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😷 Pairing: Sakusa x F!Reader 😷 Summary: Sakusa forgets his lunch so you have to bring it to him. 😷 Contents: Fluff, Established Relationship, Mild Jealousy, Post-Timeskip || 😷 Word Count: 1.7k 😷 Masterlist: Link 

Sakusa would never describe himself as a forgetful person. Even as a kid it would be rare for him to forget things, deeming it irresponsible if one were to be forgetful all the time. He couldn’t bear the thought of accidentally forgetting his spare face mask at home when he went out or not having his hand towel with him when he needed to wash his hands, so it became second nature for him to have some sort of routine before leaving his house every day. 

Even as he started playing volleyball he kept to a daily routine, making sure he was thoroughly prepared before meeting with his fellow teammates at the school gym for practice. On his days off he’d get up early to go out on a morning run or do drills, sometimes with his cousin Komori, but even then he’d have a routine for that too, and despite some changes to his routines as he grew up he still managed to maintain it well into adulthood. 

But, of course, there were going to be days that didn’t allow for his routine to go exactly as planned.

Y/N [9:34AM] Kiyoomi! You left without your lunch! I’ll bring it to you later, okay? <33

Sakusa stares at his phone, sighing to himself as he silently re-reads the last few messages sent between you two. The first message you sent him was hours ago, stating that he had forgotten his lunch at home, and while he was grateful that you’d be taking time out of your day to bring it to him he wasn’t exactly looking forward to his teammates seeing you again.

The very first time the Black Jackals met you was hectic, to say the least. Sakusa still remembers the look of shock and surprise he got from most of the team when you came to pick him up after practice one day. Miya and Bokuto were the most annoying ones, getting too close to you and asking too many questions. He had to physically pull you away and tell them off to get them to leave you alone. You were too nice of a person to do so, so he had to do it himself.

His thoughts were interrupted when a loud, boisterous laugh reached his ears, and he frowned at the source. Sakusa glances over to the side, eyes landing on Bokuto and Hinata. The two were talking, and shouting, again, as per usual. He always found their energy too much to handle, opting to stand further to the side whenever they had breaks, and today was no exception. His eyes quickly flits arounds the gym, seeing his teammates scattered about, stretching or talking before heading for the cafeteria for lunch, all except for--

“Hey, Omi-Omi, what’cha lookin’ at?”

“Tsk, you’re too close, Miya.” Sakusa grumbles, taking a step away from the setter who suddenly pops up beside him. 

“Aww, don’t be like that!” Atsumu laughs, peering over to get a look at his phone. “Ah, Y/N’s comin’ to visit?!”

Sakusa huffs, shoving away the blonde with a frown. “That’s none of your business.” He says, briefly checking his phone again for a text. He told you to give him a call once you’ve arrived so he can get to you before any of his teammates did.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Hey hey hey, Y/N is here!” Bokuto cheers as you enter the gym, causing Hinata to turn towards you as well. The two made their way towards you, with Bokuto giving you a big hug in greeting.

“Hello, Y/N-san!” the shorter spiker said, giving you a blinding smile which you couldn’t help but return.

“Hey, you guys!” You smile, “It’s nice to see you two! It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“Are you here for Omi?” Bokuto asks, “Did you bring him his lunch? Ohh, are you gonna have lunch with us??? Stay and have lunch with us!”

You laugh, always finding Bokuto’s energy contagious, but before you could answer him you felt a looming presence behind you.

“Kiyoomi!” You greeted, the smile on your face never faltering despite the frown on his. “There you are! I tried calling when I was outside but I couldn’t get through.”

“The gym has poor reception.” He flatly states, already tugging at your arm. “Let’s go.”

“No fair, Omi-Omi! She just got here!” Atsumu says before briefly greeting you. “Yer havin’ lunch with us, right Y/N? Or are ya lettin’ yer boyfriend drag ya away?”

“Join us, Y/N-san! We haven’t seen you in forever!” Hinata chimes in.

“You saw her last week.” Sakusa clicks his tongue.

“But you didn’t let us talk to her!” Bokuto whines.

You stand there and watch as the four men bickered. This always happened, sooner or later, and you’ve learned to just roll with whatever little thing they argued about. It was never anything big or important, and seeing your boyfriend get worked up by his friends - he insists they aren’t his friends, but you know better - was amusing. It was cute how worked up he tended to get with the three of them, especially if they were talking about you.

Another strong tug on your arm snapped you out of your thoughts, just in time to hear Sakusa mutter under his breath about how annoying his teammates were. They heard him, of course, causing them to clamor around the two of you even more.

“Okay guys, break it up.” You finally say, letting out a breathy chuckle at how all four men immediately stop to look at you. You take a step closer to Sakusa before giving the others an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I’m actually gonna have to take a rain check on lunch. I still have to get back to work.” 

This earns you a couple more protests, but it only makes you laugh. “How about this,” you bargain, “Let’s schedule a get together next weekend? I’ll be sure to spend time with all of you then. Sound fair?”

“Wahh, really?! Let’s do it!”

“Hey hey hey, that sounds like a great idea!”

“ Yeah, Omi-Omi can’t keep you to himself all the time!”

Sakusa frowns but stays silent. The prospect of a get together didn’t sound too bad actually, especially if you were there with him, and he knows you wouldn’t suggest anything that was too out of his comfort zone. Still, he wished his teammates didn’t cling to you so much whenever you were around. 

