#Aran x reader

[cloudzoro]

He's obsessed with referring to you as his wife.

“My wife showed me this earlier, isn't it cool?” “Guess what my wife did today” “Oh, you think my shirt looks nice? Thanks, my wife bought it for me.”

He makes the people around him feel like they know you just from how much he talks about you. He finds a way to work you into every conversation. He starts to sweat and fears he might break out in hives if he goes a single conversation without mentioning you. The word wife makes his heart squeeze because it's a reminder that you picked him over everyone else and that he gets to have you for the rest of his life.

This doesn't just stay outside the home when he talks to other people; he says it to you just as often. Letters left on the kitchen table addressed to “my lovely wife” or when he playfully slaps your ass and responds to your joking glare with “Can't a guy appreciate his wife?”.

His love for the title also makes it into the bedroom. He leaves kisses all over your heated skin as he tells you how much he loves his pretty wife - how truly beautiful he finds you. His hands interlock with yours as he thrusts into your sweet pussy, and when he feels your wedding ring against his skin, his cock twitches inside you.

Aran Ojiro, Atsumu Miya, Daichi Sawamura, Hajime Iwaizumi, Satori Tendou, Ace Portgas, Smoker, Choso Kamo, Kento Nanami, Roy Mustang, Maes Hughes, Jean Havoc

masterlist

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[sukumna]

┌─ .✦ DOES INARIZAKI PREFER BRATS OR GOOD GIRLS?

best haikyuu team??? best haikyuu team 🙂‍↕️.

— OSAMU MIYA, loves a sweet, obedient good girl who listens, cooks with him, and blushes when praised. melts when you say “yes sir,” or follow instructions without hesitation. he loves to spoil you with soft touches and gentle dominance, but he’s firm when needed. the better you are, the more rewards you get. he makes you feel like his everything. “there ya go, sweetheart. knew you could listen.”

— SUNA RINTAROU, a quiet brat. the subtle eye rolls, smirks, and passive disobedience, he finds brats entertaining. the type to not react right away, but he’s definitely keeping score. you’ll pay for it later, you always do. he stores every little challenge away like ammo. later, when you least expect it, he’ll flip the switch and make you pay for every eye-roll. quiet, cold payback. “you done?”

— MIYA ATSUMU, a brat. only because he thrives off the chase. he loves the attitude, the teasing, the fight for control. the more you sass, the more he smirks. he’ll tease, edge, deny—make you earn your pleasure. The more you pout, the more he grins. loves turning you into a moaning mess. “oh? that mouth’s real loud for someone who’s gonna be beggin’ in five minutes.”

— KITA SHINSUKE, the most respectful, sweet good girl. he does not entertain brats. he’s calm, composed, and very traditional. he wants someone respectful, disciplined, and eager to serve—not challenge him. he’s all about structure. loves a girl who kneels without being told, keeps her eyes down, and takes his guidance seriously. his control is quiet but absolute—and he’s so soft when you obey. “If you can’t behave, you don’t deserve my hands on you.”

— ARAN OJIRO, a brat with a lot of sass. he’s chill. real laid-back. but a little attitude? he loves that. It makes things interesting. he’ll match your energy—laugh with you, banter—but the moment it crosses a line, his voice drops. his hand tightens. that grip turns punishing. he makes brats feel small, but safe. wrecked, but cherished. “you keep talkin’ like that, baby, and I’m gonna have to remind you who you belong to.”

