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atsumu’s mini me always has his back / baby fluff

atsumu is on the phone, arguing with somebody over an advertisement shoot that he doesn’t want to do. he’s been going at it with the person on the other end for a while, you and your baby sat nearby.

“like i said, it’s not—” atsumu begins.

“baa!” your son yells, his stubby hands thrown up in exasperation just like his father.

you and atsumu both pause, your son looking up at his dad expectantly with wide eyes, gauging his reaction. did he just back up his papa in an argument he doesn’t even understand? when atsumu swore to you once you got pregnant that he’d make a mini me, it turns out he really meant it.

before you have the chance to break out into a fit of laughter—atsumu holding his own in—he continues, now addressing your baby with a smirk. “that’s exactly what i was saying! ya’ get it, little man.” maybe he’s a bit too enthusiastic as he speaks (bold words to describe the atsumu miya), but it just makes your son laugh at his father’s agreement with adorably loud cackles.

he goes on again, babbling and animatedly moving around as if whatever he’s saying actually makes sense. atsumu just goes along with it, attentively nodding his head. “oh, yeah, totally,” he says before switching to address the phone, “ya’ hear that? even ma’ son agrees with me!”

his marketing manager on the other end is just as confused as he should be. “mr. miya, isn’t your son an infant?”

“a hella smart one!” atsumu declares, holding his hand out in a fist to your son with a grin. his tiny one meets it for a fist bump, followed with even more incoherent words. “yup, so true. that’s ma’ boy!”

extra

“he loves me!” “well, you’re his dad. of course he loves you.” “yeah, but like, he didn’t even know what was going on and he backed me up! that’s true love. we’re tight.” “can you be any tighter than with someone you share genes with?” “we should’ve named him ‘tsumu junior. or maybe the second.” “definitely not.”

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hear you out ☆ iwaizumi hajime x reader

synopsis: you deserve to have someone listen to you nerd out about your interests. unexpectedly, you meet the person who's more than happy to listen (and perhaps learn more about you in the future). details: fluff | first meeting | strangers to lovers | ~1.3k words | speech-language pathologist gn! reader | timeskip! iwaizumi (a little flirty too lol) | dedicated to @sahrberrii

“Iwaizumi-san, your vocal cords are muscles,” you explain, showing him a video of the anatomical structure. “They contract and slam against each other whenever you shout or use a harsh tone.”

The athletic trainer nods, eyebrows drawn together as he observes the laryngoscopy video you use as an example for your clients.

“But I think you, out of all people, know what happens when you overuse muscles.”

“They get injured,” Iwaizumi whispers in response. He chuckles a little, but the action makes him wince.

“Take it easy,” you smile, almost reaching out to pat his back before stopping yourself.

“Thankfully, you don’t have any nodules, like this person.” You swipe through a few videos before landing on the one you’re looking for. “Nodules are a result of repeated trauma between the vocal cords. Kinda like the finger calluses guitar players get from pressing down on the strings all the time.”

He nods, grimacing as he listens to the person with vocal nodules attempting to produce higher pitches. You understand it perfectly; even after all the voice clients you’ve seen, you never get used to how painful it sounds.

“So, if you continue to overuse your voice, especially in this state, you can get nodules. Or, something worse that would require surgery. Think of a strain or a sprain, compared to a complete tear.”

The video ends, but a part of you still wants to show him more—just enough to keep him around a little longer. However, you still need to be mindful of your time, so you close the tablet and place it on your desk. “So, it-”

When you look at Iwaizumi again, he meets your gaze. Your face grows hot at his attention, and you can’t help but dart your eyes to the side.

“Uh, I meant to say that you should focus on resting your voice for the next week. And I mean full vocal rest. No whispering. You can write on a whiteboard, type, use text-to-speech, gestures, whatever you want.”

He gives you an eager thumbs-up. Cute.

“Okay,” you giggle. “That tells me you understand. I’ll give you a list of other exercises you can do to help with vocal strain. But for now, let’s focus on getting rid of the inflammation. Whenever you feel like your throat is tense or a little painful, you can massage it…”

You gesture at his Adam’s apple, but you happen to glance at it just as he swallows. 

“Uh.” You blank out for a moment, your hands freezing midair. 

Oh, man. Get a grip.

Snapping yourself out of it, you reach for your throat with your middle finger and thumb, demonstrating what you were talking about. “Just go in circular motions, up and down the neck. It’s up to you for how long.”

Suddenly, Iwaizumi raises his hand a little. He unlocks his phone, typing something on the notes app before showing it to you.

“Ah…” You hand his phone back to him. “That’s also up to you.”