“Great! I’ll make sure to text you guys about it soon!” You say as you begin to shoo the boys away. “Now, go have lunch! I’ll make sure Kiyoomi follows in a bit. I just need a minute with him.”

Sakusa watches as his teammates walk away, finally leaving you two alone. “I thought they’d never leave.” He sighs once they were past the gym doors, the sounds of their conversation disappearing down the hallway. “They’re such a pain to deal with.”

You giggle, quickly shaking his hand off your arm before taking his hand  into your own. “They poke fun at you cause it’s easy.” You tease, making him frown again, but this only makes you laugh. “Don’t give me that look! You know you do this to yourself!”

Sakusa scoffs, giving your hand a light squeeze. “I’m not doing anything. They’re just annoying.” He retorts. “They’re always clinging and crowding around you whenever you’re around.”

“They’re friendly and affectionate, there’s nothing wrong with that!”

You hear him grumble, making you chuckle. You knew how Sakusa would sometimes get insecure about your relationship. Seeing his teammates being so friendly with you sometimes put him in a bad headspace, and while you liked seeing his jealous side from time to time you knew not to push it to a point where he’d begin to doubt you or himself.

Something you learned early on with Sakusa was the importance of communication. Any good and healthy relationship had to have good communication, whether it be a platonic or romantic one, but it was even more important with the spiker.

He was blunt with his words most of the time, sure, but if something really bothered him you noticed that he closed himself off. He’d never talk about his more serious concerns or problems, and it took some time to get him to open up to you, but it was all worth it in the end. Still, that didn’t stop him from overthinking sometimes.

“Hey,” You start, grabbing his attention. “You don’t have to worry. You know that, right?”

A beat passes before Sakusa nods.

“You know you’re the only one for me, right?”

Another nod.

“Good!” You perk up, nuzzling his arm with your cheek.

Sakusa makes a disapproving sound, nudging you away. “Don’t do that. I’m still sweaty.”

“Meanie.” You stick your tongue out at him, but smile anyway. 

You pull away from him, bringing up your other hand which held a bag with his bento box in it, all neatly packed and wrapped up, for him to take. “I should probably get going if I want to make it back in time. You should go eat up too.”

He hums a small ‘thanks’ and you move to pull away from him, but Sakusa keeps a firm grip on your hand and pulls you closer until he’s able to wrap an arm around your waist. 

Instinctively, you move your arms to give him a hug. “See you later, Kiyoomi.” You say, a bit muffled since you were pushed up against his chest. “If you need me to pick you up later just say the word, okay?”

Sakusa hums again, placing a soft kiss on your temple before pulling back and releasing you from his hold. “Be careful on your way back.”

“Mhm, don’t worry!”

“Wash your face too. Who knows how many germs I’ve accumulated.” 

This makes you laugh. “I will, I will!”

Before you could completely move away from Sakusa, you felt him reach for your hand. You turned around, giving him a curious look when you noticed how the tip of his ears have reddened slightly.

“... I love you, Y/N.”

You smile, cheeks tinting pink, and Sakusa briefly thinks that sometimes it was fine if his routines didn’t go exactly as planned, otherwise he wouldn’t have seen you smile at him an extra couple of times today. He gives you a soft smile, one that’s only reserved for you and you alone, when you call out to him one more time before you left for work. 

“I love you too, Kiyoomi!”

A/N: I think I lost the original plot I wanted to go with as I was writing but I think this is good enough, so here it is! I hope people enjoy it!

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❇️ FINALLY ❇️

❇️ Pairing: Atsumu x F!Reader ❇️ Summary: Atsumu tries to figure out why you don’t like him, and possibly get you to agree to go on a date with him too. Easy, right? ❇️ Contents: Fluff, Angst (if you squint), Pre-Timeskip || ❇️ Word Count: 3.7k ❇️ Masterlist: Link

Miya Atsumu was at a loss.

Honestly speaking his problem wasn’t all that complicated, but the setter was so close to losing his mind over it that even his twin was starting to feel sorry for him.

Atsumu had a crush on you. You, who sat beside him in class, who - in his point of view - never gave him the time of day.

It had started during his second year, he couldn’t remember exactly when, but he does remember how it happened. It was a completely normal interaction, really. Atsumu asked to borrow your notes because he fell asleep in the middle of class and you agreed to lend it to him, but what piqued his interest was what came after.

When he returned your notes to you he had half expected you to hold his attention, flirt or make small talk like all the other girls did, but all you did was take your notebook back, flipped through it to check nothing was amiss and looked at him with a bored expression before saying, “Don’t fall asleep in class again. I’m not going to make a habit of lending you my notes for the entire year, Miya-san.”

And that was it.

Frankly, he had no idea why he even started liking you after that. Perhaps your aloofness felt like a breath of fresh air when compared to other girls, always so noisy and crowding him wherever he went. You, on the other hand, kept to yourself most of the time and didn’t like gossip, but that didn’t mean you were unapproachable. You were deemed as one of the most responsible people in class, and Atsumu noticed how people would ask for your help from time to time.

What confused him though was how compliant you were to them, but not him. If someone asked to borrow your pen you’d lend it to them, but when he was the one asking he’d get a “You’re so forgetful, Miya-san” or “Why didn’t you bring your own” and it was so frustrating!

