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its either this or nothing

01. video call ˏˋ°•*⁀➷✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

long distance series | prev.

you: i’m home

you had barely sunk into your couch after a really long day in college when you sent suna that really short message. then suddenly–

RIIIINNGGG

one second. that was just it. it only took one second before your phone loudly buzzed with an incoming video call from him. ‘he didn't even give me time to breathe, damn’ you thought to yourself but nevertheless, you picked it up.

“rin, i literally just got home.” you laughed. that was the first thing you said to him, not even bothering him with saying a hello or any other proper greetings you could think of.

“great. now let me talk.” he said, unbothered. typical suna. typical of him to hold whatever he wanted to say the entire day just waiting for you.

that’s suna rintarou for you. suna, the guy who would play it cool and be nonchalant with everyone else but when it came to you? he would melt.

he always needed to hear your voice the moment you’re safe and sound inside your home like he can't live for another second not knowing that you're okay. he’s the man who would always get grumpy (but in a soft way) when you forget to message him as soon as you reach home. he always said it’s about your safety (which is true!) but you know a part of him just likes knowing exactly where you are.

you used to tease him about it, calling him clingy and obsessive, but it's all just a joke really. you found it cute and endearing instead— the way his concern was always quiet and steady. it somehow reminded you of the sea on the early rise of the morning.

suna had dove into his debrief immediately on your call, saving it all day just waiting for you to arrive home just to share it with you.

“so this morning, i had a breakfast sandwich with that coffee you always talk about? i hate to admit it, but it was actually really good i can't believe you never let me try that out before.”

“excuse you, i did! you refuse every time i offered because you always stick to fruit juices like a little kid!”

“fair,” he chuckled. “anyway, i totally knocked out during the whole train ride to tokyo. got to the hotel, unpacked... then took another nap.”

“you could sleep literally anywhere at anytime, that's crazy.”

“it's a talent. yeah, go ahead and be jealous about it. i know you still love me.” he said proudly with a lazy grin on his face, earning a scoff out of you. then he continued.

“we had dinner at this really nice place. really great restaurant—food was insane. i swear, i’m bringing you there if we visit. you'll love it. oh and -wait- yeah, bought you some phone charms too. they reminded me of you.”

“awee, how sweet of you to think of me while you're off living your best life.”

“of course. you're always on my mind, you idiot.”

and that’s just how the two of you always were in this long distance relationship. small updates and endless teasing that kept you both steady miles apart it felt like distance couldn't even stand a chance. distance or not, you were the only person suna could share everything with. whether it be late-night cravings or earphones at the bus ride, or whispered secrets under bedsheets, unspoken fears in the dark, or even the kind of silence that said more than words ever could, suna had always talked and shared about it to you more than anyone else he could.

because at the end of the day, no matter where he went or how far he traveled, it was you. it’s always been you.

the one he trusted most. the one he kept coming back to.

suna's voice was low and soothing, filling the tranquility of your apartment like background music as you moved around. you head to your bathroom to cool off after a long day and placed your phone on the sink. you hummed every time in response as he talked on and on, your fingers already unbuttoning your blouse.

he continued talking but the moment you took your blouse off and revealed your camisole underneath, there was a pause. the sound of his breathing shifted slightly.

you noticed his silence.

“rin?”

“someone’s giving me a show i just have to watch right now,” he murmured, voice dropping half an octave. “you look so good.”

you smirked, glancing at the screen where his face filled the frame, eyes hooded and lips twitching like he was trying very hard not to grin too wide. he looked so funny you had to hold in your laugh just so you could tease him.

“focus. you said komori was—?”

“y/n.”

“yeah?”

“i miss you.”

you shook your head, chuckling softly. “you just missed seeing my body.”

“i miss your everything,” he murmured so softly it made your heart squeeze a little.

suna was never one to say his feelings out loud, doing it so rarely often. back when you were still together without the long distance arrangement, he let his actions speak for him. holding your hand a little tighter on rough days, sliding your favorite snack onto your desk without a word, resting his head on your shoulder when he was too tired to talk. that was his way of loving.

but maybe the years and the distance between you now had changed something in him. it softened his edges. maybe silence, this time, wasn’t enough. so him saying that in such a soft tone did make your heart squeeze a little.

you exited your bathroom after finishing up and settled onto the edge of your bed, still in view of the camera.

“you’re being soft.”

“for you? always.”

his voice was vulnerable. raw in that way reserved only for you. honest. unfiltered. soft that made the miles bearable, even when the aches of distance lingered heavy in your chest.

“come visit soon,” you whispered.

“i wish i was there right now,” he replied, resting his head against the hotel headboard. “i’d be lying on your bed. using your blankets. making you share your snacks.”

