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[maoyunn]

i wake up and i am immediately thinking about those characters. i eat breakfast and i am thinking about those characters. i do chores and i am thinking about those characters. i do any work, i study, i walk the dogs, and i am thinking about those characters. i go to bed and i am thinkign

[maoyunn]

inspired by japanese celebrities announcing their marriage and/or pregnancy out of the blue, here's . . .

suddenly announcing your relationship with kenma kozume out of nowhere

kodzuken and y/n

rarely do you see anyone mention the two in the same sentence. after all, one is a famous gamer, youtuber, and ceo while the other is a simple, small-time coffee and pastry shop owner. to know one or the other may not be peculiar (it may even be more abnormal NOT to know one of the two, given his popularity) but to know one AND the other would be far too impossible— that may even be the most unique niche there ever was.

save, perhaps, for kuroo tetsuroo, a JVA sports promoter and long-time friend of both, who currently was an unfortunate victim of his friend’s nervous rambling.

“i’m gonna kill myself,” you croaked out after a breathe of silence. you’ve been ranting kuroo’s ear off for probably more than an hour at this point. while you’d usually go straight to your lover for your worries, he is the worry taking your mind up by a storm.

kuroo sighs, places both of his hands on each side of your shoulder, and says, “please don’t. kenma would kill me if he found out i’d just let you.” you roll your eyes and sit down in defeat.

he doesn’t really see the problem; he’s known you both for years, has seen you at your lowest and highest, and has been there for the both of you even before you went through your painfully mutual pining era in high school. why wouldn’t kenma react well to your worry?

“because i made him keep our relationship a secret… and now that i want to reveal everything, i’m scared that he doesn’t want that.”

kuroo knows that. he knew well how terrified you were of kenma’s fanbase… how it led to a few disagreements because while you weren’t ready, kenma was.

but kuroo also knows that kenma would do anything for you. so, being the good friend that he was to both kenma and you, simply said, “you’re stupid.”

you frown and glare at him, the resounding smack! of your hand to his head temporarily satiated your need to avenge yourself. kuroo just cackles, then sighs and says, “just talk to him. i promise it will go well.”

you groan and slump against the wall. “i hope so…”

and hope you did, as you now stand behind kenma’s door the very next day after your talk with kuroo. you’re frozen, unmoving and unrelenting— standing very still behind the doors that now seem looming.

kenma’s busy preparing for a short new year’s eve livestream for later. it had been a yearly tradition of his to host a 15-minute livestream two hours after the clock hits 12:00 mn, to thank his viewers for their support. and somewhere along the line, you became part of this tradition too. although you’ve never been in frame for any of it, he always made it so your yummy creations were visible in the livestream.

at some point he began to wish that his livestreams would include not only your food but you, yourself. but of course, kenma respected your boundaries. he knew and understood where you were coming from, and so the pudding you so sweetly prepared had to suffice for the night.

he senses you standing behind the door. it’s some sort of sixth sense that he began to develop ever since you two started living together. he somehow just knows it’s your presence, patiently waiting for him.

kenma contentedly looks at his setup before he proceeds to open the door for you, already smiling at even just the thought of you waiting for him behind those doors.

then, his smile drops so suddenly. he takes in your nervous form; how your breath hitched when he opened the door; how you tried to cover it all up with a smile.

it doesn’t reach your eyes, so kenma worries. he knows you best after all.

“are you alright?” he asks, despite his hand already on your sleeve— a silent way of delivering comfort should you decide not to tell him.

for a moment everything seemed alright to you.

“mhmm… i just… can i tell you something?” you asked, your voice so small and vulnerable that it made kenma worry even more.

he nods, not wanting even just his breath to offend you in any way. kenma tightly takes a hold of your hand and leads you inside his workroom and to his couch.

even when you’re both situated, you never let go of his hand. you take a deep breath— and kenma seems to do the same as he looks expectantly— and you say,

“i’m ready.”

that one deep breath gets stuck in his throat as he realizes what you mean.

he knows you best, after all.