He had tried multiple times to get close to you, but it all ended in failure. You’d cut conversations short or decline his invitation of spending lunch together - and every time he was so close to giving up his stupid crush on you and moving on, but you always gave him a reason to try again.

There was one time where he saw you petting a stray kitten with the softest expression on your face, and he couldn’t get the image out of his head for days. Or sometimes, when he glanced over your direction during class, you’d have a small pout on your lips from solving a math problem. You also tend to tilt your head ever so slightly when you were confused, which he found adorable. You didn’t smile a lot but when you did he swears it has the power to light up the room. There was also your laugh and, oh man, it was the most angelic thing he’s ever heard. And then there was—

It was safe to say that Atsumu had fallen for you. Hard.

Too bad it didn’t seem the same for you.

“Why doesn’t she like me?!” Atsumu had groaned after practice one day, slumping over on the gym floor beside his brother.

Osamu was already used to this, so he didn’t even bother looking over as the blonde continued to complain. “Maybe it’s cause your personality’s garbage.” He bluntly says.

“Shaddup, ‘Samu! I’m plenty nice to her but she just keeps shootin’ me down every time! Sometimes she doesn’t even look at me when I’m tryin’ to talk to her!”

“Ah, she finds you ugly then.”

“We have the same face!”

“What are you two yelling about now?” Suna interjects, walking towards the two with his phone in hand.

“It’s L/N again.” Osamu answers, “It’s always L/N. What else would ‘Tsumu be rantin’ about?” He hears his brother groan again before continuing, a smirk playing on his lips. “Ya know she calls me ‘Osamu’ but she calls ‘Tsumu ‘Miya-san’?”

Atsumu frowns, “She even called me ‘Miya-san’ right after I said she could call me ‘Atsumu’ too!”

His brother laughs. “‘No, thank you. I’ll stick with ‘Miya-san’ instead’  is what she said.” Osamu recalls while Atsumu lets out a yell of frustration. “Didn’t even waste a second. That was hilarious.”

The middle blocker hums, already accustomed to how much Atsumu brings up his failed attempts at making friends with you. He usually doesn’t poke his nose into other people’s business, but even he was getting annoyed by how much the blonde kept complaining every day.

“You should probably give up.” Suna finally decides to say, glancing over to Atsumu for a second before his eyes shift back to his phone. “Y/N’s pretty stubborn. If she doesn’t like you now then she probably wouldn’t like you any time soon.”

“Wha—! Yer on first name basis with her?!” Atsumu cries. “Since when?!”

“If ya keep shoutin’ Kita-san’s gonna hear ya.” Osamu interjects, but his brother ignores him in favor of glaring at Suna.

Suna sighs, “Uh, since we were classmates in our first year? She got transferred to your class this year but we still talk about video games sometimes and send each other memes.”

“How’d you get her to be friends with ya??”

“I don’t know, I was nice to her?”

Atsumu grumbles at this, running both hands through his hair. “But I’m nice to her!” He says. “I literally haven’t done anythin’ to make her hate me but she does anyway! How can I ask her out on a date if she doesn’t even wanna be friends with me?! This ain’t fair!”

Without looking up from his phone Suna responds, “You called her a ‘noisy pig’ and to ‘get lost’ when you briefly met, but sure.”

Time suddenly stops for him as he lets Suna’s words sink in. “… What?”

“M’not repeating myself.”

“I haven’t even met her before the year started!”

“Maybe you don’t remember, but she clearly does.” Suna sighs, and when he realizes that Atsumu wasn’t going to leave him alone without an explanation he continues, “I don’t know much, but I remember Y/N saying you bumped into her at the classroom door and yelled at ‘er.”

Atsumu continues to think but can’t for the life of him recall the event. Sure, he’s brushed off countless girls before, but he doesn’t remember ever doing that to you. “… O-Okay, but you said this was during first year, right? That was ages ago, and I’m plenty nice to her now!” He says, trying to defend himself, but Suna just shakes his head.

“I told you, didn’t I? She’s stubborn.”

“If she’s holdin’ a grudge then it sounds like yer best bet is to apologize to her, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu hums. “But even then she might not care.”

“Wow, that helps so much. Thanks.” Atsumu drawls.

A moment of silence passes before Osamu opens his mouth again.

“… In the end, it really was because of your garbage personality.”

“Yer really lookin’ for a reason to get punched, huh?!”

——

“What is this?”

“Uh…” Atsumu stammers, arm outstretched as he holds out a bottle of your favorite drink to you. He managed to corner you near the vending machines the next day with the intention of apologizing to you for what he did, regardless if he could remember it or not. He really hopes that this would work since he’s literally run out of ideas on how to befriend you. “It’s yer favorite..?”

“I can see that, Miya-san,” You flatly say, crossing your arms over your chest. “I’m asking why you’re trying to give it to me.”

“It’s a peace offerin’!”

“A peace offering…”

“Y-Yeah!” Atsumu watches as your eyes narrow in suspicion. “Y’know, for what I did… Last year?”

You click your tongue, making him jolt, and tear your gaze away for him in favor of glaring to the side. It’s the first time he’s ever seen you show any other emotion in front of him other than indifference. “Rintarou, that jerk. I told him not to bother.” You mutter, but he definitely hears it.