“more like stealing. and don't forget, you'd be hogging both the pillows and my side of the bed.”

“exactly.”

the call lingered on even as neither of you spoke for a while. only the sounds of your breathing and his quiet hums filling the silence between you two.

it wasn’t the same as having him next to you. but for tonight, this shared connection? it was enough for the both of you.

a/n: i hc suna becoming somewhat a yapper with someone he likes. when he puts his walls down, he just lets it all out. i also hc he likes fruit juices a lot because they taste the same as chuupet ice pops. also, if you reached till the end, tysm for reading 😚✨️. again, feel free to comment down if you'd like to be part of the taglist!

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​when you’re mad and he send you this as an apology because Satoru knew you love cats and Megumi

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this is so cute hagsgsgahgah

When you first got together with Atsumu you hesitated in telling your brother. After all, they were both setters. And they were both assholes in their own rights. You had no qualms telling friends or other family members. But…starting that conversation with Tōru? You could already feel that some overdramatic, headache inducing situation would happen. Or conversation. Probably both…definitely both.

A few weeks later you realized you needed to tell him though because he almost barged in on you and Atsumu. Having to sneak your boyfriend out of your own apartment was ridiculous. …And mostly funny. Watching Atsumu struggle to fit through your window then trip when he finally got out was honestly kind of worth it. But it was still a sign you needed to rip the band-aid off with Tōru.

…Except the day you decided to tell him went horribly. You’d planned it all out. Tōru was flying in and arriving tomorrow morning. You’d pick him up, go visit your parents for a bit then come back to your apartment. Later you’d order dinner and tell him the news while eating. Iwaizumi planned to come over and keep Tōru’s dramatic reactions in line too, and also in case any ‘fighting’ broke out. Then before Tōru could really object to who your boyfriend was, and the fact that you even had one, a knock would come on the door. Atsumu would arrive and hopefully everything would go smoothly from there!

…That was not how it went. At all.

In hindsight maybe your plan was a bit underdeveloped, a touch too optimistic. It wasn’t like you even got the chance to see how it went though!

You’d woken up to your alarm and a heavy arm thrown around your waist that tightened at the disturbance.

“Shut yer’ alarm babe, ‘s too loud.” ‘Tsumu’s raspy voice filled your hearing and you obliged, blindly slapping at your nightstand until it shut up. Atsumu had stayed the night on the promise he’d be gone from the apartment before you got back with your brother. The two of you laid there for another ten minutes before you pried your boyfriend’s death grip away. He whined when you stood up and tried following after you. His arms wrapped around your waist and dragged you back with a yelp.

“I need to get ready, ‘Tsum.” You sighed but your voice lacked any heat.

“Nmmm mmm.” He replied though his voice was muffled in your shoulder. You snorted and reached back, brushing a hand through his rowdy bed hair.

“I can’t stay unless you wanna meet my brother in a bad mood. He’d probably kill me then you if I didn’t pick him up from the airport.”

Atsumu finally lifted his head from your back, huffing against your neck instead. You twitched and swatted at him but he only chuckled before pressing a kiss below your ear.

“Let him walk back, ya mentioned once that you wanted to pay him back for forgetting you in Argentina that one time.”

The corners of your lips twitched with a smile. “I already got him back for that.”

“Oh. Lame, pay him back again then. Duh.”

You rolled your eyes and moved to pry Atsumu’s arms from your waist. When they didn’t budge you huffed, turning your head to glare at him. He’d managed to wrap himself completely around you, sleepy face tucked into your neck. “Babe.”

“Hm?” He peaked an eye open with a questioning look in his gaze. The smirk slowly building on his face was a dead giveaway he knew what you wanted though.

“I have to get up.”

“Do you?”

“Yes!” You huffed again.

“Mm no, just stay here. Pay him back, remember?”

“I already— aah!” You yelped, clinging to strong arms as the world suddenly spun. A soft breath left you as landed on the bed on your back, heavy legs and a heavy body tangled with your own. You blinked back into focus and found Atsumu grinning down at you.

“‘Tsum! You damn brute, don’t take advantage of my baby strength!” You exclaimed with narrowed eyes. The boyish grin on his lips grew and he leaned down, pecking kisses all over your face.

“It ain’t taking advantage if I’m just naturally stronger than ya babe.”

“That’s literally the definition, idiot!” You swatted him on the back of his head and he laughed. Atsumu relaxed further into you after that and you sighed, accepting your position. It was practically impossible to pry him off when he got in one of his clingy morning moods. Which normally weren’t a bad thing. Unless you had plans.

The two of you laid there for a few more minutes when a lightbulb went off in your head. You needed to take advantage of your position to defeat him. It was the only way.

