follows. he pulls you into his bed like it’s the most natural thing in the world. tucks you under the blanket, wraps an arm around your waist like you’re the only thing that matters.

and when you finally rest your head against his chest, his voice is barely a whisper against your hair.

“get some sleep, baby. you got this. i believe in you more than any quiz ever could.”

and you do.

you sleep.

safe, warm, and loved at 2:37 a.m., in the arms of a boy who would stay up all night just to make sure you did.

[opulace]

taking care of you is second nature, and miya osamu always prepares a portion for you without you having to ask.

there's nothing quite like the joy of finding a tupperware of home cooked food tucked near the base of your bag. it's still the slightest bit warm to the touch of your cold fingertips, nothing a quick microwave can't fix. you were wondering what that odd hard corner poking into your torso was on the way to work, just a container filled with love and a flavour palette with osamu written all over it.

it's no secret that one of osamu's love languages is cooking, especially for you and the people he holds dear. it's evident in the way he remembers your likes and dislikes, takes note of offhanded mentions of your cravings no matter how obscure, and never fails to make sure it's well balanced and suitable for your appetite, lifting you up from the inside.

he's meticulous to a fault, from a container filled to the brim with nutrious delight that tastes like home in a bite, right down to the post-it notes with a cheeky message and a doodled heart never to be missed.

noticed you haven't been eating well lately and you didn't have lunch prepared for today. this is easy on the stomach but will still sufficiently fill you up for the rest of the day. there's an extra onigiri in there in case you need a midday snack, yes it's your favourite. make sure you take time to eat okay? i better see an empty tupperware in the sink when i get home or you'll be hearing it from me. ♡

osamu doesn't say i love you all that often, other than the daily mandatory one accompanied with a kiss before he leaves for the day, and the one before succumbing to the lull of dreams behind closed eyelids, but it's so tangible in how he looks after you in his own little unspoken ways, from careful methodical hands in the kitchen to your happy belly, and his favourite smile of yours when his food hits the spot.

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[aaesuki]

a little bit of superglue, stick by my side

characters: oikawa, iwaizumi, kuroo, kenma, ushijima, tendou, bokuto, akaashi, atsumu, osamu

genre: fluff and angst although both are light

cw/tw: hypothetical break ups

summary: what type of attachment styles would they have?

a/n: i like giving my unsolicited opinion on unimportant topics. just wanted to do something light and fun.

Oikawa Tooru: avoidant

Despite people thinking that he’s clingy and super affectionate, I think he’s an avoidant

Argument? Practice volleyball

Upset about something? Practice volleyball

Because of all the time he dedicates to his favorite sport, it’s difficult for him to think of anything else

He knows that though people may not be a constant, volleyball will always be there for him in the end

Not that he doesn’t care about you, but rather it’s difficult to get to know him in the first place simply because of how he prioritizes his time

Because of this, if there’s something wrong in the beginning stages of the relationship then he’d rather end it than try to fix it

He thinks it’s better to cut his losses while he isn’t too attached

He knows the right things to say but whether he actually means them is a different question

Recognizes his issues but finds it hard to fix them

Funnily enough, the only way for him to fix them would be to stay in a relationship and fix problems as they come up

Perhaps he’s more willing to do that when he gets older and has more experience

If you pull away, he will most definitely convince himself that you weren’t that important anyway

Iwaizumi Hajime: secure leaning avoidant

Did not have a traumatic childhood

He’s mentally resilient and can take criticism especially from the people he loves and cares about

If you express frustration with something in the relationship, he will listen and try to fix it as best as he can

But sometimes, he’ll take it too far

He’s quite independent and he’s able to handle everything on his own

For him, this translates badly into a relationship because sometimes he doesn’t realize he’s trying to fix all the problems without taking your thoughts and opinions into consideration

However, he would have a hard time bringing up his issues with the relationship

He just loves you so much that he doesn’t want you to be unhappy with him =(

But overall he’s sweet and is a good listener

Kuroo Tetsuro: secure

As kids, he never tried to convince Kenma into doing things he didn’t want to do (other than volleyball)

The same would apply to you and the relationship

He’s effective with the way he words his emotions and is hypervigilant of how he communicates because he doesn’t want you to get the wrong idea or unintentionally cause a miscommunication

Also good at hiding his emotions or brushing them off

You would think this would mean he’d lean avoidant but rather he’s better at discerning between an actual issue and a fleeting moment of frustration

However, he does have a bad habit of not realizing how serious you’re being when you bring up an issue

Kenma Kozume: secure leaning avoidant

Unwilling to engage with things he perceives as frustrating or complicated

He’s one of those people who get tons of messages from friends and family but he ignores all of them

Texting takes all of the energy out of him simply because he thinks he could be spending that time doing something else (gaming)

Surprisingly good at understanding human connection but he finds the process of maintaining and nurturing one difficult because he just doesn’t know what to say most of the time