Atsumu frowns, drawing his arm back and playing with the bottle in his hand. “Hey, ya don’t know if Suna was the one that told me–”

“Who else would tell you if not him?” You snap, looking back at him. “I’m not stupid, Miya-san, I know you two are in the same volleyball club.”

“A-Alright, yeah, he told me…” Atsumu confesses, not wanting to push his luck. You looked ready to shove him aside and walk away at any moment, and he didn’t want that.  

A beat passes before you sigh. “So, now what? You obviously forgot about it, so why’re you suddenly bringing it up now.”

“Yeah, I forgot about it.” He admits, “But now that I know I did somethin’ to offend ya I’m tryin’ to apologize. So… here.” Atsumu holds out the bottle again, watching as your eyes briefly glance at it then back up to him.

“…What if I don’t want your apology?”

“Ugh, why not?!” Atsumu groans, albeit a bit too loudly, and misses the way you flinch at the sudden change in volume. He runs a hand through his hair, “What’s it gonna take for ya to forgive me?! M’sorry, okay?! What more do ya want?!”

“W-Why are you yelling..?!” You exclaim in a hushed tone, trying to get him to quiet down, but the blonde wasn’t having any of it. “Why do you even care if I forgive you or not? You’ve got other friends, right? People that like you - It doesn’t make a difference if I don’t!”

“But it does!”

“Be quiet, Miya-san, you’re going to attract attention–”

“I’m tryin’ my best here, can’t ya see?!” Atsumu rants, frustrations finally getting to him as he continues to talk despite your efforts in calming him down. “Sure, I was a jerk to ya once, but that was one time! I’ve been nothin’ but nice to ya since the school year started and I’m here right now tryin’ to apologize now that I know I did somethin’ wrong!”

“Miya-san, please settle down–”

“I don’t remember what happened back then, okay?! Suna said I yelled at ya, but I don’t remember! Lots o’ girls keep botherin’ me all the time so I probably bumped into ya and thought you were one of them - and again, m’sorry! C’mon, yer drivin’ me up a wall here!”

“Why is this even so important to you?!” You ask, complete confusion written all over your face as you inevitably end up shouting just as loud as him to get his attention. “Why is it so important that I forgive you—“

“BECAUSE I CAN’T ASK YA TO GO ON A DATE WITH ME IF YA HATE ME NOW, CAN I?!”

The both of you suddenly freeze, and Atsumu realizes a little too late what he just blurted out.

“W-Wait, that’s not–! I mean, I wasn’t supposed to say that– Not that I’m lyin’ or anythin’ but, u-uhh..! Well, uhm–” He babbles, unsure of how he was going to cover up his words now that he’s yelled it out right in your face.

You, on the other hand, stare at him wordlessly, eyes wide and completely taken by surprise. If anyone told you that Miya Atsumu was ever even minisculely interested in you, you would’ve laughed - but here he was, trying to find an excuse as to why he just yelled that he wanted to take you out on a date.

Frankly speaking, you never really hated him.

Dislike? Yes.

Hate? No.

With the exception of your first meeting you just found him annoying, mostly due to the fact that he always had those fangirls of his close by. They’d crowd at the classroom door during breaks and make so much noise it irritated you, and since you sat right beside him in class then it meant that you were subjected to most of the noise whenever they came around to leave their gifts and love letters.

Now, you weren’t blind. You knew why those girls were so taken with him, and you didn’t blame them. Miya was easy on the eyes and, at times, seemed quite charming. He had this lazy smile on his face whenever he talked to you, and perhaps you would’ve been kinder to him if you didn’t know how rude he was.

You knew that Miya was prideful, competitive, confident, and an all around show off since Rintarou would message you about the volleyball club from time to time. He knew your dislike for the setter, so he’d sometimes send you random pictures and videos, a lot of which include said setter messing up or getting told off by their captain.

There was also the time that the middle blocker sent you a video of the twins brawling. You were concerned at first, but when you learned the reason was because the blonde started hurling insults at his brother you supposed he deserved getting drop kicked from behind.

“He’s not a bad person,” Rintarou told you one day while you were having lunch together, “He’s stupid at times and has a big head, but he’s not all that bad. Maybe you should try to get along with him already. He’s always complaining to us.”

“No, thanks.” You scoff, shaking your head. “Besides, he’ll get tired eventually.”

You knew a lot of things about Miya Atsumu, but never in your life would you have thought that he’d be such a fumbling, blushing mess when asking someone out, and you out of all people.

“H-Hey,” You start, silently cursing yourself for stuttering. “This isn’t funny, Miya-san. I don’t appreciate being messed with.”

Atsumu looks at you, eyebrows scrunched together in a frown. “I’m not messin’ with ya, I swear!” He says, and you hear the nervousness in his voice.

“Why me?” You quietly ask, letting out an exasperated sigh at this whole situation. “You have lots of girls that want you to ask them out, so why’re you going for someone who doesn’t like you?”

“I… I don’t know.” He huffs, putting a hand behind his neck as his gaze lands on the ground. “I suppose it’s cause yer different? Yer not like those girls that follow me around. They’re so noisy and talk too much. I appreciate their support and all but they get too close a lot of the time and I feel like suffocatin’ whenever there’s too many of ‘em.”