“Oh. Me? Uh…” 

Does this mean I’ll have to touch him?

“Usually, I apply this much pressure…” Your fingers hesitantly hover near his throat. “Can I, uh-”

You don’t even complete your question before he consents with a nod. 

“Okay, um.” Your gloved fingers make contact with his skin, and you pray that he doesn’t feel your hand shaking.

Holding your breath, you press down. “This much, usually. Does it hurt?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head and gestures at you to continue.

“Okay, so you just keep doing this. How does-” You glance at his face, which no longer holds any tension. Relief floods over you at the immediate effect.

“How does it feel?”

You grin at the little smiley he leaves. “You’re welcome, Iwaizumi-san. Why don't you give it a try in the meantime?"

As Iwaizumi attempts to replicate what you’ve done, you grab a notepad from your desk, jotting down a few reminders.

“Anyway, I’ll send an evaluation report later for occupational or medical purposes. I know some insane bosses who seem hell-bent on making my clients’ lives harder. Hopefully that’s not the case for you?”

“Oh, goodness, poor you.” You can’t help but laugh as you imagine it. “Well, if you need someone to talk some sense into them, I’m here.”

A quick exhale leaves his mouth in amusement. You remind yourself to look up his team later.

“Okay, if you’re free next week, you can come back here so we can check on your progress. A call would be alright too, if that’s more convenient.”

Normally, you don’t even think twice when giving your clients your contact details; sometimes they keep in touch, sometimes they don't. But secretly, you hope Iwaizumi worms his way into your schedule.

“Anyway, sorry if most of this felt like a one-sided conversation. I hope I didn’t bore you too much or make it too technical-”

Iwaizumi shakes his head frantically, waving his hand. Then, he fumbles a little as he tries to enter his phone’s password.

Ah. He wants to say something?

“I…” You feel your heart swell at his sincerity. “Thanks, Iwaizumi-san. That means a lot.”

And for the first time in the last hour, you get a glimpse of the crow’s feet around his eyes as he grins.

Oh, dear.

Truthfully, you were a little nervous when he entered your office an hour ago. Nervous is an understatement—you were intimidated. He looked like he could just knock you out with a punch if you managed to upset him.

(Okay, he probably wouldn’t punch you, but you've had your fair share of dismissive, aggressive, and moody clients before.)

But now, Iwaizumi’s expression is washed over with a gentleness you didn’t think was possible with his sharp features.

You can’t find it in you to end the interaction, even though you have to.

As you muster the courage to finally send him off, he sighs and rakes a hand through his hair. He takes out his device again, typing something down. It takes a much longer time; he presses the backspace button repeatedly.

“Um, Iwaizumi-san, do you have a concern?” You fiddle with the hem of your scrub shirt. The silence was starting to have more weight to it.

He meets your eyes for a moment before he resumes writing his message.

What is it that has him hesitating so much?

When he shows you his phone screen, you almost gasp.

"Oh!" You don't need a mirror to tell that your face is flushed. "I- That means a lot. Thanks. Um..."

You scramble for a response as he prepares to type something again.

"But, uh, sure! Just let me know if there's something you want me to talk about. Hopefully, you don't get sick of my voice, Iwaizumi-san."

Then and there, you're pretty sure you short-circuit.

"Oh? No one's ever told me that before." You laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. However, when you catch the earnest smile on his face, you feel your heart set alight.

"Anyway, thank you for giving me your time today, Iwaizumi-san."

A/N (or Iwaizumi's case history):

Hey, it's Stellar, your soon-to-be speech-language pathologist. I wanted to share my love for the profession through my fics, and decided to start with dear Iwa-chan.

To explain what's happening here, Iwa has a case of traumatic laryngitis, caused by vocal overuse and abuse (constantly screaming at the JNT to stop fooling around during training). Thus, his voice is very hoarse and breathy (sometimes, he can't even make a sound), and speaking hurts. Iwa would have tried remedies like throat sprays and hot tea, but they're not the key to recovery. Vocal rest is!

However, with how busy he is, he still needs to talk to multiple people and resorts to whispering. But, I must emphasize that whispering does NOT aid recovery, because you are still putting stress on the vocal folds.

In these cases, most people will wait for the problem to go away. If it's taking too long, they'll go to an ENT (ears, nose, and throat doctor; otorhinolaryngologist is the fancy word). Sometimes, it stops there, and patients are sent home; but in more severe cases, patients are referred to a speech-language pathologist (reader).