He knows what he’s saying isn’t quite right but he doesn’t have any other dialogue options

He is also perfectly fine not speaking to you for days as he’s not the type to keep track of those things

Ushijima Wakatoshi: secure

He’s similar to Iwaizumi in that he’s able to take criticism and able to admit his mistakes but it may take him a while to understand where you’re coming from

Can’t put himself in your shoes because he has a different shoe size

His parents’ divorce didn’t have too much of an effect on his emotional wellbeing because he’s always been able to naturally discern fact from feeling

Unfortunately also very blunt when telling you about things that make him upset

In addition to that, he’s one of the guys that give you solutions instead of comforting you

“I am giving you advice so you won’t be sad anymore. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t want to not be sad.”

Tendou Satori: anxious

Bullied

He doesn’t get attached easily but when he does, he refuses to leave you alone

Do you think he’s weird? Do you think he’s creepy? He didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. He’s sorry.

Fortunately, he’s attentive to your emotions

Unfortunately, that causes him some stress because sometimes he may take it personally

As he grows older though, he gains more confidence in himself and most of the intense emotions he felt before are easier to manage

Tendou is unique and he knows he deserves someone just as unique

But sometimes this works against him if a relationship doesn’t work out

If you were to break up with him (because he’d never be the one to break it off), he’d have a difficult time letting go

He’d become fixated on what he did wrong because he is very rarely wrong

He texts you in the middle of the night because he just misses you so much =(

When you shut down his attempts at light conversation he finally accepts that you’re not willing to be as open as you were before and finally gives up but always wonders if he’ll ever find another like you

Bokuto Koutaro: secure

He may have been a little anxious in his younger years

Occasionally gets upset but can bounce back quickly

Emotionally intelligent and vocal about how he’s feeling at the moment

Encourages you to do the same

Understands that emotions aren’t always logical and are temporary

He knows that he’s a catch and that he has good qualities (arms and legs)

Rather than allowing himself to get cocky, he uses it to reassure himself that he will be able to handle anything that comes his way

If he can’t handle it alone then he will definitely ask you for help

Not afraid to admit that he’s feeling down

Rather likes it when you coddle him

Can you blame him? It’s hard work being a strong, stable man

Akaashi Keiji: anxious

Also like Iwaizumi, he’s used to taking care of things on his own and often forgets that you’re the other half of the relationship

All he wants to do is to make you happy but he takes too much of the blame

Before you can apologize after a disagreement, he’s already listing all of the things he shouldn’t have done and what he could do better next time

However, much of his anxiety stays inside

He doesn’t want you to see how much of a mess he can become or see him as weak

He could be self destructing but all you’d see is =|

Gets advice from Bokuto, of all people, and he tells him to “take a chill pill”

He doesn’t like the way that Bokuto phrased it so he ignores him

As the relationship progresses, he is able to trust that you won’t leave him out of nowhere

Eventually has an easier time expressing his concerns with some gentle encouragement

Miya Atsumu: anxious avoidant

So many problems, so little time

His issue is that he’s confrontational when it comes to your shortcomings but he doesn’t like to admit his faults and that’s where the avoidant part comes is

If he’s upset or he knows he’s screwed up big time, he ghosts

Commonly tells lies of omission

He (usually) doesn’t mean any harm, he just doesn’t want to get in trouble

He knows the things he does are wrong but the self control is not there

He’s the angry kind of anxious rather than the sad type of anxious

He can guess what you’re feeling to a scary extent but also expects you to do that same for him

He doesn’t realize that his way of loving isn’t the only way

Somehow, dealing with the MSBY Black Jackals helps him understand other people’s point of view

Bokuto’s just a good influence on everyone

Pulls away when you ask for more emotional support from him but panics when you start pulling away

Miya Osamu: secure

Surprise, surprise

Perfect man I swear

From years of being Atsumu’s brother, he is more tolerant towards issues in the relationship

Reconciliation is very easy with him

He’s almost always willing to forgive and forget

If you’re impatient, he’ll balance you out by being patient with you

If you’re angry, he’ll try his best to calm you down

If you’re being mean, he’ll be able to put you in your place (he’s still Atsumu’s brother after all)

Somehow just naturally knows how to deal with things without emotionally shutting down

Honestly, this only goes out of wack when it comes to his brother

Out of everyone, he would recover from a breakup the fastest

[taintedtort]

" BAZINGA! "

summary. things you do that turn them on pt5

characters. sugawara, osamu, ushijima, kiyoko, suna

warnings. NSFW/SMUT!!!, gn!reader, post!timeskip

a/n. i got requests for suga + osamu, so here’s pt5 lol :3 i’m actually so happy everyone seems to love this little series <3 edit: i got another req for suna so i just added him to this post

links to pt1, pt2, pt3, and pt4

☆ — SUGAWARA

when you argue with him. he thinks it’s so cute to watch you huff and puff at him, trying to get your point across. it’s honestly no use, because he’s only focused on your lips and the way your body looks when you cross your arms like that. when you eventually call him out for basically eye fucking you, he just smiles and reaches out to pull you closer. you’re melting within minutes when he starts kissing and nipping at your skin, and you know you’re doomed when he starts sliding your shirt off.