“you mean…” kenma leads on and proceeds to hold your hand tighter— if that was even possible— when you nod. he does this breathy laugh that makes you sigh in relief.

kenma hugs you with a wide grin on his face, then kisses you before he says, “you didn’t have to be so nervous in telling me. thank you, baby.“

“still! i was scared you’d change your mind,” you reason out.

“if you only knew how much i’d thought about showing you off on livestream,” kenma says so confidently that it makes you immediately flustered.

you being you, try to counter his bold move and make him flustered by raising, “well! you can tell them about your partner tonight then!”

he stills as redness creeps on his ears.

it makes you feel a tiny sliver of satisfaction that you made him flustered. but you forget he never liked to lose, so you were never prepared to hear his next words.

you become shyer than before as you then hear him say—

“what if i told them i had a fiancé instead?

will you marry me?”

— end

… >__< 👍🏻 so i never really got to the point of them actually announcing their relationship but i thought this would be a good end point. hny everyone!

[maoyunn]

Honorary Cat 🐈‍⬛

Someone come pick him up

[maoyunn]

i think sunarin would get the worst motion sickness at theme parks.. like everyone on the team would pose for a photo and he’s the only one with his eyes closed and screaming. he wants to make his money worthwhile since the twins (park fanatics) made him buy fast lane passes, so he gives into everyone’s peer pressure to go onto a rollercoaster— one of the scarier ones with loops and big drops. he makes it out alive but he refuses to ride anything for the next hour because everything is setting in and feels like throwing up.. 🫠

author’s note: i’m self projecting at disneyland sorry (incredicoaster wiped me out)

[maoyunn]

Still your Honey

Miya Osamu x Fem!Reader — Word Count: 416 ☆ | sfw && fluff (author’s note at the end.)

It was 8pm at the dinner table and you’re currently swooning over your six year-old daughter as she praises Osamu’s cooking at the dinner table.

“Papa’s food is so yummy!”

Her Kansai dialect copied from spending time with your husband is audible and she looks just like him, she is him. You squeal as you stroke her soft hair to ensure the food doesn’t get in her freshly washed hair.

“‘Samu, our daughter is the cutest!”

“But Mama is the prettiest! Right papa?”

You were surprised. When did she learn how to flatter her mother? You look up to your husband staring at you with a little grin.

“That’s right darling, our mommy is the prettiest.”

Despite her love for food, she chooses to savor the portion rather than inhaling it because you told her it will make her stomach ache. By the looks of the once warm rice, she might’ve started savoring it a little too long. You rest your head against your palms as you observe your daughter eat, continuing to obtain a fever with how cute she is.

There’s a running joke between you and her and that she’s your honey. This all happened because you often called Osamu ‘honey’ around the house and she would see him melt, every time. You smile to yourself of the memory and muse,“Princess, whose honey are you?”

“Papa’s and Mama’s!”

Her tone was so enthusiastic, you smiled brightly until you heard a snicker from the other side and you lightly smacked Osamu on the chest with a huff and a frown.

“What was that for?”

“If you want to be her Honey then that’s fine too. Snickering because she said ‘Papa’ first and not ‘Mama’.. Hmph.”

Once your daughter finishes her meal, Osamu gets up to put the empty bowls and plates in the sink, preparing to wash them. After a couple paces from the table to the sink, he kisses your pout and your daughter covers her eyes with a squeal,

“Papa is kissing mommy!”

He chuckles and kisses her forehead as well.

“If I didn’t kiss her soon, I would be sleeping on the couch tonight. And then Mama wouldn’t call me honey ever again.”

The little one gasps. She leans over to kiss you on the cheek. Your sweet, sweet daughter, always so thoughtful and always wants to let you know how much she loves you.

“Then I’ll kiss her so I can still be her honey too!”

author’s note: hello osamu brainworms and girl dad osamu @_@ this was kinda based off a conversation i witnessed but it all happened in a foreign language so I apologize if it doesn’t make super sense.. m trying to discover what writing layout works best with me rn and also please be my mutual I don’t bite I promise!

[maoyunn]

“You think every citizen should have access to free and accessible healthcare?”

Wrong!!!