Anyway, since Iwa's case is caused by unhealthy vocal habits, it would help to have the voice specialist handle the case, especially during the recovery phase (dealing with any potential problems in pitch, loudness, and quality). This would increase the chances of a better prognosis/outcome! :)

The laryngeal massage that reader did on Iwa is recommended to most voice patients, especially if their vocal complaints are pain and tension. However, other things can be recommended to promote vocal relaxation, such as straw-blowing exercises (I'm not kidding! They're called semi-occluded vocal tract exercises). I just didn't talk about them in the scene because it felt like info overload, hahaha!

But Iwa's case is relatively mild (assuming he follows home instructions). There are other situations where vocal cords can be paralyzed, weakened, or spastic. Besides nodules, polyps and other growths can form and require surgical removal. Sometimes, one's voice may not be able to return to normal, so the focus of rehabilitation is to restore the most functional voice possible.

[Sidenote: Since this fic leans in a romantic direction, I should clarify that reader will follow professional ethics/rules. They both wait until Iwa is no longer a client at the reader's clinic/hospital before getting together.]

I hope you guys found the fic and A/N interesting in some way! :) Please take care of your voice; don't take it for granted! If you happen to have any questions about the voice, feel free to leave a reply, come to my inbox, or send a dm! <3

This video does a good job explaining AND showing stuff about vocal nodules (I like to think that this is what the reader shows Iwaizumi, hahaha). A fair bit of warning if you're sensitive to internal body imaging, but it's not that gross or graphic.

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iwaizumi is one of those men that lift up the blanket and pat the spot next to them to invite you under the covers. when you make it to your shared bedroom fresh out of the shower to retire for the night, iwaizumi looks like he’s already passed out cold. blanket scrunched down to his waist, laying on his stomach, face buried into the pillow and arms hidden underneath. every contour of his muscled back and biceps are on display for you in all of their glory under the moonlight glow that seeps through the curtains. the door closes behind you with a quiet click, and to your surprise he shuffles around at the sound, turning on his side to look at you. you fuss and worry that you woke him as you walk over to your side of the bed, to which he quietly shakes his head in reply. he grabs the top corner of the blanket, holding it up and gently patting the open space beside him with a tired smile and weary gaze. you slide onto the soft mattress, where he’s quick to trap you under the sheets, arms wrapping around your waist to pull you against his chest and his strong legs tangling with yours. his face buries into your shoulder, nose rubbing against your skin as he breathes in your comforting scent and nuzzles himself impossibly close to you. his voice is a quiet murmur against your skin as he speaks.

“g’night, my love.”

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bf suna things

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CHAPTER 2.0 ⋮ a good idea, or not

from 𓍯𓂃 A LITTLE WHITE LIE, h. iwaizumi

contains ⨾ uses of yn, kys jokes, cussing

⏦ﾟextra scribbles

˒ kiyoko sighed after her texts w yn, and when akaashi asked what’s up, she told him and he shook his head disapprovingly. he reallyyyy thinks it’s a bad idea

˒ iwaizumi has a huge paper stuck over his desk reading: goal: GET OVER HER BEFORE YOU GO BACK TO JAPAN, hence why the dry texts. he feels so bad but he’s scared one wrong move and the friendship is done :(

˒ he also saw a cute plushie and it reminded him of yn, so he got it :3 he hates himself a little for it 🤏🏻 that’s why he texted oikawa

˒ yn and kiyoko regretted agreeing on inviting hinata over. noya x hinata duo is lethal for the ears.

tags (open, comment here to be added) ⨾

@kameyyy @ayatakanosstuff @megumismyhusband @mayyhaps

@biancaackerman @binkibuns @ihsoti @megapteraurelia

@silkloom @nanasrkives @cupidsblonde @whoevenisjessica

@ottocre @reverd-ck @wordsofelie @choiuikawa

@kqavi @evilari111 @nomyimi @cryptictheseus

@chlosology @honeycrispappletree @xoxojisu @mary0cartt

@mo072806 @kvrokasaa @dazaisfavgf @x3nafix

@alcyneus @loveyislost @xerophyides @cr4yolaas

@sexylexy12 @evesfairytale @reinreingoawayy @shozuken

@reicyberia @iloveiwaizumihajime

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YOU ARE NOW READING

CHAPTER 1.0 ⋮ does he hate me?

from 𓍯𓂃 A LITTLE WHITE LIE, h. iwaizumi

contains ⨾ the screenshots happened in chronological order , use of yn, kys jokes, cussing.

⏦ﾟextra scribbles

˒ iwaizumi genuinely thought he replied. when he realised he left yn on delivered he pulled his hair slightly and sighed and went to sleep.

˒ akaashi deeply sighed after yn told him that it’s obvious no one flirted w him before 🤏🏻 he contemplated for a moment whether he should set up a tinder account or not but then decided against.