When Atsumu snuggled further into you, pressing his face fully into your collarbone, you had the perfect opportunity. Slowly, unsuspiciously, you twisted in his hold. You placed a chaste kiss on the side of his head and he hummed, hugging you tighter. Then you turned your head to the right more and harshly blew into his ear. Atsumu yelped, yipping and jolting away from you, unintentionally rolling off the bed.

A laugh burst from your chest at the thud that followed and you started giggling as you sat up. A minute later he perked back up, glaring at you with half his face covered by the bed. He reminded you of one of those groundhog peeking out from its borrow.

“Babe! I told ya not to do that!” He whined, shaking his head like a dog. You snorted, breaking into another round of laughter as he started violently shaking his head.

After a few moments he settled then looked up to you. Your laughs died down at the mischief brewing behind his eyes and a sudden instinct to run built in your chest. “W—wait! Don’t do this babe!”

“Ya brought it on yourself!” He replied and you yelped, barely dodging when he launched himself on the bed. Your feet landed on the floor with a thud and you mentally sent a prayer that you weren’t an upstairs neighbor. You heard Atsumu shift behind you though and you quickly ran to the bedroom door. Seconds after you managed to unlock and open it, a pair of footsteps landed behind you. A hand brushed against your elbow and you squealed, throwing the door open.

You were slightly terrified as you sprinted down the hall, a pair of heavy footsteps following after you.

“C’mere, woman!”

“No way!” You exclaimed, screaming when one of your pillows flew past your head. You rushed past the kitchen into the living room, slightly panting by now before you turned dramatically once you reached the middle of the room. You caught sight of the culprit who barely slid to a stop on the other side of the room. “Did you seriously throw my favorite pillow at me?!”

“I was tryin’ to hit your ankles!” He exclaimed and you scoffed.

“So much for one of the greatest setters of the monster generation. Trash aim, babe.” You taunted, heart skipping a beat at the incredulous expression that rose on Atsumu’s face. He was far too easy to rile up. So cute.

“Oi, take that back!” He shouted and you yelped, scampering for the couch when he rushed at you. He didn’t stop though, even when you started leading him on a around-the-rosey sprint around the couch. Admist all the noise you two were causing the two of you completely missed the sound of jangling keys. Nor the turning of a lock, the sigh of an exasperated voice and a familiar haughty laugh.

“Quit laughin’ baby, it ain’t gonna be funny when I catch you!”

“Never! Your aim sucks, how’d you manage to get it closer to my head when you were aiming for my an—kyah!” You screamed, giggles bubbling out of your throat as you were abruptly grabbed around the waist. Atsumu lifted you in the air, even when you started kicking and squirming. “No no! Don’t eat me! Please mister monster I don’t wanna die! Babe, babe wait!”

“Nah no way. I’m gonna gobble ya up woman. This is what ya deserve for trickin’ me!” Your scream echoed across the apartment as he slammed you into the couch. Atsumu followed suit, towering over you and pinning your arms when you tried escaping. “Where ya going, baby?”

The sound of metal suddenly hitting the floor followed by a dramatic gasp scared the both of you. You both flinched, heads snapping towards the sounds. Your face blanched as you met the disbelieving eyes of your older brother. Shit.

“T—Tōru!” Atsumu’s body stiffened above yours and you immediately felt his soul leave his body.

“Iwa-chan, call the cops! Miya, that arrogant, ugly, second-grade, wannabe setter is trying to kill and eat my baby sister!”

“Oi! I ain’t second-grade!” Atsumu shouted and immediately sat up, gently pulling you up too. He turned to you abruptly, disbelief in his eyes. “Baby why didn’t ya tell me your brother’s Oikawa Tōru?!”

You blinked up at your boyfriend, who was staring back so earnestly in shock. Then your own disbelief bloomed in your chest, along with a touch of irritation. “My surname is Oikawa! And I’ve been saying his name the past few weeks! You seriously didn’t put together those two things?!”

Atsumu’s eyebrows raised like he was personally offended. “How was I supposed to know?!”

“By using your brain, babe!” You replied, slapping his arm. “How many Oikawa Tōru’s are there that play volleyball! And that are setters!”

“I dunno, maybe there’s another one! Ya can never be super sure!”

“Another? That’s—!”

“Excuse me! What did you just say?! Baby? You called her baby?! And you called him that—that gross pet name too?!”

The two of you stopped arguing for a moment, turning back to the voice. You swallowed as you stared at your brother’s horrified face before your eyes trailed over to the man behind him. Hajime was there, arms crossed with an unimpressed look on his face.

“Don’t look at me. I texted you last night that his flight got moved up. Last night. I warned you.”