"you know… instead of arguing, how about you use your mouth to moan my name instead?"

☆ — OSAMU

when you cook with him. i feel like this one may be a bit obvious or cliche, but he just cannot resist the sight of you in a little apron insisting that you help him cook. he can’t help but imagine you wearing only the apron and letting him bend you over the kitchen counter to shove his cock into you. he can’t let the food burn though, so it’ll have to wait…

"you know what you’re doing to me, right?"

☆ — USHIJIMA

he likes when you let him do stuff for you. his love language is definitely acts of service, and a part of him gets off to doing certain things for you. he knows you’re perfectly capable, but it just gets his brain going. when he helps you with your hair, or with your shoes or clothes, he always imagines you in a different position. don’t even get him started on your sweet little 'thank you!'‘s you give him whenever he helps with anything. it makes him want to grab you and give you something to really thank him for.

"i’ll help you, darling."

☆ — KIYOKO

when you kiss her mole. it makes her heart jump every time, because she knows exactly what it’ll lead to. you’ll start there, but then you’re kissing at her lips next, sliding your tongue against hers. it doesn’t have to escalate from there, but she always pulls you closer for more because she’s already growing wet from the simple action. it’s sweet, yet so charming all at once. she’s a total goner.

"mmh… that feels nice."

☆ — SUNA

he loves giving you head, it’s his favorite thing. the way you get all whiny and squirmy when he keeps going even after you cum is addicting. your cries of "rin! wait— too much!" never fail to get him painfully hard in his boxers. he wants to fuck you so badly, but he just can’t pull away, always needing to taste more of you. he‘ll grind against the mattress on occasion, but he can barely even focus on anything else when your moans are echoing in his ears and your legs are twitching so cutely.

"quit pushing me away, baby. you can cum again, right?"

hi! thanks for reading :)

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[haikyu-mp4]

You’re cuddled up in Osamu’s arms one peaceful Sunday morning, lazing under the sheets until you hear Osamu’s stomach growling.

He groans, pulling you even closer, which in turn makes you snuggle into him even more.

“I’m so hungry,” he mumbles. You hum to confirm you heard him but make no further attempt at doing anything about it. “So hungry that… I could eat… You.”

Chomp!

That's the only warning you get before you feel Osamu’s teeth clutch onto the thicker part of your arm, munching loosely and making fake gnawing noises.

“Samuuu!!” you squeal, twisting to try and escape but finding his arms much too strong.

‘My boyfriend ate me out this morning,’ your friend would share later over a glass of wine, definitely bragging.

‘My boyfriend just ate me altogether,’ you would sigh in response.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[merlucide]

BOKUTO.ೃ࿔* who desperately wants you to think he’s cool. He’ll do everything in his power to impress you—oh, your bag is too heavy? No problem! Bo’s got it! aaaand he can carry Akaashi’s bag too! See how strong he is? Isn’t he the coolest?! Wait—hold on, you really think so?

KUROO.ೃ࿔* who loves when you manhandle him. Tug him by his tie, and honey he’s at your mercy. Slide your hands along his neck with that sly smile of yours, and you’ll have him utterly undone. He just has to lean in with a lopsided smirk, hand cupping your jaw, being completely enchanted by you.

TSUKKI.ೃ࿔* who keeps you from wandering aimlessly like a lost puppy. You always ‘turn your brain off’, according to Kei. he’ll firmly place his hand on the top of your head and steer you in the right direction, rolling his eyes and teasing about how you’d be completely and utterly lost without him.

SUNARIN.ೃ࿔* who always, ALWAYS, has to have his hands on you. If you are with in reach he will rest his hands on your hips and tug you against him. If you’re walking around then your fingers will be interlocked. He also likes to put his hand in your back pocket in your jeans

IWAIZUMI.ೃ࿔* who gets genuinely gets flustered every time you compliment him. It could be anything small, like a simple ‘That’s a good color on you’ has him bashfully muttering a small ‘thanks,’ with his cheeks tinged pink. He hates how easily you turn him into a mess—especially when you giggle in realization and lean in to kiss him— Oh he just can’t take it!!

AKAASHI.ೃ࿔* who always walks you to and from your destination, no matter the time, place, or weather. Any time spent with you is spent well. He needs to make sure you get to your destination safely of course! He waits until he absolutely cannot see you anymore before he starts his journey back.