˒ noya bursted into the kitchen mid way through your cooking date w kiyoko and asked to join but was shooed away.

˒ when noya was talking ab partying and akaashi brought up “last time” he was referring to how noya was so drunk he started packing his bag to “travel” and then while doing so he puked all over the clothes in the bag.

tags (open, comment here to be added) ⨾

@kameyyy @ayatakanosstuff @megumismyhusband @mayyhaps

@biancaackerman @binkibuns @ihsoti @megapteraurelia

@silkloom @nanasrkives @cupidsblonde @whoevenisjessica

@ottocre @reverd-ck @wordsofelie @choiuikawa

@kqavi @evilari111 @nomyimi @cryptictheseus

@chlosology @honeycrispappletree @xoxojisu

@mary0cartt @mo072806 @kvrokasaa @dazaisfavgf

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🫖 I LIKE IT, atsumu miya

content. smau. profanity. sunshine x grumpy. fat joke. atsu trying to get with saeko as a JOKE. hating on 12 year old fortnite players. mention of panic attacks.

word count. n/a

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cw : none. timeskip haikyuu. lazy cutesy draft

yeah, we all know how handsome kuroo tetsuro is, that’s nothing new. but he is so beautiful, too. nobody can blame you for staring, even if you should be used to the view because he’s your husband. yet, it’s impossible.

he is in the backyard, just chatting with his friends after having played volleyball with them. shirtless, his skin is gleaming with the rays of sunshine against it. his arm surrounding bokuto’s shoulders while all of them speak about volleyball and their league. tetsuro’s honey-like eyes lock with yours when he catches you staring at him, and his smile softens before giving him a pat on the back and walking towards you. “didn’t want to disturb” you say, pecking him when his hands find your waist. “why would you do that? they like you, silly” he chuckles and pulls you flush against him in one of those bear hugs. and there’s the moment you realise that he is surely probably the best decision you made.

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oh my god hey *leans against expensive car* ive been stalking ur account for a while hows it going

heyyy *blushing like crazy* omg I’m so flattered ???! ngl I’ve done some stalking too but I’m doing good how about you? 🫶

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𓍯𓂃 A LITTLE WHITE LIE,

𓍼 IWAIZUMI HAJIME

is fake dating your childhood best friend the closest thing you’ll ever get to being in a relationship with him?

IN WHICH after a mutual breakup with miya atsumu, he proposes that you use him as an excuse to fake date your childhood best friend. After all, a small lie won’t hurt.

contains ⨾ fem!reader, hybrid (smau and written), kinda canon compliant, childhood best friends to lovers, fake dating, HARD mutual pining, this is so silly chat, college au, exes (atsumu) on good terms, long distance at the start (for a short time), takes place at the end of iwaizumi’s sophomore year in cali, probably hurt to comfort, AGAIN this is a very very unserious silly smau for fun, irregular updates, more might be added later.

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MEET ꒰ dumb and dumber(s) 👍 ꒱꒰ gym rats (real not fake)꒱

HAVE A LOOK AT the moodboard

READ THROUGH the chapters ⨾

♯ 1.0 ⸝⸝ does he hate me?

♯ 2.0 ⸝⸝ a good idea, or not

♯ 3.0 ⸝⸝ can we fake date.

tba

tags ⨾ @ayatakanosstuff @megumismyhusband @mayyhaps @biancaackerman @binkibuns @ihsoti @megapteraurelia @silkloom

notes ⨾ i really want to thank everyone who helped me refine the idea and put this together (maddie mey dee) and also cid for giving atsumu and iwa a reason to be in a gc together!!! thank u guys so much i hope you know i am so grateful to have you i love u guys. that being said this will hopefully update next week!!!! i’m so excited and i hope i do this justice!!! and i hope u guys like it <3

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hru queen

HI BB <333 im good im good ty !!💋 how about u????

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Navigation : midnight records! the starlight EP! haikyuu EP!

"FOR HER" — Sakusa Kiyoomi

a/n : its official i am entering my baby fever era :) content : GIRL DAD SAKUSA. fluff. post timeskip. headcanon.

Girl dad! Sakusa who doesn’t cry in the delivery room, but when the nurse places her in your arms, you see the change happen in his expression before he even speaks. He stands beside you with one hand resting on the bedrail, still in his zip-up, curls flattened from the long hours, eyes fixed so intently on her tiny face that he barely breathes. You offer her to him, gently, and although he nods and reaches out, it’s with a kind of quiet reverence, like he’s afraid any sudden movement might shatter something fragile. When she’s finally in his arms, wrapped in that standard-issue hospital blanket, he doesn’t look away once. “She’s really ours,” he says after a long silence, voice soft and level like he’s stating a fact that still hasn’t settled in. You’re tired and aching and overwhelmed, but in that moment — watching him fall in love so quietly — you feel steadier than you’ve felt all day.