…So your plan had not gone how you wanted. In fact, the first meeting between your boyfriend and brother ended up with them chasing each other around your apartment. After all, Tōru had barged in on you and Atsumu play fighting.

Well, to him it looked like Atsumu was trying to kill and eat you. So you couldn’t blame him for being mad. Which is why you didn’t completely object when he started chasing Atsumu, who yelled indignantly about your betrayal. Tōru chasing ‘Tsum was better than him calling the police though.

Which is the average response to dropping by your sister’s apartment only to find a tall man chasing her around the couch before slamming her onto it. Then threatening to eat her.

Not to mention a man that was very much one of his rivals…

[mliuon]

paste ur ship

[mliuon]

Cherry Smoke — Suna Rintarou

Fuck around and find out (quite literally). Y/n meets a random guy at a random bar and has a one night stand with him that will soon evolve into a friends with benefits kind of relationship. Though feelings are involved, because they always are.

status: on going

pairing: suna rintarou x reader

cw: mdni, fem!reader, kinda nerd!suna, fwb (no explicit smut), suggestive, lowkey obsessed suna, smoking and drinking, college au, commitment issues, characters probably ooc, jealousy, situationship, do not mind the timestamps, happy ending

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• • •

chapters:

0.5 – meet the characters !

1 – a win is a win

2 – one time thing

3 – weird sexual tension

4 – not my type

5 – sleepover

6 – repay me in nature

7 – reward

8 – not that close

9 – toothbrushes

10 – meet me outside 🍒

11 – beautiful wife

12 – call me

13 – déjà vu

14 – pissing me off

15 – this is different 🍒

16 – for the plot

17 – lame joke

18 – for now

19 – ...

[mliuon]

Peak fan service in anime was when Furudate gave Oikawa glasses and made him analyze Karasuno vs Shiratorizawa while Iwaizumi sat there in casual clothes calling him a shitty person.

[mliuon]

Hiii can I request for haikyuu boys as your bodyguard au?? 😫 ( Oikawa, Kuroo, Atsumu, Bokuto )

──★ ˙🧷 ̟ !!

ᡣ𐭩 ft: oikawa tooru, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, bokuto kotarou

ᡣ𐭩 notes: i once also had this idea for a one-shot but i couldn’t decide which character to give it to, so it ended up getting scrapped 🥹 but hypothetically speaking, if this were to turn into a one-shot… which one of these boys would be your pick? 👀

ᡣ𐭩 cw: bodyguard au, f!reader, fluff <33 playful tension/banter

౨ৎ OIKAWA TOORU ᰋ the charming bodyguard who flirts like it’s part of the job (it’s not)

✦ always dressed in sleek black — tailored suits with hidden holsters. tactical, but make it ✨editorial✨

✦ “… so you sure you’re not purposefully getting into danger just to spend more time with me?” — he knows he’s goodlooking which is exactly the reason why his ego is permanently sky high… he’s almost too confident that you get yourself into risky situations just to have him around more.

✦ calls you ‘princess’ or ‘boss’ depending on his mood. the dynamic between you two was never super strict, or fully professional… and maybe that’s why the tension’s gotten so blurry.

✦ casually blocks other men from getting too close to you with just an arm and a fake, practiced smile. he hates it when they get too friendly or cozy with you. he won’t say anything about it, but you could feel the shift in his energy almost immediately.

✦ goes quiet when you’re even slightly hurt :( holds your wrist delicately. “… you literally scared me,” he mutters under his breath.

“… and i hate being scared.”

──★

౨ৎ KUROO TETSUROU ᰋ the composed bodyguard who swore he wouldn’t fall for you (he already has)

✦ always two steps behind you, watching everything carefully. he’s one of the best. there were plenty of clients who wanted him as their bodyguard but for some reason, he’s only dedicated to you. he turned down every other job without a second thought

✦ speaks in low commands: “… stay close.” “be extra careful when i’m not around.”

✦ he doesn’t outwardly flirt, but somehow, everything he says sounds like it anyway. there’s always a flirty edge to his voice — even when he’s being completely serious

✦ someone grabs your arm — your failed blind date, the one your parents set you up with and it’s over. he reacts without thinking — slams the guy so hard into the nearest wall that the sound echoes.

“… you think you can touch her!!??” his voice is low, furious — sharp with quiet rage. and even then, he’s still staring at him like he’s ready to go back and finish the job.

✦ only softens when the two of you are alone. “shit… i’m here to protect you… not fall for you.”

well too bad …he’s already failed miserably.