You blink, absorbing this new information. You had always assumed that he liked all the attention he got from his fangirls. Never once had it crossed your mind that he didn’t like having them around… Then again, he did mention thinking you were one of those girls way back during first year.

“But ya don’t act like that with me.” He continues, “I mean, I guess it’s cause ya don’t like me, but the difference was refreshin’… For once I didn’t have a girl who was throwin’ themselves at me. I thought ‘hey, maybe if I play my cards right then she’d give me a shot’, but then you wouldn’t give me anythin’ to work with…”

You frown, mostly at yourself, and looking back maybe you could’ve been a bit nicer to him. Perhaps you judged Miya Atsumu too quickly.

“I know ya don’t like me and I’ve tried to distract myself from ya, get rid of this dumb crush, but…” Atsumu trails off, sighing. You note that the tips of his ears turn a darker shade of red. “Whenever I see ya talkin’ to someone, givin’ them that cute smile of yours or laughin’ so prettily… Makes me wanna be on the receivin’ end of that, y’know?”

“Don’t call me pretty.” You blurt out, turning your head to one side to hide the growing blush on your cheeks.

Atsumu lets out a chuckle, giving you a lopsided grin. “Sorry, no can do. Can’t lie to ya now, can I?” He says. Noticing your flustered state, he adds, “Yer real pretty - Even when you were snappin’ and glarin’ me earlier ya still managed to look like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Didn’t take you for a masochist.” You retort, trying to get him to stop complimenting you so much. You weren’t used to this at all.

“I think ya looked kinda hot too—“

“Miya-san!”

He laughs, and you didn’t expect to feel so relieved when you see his smile return to his face. The blonde was always smiling whenever he talked to you, so seeing anything but a smile was worrying, to say the least.

You surprised him when you snatched the bottle from his hand, glaring at the drink as you contemplated your next words. “You’re really not messing with me?” You ask, side-eyeing him warily. “This isn’t a prank?”

“I swear it ain’t.” He answers, patiently waiting for your response.

“… I still don’t think I can fully trust you,” you start, and you see him visibly deflate and you quickly add, “B-But I guess I could start by forgiving you.”

Atsumu’s eyes widen and he takes a step towards you. “R-Really?!”

“Calm down! Yes, I forgive you!” You jump, not used to him being so close. “I-It’s the least I could do, right? After all, you just confessed and everything… Even yelled that you wanted to ask me out.”

“Ah, right… I did do that, huh?” He sighs, not really knowing how to move forward after that. He could already hear his brother’s voice calling him lame.

“I… I guess I can manage that.” You state.

He blinks. “Huh? What’s that mean?”

“I-I admit I’ve misjudged you, and we could use the opportunity to get to know each other,” you explain, twirling a strand of your hair around your finger to distract yourself from his gaze, “Plus I’d be a real jerk if I didn’t give you a chance after everything you said… B-Basically, what I’m trying to say is that we… could go on a date.”

“YOU’LL GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!”

You shush, giving him a glare, but Atsumu was over the moon with your answer that there was no way he could hold back on his excitement. He was beaming, giving you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen. It made him look like a giant puppy.

“Don’t expect too much out of it!” You cough, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks were getting as you opened the bottle in your hand to take a drink.

This doesn’t phase him however, as Atsumu was already thinking of where to take you, hoping that he could impress you enough to take you on more dates in the future.

“If it’s a date then can I hold yer hand the whole time?” He asks, a smile still present on his face.

You almost choke on your drink, making him laugh as you angrily said, “I just told you not to expect too much!” But again, this does nothing to erase the giddiness he was so obviously displaying. You huff, a bit surprised by how quickly his mood changed by just agreeing to go on a date with him. You supposed it was a good thing, especially since you’ve started seeing him differently from before.

“Let’s head back to class,” you sigh, checking the time, “I don’t wanna be late for next period.”

“Wait!” He says, stopping you before you could take a single step. Atsumu takes out his phone, staring at you expectantly, and it takes you a second before you understand what he’s getting at. The two of you take a moment to exchange numbers and Atsumu’s heart jumps when he receives a ping from you, confirming that it is indeed your number plugged into his phone.

You lean over to check Atsumu’s phone screen, frowning, which doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “What’s wrong?” He gulps, afraid he did something to upset you again.

“… You can call me Y/N now, if you want.”

“Wha—! Yer finally lettin’ me?!” Atsumu thinks his heart can’t handle much more surprises today, especially since he got you to forgive and agree to go on a date with him. And now you’re letting him call you by your first name?

Atsumu thinks his heart might actually burst from it all.

“Y-Yeah, well, since I’ve forgiven you now there’s no real reason for me to keep telling you to call me L/N all the time.” You mumble, “And, uh, I guess… I guess I’ll start calling you ‘Atsumu’ from now on too.”

Was it possible to die from too much happiness? Because he definitely feels like he’s getting dangerously close to it.

“D-Do you have some place you wanna go?” He asks, excitedly changing your contact name and secretly putting a heart beside it. “For our date, I mean.”

You hum, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible when in reality you’re still pretty nervous about this whole ordeal. “Not really. I’m pretty good with anything, but don’t go overboard.”

“Okay,” he nods, “I’ll think of a few things and text you about it tonight?” That was kind of a lie. He’s already thought of at least a dozen different places he could take you to but he keeps that to himself.

