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Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

[now complete!]

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale: For you

(epilogue)

[yatsurinamikaze]

I have an idea, now that you wrote a younger Miya sister (amazing fic btw)...what about a younger Sakusa sister and her ending up with one of the Miyas 👀

Hahahaah!

You guys and your obsession with family drama :3

You guys are really killing me you know?

God finnee.

- where Atsumu falls over Kiyoomis little sister :)

Atsumu Miya never believed in fate—until he met you. Dr. Y/N Sakusa. A name that already sounded like trouble. You walked into his life in a storm of black scrubs, red lips, and enough sarcasm to make even him second-guess his comebacks.

You were a top-tier trauma surgeon. Brilliant. Unbothered. Unimpressed. Stunning, in a way that wasn’t delicate but devastating. And for some reason, Atsumu kept showing up—like a moth with no survival instinct.

Your first meeting? You jabbed a vaccine needle into his arm and muttered, “Try not to cry, tough guy.”

The second? You relocated his teammate’s shoulder mid-game and tossed over your shoulder, “Maybe try passing next time.”

He stared. You walked away. He was hooked.

⸻

Atsumu Miya was many things—cocky, relentless, annoying in the way only a man who’s never heard the word ‘no’ can be. But even he paused when it came to you. Something about the way you looked at him like you were holding back laughter. Or the way you didn’t look at him at all.

You didn’t flirt. You diagnosed.

Didn’t giggle. You smirked.

And you sure as hell didn’t blush. Not even when he turned up to the ER with a bouquet of lilies and said, “For the most dangerous woman I’ve ever met.”

You didn’t flinch. Just looked him straight in the eye and said,

“Allergic.”

Then dropped them straight into the biohazard bin.

⸻

The warnings came fast.

Your brother found the two of you talking post-match—Atsumu leaning a little too close, you smiling like you shouldn’t have—and his voice dropped to ice.

“Don’t.”

Atsumu raised an eyebrow. “Don’t what?”

“Don’t even think about her.”

“Too late.”

Kiyoomi didn’t respond. Just stared. The kind of stare that made people rethink their life choices. But Atsumu didn’t back down. He never did.

⸻

And maybe you should’ve stopped it there. Maybe you should’ve shut it down before the late-night texts, the coffee runs, the bruised knuckles he brought you just to have you patch him up.

But you didn’t.

You called him idiot—but with less bite.

You picked up when he called. Stayed on the line when he didn’t speak.

And one night, while stitching a gash across his palm, you whispered, “Stop making me care, Miya.”

His voice dropped low. “Too late for that too, doc.”

Here’s the thing.

You didn’t need him.

You didn’t need anyone.

And he knew that. Knew it and still wanted you more. Because somewhere between the sarcasm, the sharpness, and the softness you kept so tightly guarded, he realized—

You were the only thing he’d never win with charm alone.

And he was already all in.

Even if it meant going head-to-head with your brother.

Even if it meant getting cut open a thousand times,

as long as it was you who stitched him back together.

[yatsurinamikaze]

Hi!

Any ideas for the new fic? :)

[yatsurinamikaze]

What should I write next? Do suggest :3

[yatsurinamikaze]

I was just wondering where the oneshot "Ugly Tradition" was? When I click the link on your masterlist, it says no posts found. Thank you 😊

Oh, is it? Let me fix that! :)

[yatsurinamikaze]

Hi! Is sombre still ongoing??

Yup.

[yatsurinamikaze]

Nooo the recent fic can't be finished already 😭...I enjoyed it way too much. Can't wait for sombre though 🥹, take care love!

The epilogue is up for Swan & Shadow! Thank you so much for your love! :)

Take care <3

[yatsurinamikaze]

Epilogue is now up!!

Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

[now complete!]

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale: For you

(epilogue)

[yatsurinamikaze]

Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya!Reader]

Summary: Where the brooding Sakusa Kiyoomi unknowingly falls in love with the Miya sister. What happens next?

Chapter 22 [Masterlist]  - EPILOGUE

“You sure you wanna do this?” Kiyoomi asks, his voice calm, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You roll your eyes, nodding. “Hell yea.”

-A couple of days earlier-

You walk with Sakusa toward the back exit, the door closing softly behind you. The echo fades as you both step into the dimly lit parking lot. Kiyoomi holds your hand, draping his jacket around your dress like it’s the easiest thing in the world. The cold leather feels comforting against your bare arms.