──★

౨ৎ ATSUMU MIYA ᰋ the cocky bodyguard who jokes too much… until someone disrespects you

✦ black aviators, a coiled acoustic tube earpiece, and a cocky smirk — he looked like he walked straight out of a hollywood action movie

✦ “look, i’m just sayin’ — if ya get kidnapped, i’m not doing all that unnecessary paperwork...” the two of you have a nonstop back-and-forth banter, constantly “arguing” over the stupidest things like you’re in your own sitcom.

✦ but when things do get serious??? he’s terrifyingly efficient. one time, someone disrespected you in front of him and he immediately stepped in without hesitation.

“ya got five seconds to walk away before i make ya regret openin’ yer damn mouth...”

✦ always calls you ‘annoying’ but will knock a guy out for looking in your direction a little too long

✦ once, you said you wanted to be alone. he immediately laughed and muttered, “over my dead body, sweetheart.”

you thought it was a joke. it wasn’t.

──★

౨ৎ BOKUTO KOTARO ᰋ the golden-retriever bodyguard who’ll protect you with his whole chest

✦ overall, he gives off golden retriever energy — but he’s still a trained weapon when needed. he’s super muscular and built like a wall, so most people don’t even think about messing with you when they see him around

✦ “don’t worry!! i’ll keep you safe no matter what!!!” he always speaks like he’s yelling, but that’s just his default setting 😭

✦ he once got emotional when you bought him something for his birthday. “… t-this is for me???” and he smiled so wide you could’ve swore your heart almost gave out.

✦ surprisingly good at reading your emotions — he always knows when you’re nervous, when to step closer, and when to quietly give you space.

✦ tackled someone on instinct once because they raised their voice at you. he doesn’t tolerate disrespect especially when it comes to you.

© itoshiierae 2025 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ please do not modify or repost my content onto any other platforms.

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the monster's gone, he's on the run and your daddy's here...

(I get so emotional about dadjo plss I will go reread all fics)

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KPOP DEMON HUNTERS (2025) + TUMBLR REACTIONS

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My Fav Shoujo-Josei Manga Recommendation

Currently, I've indulged myself in Korean manhwa/webtoon, so I decided to go back and read some Japanese manga for a change. And I highly recommend checking them out since these are some of my favorites. Most of them are pretty new, and it wasn't that long before they started serializing in various shoujo/josei magazines.

(Some of them are ongoing, and some have come to completion)

Veil Museru Kurai no Ai o Ageru (Choking on Love)

Firefly Wedding (Hotaru no Yomeiri) Kimi no Yokogao wo Miteita (Looking at Your Profile)

Nijuu to Seijuu (20 and The Beast) Fundari, Kettari, Aishitari

Damenzukon Kono Kekkonha Out Desuka (Getting Married To a Good-For-Nothing -Would This Marriage Work?) Hananoi-kun to Koi no Yamai (A Condition Called Love)

Unmei no Hito ni Deau Hanashi (How I Met My Soulmate) Shujinkou Nikki (Heroine's Love Diary)

Tonari no Stella (Stella Next To Me) Hikaeme ni Itte mo, Kore wa Ai (Love, That's an Understatement)

Kawaii Nante Kiitenai!! (You're My Cutie) Futarijime Romantic

Kimi to Barairo no Hibi Uruwashi no Yoi no Tsuki (In the Clear Moonlit Dusk)

Higashi Sengoku-san no Make-up Doll (Make Up For You) Isso Anata ga Todome wo Sashite

Gomen ne, Hatsukoi (I'm sorry, First Love) Kekkon Yoteibi (Date of Marriage)

Chorokute Kawaii Kimi ga Suki (I love you, my naive sweetheart!) Narita-kun wo Semetai!!

Dose Koi Shite Shimaunda (Anyway, I'm Falling in Love With You) Studio Cabana

A Sign of Affection (Yubisaki to Renren) Yakuza Fiancé: Raise wa Tanin ga Ii (I'd Prefer It If We're Strangers in Our Next Life)

Anata ga shitekurenakute mo (Even if you don't do it) It Takes More than a Pretty Face to Fall in Love (Kao Dake ja Suki ni Narimasen)

Moekare wa Orenji-iro (My Boyfriend in Orange) Na no ni, Chigira-kun ga Amasugiru (And Yet, You Are So Sweet)

Hayaku Shitai Futari (Let's do it already) Daifuku-chan to Ouji-sama (Daifuku-chan and the Prince)

Koiseyo Mayakashi Tenshi-domo (Fall in Love False Angels) Killing Line

Rinko-chan to Himosugara Koi Wazurai no Ellie (Lovesick Ellie)

Pink to Habanero (Pink and Habanero) Honey Lemon Soda

Loving Yamada at Lv999 (Yamada-kun to Lv999 no Koi wo Suru) The Ice Guy and His Cool Female Colleague

Kusuriya no Hitorigoto (The Apothecary Diaries) Skip and Loafer

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Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he first saw you in the crowd of Oikawa’s fangirls, knew he wouldn’t have a chance– not when you were into Oikawa. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stared in shock when you separated from the gaggle of fangirls and headed over to him, shyly handing him an envelope, and a cold bottle of water. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who stumbled and stammered over his words, but nevertheless was able to mutter out a thank you. He replayed the smile you gave him that day over and over again. It became a problem when he got distracted during practice and got hit by the ball.