ATSUMU.ೃ࿔* who gives the BEST hugs. You always feel so safe and so loved when his arms are wrapped firmly around your waist. His head tucks into your neck as if he never wants to let go. And when he’s feeling all soft, he’ll cradle your cheek in his hand, his thumb brushing tenderly across your skin as he gazes at you like you hung the stars. Though, that’s just ‘Tsumu’s normal expression when you’re around.

KAGEYAMA.ೃ࿔* who’s always looking for you, even if you’re not there. It’s just a habit of his, probably because his mind is constantly plagued of your smiling face 24/7. The moment he spots you, he’s making a beeline, linking his pinky with yours whispering ‘What took you so long?’.

USHIWAKA.ೃ࿔* who’s the perfect gentleman. He pulls out your chair, walks on the side closest to the road, and never shows up empty-handed, always bringing you a bouquet of roses on every Sunday with a respectful kiss on the hand. Life with ‘Toshi is as easy as breathing.

OIKAWA.ೃ࿔* who can’t help but be ridiculously cheesy, really he can’t! Not when you’re his darling sugarplum and one and only till the end of forever! Reject his dramatic love proclamations? Oh, absolutely not! That’s just who he is, and you’ll have to endure it, sweetheart.

HINATA.ೃ࿔* who always offers piggyback rides when your feet hurt. Don’t underestimate his little body!—he can lift you with ease, carrying you down the street like it’s nothing. Sho’ would insist you get on his back regardless if your feet hurt or not—can you really blame him? Who wouldn’t want a cutie hanging onto them!

KENMA.ೃ࿔* who silently watches you in admiration when you put your makeup on. Sitting on the toilet lid, he holds your makeup bag and hands you your lip gloss before you even ask. He shyly looks away with his cheeks warm and lips pursed together when you ask ‘how do I look?’.

OSAMU.ೃ࿔* who can’t help the loopy grin on his face when you do a little twirl, showing off your new outfit. He could care less about shopping, truly, he hates it. But if it means seeing you all dolled up and happy, he doesn’t mind it one bit.

SAKUSA.ೃ࿔* who pulls you close to him when you are in public spaces. He takes your hands and squirts his Hello Kitty hand sanitizer (The one you got him) into your hands before rubbing his own. Scathingly glares at the man who accidentally bumped into you. He absolutely cannot let you have unwanted contact with strangers! no yucky germs allowed on his baby.

YAMAGUCHI.ೃ࿔* who always firmly holds your hand in crowds. Out in public he’ll hold your hand regardless, but when everyone is packed together his anxiety skyrockets. He’s always nervous of you two being separated in the crowd. He takes the lead to guide you both out of the mingled mess of people, and when it’s over, please give him a  forehead kiss—he’s earned it.

TENDOU.ೃ࿔* who takes Shounen Saturdays very seriously. You don’t get to skip it! Not when it’s a sacred tradition of binge-watching both of your favorite shows with sugary snacks! You two are all bundled together on the couch and gasping and giggling at the TV. He refuses to let you watch the next episode without him, Will curse your whole bloodline if you do (affectionate).

HOSHIUMI.ೃ࿔* who might just be the worst person to play board games with. When he’s winning, he’s full of smug trash talk, loudly boasting about his ‘inevitable victory’, but the second he starts losing? ‘This game is rigged!’ ‘you cheated!,’ or ‘this is bullshit!’. It’s even worse better when there’s a bet involved—he’ll do anything to avoid letting you win. That’s how you get him to help you clean most the time hehe.

LEV.ೃ࿔* who clings to you, always. You are concerned for his neck and back for always resting around you in uncomfortable positions, but he never seems to complain. Standing up Lev has his arms around you and head smushed against yours, laying down his long legs wrap around your own and he burrows himself in your warmth. If Lev could have it his way, he would never stop touching you.

AONE.ೃ࿔* who’s a certified purse carrier. you don’t make him— of course not! He insists actually. He could care less about being seen with a hot pink decorated purse slung on his arm, it’s quite the sight. This also goes for shopping of course, Nobu’ just trails behind with arms full of whatever you managed to snag on 50% off.

uhu I wrote some for kyotani+suga+goshiki+etc but I didn’t like them sob sob

lemme know whatcha think! (And if I should do pt2 lolz)

made January 26th 2025

[sunaily]

Doing the “If you make me laugh, you’ll get this 🐱 tonight” trend on Haikyuu men (also you laughing your ass out as soon as they opened their mouth)

WARNING! Suggestive and Sexual content! all are adults in this btw (yall are married here)

Genuinely so confused and concerned (bless his heart), Confused because why are you acting like you don’t give him that pussy every night? Concerned because why are you laughing when he didn’t even tell the joke yet?

“Are you okay my love?”

“BWAHAHAHAHHAHA you are so funny baby…okay ur getting this pussy tonight 😘”

“…..”