I think that Asylum seekers and Migrant workers and The Undocumented and Everyone Else should get free healthcare too

I love immigration

[maoyunn]

i love hearing about the declining birth rate like yesss that is a major problem considering our dominant economic model. a problem i plan on contributing to 👍 joining the war on declining birth rates on the side of declining birth rates

[maoyunn]

work smart, not hard! 🧠🐟💨

[maoyunn]

osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.

___

“i woulda felt better leavin’ her with kita or aran.”

you let out a snort at your husband’s statement. “over your own brother? her blood relative?”

you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.

it was the first time you’d be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you weren’t reluctant to go.

in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.

only osamu didn’t have a lot of faith in your choice.

“exactly, he’s ma brother, so ‘m the only one who understands just how much of ‘n idiot he truly is.”

“but you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he won’t half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.”

“ma’s hostin’ her book club this saturday, she can’t just drop everythin’ if tsumu’s dumbass ends up needin’ help.”

you let out a sigh. “samu, just try and relax. i’m sure everything over on his end is fine.”

____

“COURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!”

hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.

having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.

“she’s crawlin’ earlier than most babies would,” atsumu chimed proudly. “must’ve got ma athlete genes.”

sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.

“she’s really going fast! let’s time her to see how quick she can move!” hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.

“we’re supposed to be doing passing drills-“

“GREAT IDEA HINATA!” bokuto shouted.

“i give up,” the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.

atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didn’t love babies?

his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.

okay, maybe he didn’t enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!

“hey hey hey, baby miya! let’s see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!”

atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.

“awe, she’s trying to talk!” hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.

“alright, everyone,” a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.

“your coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,” iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. “i have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. we’re gonna start by-“

movement in the lower peripheral of iwa’s vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.

“…why the hell is there a baby here?”

“don’t fuckin’ curse in front’a ma niece!”

“you just- nevermind,” iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.

slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if he’d done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.

“alright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!”

before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.

“i’ll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.”

the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.

everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.

he let out a light laugh. “motor skills coming along there, i see-“

“iwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,” a voice sounded off from behind him.

iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.

there was no way…

“guess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,” oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. “that’s right, me-“

the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friend’s hold.

oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-

“since when did you have a kid?”

“tooru, this isn’t-“

“how could you keep this from me?”

“will you please just-“

“a whole child? when?”

“shittykawa just shut up-“

“STOP CURSIN’ IN FRONT’A HER!”

“-and listen to me for a second!”

oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.

the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughter’s cheek. “she doesn’t look like you.”

“wow, what an observation, it’s almost like she’s not my kid.”

“then who’s is she-“

“she’s my niece,” atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. “i’m takin’ care’a her for the weekend, which means i ain’t letting no lesser setter lay’a hand on her.”

“lesser setter?”

“oh boy,” iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldn’t let a baby be anywhere near that.

placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of “never saw ya at spring nationals” and “let’s see what your stats are, huh?” airing in the background.

“you stay right here, i’m gonna go get them to knock it off.”

standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.

sakusa grimaced. he really didn’t like babies. they were so…germy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldn’t really help that fact. it wasn’t their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.

a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the two’s attention was back on the infant.

“i know!” bokuto exclaimed. “let’s do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!”

“she’ll feel like she’s flying! like she’s a little crow!”

“or an owl!”

“you two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,” sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.

“but ki-“

“no.”

he wasn’t a fan of babies, but considering your daughter’s uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldn’t be too much longer before iwa finally decided he’d had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.

hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughter’s sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spiker’s attention.

from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

okay, maybe babies were a little cute.

[maoyunn]

truly never getting over the greatest loss streaming services caused: the disappearance of DVD special features. behind the scenes, bloopers, deleted scenes, commentaries, I will never forget you, I will never stop missing you.