[kitasgloves]

Wassup Suki, Wassup Bullet

Kageyama, Tsukishima, Kenma, Iwaizumi, Akaashi, Ushijima, Kita, Osamu

Wassup Riri, Wassup Rocky

Daichi, Kuroo, Oikawa, Matsukawa, Semi, Atsumu, Suna, Aran, Sakusa

Hi Barbie, Hi Ken

Hinata, Hanamaki, Bokuto, Tendou, Komori, Hoshiumi

[kurooh]

I SAW RECS R OPEN YAAAY!! can i req morning sex w inarizaki boys where reader wakes them up bc shes needy?

if its too much, just with suna plspls? <3

☆ HIT IT IN THE MORNING ! — HAIKYUU

⊹₊˚. featuring miya atsumu, miya osamu, aran ojiro, kita shinsuke, & suna rintarou messin’ around with you when the morning rolls around.

warnings. 18+ content — mdni, fem! reader, consensual somnophilia, oral sex, cuddlefucking, creampies, squirting, minor stomach bulges, some fluff, prone bone.

xoxo, juno. hi!! this request is from summer 2024 & i really hope you see this nonnie 💘 i’m so sorry i didn’t get to this sooner

MIYA ATSUMU.

atsumu’s the heaviest sleeper around, sighing contentedly every now and then as he cycles through his dream, eyebrows jumping up and twitching when it only seems to grow more pleasant. it takes a little longer than it should for him to finally stir, his first yawn melting into a soft moan when he registers the sight between his legs.

this is when he wonders if he’s toeing the precipice of sleep and consciousness, too delighted to believe that this is a dream until you pull off of his cock with a pop. “good morning, tsumu,” you purr, a smile playing on your spit slick lips while you dip your head toward his glistening tip. “sleep well, baby?”

atsumu’s head falls back against the pillows when you take him in your mouth, unbearably tight and oh so hot. blond hair fans out around his head, reminiscent of a halo. “mornin’ to you too,” he chokes out, swallowing dryly, “haah, damn—that’s my girl. g-gonna make me cum like a—okay, shit.”

he can’t hear the giggle, but he sees the amusement dart across your face as you purposefully push harder, forcing his cock another inch deeper. from your place between his thighs—the best seat in the fuckin’ house—atsumu looks gorgeous, with his mussed hair, lidded eyes, and flushed cheeks.

“y’know, ‘s actually rude to laugh at yer husband if he stutters. if i wasn’t gonna—oh, oh—spread those pretty thighs right after this, i’d give ya somethin’ to laugh about.”

with a white-knuckled grip, atsumu fists the sheets between his fingers, fighting every instinct to jerk up into your mouth and make you choke. but you make it look like it’s too easy, gagging quietly and not even tearing up when it happens. frustrated, atsumu shoves a hand through his hair, yanking roughly at the tufts, just like you do whenever you’re on his lap and giving him a kiss.

“ya better be teasin’ me right now,” he says—whines—without any heat behind it. “d-don’t make me drag ya on top of me, babe.”

he nearly rips his hair out, back flying up and off the bed when you swallow around him. the squeeze of your throat and your audible struggle is almost too much for him to take—he might actually cum so hard he puts himself right back to sleep.

in order to save himself the embarrassment and give you the princess treatment you deserve, atsumu pauses, willing himself not to be greedy. his clammy palms settle on your shoulders, and he bites back a moan upon seeing the slight bulge in your throat.

“‘kay, wait—lemme eat ya at the same time, sweetheart. get up here.”

MIYA OSAMU.

“���m so thankful i get to wake up next to ya every day. even better when yer the one wakin’ me up, my pretty lil sexomniac.”

“call me that again and i’m leaving this room before you can finish the sentence,” you snap, voice weaker than you’d like it to be, “don’t—fuck—test me, samu.”

osamu only snickers from above you, finding your threat ridiculous in its entirety. you wouldn’t voluntarily try to leave, and it’s not like you really could either; he’s pressing his chest to your back while he rocks his hips into you, both stretching and filling your cunt deliciously. with your hips and abdomen flat against the bed, he’s able to push deeper than usual—just as ‘he’ did in your dream, and it clearly had an impact on you. you’ve been together for years, but this is the first time you’ve woken up half naked and grinding all over a surprised though pleased osamu.

“uh huh,” he drawls, and his tip presses against your cervix in a filthy sort of french kiss. “well, ‘s nothing to be ashamed of, baby. and hey, i know ya wouldn’t go that fuckin’ easy, ya hate openin’ the restaurant on weekends.”