In the car, he glances sideways at you, eyes scanning your face. “You okay?”

You nod, silent for a moment. Then softly, “Can we get out of here?”

Without another word, Kiyoomi revs the engine. The car hums to life beneath you both. “Where to?” he asks.

You rest your head back, staring at the blur of city lights outside. “Just… keep driving.”

So he does.

You drive in silence for hours, the glow of street lamps giving way to the soft darkness of dawn. Eventually, the road ends where sand begins – a quiet beach bathed in moonlight.

You step out, heels sinking into the cool grains as the salty breeze whips your hair back. Kiyoomi follows behind, quiet footsteps crunching the sand until he sits next to you.. But then—you bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking.

Panic flashes across his face. “Y/N?” His voice trembles, softer this time. “Hey, are you okay? What’s wrong? Talk to me, please—”

You look up, and he sees it.

You’re not crying.

You’re laughing.

“Y/N…?” he asks, confused.

You tilt your head back, laughing harder, the sound echoing across the silent waves. “I’m free,” you gasp out, breathless.

“What?” His eyebrows knit together.

You turn to him, tears of laughter wetting your lashes. “I’m free, Kiyoomi.”

He stares, processing. Then shakes his head lightly, exhaling. “Care to elaborate before I call an ambulance?”

You chuckle, brushing your hair back. “I just quit.”

“…Quit what?”

You pull the edge of his jacket aside to reveal the tutu still tucked under it. “This.”

“You… quit ballet?” His eyes widened in genuine surprise.

“I mean… professional ballet.” You pause, tracing patterns in the sand with your finger. “Yeah, I love it. But… I realized, I stopped having fun, you know?”

He listens silently, waiting.

“I had made up my mind to quit when I got hurt. I realised… I never wanted the hurt to heal. I just… wanted to perform one more time before ending it. Before walking away on my own terms.”

Kiyoomi nods, quietly understanding, softening his gaze. “Is this… why… he hurt you?”

You crease your lips, nodding. “Yeah.” as you touch your throat.

The waves crash against the shore, filling the silence between you both. Then, you look back at him, a smile curling across your lips despite everything.

“Plus…” you say lightly, eyes twinkling as he glances back at you. “I’m ready for more adventures.”

A small smile tugs at his mouth, his eyes flickering down before meeting yours again. “…Yeah?”

You nod, exhaling a shaky laugh. “Yeah.”

He lets out a short chuckle. “Good. Because honestly… the only ballet term I know is ‘plie’. And I don’t even know what the hell that means.”

You burst out laughing, shoving his shoulder lightly. “God, you’re hopeless.”

“Hey.” He tilts his head, smile fading into something quieter, more sincere. “You don’t have to answer now… but do you see me… in those adventures?”

Your eyes lock with his, your chest tightening. “Only… if you want to.”

He studies you, gaze flickering across your face like he’s trying to memorise it. Then, with a quiet conviction that makes your heart ache, he says, “I want to.”

Your lips part slightly, hope filling your chest. “You do?”

He doesn’t answer with words. He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss so soft, so slow, it feels like forgiveness. Like coming home.

-

When you both walk back into the Miya house the next morning, hand in hand, Atsumu raises an eyebrow from where he’s sprawled on the couch. “So… what, ya gettin’ married now?”

You roll your eyes, squeezing Kiyoomi’s hand. “Jeez, Tsumi, let us date first, will you?”

Atsumu chuckles, scrolling Instagram absentmindedly. “Well… you quitting has blown up. Like, blown up blown up. Oh—and someone recorded Shinjiro assaulting you.” He turns his phone screen toward you with a smug grin. “He’s getting cancelled so fast, even Osamu’s instant ramen cooks slower.”

Osamu snorts from the kitchen. “Hey, leave my ramen outta this.”

You all burst out laughing, the sound ringing through the house, light and warm.

-Back to present-

“You sure you wanna do this?” Kiyoomi asks, his voice calm, a small smile tugging at his lips.

You roll your eyes, nodding. “Hell yea.”

He gives your hand a small squeeze, leaning in just enough that his forehead brushes yours. “It’s about time we made this official.”

You both step out of the house, hand in hand, as the paparazzi flash their cameras at you two, blinding and relentless. But none of it matters.

Because he whispers, soft and teasing, “I googled. Plie means bending your knees, by the way.”