[maoyunn]

When I go read a fanfic, but then see it was last updated over two years ago

[maoyunn]

Kageyama’s current concern

[maoyunn]

suna rintaro the mom's friend's son who is rarely home because hes at the boarding school.

you didnt know him that much, just the fact that hes older than you, the suna family's oldest son and plays volleyball. you barely saw him ever since he enters highschool, but your mom did update about him sometimes. "did you know rintaro went to a school in hyogo?" "heard that rintaro has a national game this week, the sunas gonna travel to hyogo to go watch him," "i talked to rintaro in the phone recently, and hes really grown up now," and you would just nod and hum, dont know what to do with that information. why was she so fond of rintaro? you dont even know.

its christmas. the suna family invited yours to a little lovely dinner, alongside with some other of their friends too. you didnt think much of it, scrolling on your phone as you walk into the sunas' home, lively chatter and laughter filling the suna household. "oh, y/n. hello," an unfamiliar voice greets, making you look up to the speaking figure. "ah, hello.." you replied hesitantly, watching a smile formed on rintaro's face. his voice were deeper than you remembered, and hes really tall. rintaro really did grew up. you shyly bowed to him, before heading towards your mother.

rintaro watches you, and he thought perhaps you dont remember how much you used to cry because you wanted him to be his boyfriend when you were 3 anymore.

rinny's note: reader doesnt remember anything (me)

[maoyunn]

anyway I'm imagining the cruel irony of one of the inarizaki kids missing their old teammates, maybe years and years down the line, maybe even after drifting apart from them or falling out of touch, so they dig their old yearbook out of the back of their closet and look at the signatures to try and relive how much they all meant to each other, and find that everyone had written, "we don't need the memories"

[maoyunn]

not lads related but wtv ..

[maoyunn]

≡;-꒰ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒔

╰┈➤ ❝ suna x afab!reader | fluffy oneshot !!

tags : pre-relationship, best friends with secretly mutual pining, teasing and banter, slight use of 'princess', there's tiny hints of angst if you squint but i promise it's fluffy and lighthearted, basically suna's kind of being a little shit but he keeps giving you butterflies in the process !!

wc : 1.2k

an : omg so my problem is that when i Write i have so much fun with it and then i Keep Writing and then it gets WAAAYY longer than i intended and UHHHH this went through a couple rewrites bc it always ended up super long omg wkjhgsk but !!!!! happy tea party day to @ryzheling !! it's meee i'm your tea buddy! :> hopefully i did rin justice AAA (also i may or may not have scoured your selfship blog a lil and i have to say i adore ryetarou sm ouu im holding them gently in the palm of my haannddddsss 🥺🥺)

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You're a little bit in love with your best friend.

Sunday, one in the afternoon. The clock ticked. It was silent and still, no words yet spoken, only quiet breaths to fill the room.

Yet… the space around you felt full.

Peaceful.

Comfortable.

You let out a long sigh as you leaned casually against the figure next to you. Suna had a leg propped up, arm draped loosely over the back of the couch. With a phone in hand, he wasn't even necessarily looking at you, only scrolling mindlessly through—but even then, the rarer moments like these were ones you cherished.

You sneaked another look at him, tilted your head up this time. Not just a glance, but something to look at him properly.

You noticed, then. In grey sweatpants and one of his plain black hoodies that you often saw him wear, his hair looked a little bit disheveled. Not fully combed over, still with a little bit of bed head… You could almost tell he'd woken up not much earlier from when he'd come over. It was a casual look—perhaps, casual being an overstatement—because he wasn't one to bother much with what he wore, especially not for a simple day over at your flat.

And you knew him.

A smile played at your lips.

You'd known him for forever, really.

Those chocolate-brown locks of his—he'd brush them slightly but never too much; sometimes wear a little bit of color, but never too much.

Effort—but never too much.

But he was kind.

He'd slipped through your door with a spare key a few minutes ago. Placed some takeout on the counter, brushed off the fact that he'd noticed your favorite dish have some kind of promotion, and he figured he'd save you that extra effort of cooking lunch.

He would send you the songs he liked, too. Other things, anything—a silly cat meme, some joke from one of the twins, or—your personal favorite—even whatever ridiculous thing he'd seen someone do just that day.

Suna was your best friend.

You'd known him forever.

And being that as it was, he too knew you like the back of his hand.

His eyes raised from his phone, one eyebrow raising with them as he looked at you.

"Kinda creepy to be stared at like that, you know."

You gave him a look.

Suna Rintarou was kind.

But sometimes, such as now, you would gladly grab a pillow from your end of the couch and throw it at his face.