“Sounds good.” You agree, silently scolding yourself at how curious you already were for what he was planning. Shaking your head, you wave your hand for him to follow. “C’mon, let’s go already. The bell’s gonna go off soon.”

You weren’t even three steps away when you hear him again, and it takes your entire self control not to hurl your drink at him.

“Y/N!” Atsumu says, a big grin on his face, “If I do good on our date will you let me kiss ya?”

“Atsumu, shut up!”

Atsumu follows you back to class, laughing at your scowling, red face, feeling the happiest he’s ever been because finally - thank god, finally -  he’s making some progress with you.

BONUS: “So you finally forgave him, huh?” You hear from your laptop, making you groan. You didn’t even need to be on video call to know that he has an annoying smirk on his face.

“Shut up, Rintarou.”

“Hey, don’t take it out on me.” He chuckles. “Atsumu’s so whipped for you, I swear. He wouldn’t stop bragging about how he finally got a date with you. Osamu was close to spiking a ball in his face.”

“I’m serious.”

“He’s already thinking about more dates, y’know? Anniversary dates too.”

“I will end this call, I swear to god!”

“Even said he’d get you to marry him someday–”

CLICK! [CALL ENDED]

A/N: I didn’t think this would be this long lmao;; I wrote this halfway then continued about a week after so the continuity of it all might be a bit weird but I think it’s good, so I hope people do too! (Added Note: I reuploaded this cause it wasn’t showing up in the tags for some reason?? It’s been a full day and it never popped up)

[pinklacedarling]

🏐 JUST MAYBE 🏐

🏐 Pairing: Kageyama x F!Reader 🏐 Summary: Kageyama needs some help with class and fortunately you’re there to lend a hand. 🏐 Contents: Fluff, Pre-Timeskip || 🏐 Word Count: 1k 🏐 Masterlist: Link

“Did you need something, Kageyama-kun?”

Kageyama nervously crinkled the notebook in his hands, playing with the edges as he struggled to maintain eye contact with you. The first year setter managed to get another failing mark on his test, and instead of tagging along with Hinata to get help from Yachi like he usually did he decided to ask help from you instead - his reason being that since the two of you were classmates and sat right next to each other it’d be easier to get your help as opposed to going to a different classroom every time, plus you always had high marks on your exams too.

It definitely wasn’t because he had a crush on you. Nope, absolutely not! That would be ridiculous!

It wasn’t because he found your laugh cute or your clumsiness endearing, or how adorably your face would scrunch up after you made a little sneeze. And it definitely, absolutely was not due to the fact that you had given him your extra yogurt drink because you caught him staring at the one in your hands a few weeks ago.

He stood there beside your desk looking down at you with a troubled expression, and when he didn’t answer you the first time you spoke up again.

“Kageyama-kun?”

“Ah!” He jumped slightly, gripping his notebook as he focused back on you. “U-uhm… Can you, uh— I mean, will you… Erm…”

Your eyes softened, making the tips of his ears redden, and he watched as your eyes glanced down at his hands and back up again. “Do you need some help with the last lesson?”

“Y-yes! If that’s alright with you..!”

The smile you gave him had his heart jumping around his chest, and he had to force himself not to look so excited over something so simple as studying. 

“Sure! I have some time right now, if you want?”

Kageyama nods, awkwardly moving his desk and chair around so that he could sit face to face with you while you looked through his notes.

“Kageyama-kun, your penmanship needs work.” He hears you say, and he’d be more upset at that had it not been for the small giggle that left your lips. 

The two of you spent lunch break together going over the lesson. Kageyama was thankful for the fact that you were patient with him even if he got something wrong multiple times, unlike Tsukishima who’d probably just insult him, but he’d never admit it was because he was distracted by you. 

He couldn’t help it, you just looked so cute! The way you nibbled on the straw from your juice box only made you cuter, so it was hard for him to concentrate - but again, it’s not because he has a crush on you, no!

Kageyama glared down at his scribbled handwriting, willing himself to stop staring at you unless he wanted to be called a creep.

He was so focused on his notes that he didn’t notice you sliding something over to him until it nudged the back of his hand. Kageyama blinks, shifting his gaze until it lands on the milk box in front of him.

“You like these, don’t you?” You asked him, still nibbling on your straw. “I always see you drinking yogurt or milk from the vending machines, but since you’re spending break here you didn’t get to buy any, right?”

“I-Is it really okay..?” He asks, wide eyed and surprised, as he took the drink in his hands. It was his favorite brand too.

You hum, nodding your head. “Yeah, it’s no biggie! I usually have two drinks cause I get hungry at the end of the day, but I’ll just buy another on the way home.”

Pressing his lips together in an attempt to hold back a smile - because of the milk box, not you, he reminds himself - Kageyama quickly moves to remove the plastic from the straw, fumbling a bit before he manages to finally take a sip. He fails to notice how he’s relaxed more now as compared to earlier, but seeing the faintest bit of pink on your cheeks had his own cheeks heating up, and he feels really stupid for choking on his drink because of it.

It had made you laugh though, so he supposed it was fine.

Unfortunately there wasn’t enough time to go over all the material as the bell signalled the end of lunch break, students coming in and filling the classroom with idle chatter before the teacher arrived. 