“in my dream, work didn’t exist,” you say blandly, growing impatient with his lack of energy. yes, it’s a saturday morning, but osamu said he’d fuck you the way the dream version of him did, and this is far from it. “stop teasing me and fuck me like you mean it, samu.”

a laugh bursts out of him, but soft hands find the curves of your hips and squeeze, blunt nails digging into your skin. “when’d ya get so bossy, angel?” and before you can retort something back, he follows up with, “not that ‘m complaining, though. ya tellin’ me what to do turns me on.”

you keen loudly when osamu goes from one to a hundred, ears ringing with the sharp smacks of skin against skin. heat surges through his body when he buries himself to the hilt inside you, groaning at the tight, all-encompassing squeeze of your cunt around him—you always take him so well, making enough noise to completely shut out the nagging of responsibilities in the back of his head.

it’s a saturday morning, and osamu is enjoying it to the fullest with you. his grip on your body tightens, palms growing damp against your skin.

“swear ya were fuckin’ made for it, angel,” a groan surges out of his chest, shaking his entire torso under its pressure, “i jus’ can’t get enough of ya, yer always drivin’ me crazy.”

he’s folded over you, burning face pressed into the crease of your neck while he babbles endlessly. everything he’s saying makes your stomach twist with arousal, but what makes it feel even better is the fact that all of it is true—the fit of your bodies couldn’t allude to anything else, and you do drive him a little insane every day.

“keep that pace ‘n you’ll make me cum, samu,” you pant, clawing your fingers into his hair, “mmmh, oh my god—g-gonna cum all over you—!”

osamu nods into your neck, rambling more nonsense that eventually fizzles into muffled gasps of affectionate petnames and such. you fall off the edge and straight into liquid euphoria soon after, gushing all over his cock with a pitched whine. and goddamn, he’s so lucky to cum deep inside you at the same time, gushing against your cervix while your walls milk him for everything he’s got. as he rides out the high, weakly bucking his hips into your ass, osamu holds you closely.

an irritating, grating sound (his ringtone that atsumu set for him) splits the pleasant come down in half and he groans, half collapsing on top of you. “have the manager open today,” you purr, more convincing than you should be, “i don’t wanna leave the bed just yet.” then, more quietly afterward, “also, my legs are numb.”

ARAN OJIRO.

“this good, baby?” aran murmurs into your neck, voice thick with sleep as a warm palm smooths over your abdomen, “feelin’ me here?”

absolutely, you are. he’s big, and not completely aware of just how much he’s stretching you out—it’s a tight fit, but you can take it. shuddering with heated bliss, you groan and press back against his chest, “how could i not?”

aran only laughs, easily holding up your leg while his hips slide slow against your ass. “yer cute, always complimentin’ me so much.”

stripes of sunlight scatter over the bed, split by the blinds and illuminating small specks of dust in the air. this is supposed to be a lazy morning, but it only is for one of you—he’s in no rush, opting to draw this out as long as he can before finally making a mess of you. his movements are slow and languid, endlessly aggravating.

as if he can hear your complaining, aran allows his fingers to coast down your belly and toward your aching clit. you cry out with relief, clawing at the sheets when he finally touches you, unceremoniously pressing the pad of his thumb into your clit. it’s only a light bit of pressure, but damn—sparks of heat burst along your spine and shoot straight to your pelvis.

your voice cracks over the words, hips chasing his touch. “ooh, r-right there.”

“right thereee?” he parrots, in a voice that makes your pussy throb with sheer need. warmth races to your cheeks and sizzles in your stomach, right where his hand had been—it’s not quite the same sensation, but your hand settles there. a gasp tears out of your throat when you actually feel him, his cock leaving an aran-shaped impression inside you.