"Don't flatter yourself. Your hair's a mess! I was not looking at your stupidly handsome face!"

"Hmm... So you do think I'm stupidly handsome."

Suna Rintarou was kind, and Suna Rintarou was also someone who could make anything sound like an obvious fact.

"Rin!"

Deadpan voice and perfectly blank expression be damned, you shoved the pillow right back at him, before he laughed.

And you laughed.

And with the pillow yanked away and his phone dropped back against the couch, Suna leaned in.

"Not letting that one slide. But to make it even… then you're also stupidly beautiful."

So close.

Your breath caught for a moment—and those feelings, those thoughts, the very ones you've been trying to push back for so long—

There they were.

His gaze held. Yours stayed.

A passing moment had you holding your breath, and you could feel heat rushing to your cheeks, the tips of your ears likely turning a brighter shade.

And his eyes—

You knew him. You'd known him forever. And those eyes, narrow, silvery-golden, always so telling, more than anything else about him that anyone could see…

Now, they held more emotion in this moment than you ever thought they would.

"…Rin?" you murmured.

But he only smiled.

His hand reached up, flicked your forehead—

"Ow—!"

"You gotta wipe that scowl off your face."

"Hey…!"

Your own hands moved both to rub at your forehead, but the more he spoke the more you grit your teeth at him and, in fact, scowled.

"You were having a bad day, geez. I know that look, princess." He spoke it mockingly; a pet name he used only for you, only in a particular tone that made your heart flip and your legs move to kick at him almost simultaneously. "C'mon. I don't want that frown when I'm sitting here with you."

"You weren't even paying attention to me!"

"What? So you underestimate me?"

It happened quickly.

His tone came out like a scoff, and you caught the subtle rolling of his eyes—But this time he smirked with it.

And then there was no helping the way he cornered you up against the armrest.

Eyes narrowed, lips turned up mischievously—his head tilted, and had you known better, you'd think him to be downplaying as innocent.

"I've known you since we were kids y'know," he hummed. "You bite your cheek when you want to say something. Twirl your hair when you're nervous. Fidget with your hands when you're not feeling too great."

You huffed, blew a strand of hair away from your face and glanced away.

"Buuut…" Suna, contrary to your own expectations, quietly lay his head down on your chest. "Knowing those things doesn't mean too much if I dunno how to make you feel better."

It was automatic.

Your hands slowly moved to his hair, threading through those brown locks like you've always known to do.

You've known him for forever—it should have gone to stand that he did, too.

And maybe he knew how fast your heart was beating. Maybe he could hear it—maybe he could already tell without needing to hear it, because your gaze softened and you wrapped your arm around him to hug him close.

Suna Rintarou was your best friend.

You wished that you were more.

You wished that holding him like this meant holding him in your heart, you in his, the way that more than best friends did. You wished those songs, those messages, the little things he did for you—meant more to him, too, the way that they did to you. You couldn't tell if they did. You only knew that the more you looked at him like this, the more your heart felt like it could beat right out of your ribcage—

And it was so ridiculous, you could laugh.

"Rin," you sighed, "you're so stupid."

"…-ly handso—"

You smacked his arm, reveled in the stifled yelp he let out, and laughed.

"No! You are stupid, because you should've known that you being here's enough to make me happy!"

A pause.

"Yeah?"

"…Yeah."

"Cool. Goes both ways, then."

He shifted slightly then, gaze meeting yours. There was something like a tease in there still—the smirk never left, enough for you to huff and look away.

And then he moved up, closer still—

In the next second, your face bloomed into all the shades of red coalesced into one.

A kiss on your forehead.

Soft, and sweet, and gentle…

Then back into your embrace, legs tangled, close enough that you could smell the faint scent of his cologne on his hoodie.

Suna Rintarou was your best friend—

You wanted more, but at the same time, you snuggled close, and— This was enough.

"Go pick one of those cheesy movies you like," he mumbled, muffled. "You're the princess today. Just hope I stay through it without complaining."

"You never do, Rin."

"…Mm, yeah. Heh. You're right."

This time it was you who placed a kiss into his hair, and with a giddy smile, you reached for the remote.