You whip your head back, laughing loudly as the cameras keep flashing, capturing the exact moment you realise—

You are free.

And this time, you are choosing exactly where you want to be.

Phew! Hope you guys had fun along the journey! Thank you for your patience and all the lovely comments! :)

[yatsurinamikaze]

phew!

Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

[now complete!]

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale: For you

(epilogue)

[yatsurinamikaze]

Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya!Reader]

Summary: Where the brooding Sakusa Kiyoomi unknowingly falls in love with the Miya sister. What happens next?

Chapter 21 [Masterlist]  - FINAL CHAPTER!

The car is suffocating.

Osamu’s steady hands grip the steering wheel, the background Radio only amplifying the sound of Sakusa’s thoughts crashing inside his mind. Dressed in a tux, every breath he takes feels too shallow, his body tense, unwilling to relax even for a second. He taps his foot against the floor in an anxious, almost frantic rhythm.

Atsumu’s voice breaks through the silence, frustration thick in his words as he dials your number for the umpteenth time. “She won’t pick up. Why the hell is she being like this?”

Sakusa’s hands twitch in his lap, fingers brushing the fabric of his suit. The air feels heavy, suffocating, and he knows he’s spiraling, but his mind is a tangled mess, and his heart—his heart feels like it’s being ripped in two.

Osamu’s calm voice cuts through the tension. “You know it’s performance night. She’s probably busy preparing.”

His leg moves again, restless.

Osamu clears his throat, a slight hesitation in his tone. “Do you have a plan?”

Before Sakusa can speak, Atsumu groans, annoyance evident in every syllable. “Yeah, I have a plan. I’m going to rip Shinjiro one. That moth—”

“I meant Sakusa,” Osamu interrupts, his voice soft but firm.

Atsumu turns around, his eyes on Sakusa, confusion flickering in his gaze. Sakusa looks away, his lips pulling into a tight line. I don’t know. The words stay lodged in his throat, suffocating him. He can’t even bring himself to admit it. He doesn’t know what to do, but he knows one thing—he has to fix this.

The car slows, the venue in sight, the blinding lights and bustling crowd outside signaling the arrival. Osamu parks the car with precision, and the three of them step out. Sakusa moves stiffly, as if his legs are made of stone. The entire world feels like it’s crashing in on him, and he’s just holding on, waiting for something to shift.

He watches you step onto that stage. And for the first time, everything else fades away.

The crowd falls into silence. The air shifts, and suddenly, it’s just you. You’re a vision—graceful, effortless, commanding the room with each step you take. Sakusa stands frozen, watching, captivated, his chest tightening with every fluid movement. He’s seen you perform in videos, in clips, but this? This is magic. This is everything he’s ever imagined and more.

Time slows, a haze clouding his vision as he watches you—every leap, every pirouette, each perfect arc of your body—it all seems to happen in slow motion, like he’s watching a dream unfold before him. His mind blanks out, a trance taking over him, as he realizes something he hadn’t expected: Everyone is watching her.

And for the first time, he understands what it means to be truly lost in someone’s presence. It’s not just him—it’s the entire room. He’s only one of many, but it feels like you’re pulling him deeper, unraveling him.

When the final note of music fades and the applause erupts, Sakusa doesn’t move. He’s rooted to the spot, the world still spinning around him, but in a haze. Up until he came here, he didn’t know what the “plan” was - but after looking at you? He just knows what he needs to do.

Atsumu’s voice pulls him back into reality, nudging him with an elbow. “Let’s go backstage.”

Sakusa’s legs are unsteady, his body still moving on autopilot. He’s not sure if he’s even breathing. As they reach the entrance to the backstage area, security stops them cold. “Sorry, Sir. You don’t have the proper ID.”

Sakusa’s eyes scan the room, his gaze catching on you, at the far end. Only the two of you- you and Shinjiro. His heart stutters, the tension thickening in his chest as Shinjiro approaches you, his hands finding your face. Sakusa feels a sudden rush of anger flood his veins.

“That was really amazing,” Shinjiro says, his voice dripping with feigned admiration as he kisses your forehead. You stand there, your expression distant, cold, and it makes him twitch. His smile starts to falter, his eyes flickering with something dark.

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself. You remember what you’d promised Kiyoomi, and now it’s time to do this—no more hiding, no more waiting. You told him you would fix this, and so you will. You know this won't be easy, but it has to happen.