“oh, oh my god,” your lower lip quavers, an audible tremble pushing through your words, “you’re jus’ so fucking deep, i can’t—”

“heh, and to think ya thought we just couldn’t go slow,” as each word leaves him, his thumb moves over your clit a little faster. “i’ll make ya cum hard just like this. whaddaya think, baby?”

“i want to,” breathless and teary, you nod frantically, feeling your toes curl as the arousal burns a crater in your stomach, “please, need you to keep going. hngh, it’s—it’s so damn good.”

aran’s voice is soft still, but a touch more suave now that he’s finally pushed past the sleepiness. strong and accentuated with veins, his forearm flexes as he pushes further between your trembling thighs. “that good, huh? good enough to make ya cry?”

a breathy yes! tumbles out of you, and aran continues, enjoying the intermittent spasming of your pussy. now that he’s completely focusing on you, there’s less movement of his hips, although he does push up every now and then to make you mewl.

“yeah, yes,” you stutter out, feeling a thin sheen of sweat starting to form on your forehead, “g-getting closer, don’t you dare stop.”

aran can both see and feel you digging the heel of your hand into that soft spot on your lower stomach. such a simple technique, and yet it amplifies every single sensation to the max—tears spring to the corners of your eyes, and he knows you definitely won’t be able to hold out much longer.

pleasure looks ethereal on you, complimenting your already pretty features and flattering you in a way that makes his heart swell. it’s all for him, all because of him—fuck, he could cum to just the thought.

so aran holds off, letting you twist and sob on his cock while your hips struggle to decide on chasing his touch or running away from it. there’s so much sensitivity that it might just send you into overstimulation before orgasm, something you haven’t experienced together yet.

“cumming, i’m gonna cum,” you squeal, voice breaking and pitching into a whine when the ecstasy washes over you. you can’t quite breathe by the time you’re coming down from your high, trembling all over and yet still thinking about when the next will come. aran presses a chaste kiss to your temple and playfully flicks a finger over your sensitive clit, because he can already grasp what you’re thinking about.

“finally ready to move past the warmup, babygirl? i hope yer not too tired, i haven’t even gotten ta properly fuck ya yet.”

KITA SHINSUKE.

shinsuke sometimes gets hungry at night, so he ends up heading into the kitchen to eat an apple or he’ll push his head between your thighs. he wouldn’t have it any other way until he woke up to your cunt hovering right over his mouth, soaked with bittersweet arousal.

“oh, shin,” you moan, hiccupping over the words, “y’always do me so good—god, yes, jus’ like that!”

his tongue strokes over you again, starting at the bottom of your slit and dragging all the way up to your clit, silky soft yet rough. shinsuke thinks you sound oh so pretty, whining and whimpering for him with your fingers twisting in his hair.

“ride it,” he groans, voice muffled. to make sure you get the memo, he pulls your hips down encouragingly. “use my tongue, sweetheart. yeah, ya got it.”

shinsuke’s proud to let you steal his air away, if it’s for something as meaningful as this—you’re so focused on making use of his tongue that you don’t even notice his hips uselessly rutting up into the air.

the air fills with obscene, wet squelches and the smell of his spit all over your inner thighs. you’re both bending forward and arching back as the impending high sears its way through your entire body in the form of countless sparks of heat. “‘s coming,” you sob, words bunching together, “i - shin, it’s gonna be messy.”

your orgasm crescendos before it finally rips through you, cunt squirting waterfalls all over him. shinsuke desperately laves his tongue against you, sucking down everything you’re giving him without a shred of hesitation—it’s just so much stimulation that it subverts the length of your high, and a delightful shriek tears out of your throat.

“shin,” you plead, lower lip wobbling as you try to twist your hips away, but to no avail. he’s got you, and he intends to finish this meal, just like he’s always been taught. “i won’t—shit, i can’t cum again just yet! if you’d wait a second—”

mercifully, he loosens his grip on your hips but still doesn’t allow you to go. he looks up, an eyebrow raised expectantly as though he doesn’t believe you. no nonsense as always, it seems.