Iwaizumi Hajime, who, when he saw you again, was determined to not ruin this chance and struck up conversation, leading to him walking you to class, which eventually became routine. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who didn’t bother correcting Matsukawa and Hanamaki when they teased him about his crush on you, and only muttered a small “soon”, when they asked him if you were his girlfriend. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who confessed to you right before a match, and got your response at the end of it, with a kiss on the cheek and a cold bottle of water next to him. He had frozen in place, and ignored all the teasing the team and his friends were giving, only focused on the shy smile on your face and the blush that spread on your face, unaware of the same blush and smile on his face. 

Iwaizumi Hajime, who waits for you at the end of the aisle years later with a watery smile, and eyes full of love. 

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shoko is a converse girlie

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𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⋆˙⟡

miya atsumu x f!reader

you go on a date with a guy in your major. meanwhile, atsumu finds himself increasingly upset about it.

part six of the in close quarters series, a friends-to-lovers college AU featuring you, atsumu, and the ten months you spend living together senior year.

"Y/N, have ya seen my knee pads?" Atsumu shouted thirty minutes before he was expected to be at volleyball practice.

"What?" you shouted back from across the apartment. Atsumu scrubbed his hair out in frustration.

"My knee pads!" he repeated, a little louder this time. "Have ya seen 'em?"

After an excruciatingly long second, you responded, "No, I haven't seen your note pad! What does it look like?"

"For god's sake," he murmured, storming across the apartment and barging through your open bedroom door. "I said — "

The words died on his lips when he caught sight of you.

You glanced up at him from your small desktop mirror, a tube of lipstick in one hand and a facial tissue in the other. You were dressed in a burgundy baby doll dress with ruffled sleeves, and your hair fell around your shoulders in gentle waves.

"Sorry, what did you say?" you asked innocently, clicking the tube shut and turning to face him. Upon seeing his frazzled expression, you asked, "What? Do I have lipstick on my teeth?"

Atsumu blinked once. Twice. It was as if the tiny person at the control panel in his brain had died.

"M-My knee pads. I can't find 'em anywhere," he managed after a while. Then, because he was flustered and incredibly stupid, "Ya goin' to church or somethin'?"

"On a Tuesday?" you retorted, fixing your lipstick in the mirror. "No, but I am going to dinner with this guy from my world lit class."

"I'm sorry — what?"

"I thought I told you."

"Uh, no ya didn't."

"I definitely did," you argued, plunking your lipstick into the nicest purse you owned. "We were sitting on the couch yesterday watching The Bachelor — "

"Well, see, that was yer first mistake. Ya know I lock in on Bachelor Mondays." He perched his hands on his hips. "What's this guy's name?"

"Jun."

"Like the month?"

"Phonetically speaking, yes," you said amusedly. "We got into this heated debate about The Paper Menagerie and its take on familial relationships, and he pulled me aside after class and asked if I'd like to do it again sometime."

"So he asked ya out?"

You nodded. "We're going to grab drunken noodles and ice cream, which will probably fuck up my digestive system for the next two days, but I don't care."

Atsumu didn't know what bothered him more — the fact that you got all dolled up for this guy, or the fact that he had no fucking clue what The Paper Menagerie was.

Either way, he shouldn't have been so surprised. You were pretty. Smart. Way too smart. Someone was bound to notice.

He just didn't know you'd be equally as interested.

"Besides, now that you're back at volleyball practice twice a week, I no longer have anyone to hang out with," you pointed out. "How are you feeling about your first day back?"

He shrugged noncommittally. "Fine. I'ma treat it like any other day. Go to practice, run my drills. Grab my green smoothie from Sip Happens."

"Love Sip Happens," you reassured him. A soft smile blossomed across your features. "I'm really proud of you, by the way."

He scoffed. "Why?"

"Because," you said, as if it should have been obvious. "Because you went through the shittiest break-up imaginable. So much so that you had to take a volleyball sabbatical and hang out with me for a whole month. But you dealt with it."

"Right," Atsumu breathed, shaking his head. That's what he should have been bothered by. His break-up with Akemi. His back-stabbing best friend. His month-long hiatus from the sport he loved.