You watch Shinjiro turn, but before he can walk away, your voice slices through the silence. “Shinjiro.”

You hold your ground, your voice unwavering. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Shinjiro jerks around to face you, his expression twisting into something ugly, something almost unrecognizable. “What?” His voice cracks slightly, but his eyes—the madness begins to show in them. His lips tremble as he stares at you, but he refuses to look away.

“I can’t do this anymore,” you repeat, this time firmer, letting the weight of the decision settle between you.

The words seem to push Shinjiro over the edge. His eyes widen, not in shock, but in something darker—something primal. A chuckle, shaky at first, slips from his mouth, but it’s not a laugh. It’s desperate, jagged. “You think you can just walk away? You think you can end this like it means nothing?” His hands ball into fists, his body vibrating with rage.

He takes a step closer, then another, until he’s right in front of you, his breath shallow and rapid. “You’re nothing without me. Do you hear me? NOTHING! You—” His voice shakes with the kind of anger that’s no longer grounded in reality. His eyes dart around, unfocused, like he’s losing touch with everything. “You can't do this. You won’t do this.”

His words become a torrent, a broken stream of threats. “I’ll make sure you regret this. I’ll ruin everything you have. I’ll—” His hands tremble violently as he points at you, like he’s trying to control something much larger than himself.

Before you can even process the words, Shinjiro’s face turns a shade darker—eyes wide, pupils dilated. In a flash, his hands are around your throat, gripping too tightly, too fast, like the last threads of his sanity are unraveling with each breath he takes.

“I will end you!” His voice cracks as he spits the words, a manic edge creeping in. His grip tightens, and the look in his eyes—wild, unfocused—tells you that he's no longer fully present, that he's lost himself completely.

Your heart pounds in your chest, panic seizing you as you struggle to pry his hands from your throat, but his insane grip only tightens, pushing you further into the wall. “You can’t escape,” he mutters, his voice now barely a rasp, as if he's talking to himself more than you. “I won’t let you.”

Your eyes widen in panic, and you hurriedly try to pry his hands away from your throat- albeit failing at this.

Rage explodes in Sakusa’s chest, his body moving before his mind can catch up. He pushes past Atsumu and Osamu, his eyes locked on you.

But the guard gets in the way again. No.

Atsumu and Osamu look in the direction where Sakusa was looking, they immediately exchange a quick, tense look and suddenly, Atsumu tackles the security guard, shouting, “Go, go, go!” They rush forward, fury driving them.

And then, everything shifts. As you desperately try to get some air in your lungs, you scratch at shinjiro’s hand. “Leav-ngh me-uh”, you try to voice, constrained. A voice cuts through the air, “Get your hands off my sister.” Shinjiro turns his head towards Osamu, Shinjiro’s hand loosening its grip on your throat.

You’ve never seen Osamu like this. Growing up, you always thought Atsumu was the one with the short fuse. But now? You’ve never seen him so calm in the face of violence. It almost seems deadly. Osamu peels Shinjiro off of you with a strength you didn’t know he had. His expression is pure rage, and it takes you a moment to realize—this is his fury, his protection.

Sakusa is immediately standing in front of you, shielding you with his body, his hand gripping yours, pulling you behind him. His chest rises and falls with each breath, the storm in his eyes visible for anyone to see.

Osamu holds Shinjiro by the collar, his face deadly calm, and he punches him—hard. The crack of Shinjiro’s nose breaking is sickening. “If you ever” he lands another punch, “touch my sister again,” another punch, “I will fucking kill you.”

And then another punch lands.

Atsumu rushes in at this point and steps in, his voice laced with concern, “Hey, you’ll kill him.”

Osamu pauses, his fist hovering in the air, but he doesn’t look at Atsumu. He lands the final punch, and Shinjiro stumbles back, falling to the ground- his phone falling out of his other hand. Atsumu immediately stomps on it, the screen cracking beneath his boot.

Sakusa turns around to look at you.

You’re shaking, breathless. He towers over you, his expression full of concern. “Are you... okay?” His voice is low, almost hesitant.

He puts his hand gently on your shoulders, “Did he hurt you?” 

You try to calm your breathing, but it’s not helping. You look up at him, his face, his presence, it’s everything you need right now, and it’s all you see. Your eyes are on his, everything else is a blur. You gently shake your head.