Sunday, one in the afternoon.

Serendipity starts playing on the screen.

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[maoyunn]

>>> summary: in which atsumu doesn’t believe in ghosts and is dared by osamu to prove it

>>> featuring: the miya twins, suna and aran

>>> short crack fic, lol, not meant to be taken seriously whatsoever

“This is the stupidest fuckin’ idea you’ve ever had,” Aran muttered as he watched Atsumu squeeze through the gap in the oxidized gate, the metal groaning under his weight.

“Says the guy who’s literally following us,” Suna deadpanned, slipping through next with an ease that made Atsumu’s struggle look pathetic.

Osamu went third, shaking his head at his twin who was now brushing off his jacket like he hadn’t just crawled through a hole in a fence. “You’re such a princess, ’Tsumu.”

“This jacket was expensive!” Atsumu protested, then immediately lowered his voice when it echoed off the abandoned building in front of them. “And I’m not a princess.”

Aran squeezed through last, his broad shoulders making it a tight fit. “I can’t believe I let you idiots drag me into this. My mom’s gonna kill me if she finds out I’m trespassing.”

“Technically,” Atsumu grinned, pulling out his phone and turning on the flashlight, “It’s not trespassing if nobody owns it anymore.”

Aran threw him a withering look, but followed suit with his own phone light.

The four beams cut through the darkness as they approached the looming silhouette of the establishment. Half the roof had caved in, and blackened timber jutted out at odd angles.

“… why are we doing this anyway?” Suna — who had agreed to hanging out without the slightest bit of context and then chosen to stay for his own amusement —asked, stepping over a chunk of concrete.

“Because ‘Tsumu said ghosts aren’t real and I said they were, and then Aran said we were both idiots—” Osamu started.

“I stand by that statement,” Aran interrupted.

“—and then somehow that turned into this brilliant idea to prove it,” he finished with heavy sarcasm.

“Look, all I’m sayin’ is that if ghosts were real, don’t you think there’d be better evidence than some grainy pics on some sketchy ass sites?” Atsumu argued, squinting at his phone screen as he walked.

“Maybe they only appear to people with functioning brain cells. That would explain why you’ve never seen one,”

“Hey!”

“Oh shit,” Suna suddenly stopped, staring at his phone. “My battery’s at like 8%.“

“What happens when we’re all stumbling around in the dark?” Aran muttered.

“We die horribly and become the ghosts we came looking for.”

“Not helping.”

Atsumu was still focused on his phone, thumb scrolling rapidly. “Okay, so I Googled this place. Says here it burned down in 2004 after some electrical fire up in the chemistry lab. Three people were hospitalized for smoke inhalation but nobody died.”

“Boring,” Suna commented.

Osamu hummed in agreement.

They continued walking until they reached the main entrance—or what was left of it. The double doors hung off their hinges, and the glass was either cracked or completely shattered. Atsumu immediately positioned himself between Osamu and Aran.

“Subtle,”

“What?” Atsumu said defensively.

“You. Hiding behind us like a scared little kid,” Suna observed, phone camera already recording.

“I am not scared! I’m just… cautious of the building being literally on its last few blocks. There’s a difference.”

Osamu patted his twin’s shoulder mockingly. “Why don’t you go first then?”

“I will. I just… need to mentally prepare myself.”

“For what? The ghosts you don’t believe in?”

Atsumu glared.

The four of them stepped carefully through the entrance, their phone lights revealing a lobby area covered in debris and graffiti. Water damage had left dark stains creeping up the walls like fingers, and the smell of mold filled their nostrils.

“This place is nasty,” Aran commented, stepping around a puddle of questionable liquid.

Suna agreed, panning his phone camera around.

Osamu let out a low whistle. “Perfect for ‘Tsumu’s first paranormal investigation.”

“I told you, I don’t believe in—“ Atsumu interrupted himself, shifting uncomfortably.

…

“uh… I kinda need to pee.”

Dead silence.

“Are you serious right now?”

“Just hold it,” Aran said firmly. “We’re not staying here long enough for bathroom breaks.”

“But I—”

“Hold. It.”