Girl dad! Sakusa who approaches parenting the way he’s approached everything else that’s ever mattered to him — with focus, with discipline, and with the same determination that made him the top ace in the country. He just does it. He reads every product label, tracks feeding times in his phone, and practices swaddling until the corners lie flat like muscle memory. You find him at night adjusting the baby carrier straps with one of her stuffed animals, narrowing his eyes like it’s something to be mastered. In the nursery, everything has its place: pacifiers in labeled containers, diapers stacked perfectly, bottles washed and sterilized on a rotating schedule that no one asked him to create. He’s not afraid of mess — he’s an athlete, after all — but this kind of order calms him. It’s the only way he knows to make sense of something this overwhelming. When you catch him in the early mornings rearranging the drawer of onesies so the softest fabrics are on top, you don’t interrupt. You just watch because you know that this is how he’s learning to love her.

Girl dad! Sakusa who is the first to notice that post-partum hit you. The way your smile doesn’t quite reach, the way your hands linger over chores but don’t quite start them, the way you keep saying you’re fine even when your voice betrays how deeply tired you are. He doesn’t corner you about it — he just starts making it easier to breathe. He finishes bottles without being asked. He folds laundry without announcing it. He draws a bath and offers you the quiet without implying you owe him anything in return. And when you finally sit down beside him on the bed and admit, barely above a whisper, “I think something’s wrong,” he takes your hand and says, without even flinching. “We’ll take care of it. You don’t have to do it alone.” That night, when the house is quiet, he tucks her in and then tucks you in too, placing your tea on the nightstand and brushing your hair back from your forehead before placing a kiss on your forehead like he’s reminding you that you’re still being held.

Girl dad! Sakusa who keeps her world structured, calm, and clean — not out of fear, but out of habit, and a deep belief that consistency makes kids feel safe. He doesn’t scold when she forgets to wash her hands before dinner. He just walks her to the sink, adjusts the faucet for her, and says, “Let’s try again,” with the same steady tone he uses when coaching a teammate through a play. You can already see how much of him lives in her — not just in her temperament, but in her tiny routines. The way she lines up her shoes by the door. The way she wipes the table with a napkin after dinner. He never told her to do any of that — she just watched him and followed his steps.

Girl dad! Sakusa who always stops what he’s doing when she calls for him. He never rolls his eyes or tells her to wait. Whether she’s holding a drawing she drew or asking him to see the rain outside on the balcony, he gives her his full attention. She brings him stories, toys, questions he doesn’t have answers to yet, and he listens to every single one. Sometimes, she climbs into his lap mid-stretch, legs crossed beneath her, curls sticking to her forehead, and just rests there like she knows there’s nowhere safer. You glance over from the kitchen and watch as he adjusts his posture just slightly to keep her steady, continuing his cooldown stretches like her presence is just part of the routine now.

Girl dad! Sakusa who teaches himself to braid because one morning she tugs at his sleeve and says, "Papa me want hair like Mama” and he doesn’t want to be the kind of father who says i don't know how to something like that. That night, while the house is quiet, you find him on the couch with one of her dolls in his lap, video tutorial paused on his phone, fingers fumbling but determined. He practices until the parts are clean, until the elastics hold. The first few mornings, the braid sits crooked on her head — slipping by lunchtime — but she runs to you saying, “Papa did it !” every single time. When he finally gets it right, she wraps her arms around him like he just won a trophy. And later, when you're brushing your own hair before bed, he watches you for a moment from the doorway, then comes up behind you, fingers gently sweeping your strands aside. “I didn’t realize how much of you she carries,” he says, quiet and sincere. “It makes me want to do everything right.”

Girl dad! Sakusa who brushes through her damp curls with more care than you thought possible. The spirals are his — the same exact texture that still coils around his forehead after a shower — but the color is yours, unmistakable in the morning light. When she’s sitting between his legs and he’s sectioning off her hair into neat parts, you sometimes find him pausing just to look. Not because he’s unsure of the process — he’s got the rhythm down by now — but because every time he sees her, it’s a new reminder that she’s equal parts both of you.