“ya can and ya will,” he says simply, shutting you up before returning to flicking his tongue against your twitching pussy. now that you’re more lucid than before, you’re able to pick up on the noisy creaking coming from beneath you. it’s when you swivel your head around that you actually notice the dampening spot on the front of his boxers—white cum seeping through the fabric.

shinsuke kind of notices you looking and feels his cheeks grow a degree warmer. it’s nothing to be embarrassed of, he knows, but still.. maybe he can help ease the process of forgetting along with another orgasm or two.

he clears his throat, letting the tip of his tongue circle your clit. “eyes on me, c’mon. we ain’t done just yet.”

SUNA RINTAROU.

“rin,” you whisper-hiss, voice scratchy with sleep and tight with unmistakable desperation. “open your eyes.”

‘is there a fire?’ is the first thing he thinks, until he blinks the sleep out of his cloudy eyes and sees the genuine distress on your face, feels you sitting directly on top of his hard cock. the need for friction is intoxicating, especially with such thin layers of fabric between your bodies, and—wait. rintarou can actually feel himself leaking precum through his boxers, and there’s a damp spot forming right where you’re sitting on him.

“aw, baby,” rintarou says dryly, palm lazily skimming over your bare thigh, “thought you had enough earlier. what happened?”

“well,” you begin hastily, fingers slipping under his waistband to tug the clothing away inch by inch, “i was really hot, so i woke up, and i was still soaked from earlier. also, you were humping my ass.”

if rintarou wasn’t as tired as he is from having fucked you in more than three different positions, he’d playfully push you off him for making him sound like a dog with a stuffed animal. instead, he settles on wrinkling his nose emphatically, hand dropping back to the mattress.

“okay. just for that, i’m not helping you out over here.”

you deflate, having just lifted his boxers almost off of his thighs. him and his damn attitude, always acting up in your moments of need. rintarou mentally takes a photo of your disappointed face and saves it into his long term memory, thoroughly pleased with himself.

“nooo,” you whine, debauched, and his dick starts to get harder. “what if i ride you?”

because he’s too petty for his own good, rintarou mimics your tone with a smirk on his face. “yesss. you can try, but it’s not like you can handle it.”

“uh huh,” you look down your nose at him, all while angling his cock so you can sit down on it. rintarou’s breath hitches in his throat when your pussy swallows him whole, hot and tight and so damn wet as it squeezes firmly around him. you huff out a breath, throwing him a proud look—but he notices the pinch of your brows, the minute tremble of your lower lip. “see? what was i just saying, rin?”

“right,” he says, folding his arms behind his head to sit and watch. that same snark makes its way through just the one word, and you’re determined to fuck it right out of him—so you set your hands on his chest and properly plant your feet on the bed, on either side of him.

“holy fuck, rin,” you mewl, sounding like some kind of fucking pornstar, all natural and operating off of sheer lust, “you’re hittin’—yes, right there!”

sweat blossoms between your thighs and his, allowing for more slip n slide as you slam down on him with enough force to rattle him to his core. rintarou’s never been fucked before, but this is definitely something he could get used to—his cock seems to be thinking along the same lines, having the audacity to throb with sensitivity this quickly.

your babbling continues, growing filthier and filthier the more you lose yourself in the moment. there’s something so delicious about the way you’re taking what you want from him, and the realization ignites an inferno in the pit of his chest. “s-so deep, that’s it,” he sees your pretty eyes roll back the millisecond his tip plunges into a soft, spongy spot somewhere around your cervix, “i could just—i could cum just from this.”

rintarou realizes that you’ve woken his ass all the way up, and you’re also proving him wrong, doing both at the same time. what is he supposed to say, now that you’ve got him choking on his own words? he absolutely knows his fate is sealed when a bitten moan slips out of him and you arch a brow in response.

“what did i tell you, rin?” you ask smugly, voice still strained as you brush a hand along his clenching abs, “deep down, y’know i can handle you.”