Kageyama moved his desk back to its proper spot, stretching his arm to place your notebook back on your desk, but you raised your hand before he could do so.

“Take it home with you today.” You told him, “You didn’t get to copy everything, right? We don’t have an exam coming up so you can copy them and give it back tomorrow.”

The setter nods, trying his best not to stutter as he thanked you again and carefully tucked your notebook away in his bag. 

“Uhm…” Kageyama started, drawing your attention one more time before class resumed. “I’ll pay you back— For the drink, I mean! And, uh, for the notes too...”

You let out a breathy chuckle and this makes him tense as he waits for your response. “If I remember correctly, you owe me for two drinks.” You hum, giving him a grin.

He opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off. 

“You have volleyball after school, right?” He nods, a bit confused, but stays silent as you continue. “I have club activities too, so come with me to Sakanoshita Mart afterwards. You can buy me some snacks and my favorite yogurt and we’ll call it even, ‘kay?” 

“Ah, of course! Yes! Sure! I’ll do that!” Kageyama exclaims all too quickly, visibly excited about the fact that he’d get to spend time with you again, even if it was just for a little bit. 

It doesn’t help his already thumping heart that you give him a bright smile and a promise to wait for him by the school gates later after practice. 

Kageyama thinks that, after casting one last glance at you as the teacher enters the room, okay maybe - just maybe - he has the smallest, tiniest hint of a crush on you. 

A/N: I usually wouldn’t write Kageyama but this was for a friend! It was fun to write how awkward he is lol

[pinklacedarling]

🍙 MEMORIES OF YOU 🍙

🍙 Pairing: Osamu x F!Reader 🍙 Summary: Osamu fondly looks back on your years together. 🍙 Contents: Fluff, Post-Timeskip || 🍙 Word Count: 1.8k 🍙 Masterlist: Link

Osamu liked to look back to when the two of you were still in high school. He remembers how you two met, being partnered together for a project in your first year, and quickly took notice of everything. Everything that is you, to be precise.

Everything from your cute, little mannerisms to how your soft hair framed your face, and especially how your eyes seemed to sparkle whenever he got you your favorite drink from the vending machines. He couldn’t pinpoint why you had fascinated him so much, but Osamu made it a point to learn as much as he could about you. 

He remembers the first time you hung out together, just the two of you. He had taken you to a food fair, finding your company pleasant as conversation flowed between the two of you with ease. He remembers how you laughed at him when he put too much spice on one of his snacks - you teasing him while he proceeded to chug down two bottles of water - before snatching it away to happily finish the rest. Osamu learned the ungodly amount of spice you could handle that day.

Osamu managed to convince you to attend one of his volleyball matches one day. When you admitted to him, over video chat that night after the match, that you knew nothing about volleyball he spent the entire night teaching you about the sport. He was afraid that talking to you about something you had no interest in would push you away, but he was pleasantly surprised when you started asking him about stuff you didn’t understand. It was such a small thing, but seeing you take an interest in one of the few things he liked did weird things to his heart.

It didn’t take long before you were regularly attending his matches - you even took a selfie every time, your face on one side of the frame while the court was seen from the background, and sent it to him as proof that you were there to cheer him and his team on. He could still remember how much Suna had teased him when the middle blocker found out that Osamu had saved all your selfies in a folder on his phone.

The day you got your heart broken was a day Osamu would never forget. He remembers skipping practice, much to his twin’s annoyance, and walking you home. You were quiet during the walk, opting to keep your head low as your cheeks still sported some redness from your crying earlier. He was quiet too, silently cursing the guy that rejected you and wondering why. 

It wasn’t until the two of you were at your front gate did Osamu break the silence. 

“Go out with me instead,” he said, “I can treat ya way better than that scrub.” 

He took you on a date the following weekend, and he could still remember the mixture of emotions that filled his heart when you told him at the end of your date that you were glad you got rejected. 

“S’fine that he rejected me. It’s good, actually, cause we might’ve never gone on this date otherwise...” You had said in a soft tone, eyes refusing to meet his as a blush settled on your cheeks. He remembers how cute you were at that moment, shuffling nervously as you both stood outside your house. He also remembers how you suddenly pulled him down and gave him a peck on the cheek before shouting and promptly slamming your front door in his face. 

“I really like you, and I’m real lucky that you like me too, Mu-mu!” 

Osamu really likes that nickname.

He remembers how you came rushing into the gym one day after he had another fight with Atsumu. He told you that he was fine, but you kept worrying over him and even got him some snacks to make him feel better. He remembers his twin’s voice ringing out, accusing you of playing favorites even though you also got the blonde setter some snacks of his own.

“You’re not my boyfriend, Miya. Mu-mu is!” You had replied, putting emphasis on their surname before sticking out your tongue at him in a childish manner. Osamu would never forget the look of shock and disgust on his brother’s face, nor the fact that you just called him your boyfriend for the very first time. 

He also remembers your first kiss. He had jokingly asked for a good luck kiss before one of his games and was surprised when you agreed. Osamu still felt some embarrassment over it, remembering how, in his nervous state, knocked your foreheads together so hard that it took you both a minute to compose yourselves. You both laughed about it afterwards and got it right on the next try. 

Ever since then, Osamu always asked for a kiss before a game, and you happily obliged. 