-USHIJIMA , Akaashi, IWAIZUMI, Aone, Asahi, Kageyama, DAICHI, ARAN, Ennoshita, Hirugami, SAKUSA, Osamu (this man eats u for breakfast, snack, lunch, snack, dinner, dessert, midnight snack so he was shocked on why ur acting like that)

As soon as he heard the words that came out of your mouth, HE WAS RILED UP! Immediately started thinking long and hard (😉) about which one of his jokes can make you laugh (none) you ended up sitting infront of him in silence for 10 minutes because he was having a hard time choosing what joke to say….

“wha-”

“AHHAHAHAAHAHHAHHA BABE! that’s so funny 😂”

“but I didn’t even tell the joke yet? 😔 can I atleast tell you the joke?”

“If you want to fuck me, don’t 😐”

“☹️”

- BOKUTO (he was actually sad he didn’t get to tell the joke), ATSUMU (immediately started taking off his clothes) KUROO (Gave you a chemistry joke, Nerd Kuroo ily) Nishinoya (he has a lot of jokes okay? give him a break) Tanaka, Goshiki, Lev, OIKAWA (he still dropped the joke which led to you withdrawing his pussy privileges) Hanamaki

Knows about the trend, He was the one that did the trend instead of you, Wasted no time too! . as soon as you opened your mouth and he laughed, You were gone…..you both went straight to Poundtown afterwards. You never stood a chance (🐱)

“Babe if you make me laugh, you’re getting dicked down tonight”

“wtf?”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA you’re killing me 😂” *Immediately puts you in his shoulder and takes you to your room*

“?!!!???”

- SUNA (MY MAN MY MAN MY MAN) Mattsukawa, HINATAAA, SUGA, TENDOU, Semi (I LOVE HIM SM) Terushima, Atsumu (his turn ;P) , OIKAWA (trying to get his pussy privileges back)

Unbothered king, will not entertain you. He knows that he is still getting that pussy with or without making you laugh so why bother? it’s either make you laugh, or make you cum…(Why not both??!!!) and he chose the latter…

“hey…did you hear what I said? 😔”

“I’ll fuck you later, be good for now”

“😖”

- KITA, Kenma, TSUKISHIMA (just say you don’t have any jokes tsukki >:( ), Sakusa (yes him again), IWAIZUMI (😩) Shirabu

[oxytxn]

WHEN YOU’RE FEELING INSECURE. . .

₊˚⊹ ᰔ he has you sitting on and riding his face, with his hands gripping your hips to keep your weight on him—none of that hovering pussy shit—and guiding your movements until you’re crying out his name. death by pussy? his dream way to go.

BOKUTO KOUTARO, sawamura daichi, KITA SHINSUKE, motoya komori, MIYA OSAMU

₊˚⊹ ᰔ he bends you over the arm of the couch and fucks you, hard. with his hips snapping against your ass, paired with little grunts of “oh, baby, y’take me s’good—” that you forget all about everything because you’re just too busy creaming on his cock… what were you even sad about again?

IWAIZUMI HAJIME, miya atsumu, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, yaku morisuke, SHUGO MEIAN

₊˚⊹ ᰔ he gets you all comfy in front of a mirror and fingers you, alternating between little circles on your clit and curling his fingers inside your gummy walls, telling you to keep your eyes on yourself and to watch how pretty you look when you cum for him.

OIKAWA TOORU, tsukishima kei, SEMI EITA, sakusa kiyoomi, MATSUKAWA ISSEI

₊˚⊹ ᰔ he does all three.

AKAASHI KEIJI, ennoshita chikara, UKAI KEISHIN, sugawara koushi, KYOUTANI KENTARO, kuroo tetsuro

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mdni. do not copy, alter, or repost my work. ©oxytxn 2025.

[sodaneko]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗: 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮

♫ Abby Powledge - the way that i am

Someone will love me the way that I am The curves of my body and both calloused hands

✰ 𝐜𝐰: small weed mention between Osamu & Y/N texts, a couple of suggestive tweets but otherwise they're behaving in this one for once; written portion at the end

⭅ back to m.list

I dedicate this book to all my beautiful friends. Without you, I'd be nothing; without you, I would never felt what love is.

𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐊𝐈, who taught me about family and what it means to be made from the same stardust. I look up the definition of ‘home’ in the dictionary of my heart and it’s simply your name written there. Life became bearable once I knew I had a brother looking out for me no matter where my path leads me. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐄, who taught me about chasing passion and the life I want to live. When we met we were just two girls who bonded online over their love for food. Little did I know we would be roommates and turn the kitchen into a place full of joy and laughter one day. I felt braver from the moment that I met you. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐉𝐈, who taught me about kindness and allowing myself to dream. From one overthinker to another you always helped me put things into perspective. Your calm and caring demeanor put a big bandaid across my terrified heart, knowing you were always looking out for me even from afar. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐊𝐔𝐍, who taught me about accepting help and what it means to let someone pick you up (quite literally). Your outlook at life has fundamentally changed my approach to things. Knowing you’re out there, just one call away from carrying me home, makes me feel like I can do anything. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐌𝐈, who taught me about letting my heart love who it wants. When I said ‘in another life’ I truly meant it, but more than anything I’m glad to have a friend like you in this one. You showed me how to put my feelings into words and even though we don’t live on the moon together, I’m so blessed to have you. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍, who taught me about the art of being unbothered by things that don’t matter. Caring is a beautiful thing until it consumes you, but you always seem to find the right balance. With you in mind I am becoming more like water, letting myself be and flow around any obstacle of life. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔, who taught me about lingering in the doorframe a little longer. Whether it’s for one more drink or one more hug, it makes me appreciate the time we share in this life together. While I do think your drinks are evil, I know your heart is the opposite of it and I couldn’t have wished for a better brother-in-law. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈, who taught me about memories and how to cherish them. When time is slipping through our fingers, you make sure I’ll remember the warmth of your embrace long after we parted. I’m sure you still have the notes we passed back and forth in class. PS: I’m glad I crossed ‘yes’ when you asked me if I wanna be friends. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐓Ō𝐑𝐔, who taught me about leaving when there’s no soil for you to grow. It takes bravery to leave everything behind, but I felt less scared knowing we’re walking a similar path. Our rooftop talks gave me all the courage I needed to choose the life you allowed me to paint in the brightest colors. 

𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄, who taught me about strength and resilience. They’re admirable traits but they don’t have to be intertwined with loneliness. We grow stronger when we allow others to be there for us, whether with a protective hand between our shoulders or a simple call at 2AM. Thank you for always looking out for me.

𝐓𝐎 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔, who taught me about love. Who has known my heart when I wasn’t certain of it myself and who has shown me how to love in the absence of fear. I believe you and I were made to find each other in this life, with a big bang. Messy yet softly. My heart sighs your name in the gentlest tone and is glowing quite golden ever since you cradled between your palms. Thank you for showing me how tender love can be. To my husband who has the kindest, warmest soul and a heart so huge I get to live inside of it–I love you.

•┈••✦ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬

Suna being the only single out of both friend group, surely he won't use it to his advantage (me when i lie)

did someone say soft launch spin-off with Suna

he hasn't decided who he's going home with tonight, maybe we should do a voting about this

Yukie & Konoha were carpooling with Makki, Issei, Iwaizumi & Oikawa to the event

Oikawa is still scared of Yukie. she only growled a little at him

Omi's flowers found a spot on each step of the stairs up to osamu's & y/n's apartment (Osamu managed to buy the bigger boquet eventually)

Atsumu was banned from the bar but he still managed to find his way there. it ended in a disaster

Osamu & Y/N haven't decided where to go for their honeymoon yet. after they got married at the the city hall they went for soup and a sweet treat afterwards

obligatory maneater mention <3

it was also fun to think back to some of my favorite chapters. 2AM lychee soju, you up? and the bathroom floor you will always be famous to me

i actually made a cute banner for this chapter but then ran out of space because this chapter was so image heavy. i'll use it for the last one instead

wdym there's only one chapter left ( ; ω ; )

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[bonniepop]

another night where you fight, another night of silence. another night where miya osamu sleeps with his back to you.

the realization that there is not much more you can do to save your relationship clutches at your chest with an iron grip.

the gravity of it makes you whimper. pressing your lips together, you shakily push yourself up to sit blinking back tears while blindly stepping around for your slippers, willing yourself not to sob—not here, not where he can hear. your toes touch the fluff of them, and you hurry to slip them on. you need to get out of here.

as quiet as possible, you leave your boyfriend in your shared bedroom.

you stumble to the couch and kick off your shoes, blindly searching until your fingers catch the lampshade switch. you yank it to provide some light, rattling as it flings back into place.

you pull your knees to your chest and press your forehead against your kneecaps. a numb part of your brain thinks oh, so this is where this was, when you think of the misery that quieted itself, replaced with a numbness that overtook you during the fight you had with him earlier.

the numbness that made your limbs feel like ice when he clicked off the phone call without even hearing you out.

you wanted to tell him so much, but in the face of his blank gaze and dismissive demeanor, you shut off. you have more fight in you, you know that. but tonight you just couldn’t. couldn’t listen to him tell you that he needed more from you—more support, more time, more patience.

you’ve given him that, right? your brain runs with thoughts you can't keep up with. you gave him yourself. you have, for months, for years. you did what you could. you’ve withstood lonely anniversaries, forgotten birthdays, broken promises. you’ve done everything you could. you gave what you could. you gave everything you could.

i want you to come home, you wanted to tell him eatlier tonight. come home. you’re never home. i know you’re busy at work and you’re doing what you love but please, ‘samu. please. 

love me, too.

your body wracks with a sob, the hurt fresh, as if the words that you never got to say wounded your insides instead. you wanted to tell him that, you wanted to beg for it, beg for his time, beg for his attention, beg for him to love you back. but time and time again he just turns and says he’s tired, he doesn't want to hear it, and the moment is gone, and now the fear of knowing that leaving things unsaid will destroy you, will destroy him. will destroy both of you.

you huddle closer into yourself and sob, a sharp sound in your ears making your head pound.