Sakusa studies your expression, giving you a moment. He waits for sometime, and then finally says, “I’m here.” He holds your face gently between his hands, afraid he will break you, “I'm here for you.”

You look at him, your breath shallow. “You’re... here for me?” you whisper, your voice trembling.

He nods, his fingers gentle against your skin. “For you,” he breathes, his voice full of desperate longing.

You nod, closing your eyes for a brief moment, calming yourself. The world doesn’t seem so chaotic anymore.

You whisper, just barely audible, “Kiss me, Kiyoomi.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He kisses you soft and slow - gentler than the breeze. A promise that everything is going to be okay.

As the kiss ends, Atsumu coughs loudly from behind them, “We’ll... leave the two of you to talk things out.”

Shinjiro gets up, holding his nose, “You are all insane! You will be hearing from my lawyers!!”

Osamu and Atsumu ignore him and turn to leave, and you walk with Sakusa toward the back exit, the door closing softly behind you.

And for the first time in a long time, you feel like maybe, just maybe, everything is going to be okay.

There will be a tiny concluding epilogue!

[yatsurinamikaze]

What do you think the final chapter is gonna be?

Happy ending? Sad?

Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale:

[yatsurinamikaze]

Final Chapter Coming Out Soon!!

Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale:

[yatsurinamikaze]

Hello! I see my idea of Swan and Shadow has become a success (obviously from your amazing skills) after seeing all the love and comments on it. I just wanted to say thank you for being the first to hear me out, even for something so small 🥹 I can't express how much I adore your work, as you manage to always brighten my gloomy days with every post. Thank you so much again for all the time and effort you put in to write a masterpiece, even if your not 100% yourself. Love you Pookie, take care 💜

Hiya!

I know right? It started out as such a short ask, which then became a whole thing. I hope I was able to do justice to it, just as you had imagined. :)

Thank you so much for the love and constant support.

One final chapter is left, so hold on tight!

Take care <3

[yatsurinamikaze]

Looks like there's just one final chapter left! Yuhoo!

Now Playing: Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya! Reader]

Short chapters, regular angst, fluff and the MSBY chaos!

Chapter 1: Battery Low

Chapter 2: Giraffe trying to roller-skate

Chapter 3: Did you see that?!

Chapter 4: Tragic ballerinas in distress

Chapter 5: Nothing more

Chapter 6: The Miya Law

Chapter 7: Shinjiro Arakawa

Chapter 8: I dont care

Chapter 9: He hates it that he wants you

Chapter 10: Somethin's off

Chapter 11: Ride back home

Chapter 12: Cant do nothin'

Chapter 13: Hey

Chapter 14: Capitalism, baby ;)

Chapter 15: Yearning

Chapter 16: Do not enter without a smile

Chapter 17: Launch Party

part one: before part two: during extra (mdni) part three: after

Chapter 18: How you lose it all

Chapter 19: The fuck is going on?

Chapter 20: Plastic baggie with ice

Finale:

[yatsurinamikaze]

Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya!Reader]

Summary: Where the brooding Sakusa Kiyoomi unknowingly falls in love with the Miya sister. What happens next?

Chapter 20 [Masterlist] 

Osamu calmly says, "I’ll handle this." Bokuto and Meian nod at him, “We will take care of this.”, as they turn towards the guards.

Both Sakusa and Atsumu walk into the room, holding ice packs to their faces and knuckles. Osamu looks at them, his expression calm as always, hands  folded in the front as he leans against the table, "What’s going on here?"

Atsumu scoffs, his frustration spilling out. "What’s goin’ on? I’ll tell ya what’s goin’ on. This guy—" He points at Sakusa. "—has been messin’ with our baby sister. And not just that, he’s got a damn tape of it. A tape!" He lunges toward Sakusa, his fists still clenched.

Sakusa is taken aback, his face going blank as he hears about the tape. Osamu steps in between them, his presence enough to stop Atsumu in his tracks.  “A tape?” he mutters. He doesn’t even know how to process that information. “I didnt.. I didnt know.” 

Atsumu lunges forward again to hit him, “Ya moth-”

Osamu says, "Enough." He places his palm on Atsumu’s chest, “That’s enough. He said he didn't know.”

Atsumu backs off, still breathing heavily,  his anger hasn't gone anywhere. 

There’s a moment of silence. 

Suddenly, Osamu turns around and sucker-punches Sakusa across his jaw. Sakusa stumbles back, groaning as the sting settles into his cheek.