Though, if he were being completely honest, he was getting better at recognizing the past for what it was. In fact, the more time he spent here with you — watching The Bachelor, eating dinner together, distracting you while you wrote — the less he ached for the life he once had. The more prepared he felt to step back on the court and prove himself worthy of being there.

He wouldn't admit that to you, though. Instead, he opted for the safer truth.

"I couldn't have done it without ya."

You frowned at the sudden sincerity in his voice, the emotion it stirred within you.

"Alright, get outta here," Atsumu said, jerking his chin towards your bedroom door. "Go talk about paper menageries or foreign films or whatever the hell y'all English majors like to yap about." Without thinking, he added, "But if he tries anything, I will break his face."

"Oh, I'm sure you will," you chuckled, slinging your purse over a shoulder and following him out. "By the way, you knee pads are in your gym bag already. I found them in the laundry room."

"Thanks, Y/N. Yer a lifesaver."

"I know," you said sweetly before closing the front door.

Sure enough, when Atsumu unzipped his gym bag, his knee pads were there, tucked safely inside. And beside them? A pack of blue raspberry sour straws. His favorite.

He peeled off the yellow sticky note you'd left on the packaging.

Good luck on your first day back! ♡

Sucking in a sharp breath, Atsumu tilted his head towards the ceiling, massaged the inner corners of his eyes, and tried not to tear up.

It had been a long time since you'd gone on a date.

It was strange — being wanted like that. Putting so much effort into your appearance for someone you barely knew. In fact, as you'd pulled the dress from the back of your closet and applied a little more makeup than usual, you couldn't distinguish the feeling in your stomach as butterflies or plain, old-fashioned anxiety.

Not to mention the look on Atsumu's face when he'd seen you — it was as if you'd grown a second head. Did he find your dress too frilly? Your blush too over-the-top? Did he think you completely pathetic for trying so hard?

"Earth to Y/N," Jun droned, waving his chopsticks in an attempt to get your attention.

"Yes!" you piped up, the clamoring sounds of the Thai restaurant flooding back into your senses. Across the table, Jun looked at you expectantly.

"Sorry," you apologized, dabbing the corners of your mouth with a napkin. "What did you ask me again?"

Your date sat back in his chair and took a swig of his sake. "I asked you what you've been writing recently."

"Right," you nodded. "Well, I just started outlining my creative writing honors thesis, and I think I'm going with my tell-tale genre."

"Which is?"

You poked your half-eaten drunken noodles with your chopsticks and debated your response.

"...smutty romantic comedy?"

"Wow," Jun chuckled into his ochoko cup. "I did not take you for a smutty romantic comedy kind of girl."

You shot him a bemused smile. "What does that mean?"

"Well, based off our heated discussion in Professor Connelly's class, I pegged you as someone with more sophisticated taste."

Ouch. You folded your arms across your chest. "Just because I write about sex and relationships doesn't mean I have unsophisticated taste."

"Of course not," he followed-up quickly. "But, come on. You aren't exactly winning a Pulitzer Prize with a genre like that."

"Well, maybe I don't want to," you clipped, your voice sharper than usual. Had he always been this condescending? This rude? You folded your hands in your lap and asked, "Why, what have you been writing recently?"

Jun put his chopsticks down and began gesturing in the air like a tenured professor. "Think Ernest Hemingway meets Flannery O'Connor..."

For the next fifteen minutes, Jun droned on about his 'disruptive' novel idea — something about an unbathed farm child, a long, winding road, and several metaphors about the journey within.

Meanwhile, you wondered what it would be like if Atsumu were here instead. The jokes he'd make, the questions he'd ask. If Atsumu were here, he'd press you for details about your thesis outline. Tease you for being a closeted freak before taking your story ideas seriously.

He wouldn't insult you. Or undermine you.

He would accept you. Just as you were.

You pictured him. Sitting across from you with his bleach blonde hair and lopsided grin and dimples you wished you could pinch off his cheeks. Asking for the check with an easy lift of his hand. Using that same hand to reach for your knee underneath the table —

"Ready for dessert?" your waiter asked. You nearly jumped out of your seat.

"Just the check. Thanks," Jun replied, plopping his napkin atop his empty plate. Once the waiter was out of earshot, he asked, "You still down for ice cream?"

You pursed your lips to one side before saying, "Actually, I think I'm going to call it."

"What? What happened?" he drawled, reaching underneath the table for your knee. You writhed away from his touch.

"Dunno," you shrugged, eyes empty. Tone flat. "I guess I just don't have very good taste."

You paid for your half of the meal and left.

"You were on fire today, man," Aran told Atsumu after practice, clapping him on the back in the men's locker room. "Welcome back. We missed you."