“babe?” you hear through the ringing in your ears, and suddenly warm hands are on your arms. “babe, what’s wrong?” his voice is calm against your turmoil. “are you having a panic attack?”

“’samu, i’m—” you shudder and he leaves for a moment, flitting to the kitchen to grab you some water. 

“drink, please,” he tells you, gently unfurling you to sit. you comply with shaky limbs, taking the water he’d given you in your delicate grip. a few sips are enough to calm you down, but the fear is still there.

he gingerly takes the glass and sets it aside. he kneels in front of you, taking your hands and soothingly rubbing his thumbs against your skin. his fingers are hot, almost like a furnace, but when you realize that he's not, he's fine, your hands are freezing, you resist the urge to pull away as he warms your palm.

when he looks up to smile at you, you see the exhaustion on his face, and, instantly, you hate yourself for it. for this.

"i'm sorry," you blurt out, a fresh wave of tears threatening to spill over.

his hand leaves yours and cups your cheek. "for what, baby?"

“i love you so much, osamu,” you tell him without thinking, voice thick and wet and miserable. you press the palm of the hand he let go of against his cheek, hiccuping when he closes his eyes to lean into your touch. 

“i love you, too,” he says, ready to apologize for the fight, but it's not about that.

not anymore.

you pull away. the confusion and hurt on his face is making everything worse.

“i love you so much,” you tell him, desperately wishing that he could understand. “but i—” you sob, “but, osamu, i can’t anymore.”

osamu presses his lips together, saying nothing. you hear him sniffle, and his fingers come forward to brush at the tears on your cheeks and tuck a lock of hair behind your ear.

“i love you so much,” you confess. “i would do anything for you. and i have, i have for years. i’ve tried my best, but osamu, i’m so tired,” you sob. your voice feels like its giving out but the desperation makes the words claw themselves out of your mouth. “i’m so tired, i'm so tired and i'm so lonely, and—and—and i love you so much, but i have nothing left to give.”

you pull your hands away to hunch over and cry into your palms unable to face him. messily, you wipe at your face and push your hair back. you give him the most apologetic smile you can muster, but you're unable to see his face through your tears. “i’m so sorry i can’t give you more, osamu.”

you hear him sniffle and when you wipe your tears away with the backs of your hands, his eyes are glassy. then he closes his eyes.

the pain that washes over his face is absolutely unbearable. the furrow of his brow and the wrinkle of his chin, the lines by his scowl that you know is him trying his best to keep it together.

when he opens his eyes to look at you, his eyes are no longer glassy. your heart breaks for the pain he refuses to show. “what’s next?”

your smile is sad and wet with tears. “i think you know.” you brush his hair back and cradle his face with your hands. “let’s… let’s do this in the morning, okay?”

he nods, looking away. he licks his lips and shakes his head, and he turns to face you with a furrowed brow and a little more composure despite his watery gaze. but it doesn’t take long before his face crumples and he rushes to hide his face against your legs. his quiet sobs are pained and miserable, his chest shaking as he cries. 

you press your face against his hair and cry with him.

—

the morning greets you kindly, the soft sunlight bathing your room in a sweet glow. it’s early, but you can’t keep sleeping. there’s a lot to pack.

your eyes feel hot and swollen, and bones feel heavy beneath your skin, weighing you down from getting up from the bed. still, you fight. you push yourself up to sit and notice that you’re alone. unsurprising, really; osamu has been leaving earlier and coming home later. onigiri miya needs care, needs nurturing, so it’ll blossom and grow. you need to stop begrudging him for it.

you finish your morning ablutions in the bathroom and head out to the kitchen, but when you open your bedroom door, the smell of food hits your nose like a smack to the face. your stomach twists when you see a familiar broad back—osamu didn’t leave—and your fingers turn cold.

the door slides shut behind you and he turns. “good mornin’,” he says quietly, shutting off the stove.

“good morning,” you say, walking to your kitchenette. when you see the spread on the table, you gape despite yourself. “osamu. what is—what.”

he flushes, sliding a delicious looking steak unto a plate and setting it alongside the other plates—nearly every single plate you own, you note—and your dining table is bursting with food. “cooked breakfast.”

“for how many people?” you ask, incredulous. “i tried t'remember everythin’ you liked,” he said with a sniff, and your heart crinkles at the edges, because that means something.

“thank you,” you whisper, and you quietly take a seat while sets aside the dishware he used. 

when he finishes, he turns to look at you, leaning on the counter. it takes him a while. “when you leave,” he says, “i’m going to try again.”

you stare at him, confused. you say nothing and wait for him to continue.