Osamu says, "Now we’re even."

The room goes quiet. No one speaks. The only noise in the room is the plastic baggy with ice being rubbed against faces.

Sakusa asks quietly, "Does she... does she know? Is she okay?"

Osamu mutters, almost to himself, "Come to think of it... she did act weird when she came home yesterday."

Atsumu speaks up, his voice thick with disbelief. "Out of all the people in the world, you just had to, didn’t ya?" He repeats again,” Out of all the fucking people in this fucking world. You had to pick y/n.”, “She’s.. God.” He runs his hand through his hair, “ She’s such a sweet girl, you know? How could you?”

Sakusa sighs, the weight of the situation sinking in. He doesn’t know what to say. So much has happened in the last 48 hours, he just doesntknow how to feel, he finds it hard to say anything, yet he mumbles. "I... I—uh..."

Osamu finishes for him, realizing, "You.. like her, don’t you?"

Sakusa looks up at Osamu. That's when Atsumu also looks at Sakusa, his eyes widening as the realization hits him.

Atsumu groans, "Ah, shit, man."

Osamu smiles, a knowing grin crossing his face. "I knew it."

Sakusa says, "Knew what?"

Osamu says, "I knew there was something between you two."

Sakusa scoffs lightly. "She doesn’t like me, though."

Osamu says, "Oh... did you tell her?"

Sakusa sighs, the regret evident in his voice. "Yeah... and it didn’t go well. She wants to be with Shinjiro."

Atsumu scoffs, "Shinjiro is an ass. They're just together because of the contract."

Sakusa repeats, still in disbelief blinking a couple of times, "Contract?"

Atsumu nods, frustrated. "Yeah, her management company. It's in her contract. She has to date Shinjiro. Better publicity, the shows are fully booked, that's what the sponsors want."

Sakusa is surprised beyond belief. "What are you saying?"

Osamu says quietly, "Yeah. They are not... really together. Shinjiro keeps asking her out, but she always turns him down. She can't say anything because of the NDA. I mean, it will be the end of her career if she does."

Sakusa looks at them both, confusion written all over his face. "Is this why she said... no?"

That's when the door opens, and Meian enters the room, his expression knowing as he scans the tension in the air. He looks at them, raising an eyebrow. "Uh... you might want to hear this."

Bokuto follows behind, roughly bringing the guard in. The man is shaking, his eyes darting nervously between these huge muscley men.

Meian glances at Bokuto, then at the guard. "Well?"

The guard gulps, voice trembling as he confesses, "Shinjiro specifically asked for the tape. He already knew about it, said he followed her that night. He kept mumbling how he will not let her go, no matter what?"

At that, Atsumu, Osamu, and Sakusa exchange a knowing look. The pieces are falling into place, and they all understand the weight of the situation. The room grows heavier.

[yatsurinamikaze]

Swan and Shadow [Sakusa Kiyoomi x Miya!Reader]

Summary: Where the brooding Sakusa Kiyoomi unknowingly falls in love with the Miya sister. What happens next?

Chapter 19 [Masterlist] 

[trigger warning: blood, fighting]

Atsumu walks into the facility, whistling a tune, his mood light as usual. He’s in a good place, ready to face the next few hours of gruelling practice and gym. That is, until he notices two security guards huddled together, their heads tilted toward a screen. He hears a muffled moan, then the two guards giggle, sharing whatever they’re watching.

Atsumu raises an eyebrow, curiosity piquing. "Are ya watching porn in the facility? What the hell?" He grins, half-joking, expecting a laugh from them. His eyes flick toward the screen, still amused, but that smile falters when he sees what’s on it.

His blood runs cold, and a wave of heat floods his face as his eyes lock on the image—his baby sister. With Sakusa. A wave of disbelief washes over him, followed quickly by a red-hot fury that erupts from deep within. He can barely breathe.

His grin vanishes completely, replaced by a deep, simmering rage. His hand shoots out, grabbing the closest guard by the collar and jerking him forward. "Why the fuck do ya have this with ya?" he hisses, the question barely out before he’s already shaking the guard, his voice low and deadly. "Where the hell did ya get this from?"

Before the guard can respond, Atsumu’s fist lands across his face with a sickening crack, sending the man stumbling back against the wall. Atsumu’s face is red, veins throbbing in his neck, his breath coming in short, angry bursts. His chest is heaving with the force of his rage.