[semifilms]

SEMI, SUGAWARA, osamu, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, ARAN, USHIJIMA, tsukishima, konoha, KAGEYAMA, kiyoko, KITA, KYOTANI, aone, saeko

[asunflowerana]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

summary: there's an competitor around, and the boys will make sure to let them know who's worthy of your heart.

with: inarizaki team (atsumu, osamu, aran, suna and kita)

n/a: better bring an ice bag for kai. boy's not in a good situation.

⊛ miya atsumu: the show off

It’s unusual for Atsumu to feel insecure. He comprehends how handsome, talented, funny (his brother would disagree) and charming he is,which explains how he became so popular in school. Heck, he even discovered not long ago that he has a fanclub going on online. Based on those facts, it’d be foolish for some boy to try to compete with him. However, that’s not enough to make Kai, one of your classmates, give up on you. And that surely does a good job on getting on the blonde’s nerves, but he’s not a quitter, especially with something — better yet, someone — he’s been wishing for quite a while. 

So, Atsumu uses his best weapon against the enemy: he shows off.

Seriously, that boy looks like a peacock, displaying all of his best features and abilities whenever you’re around, making sure that Kai also gets the hint. He praises you in every opportunity he finds, helps you carry your stuff, gives you sweets and snacks, and even tries to impress you with his physique, either by carrying something heavy, or randomly stretching his body or flexing his biceps. 

But the moment he shines is surely on his volleyball matches. This boy overflows with confidence, making the court his stage to glow, and winning not only the game but a sweet peck of your lips on his cheek, congratulating his win. He gives you a beaming smile, taking a second to cheekily wink at his opponent’s direction, before returning his gaze to the real prize. “It was all for ya, babe.”

⊛ miya osamu: the competitive

Osamu’s also very assured of himself, aware of his many qualities (his brother would disagree), but when he notices that someone wants what he wants, a key turns inside his brain and he becomes seriously competitive. With his grades, physique, food, even his own Ma became a victim of his impulsive behavior — he couldn’t back down though, or Atsumu would be the favorite. It’s not a surprise that you’d also be included on that list, being his crush for almost a year. 

To prove that he’s the best, he likes to challenge his opponents first. It can be anything, he might even let the person decide, but the rules remain the same: no cheating, and whoever loses must back off immediately. He can’t say he doesn’t feel a certain nervousness when he does those challenges; but when he compromises with something, you better be sure he goes to win. He’ll make sure of that.

And since Kai’s dumber than he looks like, it wasn’t a hard task to make the boy fall into his trap. After all, Osamu has a secret skill that most boys his age don't think it's important to get.

 “I know what you're trying with ______.” Osamu counters, having found the boy alone in the locker room after PE. Kai rolls his eyes at him, finishing drying his hair. “And what’re you gonna do about it ? I ain’t afraid of you, Miya.”

“Really?” He approaches his adversary, starting to size him with an unwavering stare. “Then ya must know she loves some homemade cookies. ‘was thinkin’ of baking her some this week.” He gives him the best smirk he has. “You're not afraid of that, are ya?”

⊛ aran ojiro: the intimidator

Aran is a lovely boy. Seriously, he has such good manners, so friendly and respectful with others, that you wish all the boys could have the same attitude. He knows that, and that’s just his personality; what he noticed though, is that many guys get intimidated by him, mostly because of his size and tone of voice. It was weird to acknowledge that in the beginning, but now he enjoys the respect he gained from that.

When he realized that some nidiot was trying to win you over, he thought: why not use that, then?

Don’t misunderstand, Aran doesn’t approve of bullying at all, and he would lift a hand to someone if it wasn’t necessary. But maybe, you know, a simple warning might convince the boy to give up. It doesn’t hurt trying.