Girl dad! Sakusa who brings her to matches and never says a word about it being a distraction, though you know how seriously he takes preparation. She always sits with you, gripping a wrinkled “Go Papa !” sign in her fists, her legs swinging off the bleachers while she yells his name through a mouthful of fruit snacks. He rarely looks into the crowd — he’s too focused for that — but today, when she screams his name mid-serve, you swear you see the smallest flicker of a smile on his face. After the game, he comes straight to you both, drops to one knee, and listens to her long-winded play-by-play with a patience that makes even the camera crew step back. You take her hand as he packs up his bag, and she says, “Papa did good today !” He doesn’t say anything, but you notice how he walks just a little taller after that.

Girl dad! Sakusa who changes his phone ringtone to a voice memo of her calling for him because he says it’s easier to hear. It plays once during a team meeting and Atsumu nearly falls out of his chair laughing, but Sakusa doesn’t even flinch. “She’s loud,” he says calmly, setting his phone face down on the table, “but she gets my attention.” When you hear it go off at home, it always makes you smile.

Girl dad! Sakusa who never talks about how much he loves being a father — not in words, at least. But you see it in how he shows up. In the way he learns her favorite breakfast, remembers the exact way she likes her blanket tucked in, memorizes the lyrics to a show he pretends to hate. You see it in how he looks at her when she doesn’t notice — like she’s the most surprising, most important thing that’s ever happened to him.

Girl dad! Sakusa who holds her hand tightly on her first day of school, walking her up to the gate with slow, even steps. She’s excited and confident. She lets go of his hand the second she sees her teacher and runs inside without looking back. You expect him to say something — maybe a joke, maybe a quiet sigh — but instead, he just stands there for a long moment. When you brush your fingers against his, he finally speaks. “She didn’t even turn around.” You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper, “She''s growing up.”

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guys my age ━━━ sakusa kiyoomi

03. negotiation ♡

Looking at your phone in hopes it will magically turn on, you take in a deep breath before knocking on the door. You keep your head down, eyes closed in an attempt to block out the light surrounding you. You feel as though your brain has tied itself into a knot, a heavy sickness in your stomach.

The door opening pulls you out of your self pity, looking up to face the man before you. He looks just as rough as you do, heavy circles under his eyes and his hair still messy from sleep. He's put on a black sweater to hide the damage to his back, and a pair of shorts that you can't help but feel jealous of. He looks so much more comfortable than you, still wearing your outfit from the night before.

To be fair to the people staring in the shop, that could be why they were staring. After all, you’re wearing a bralette and a short denim skirt. Not the casual outfit people expect to see in the early hours of a Thursday.

Sakusa steps to the side to let you in, trying not to look at the light too much. He waits by your side until you remove your shoes and tuck them to the side, leading you down the hallway and into his kitchen. "Coffee?"

You nod your head, slipping onto one of the stools by his island and resting your head against the cool marble. You listen to him shuffling around the kitchen to make the coffee, not sitting up until the mug is rest beside you on a coaster. You comb your fingers through your hair, staring at the mug in front of you.

Nothing is uttered between the two of you, Sakusa staying by the kettle and sipping his own coffee. He keeps his eyes on you, watching you as though you might steal something. Just as you go to speak, the front door opens and a set of heels are heard clicking down the hallway towards the room.

"Good. You're both here. Sakusa, sit."

You look over your shoulder to the newcomer. Suzuki is a lot taller than you thought she'd be with a slender frame. She's dressed professionally with long black hair that falls down her back, carrying a pile of folders and files. She dumps them on the island and waits for Sakusa to find his seat, leaving an empty stool between the pair of you. Suzuki takes the glasses hanging on the pocket of her white blouse and sets them over her eyes.

"L/n, it's nice to meet you. I'm Suzuki Aoi." She outstretches a hand for you to shake before continuing, "You're already acquainted with Sakusa here, but could you tell me what you know about him?"

You take a sip of the coffee. "Um... He plays volleyball for... Some team. NDFI, or something."

"MBSY," Sakusa corrects, facing Suzuki.

You set the mug down on the island, looking at him with your eyes squinted. "I also know that he's a bit of a cunt sometimes." His jaw clenches as you turn back to face Suzuki. "He's also famous, so I guess that's just… a thing."

Suzuki chuckles a little at your comment. "Sometimes it is. He's nice when he wants to be. Now, let's talk damage control. Y/n, tell me about yourself."

You hum under your breath at the dreaded question. "Well, I'm twenty. I'm a psychology student at OU, I'm starting my second year now. I don't work, I live off my student loans. There's not really much else to tell." You shrug your shoulders, bring the mug up to your lips.

"Okay. Okay, so you study full time. This is personal, but do you do this often?" Suzuki waves her finger between you and Sakusa.