Bokuto watches, wide-eyed, as Hinata stands frozen, unsure of what to do. Bokuto tries to grab Atsumu’s arm, attempting to pull him back, but Atsumu isn’t stopping.

"Atsumu, stop!" Hinata’s voice is full of panic as he sees his senior losing control. But Atsumu doesn’t hear them. His grip tightens around the second guard’s collar, yanking him up as well.

Hinata, looking terrified, pulls out his phone and texts Osamu: “Come quick. Atsumu is losing it.”

"I asked ya a question!" Atsumu growls, his voice raw. "Where the hell did ya get this shit?!" His fists come down again, hitting the second guard across the face. Blood spatters from his lip.

The guard stammers, gasping for breath, barely able to speak. "I... I don’t know... we found it in the footage... just... just there..."

Atsumu’s fury doesn’t let up. He takes the phone and shoves it in Bokuto's hands, "Delete it. Right now." His voice is cold, ice running through his words, but the anger behind it is boiling over. He turns to the guard again, "Who else has this?"

The guard hesitates, his eyes flicking nervously to his partner before he finally mutters, "... Shinjiro-san... he... he asked for it..."

Atsumu freezes, the world around him narrowing to a pinpoint of rage. "The fuck is going on?" he mutters, barely able to control the heat rising in him. His thoughts spiral, his mind working through the implications, but before he can process further, he sees him.

Sakusa enters the facility.

Atsumu’s chest tightens, and everything inside him snaps. His fists clench, his body moving on instinct as he lunges at Sakusa. "Sakusa!" he roars, his voice full of fury, cutting through the air. His feet pound against the floor as he charges down the hallway toward the man.

Sakusa looks up just in time to see Atsumu barreling toward him, his expression hardening into one of raw frustration. They crash into each other in the middle of the corridor—two forces of nature meeting in a blur of fists and blood. Atsumu punches, aiming for Sakusa’s face, his rage giving him strength. Sakusa counters, his movements quick and sharp, retaliating with his own brutal strikes.

Atsumu’s voice cracks as he screams, “How the fuck could ya do this to me?!” His body is trembling with anger, every punch filled with the weight of betrayal. “What the hell is wrong with ya, Kiyoomi?! You think you can just do whatever the fuck you want?!”

Sakusa’s jaw tightens, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth as he delivers another blow. “What the hell are you talking about?" His voice is rough, hoarse from the fight. 

The two of them are locked in a vicious struggle, their bodies crashing into walls, their fists landing with sickening thuds. Blood spills from their faces as the blows keep coming. Neither of them will back down, and the fight escalates with every second. The whole facility is now slowly forming a circle around the two, still staying a little far off.

Bokuto finally snaps into action, grabbing Atsumu’s arm and pulling him back, trying to separate the two. "Atsumu, enough!" he yells, but Atsumu’s anger is overwhelming.

Hinata, seeing no other choice, rushes to Sakusa’s side, trying to hold him back, but Sakusa’s own fury has taken over. "Let me go!" Sakusa growls, his body tensing as he tries to break free.

Finally, Meian appears, running toward the chaos. "Enough!" he commands, his voice booming. He pushes his way through the mess, grabbing Atsumu by the shoulders and yanking him back, his grip strong. Atsumu fights against it, but Meian doesn’t relent. "Walk away. NOW."

Atsumu’s breath is ragged, his fists still clenching as he glares at Sakusa. "Ya don’t get to walk away from this, Kiyoomi," he spits, the words laced with venom. 

Sakusa stands there, his face battered, chest rising and falling with each harsh breath, his eyes locked on Atsumu. His lip curls into a grimace, but he doesn’t speak. The air between them is thick with tension, the fight simmering beneath the surface.

Meian keeping his hand on Atsumu’s shoulder, turns to Bokuto, his voice low. "What the hell is going on? What the hell did they do?"

Bokuto’s face is hard, his expression unreadable. "Uhm, I.."

Atsumu’s breathing finally slows, but his body is still trembling with the aftershocks of the rage. The hallway is silent, except for the sound of their ragged breathing.

And then, the door slams open, and Osamu steps in. His gaze sweeps over the scene—Atsumu and Sakusa, both bloodied, faces black and blue, their expressions full of pain and betrayal.

Osamu’s voice cuts through the silence. "The fuck happened here?"