"Yeah, you nearly took my arms off," Sakusa muttered under his breath, massaging his forearms with soapy water in the sink.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Atsumu said sheepishly, wiping his face with a worn towel. "It's good to be back, though. I missed y'all."

Atsumu had definitely played better today than all of his previous off-season practices, but he couldn't say he was 100% focused, either. The entire time, he couldn't stop thinking about you and your stupid date. Were you having a good time? Had you exchanged Goodreads accounts? Were Jun's jokes funnier, more intellectual than his?

Turns out spiking the volleyball like it was English major's face made for some pretty incredible service aces.

"That from your girlfriend?" Sakusa asked, jutting his chin towards the sticky note you'd written for Atsumu earlier that day. He'd since stuck it on the inside of his locker door.

"Nah. She's just a friend," Atsumu told him, slamming the locker door shut and slinging his gym bag over a shoulder. At Sakusa's raised eyebrow, he said, "She is! She's literally on a date right now."

As they exited the men's locker room and pushed through the double doors of the student athletics center, Atsumu stopped in his tracks. Because there, across the courtyard, you sat. Phone in one hand. A green smoothie in the other. Sitting all pretty in that burgundy dress that made Atsumu want to disintegrate.

"Sure she is," Sakusa drawled, yanking his mask over his nose and mouth before stalking off in the other direction.

"Y/N, what are ya doin' here?" Atsumu asked as he approached you.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm picking you up," you said matter-of-factly. You handed him his green smoothie from Sip Happens for good measure.

"I thought ya had yer date with English major. What happened to drunken noodles? Ice cream? Two days of uncontrollable IBS?"

"Yeah, well, turns out English majors aren't really my type," you admitted. Upon seeing Atsumu's perplexed expression, you added, "The guy was an asshole."

"Oh," he said, shoulders sagging. "I'm sorry."

You rolled your eyes. "No, you're not."

"I'm not," he confessed almost immediately. You barked out a laugh. "I'm sorry! But ice cream after spicy food? On a first date?"

"You're right. He's a psychopath."

"A complete psychopath," he agreed. "Ya deserve someone better. Someone who understands yer digestive issues. Someone who — "

He stopped abruptly, unsure of how to finish that sentence.

You peered up at him expectantly. "Someone who...?"

"Someone who really knows you," he finished after a moment. His throat bobbed. "And who can put up with all yer freaky obsessions."

"Ugh," you groaned. "I am never telling a man I write smut on the first date ever again."

Atsumu's lips tugged into a soft smile. "Thanks for the smoothie."

"No problem," you replied, stretching your arms out towards the orange sky. "Wanna join me for second dinner? I'm starving."

"Why?" Atsumu asked. "Ya didn't eat on yer date?"

"Barely. I have leftovers in the fridge, but I need something that doesn't remind me of Jun's pretentious face."

Atsumu snorted, already heading in the direction of your go-to diner spot. "Weird way to ask me out, but alright."

"Yeah, right," you scoffed, right on his heels. "You wish."

He knew you were only joking, but his heart twinged anyways.

Because, deep down, he knew you were right.

@miyasmagnolias, 2025

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after walking around the mall with akaashi keiji you find a small photobooth. you figured it’d be a perfect thing to do on your first date as a couple. so, giggling and shuffling in, you two sit together, shoulder to shoulder.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both give your signature smiles, though, they’re a bit bigger than usual. you look at keiji’s dimples and the way his cheeks puff when he smiles like that.

“3… 2… 1!”

you both do a little pose this time! showing off your “claws” and scrunching up your nose. your mouth is wide open, imitating a roar, while keiji’s is more timid — hoshi would be so proud of you guys.

“i look a little weird,” he laughs, covering his mouth a bit.

“you don’t, kei,” you smile

“3…”

you both look at each other, not knowing what to do for a third pose. keiji sneaks his hand, warm and soft, to your other cheek, cupping it softly.

“2…”

he pulls you closer to him, closes his eyes, and presses his lips to your cheek. with no time to react, you close your eyes and smile, heart doing jumping jacks inside your chest.

“1!”

keiji pulls away, covering his flushed face. you share a little giggle, resting your head just under his chin.

“3… 2…”

you do the same to him! clammy hands, trembling lips, warm cheeks. with his cheeks squished, he tries his best to give a wide smile, eyes forming into little crescents.

“1!”

shuffling back outside, you huddle close to look at the pictures. you giggle together, shy and stupidly smitten for each other. looking up at him, you gently rub away the lipstick stain on his cheek.

you end up putting your copy into your phone case, keeping a cherished memory with you wherever you go.

needless to say, photobooths are your favorite with him!

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