They continued deeper into the building, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. Atsumu had gone uncharacteristically quiet, his usual chatter replaced by nervous silence.

“This is weird,” Osamu said suddenly, breaking the silence.

“What’s weird-“ Atsumu started to respond, but Osamu quickly jabbed him in the side with his index finger, causing Atsumu to shriek and jump, nearly dropping his phone. The sound echoed through the empty building, and all four of them froze.

“Samu!” Atsumu whisper-yelled, clutching his side. “Don’t fucking do that!”

Osamu grinned, not looking sorry at all. He turned to Suna. “Please tell me you got that,”

A thumbs up.

They reached a long hallway that disappeared into darkness beyond their phone lights.

All three boys immediately turned to look at Aran.

“Oh, hell no,” Aran said immediately. “I see what you’re doing, and the answer is no.”

“Come on,” Atsumu wheedled. “You’re the oldest.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“And the most responsible,” Osamu added.

“And the bravest,” Suna concluded.

“I didn’t even want to be here! This was y’all’s stupid idea! You go first!” Aran protested.

More silence.

Then, surprisingly, Atsumu stepped forward.

“Fine. I’ll do it.”

He started walking down the hallway, and for once in his life, Atsumu Miya was completely silent. His footsteps were careful and measured, his phone light sweeping back and forth.

“Want me to hold your hand?” Suna broke the silence.

“That’s gay,” Atsumu shot back without turning around. “I’m not gay.”

“Nobody said you were, but thanks for clarifying,” Osamu deadpanned.

They followed slowly behind him, their lights creating a small bubble of visibility in the darkness. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, lined with empty doorways that gaped like open mouths.

Suddenly, Osamu stopped in his tracks.

…

“Did you hear that?”

“Hear what?” Aran asked, immediately on alert.

“…I thought I heard something. Like footsteps.”

Aran raised his phone, shining the light toward the end of the hallway. Nothing.

“I don’t see anything,” he said, but his voice was tense.

“I swear I just fucking saw something—” Osamu started.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Atsumu spun around, his face pale in the phone light. “That’s not funny! Stop trying to scare me!”

“I’m not trying to scare you, stupid! I actually—”

“You’re just messing with me because I said ghosts aren’t real!”

“Both of you shut the fuck up,” Aran hissed. “You’re being too loud.”

…

That’s when they heard it.

A distinct scraping sound, like something being dragged across the floor. It came from somewhere ahead of them in the darkness. All four of them froze.

Then there was a crash, like something heavy falling over.

“DUDE!”

“FUCK THIS!”

“OH HELL NO!”

“SHITSHITSHIT!”

They ran through the building like their lives depended on it, phone lights bouncing wildly as they stumbled over debris and nearly crashed into walls. Atsumu was in the lead now, his earlier need for bathroom breaks apparently forgotten in favor of pure survival instinct.

They burst through the entrance, squeezed through the gate in record time, and didn’t stop running until they were three blocks away, doubled over and gasping for breath under a streetlight.

“What…” Aran panted, “the fuck… was that?”

“A cat or something,” Suna said, finally lowering his phone. His battery was at 3%. “Or the building settling.”

“That was not a fucking cat!” Atsumu protested.

“Could’ve been a really big cat,” Osamu heaved.

“Or it could’ve been a ghost.”

“Don’t,” Aran warned.

“I’m just saying, for someone who doesn’t believe in ghosts, you sure ran pretty fast back there, ’Tsumu.”

“And I still don’t believe in ghosts.”

“The video says otherwise,” Suna held up his phone.

“You better not post that anywhere.”

“Oh, this is definitely going in the group chat. Maybe TikTok.”

“SUNA!”

“Swear it caught you peeing yourself and everything.”

“I did not piss myself.”

“…Did you though?” Osamu asked with genuine curiosity.

“NO!”

Aran just shook his head, “I’m never letting you idiots talk me into anything ever again.”

But even as they argued and bickered their way back to the train station, none of them could quite shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, they hadn’t been alone in that building after all.

…

“I heard the old hospital across town is haunted too.” Suna said casually.

Three voices answered in unison: “FUCK NO.”