You raise an eyebrow at her question. "Meet with volleyball players and their PR executives a lot? No, I don't. This is my first." You finish the coffee in your mug, setting it down and pushing it away from you. You see the way Suzuki looks at you. "Say what you mean, and I'll answer honestly."

Suzuki sighs. "Do you sleep around a lot? How often?"

"Over summer, I guess. Before that, no. I don't have time to when studying. As for how often, I don't know. Probably two or three times a month?"

Suzuki nods her head along with your words. "Starting when? I need to know for the timeline."

"What timeline?" you ask. Suzuki waves a hand for you to answer the question first. "Wha- End of May. What timeline?"

"That works." She opens one of the folders and pulls out some paper, writing down notes.

There's a silence that follows, up until Sakusa asks, "What timeline, Aoi?"

With a heavy sigh, she pulls out two think files of paper and drops one in front of either of you. She goes back to writing, leaving you to read through them in silence. You skim the first few pages, your heart dropping.

You can't help the laugh that slips out. "This is some joke, right? Like, you can't be serious about this."

"I don't joke around when it involves my job, y/n."

You read over it once more as Sakusa starts to argue. "Was this the only solution you could come up with? Why can't I lay low like Atsumu does when he does this shit?"

Suzuki sighs, sets down her pen. She gives Sakusa a stare that you don't want to be on the receiving end of. "Because I expect this of Miya, just like everyone else does. What I don't expect to hear is that after a college speech, you end up going home with a random twenty year old. Especially when you were as reckless as you were last night. What were you thinking?"

"I was drunk. No one thinks when they're fucking drunk. It doesn't give you an excuse to force us into faking a relationship." He stands up, pours his mug down the sink and leans over it, head down. He takes in deep breaths, trying to keep himself from being sick.

"I'm not forcing you. I'm recommending it. There's a difference." You scoff, looking back down at the contract. "Look, I know this is asking a lot of you both. Especially you, y/n. I understand your reluctance and concern. However, it's only until the end of the season. Then you're free to go your separate ways and never look at each other again. If y/n is a full time student, then she won't have a lot of free time either. You'll only need to be seen with each other a few times a week to make it believable, and every Saturday night is date night."

Sakusa laughs. “End of the season?”

You cock your head. “That’s soon. It’s almost end of summer.”

“She means volleyball season. It ends in May.”

“What? That’s nine months away. Every Saturday for nine months? Are you crazy?” You bounce your knee up and down, balancing your foot on the stool. “What would I get out of it? If I agree, that is.”

Suzuki presses her lips together before looking back down at her notes. “Well, we can arrange something for you. What’s something reasonable that you would want from this?”

You let out a heavy breath, holding your head in your hands whilst looking at the countertop. You jerk upright after a moment of thought, the pounding in your skull returning. “I want my debt taken care of. My current debt, and then the debt from my loans when I graduate after getting my doctorate.”

“How much is your debt?” Suzuki asks, stopping writing until she hears you say it.

“Not…ridiculous.”

“How much exactly?”

You glance between Sakusa and Suzuki, feeling the heat rushing to your cheeks. “About one million yen.”

Suzuki nodded slowly, takes in a sharp breath. “Okay. Sure, I can do that for you. Only if you agree to see this through until the end.”

Sakusa crosses his arms over his chest. “And I have to agree no matter what, right?”

Suzuki nods. “Correct, Sakusa. You’re catching on much quicker than Miya. So, y/n. Do we have a deal?”

You look between the two of them before setting your gaze on Suzuki. “Where do I sign?”

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summary. sakusa kiyoomi, middle blocker for the famous msby black jackals, is known for his clean reputation, never drawing attention to himself through scandals. ever since joining the jackals, he's kept himself out of the headlines unless over something good. that is until he drinks a little too much and finds himself in the news for going home with someone he doesn't know.

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[nanasrkives]

college bf iwaizumi hajime (gn!reader)

always puts you first — you get the first bite of his food, first sip of his drink, first pick of his clothes, you name it and it's yours

not a very verbal fellow — your i love you, hajime is often met with a kiss on your forehead or gentle hum or a couple of squuezes of your hand in his. i don't think he's the type of guy to say it often, but will show you

flowers, often!! started off when he showed up to your first date with a whole bouquet of flowers (which you'd accepted with a huge grin, after the initial awe had worn off, and promptly put into a vase shaped out of an old plastic bottle (you both were students on a budget) and gently told him that he need not spend so much on you). this evolved into plucking wildlflowers while walking to the apartment you shared with your best friend, whom he would also sometimes pick flowers for. eventually, he ends up starting a little garden when he moves back to japan, in the house you share, and you get fresh flowers that his hands toiled for. he sometimes tucks a flower behind your ear or in your tied up hair, finishing with a kiss on your temple, and you hear his love loud and clear