“i don’t want you to leave,” he says, and he rubs his face in frustration. “but i know i’ve—i know i fucked up. i love you, and i never should’ve hurt you.” he inhales through his nose. “but i did, and i can’t change that.

“but i’m not giving up on you. not on us. you—” he clears his throat, and the dark circles beneath his eyes makes your heart feel tight. “i’ll… if i have to start all over again, i’ll do it,” he whispers, walking closer and taking your chin in his hand, tilting your face up to meet his eyes. “i’ll win you back.”

“osamu,” you whisper, and his face crumples again.

“i love you too much to let you go,” he says, voice breaking as he fights back tears. “and i know that makes me a jerk. but i’m… i love you, so much—so fucking much, and i hate myself for not making you feel that. for hurting you.”

he gets on his knees and tears are streaming down your face. “leave me if you have to,” he says brokenly.

“if you need space, i’ll understand. but please,” he begs. “please don’t give up on me.” 

he does the unthinkable. he curls over and bows, back curved and forehead pressed against the backs of his hands, pressed against the floor.

the horror that overtakes you is beyond words. 

you drop to the floor to pull him upright, not letting him do this. he won’t do this to himself, you won’t let him. not for anyone, not for you. you pull his face against yours and kiss him as hard as you can, crying as you do.

you won't let him do this.

later, you sit on the couch, arms around osamu’s middle as you lie on his chest. the idea that this could be the last time you held him like this made you want to burst into tears again.

“i’ll make it up to you,” he promises, pushing your hair out of your face, gently guiding your chin up. “please, just… give me another chance.”

you look up at him, and your eyes meet.

—

“hey!” atsumu greets warmly as soon as you enter the restaurant, spreading his arms wide to engulf you in a hug. “it’s so good t’see you!“

“hi, ‘tsumu,” you greet, returning the hug. 

he motions for you to sit as he picks up the menu. “know what you want?”

you nod, not even bothering to pick up the menu. “how are you? how’s training?”

“’m good! training’s good. teammates are pretty good, too.”

"yeah? like who?"

atsumu makes a show of looking at the menu. "oh, i don't you know them."

you roll your eyes at his obvious ploy to get you to start talking. “fine. ask me.”

atsumu instantly leans in, conspiratorially covering his mouth with the menu and whispering, “how are you two? it’s been over a month now, right?”

“oi.” you twist your head to smile up at the newcomer. “stop bothering them, ‘tsumu.”

atsumu glares at his twin. “i’m the one who invited ‘em to lunch!”

osamu rolls his eyes and lays down a platter of onigiri in front of you. he snatches the menu and smacks his brother’s wandering hands with it before they get to close. “these are not for you.”

“but that’s a lot!" atsumu whines. "can’t i have any?”

“no,” osamu says resolutely, then turns to you and gives you the softest smile he can muster, pinning the menu by his side and arm.

"i haven't even ordered yet!" atsumu complains.

osamu ignores him. “let me know what you think.”

“okay,” you say with a smile. 

“and let me know if you need to take out anything,” he continues, “i’ll wrap it up for you.” he leans forward and presses a kiss to your temple. “enjoy.”

“thank you, ‘samu,” you tell him before he turns to leave. 

he smiles back at you and heads back behind the bar.

atsumu has evidently forgotten about ordering, because his eyes shuttle back and forth between you two before nodding considerably. “so i take it things are going well?”

“yeah,” you admit, picking up an onigiri. “going really well, actually.”

“you’ve been…” atsumu searches for the word, “is it still called ‘dating’? you broke up. but… entertaining each other…?”

“don’t hurt yourself,” you joke. “but yeah. let’s call it dating. and it’s going well, thanks for asking.” you take a bite of the onigiri.

“does he still have a chance?” atsumu asks, genuine curiosity on his face.

you chew thoughtfully as you look back at osamu, who’s smiling at a customer. you remember that bright morning, when he helped you pack, helped you move into your friend’s apartment. when he cooked all that food, and you found it neatly packed away in a thermal bag that had a handwritten note, reminding you to eat well.

you remember the next day, when he showed up at your friend’s door, holding flowers and inviting you out to get some ice cream. you remember his messages, his calls, his check ins on you, littered across the days, asking you how you are or if you’re eating or if you need any food.

you could call him if you needed any help, if you needed anything at all.

but reality sets in when you think of how one phone call could be a mistake, it stops you from searching his name each time you pick up the phone.

in your mind, you see his bent form, his begging, his tears. you remember his smiles and his hugs and his ‘see you later’s, his gradually growing list of unbroken promises. you remember the effort, the time he’s putting into you, putting aside for you. you remember how hard he tries for you.

it's like everything is new again.

his eyes catch yours and he gives you a small wave, and you wave back, your stomach fluttering.

it's not new, you think. it's better.

you swallow your food. it's delicious.

“yeah,” you say softly, “he does.”