The first time you told him you loved him was also an important memory for Osamu. He remembers how distant you’ve been the week prior and it worried him to no end, thinking he might’ve done something to upset you or worse, that you were getting tired of being with him. He managed to corner you after a match, catching you before you managed to get lost in the crowd and leading you two somewhere more quiet. In hindsight, he should’ve asked you calmly instead of demanding what was wrong. 

He remembers panicking when he saw tears in your eyes, shooting out apologies for shouting at you so suddenly. Turns out it was all just a misunderstanding. You explained to him, through your tears, that you were having a hard time with your homework the past week, and with a match coming up you didn’t want to bother him about it. Osamu instantly felt guilty for your tears, but also felt relief wash over him. 

“I thought ya might’ve been gettin’ bored of me.” He admitted as he held you close, wiping away the last of your tears. 

You pouted, confusion written all over your face. “Osamu, you idiot, I’d never get bored of you! I love you, after all!”

Osamu froze at that, his brain trying to process what you had just said, so casually too. He didn’t respond for a while as he stared down at you, watching as you tilted your head at his silence. 

He managed to stutter out an ‘I love ya too’ after a while, the tips of his ears growing red, and you wouldn’t stop teasing him for a month about how he stuttered so cutely - one that he vehemently denies every time you bring it up.

There were so many memories of you that Osamu would always let his mind freely wander through them, daydreaming about anything and everything that is you, no matter where he was. Perhaps that’s why you were currently snapping your fingers in front of his face, a worried expression on your features as he focused back on the present.

“Mu-mu, is everything alright?” You asked, brows furrowed as you sat at the bar of an empty Onigiri Miya. There was an empty plate sitting in front of you, telling him that you had finished the extra spicy onigiri he always made for you. “You were spacing out. You’re not overworking yourself again, are you?”

“M’not.” He says, all too quickly for your liking, before taking the plate and cleaning up. 

“Liar!” You accused, and he could clearly see the cute pout on your face despite having his back to you. “Y’know I don’t mind helping you clean up at closing time, right?”

“S’fine, I can handle it.” Osamu made sure everything was in order before circling the counter, wrapping his arms around your waist as you stood from your seat. “Besides, yer tired too, aren’tcha?” You guiltily avoided his eyes, making him chuckle. “You comin’ to pick me up every night is more than enough.” 

He leans down to give you a peck, but immediately recoils once he tastes the spice that still lingered on your lips. “I thought you’re fine with spicy stuff now?” You giggled, watching as he tried to shake it off. 

“I can handle it, but yer on a whole different level when it comes to spice.” He grumbles, ruffling your hair and placing a kiss on your temple before letting you go, opting to hold your hand instead. His eyes flickered down for a second, catching the glint of the golden band that circled one of your fingers.

He smiles. 

You giggle, pulling him outside and humming to yourself as he begins to lock up. “Oh, by the way, ‘Tsumu called me earlier.” He hears you say, “He said that you weren’t answering his messages. Something about attending his next game so he could have free onigiris right after his match. Seriously, your brother’s such a handful!” 

“In a few months he’s gonna be yer brother too, y’know.” Osamu retorts, amused as a look of horror crosses your face.

“Ah, you’re right!” You wailed, dramatically putting a finger under your chin in thought. “Maybe I could still get out of this…” 

Osamu laughs at that, trapping you in his arms. “No way. You already said ‘yes’ so there’s no backin’ out now.” 

He hears you whine, but you snuggle closer to him. “Mmm, you’re right. I’ll tolerate him for you, Mu-mu.” You laugh, “Plus I love you too much to ever leave.”

His heart swells at this. 

“You love me too, don’tcha?” You ask, looking up at him with a cheeky smile, and he takes a moment to appreciate how, even after all your years together, you were still able to mesmerize him with your entire being. 

“Yeah,” he smiles, watching as your cheeks turn pink. “I love ya.”

“Lots and lots?” 

“Lots an’ lots.”

Osamu takes your hand in his again, giving yours a light squeeze before leading you both back home. His mind begins to wander again, to everything the two of you had been through together, and he glances at you beside him. This too, would make a good memory, he thinks. Nevermind how seemingly boring or mundane it was. Any memory with you in it was worth remembering, down to the very last detail.

His mind wanders, and this time he finds himself thinking of the future. Osamu smiles to himself as he thinks about your upcoming birthday, that trip you two had planned together, and even your wedding day. Heck, he even thought about when you might have a child together.

There were so many memories waiting to be made with you, and he’d be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t excited about every single one of them. But there was no need to lie to himself, was there? After all, Osamu loved you, and he’ll continue to love you for years to come.

A/N: My first post! Admittedly I was only going for a drabble, but before I knew it I had typed down so much so I hope whoever reads this likes it!

[pinklacedarling]

❤️🍰 MASTERLIST 🍰❤️

🍰 INTRODUCTION 🍰 Hello, Darling here! I generally like Fluff so most of my writings will probably consist of that - ‘X F!Reader’ scenarios, oneshots and drabbles are going to be my main focus! 🍰 HAIKYUU!! WRITINGS 🍰 Finally (Atsumu x F!Reader) Memories of You (Osamu x F!Reader) Routine (Sakusa x F!Reader) Just Maybe (Kageyama x F!Reader) 🍰 HAIKYUU!! TEXTS 🍰

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