getting along great with makki and mattsun, and being worsties with oikawa — he would constantly fight for hajime's attention, and you would fight him right back, until hajime forces both of you to spend time together in his absence and you realise maybe oikawa tooru is kind of fun

massages as and when you ask for them — in the initial days, you had felt guilty at first, seeing him show up to your college apartment after a long day of classes, anything to spend time with you. but he'd seen you rubbing your stiff neck and volunteered to massage it loose, and the rest was history — any time he sees you walking wretchedly into his apartment, he's there, warming up his hands to warm up your muscles

absolutely m e l t s when you run your hands through his hair — if he's had a long day, he sits you down on the couch and plops himself between your legs, and guides your hand to his hair. barely muffles the groans of relief when you rake your nails through his scalp, folding into you as much as he can. he loves hearing you talk about your day while you idly massage his head and he swears that if a heaven exists, it's right here

compulsory movie nights — while I don't think he's a film buff, he lives for the days when he gets to cuddle up to you under a blanket. you guys alternate picking the movies, and more often than not, the movie night ends halfway through the actual film, with him snoring (I do think he's a big snorer) away, head tucked into the crook of your neck

HE LOVES BEING LITTLE SPOON. I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. a man who's had to step up and take charge his whole life, he finds comfort and safety when he gets to lay his head on your chest, arms looped around your waist. the best pillow in the world, he claims, and who are you to disagree?

does your laundry for you, while you sit beside him, clad in one of his shirts (the softest, most worn out one — the one that smells like him)

tries his best to wait for you after class!! a gentleman through and through, you'll find him standing outside your classroom, coffees in his hand. in the initial phase of your relationship, he used to walk you to your next class, see you through the door, before BOLTING to make his class on time. you reprimand him when you find out (i won't get lost on the way, haji, it's not worth compromising your education), and he disagrees (you're worth it) but relinquishes. still shows up to campus on his days off just so he can hang out with you in the few minutes between classes.

[nanasrkives]

SUNA RINTAORU ⸝⸝⸝ who has a public fan account for his girlfriend but has a private acc with only friends/family that he rarely posts himself on (you’re mainly on that account too.)

SUNA RINTAORU ⸝⸝⸝ Who even after becoming a famous volleyball player did not keep his relationship a secret

SUNA RINTAORU ⸝⸝⸝ Who is nonchalant to the world, but clingy with you.

SUNA RINTAORU ⸝⸝⸝ Who deadpanned when an interviewer asked how he felt when a upcoming model said he was cute. “As far as i’m concerned the only women who exist are my mom and yn”

SUNA RINTAORU ⸝⸝⸝ Who wears the ring you got him in highschool like it’s his glued to his skin

[nanasrkives]

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athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who loves when you wear his hoodie, especially when you’re not wearing much else underneath. "cold?" he’ll ask, eyes roaming a bit too long before pulling you into his lap

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who insists on recovery time—pulling you into his chest while you’re both sweaty and spent. his voice low against your ear: "you did so good for me"

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who buys matching water bottles or running shoes "by accident." when you point it out, he just shrugs. "it’s practical." but he’s lowkey proud when people ask if you’re a couple

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who carries you bridal style/over his shoulders when you complain your legs are sore after a workout, laughing when you tell him to put you down

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who loves to tease you mid workout. he'll crouch in front of you with a smirk, saying "come on, baby. one more set and i’ll reward you. however you want." (you end up doing 5 more sets after that)

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who often gets hit on by girls at the gym, but he does not hesitate for a moment to tell them that he has a girlfriend. sometimes he'll even walk over to you and kiss you right in front of the girl to prove his point further

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who takes candids of you—at the gym, at home, on his chest—whenever he can. he keeps it in a locked album on his phone labeled motivation

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who carries your stuff without you having to ask. whether it’s groceries, your gym duffel, or your tiny purse—he just grabs it and throws it over his shoulder like it’s nothing. says nothing, too, but if you try to take it back, he just gives you that look

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who has his shirt off every morning, wearing sweatpants as he makes breakfast for the two of you as you sit on the counter half asleep, kissing you ever so often

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who presses soft kisses to your temple as you awake on the morning, arms wrapping around your waist from behind, murmuring, "i love you"

athletic trainer bf! iwaizumi who gets up early to run with you, but ends up letting you crawl back into bed—pulling you against him, voice still raspy: "fine. five more minutes. just don’t blame me if we don’t make it to training"

♡ finally decided to finish this draft ^^ i didn't know how to end it jsjsjjsjs