“Hey, Kai!” Aran finds the boy eating at a table in the cafeteria, and without waiting to be invited, he sits down right next to him, placing his chair very close his. “How'ya doing man? Good? Great, listen up.” He puts one huge hand on the boy’s back, while giving him a too-friendly smile. “I like _____. But I saw you trying to ask her out yesterday. You see, it’s really hard to date a girl if someone else’s on the way, so can you do me a favor? Stay away from her.” Low and clear, Aran’s voice sends chills over the poor boy’s body. Then he grins, smacking Kai’s back like long-time friends. “Thanks, bud!”

⊛ suna rintaro: the cunning

Suna’s really clever. He knows how to be patient enough to turn any situation in his favor: for example, winning you over. He doesn’t know how long it will take, or how many steps and casualties his plan might have, but everything he does is solemnly meant to make you fall in love with him, little by little.It doesn’t matter if a stone called Kai gets in the way: he knows how to handle it.

No man is perfect, so all he needed to do was find a flaw in his opponent. It could be the most silly thing, but if it made Kai’s reputation fall just a tad, it’d become a jewel in Suna’s hands.

And after a few days of observing his opponent, Suna found out that dear Kai is a womanizer. Heck, he didn't even try to hide the fact that he’s been hitting on almost all of the girls in his class, which made Suna very pleased, being able to record him charming a girl in good sound and details.With all the evidence, Suna makes his master move, revealing the whole truth to you.

“It’s okay, ______.” And there he is, cradling you in his arms and caressing your hair gently, comforting you after you saw the video. “There’s a lot of guys like him here. But don’t worry, I’ll make sure that none of them come your way, if you let me” His smile grows when he receives your grateful words, feeling you melt into his arms like you meant to do. “You’re welcome, sweetheart. I’ll always be here for you.”

⊛ kita shinsuke: the modest

Shinsuke’s so secure. It doesn’t matter if the guy who’s trying to win you over is the most popular, handsome, or intelligent man in the country. No one can change the fact that Kita knows you, the true you, and he knows that you’re perfect for each other, even with the differences that some might point out. You have what he admires, and he surely has admirable traits to convince you. 

So all he does is treat you normally. Except that Kita’s normal is a very high level of manners and care that many boys in high school don’t even dream of having, including his opponent. 

After all, it is rare to find a boy who’ll willingly bring you your favorite warm drink before class on the cold days, or help you study on the library so you can do well on tests, or walk with you to the bus stop on the way home just to make sure that you’re safe, or even send texts and paper notes reaffirming how special and capable you are.

And you found Shinsuke, who does all of that, and so much more just to see you well. Is there really anyone who can compete with him? He doesn’t think so.

© asunflowerana 2024 — all rights reserved.

[amoeganism]

PROJECT PARTER HCS (he wants you so bad) haikyuu

ft: aran, kita, atsumu, osamu, suna

ATSUMU:

HES TRYING!!! but is it successful? (no)

literally cannot shut up the entire time you two meet up but it's ok because he's funny

"hey you wanna see pictures of my teammates" "yeah sure" he pulls out a blurry .5 of suna's nostrils

offers you protein bars and osamus leftovers as snacks

compliments you on literally everything

you wrote two words? he starts cheering and clapping his hands like you're shakespeare presenting a new play

loves pretending to be your strict teacher whenever commenting on your work

makes up for his lack of preparation by making you laugh and flustered

"i think you can add a little more to this part" "you look so sexy calling me dumb"

if you two meet up at a cafe he ALWAYS!!! pays for you

started off as a mistake because he asked you for your order in front of the barista

but he thought for a moment and decided you're worth an extra $5 out of his wallet

always loses his pencils but has dozens of erasers?????

SWEARS by wooden pencils. he sees a mechanical pencil and jumps 5 feet into the air and starts screaming

last few days of the project he looks constipated every time you two are together

"do you need a diaper" "I WANT YOU"

you accept his confession because you unfortunately like him back and because you want a good grade

also because you don't want him pooping his pants

ARAN:

the sweetest!!

always asks how you're doing before pulling out his notes

digital note taker 100%

loves loves loves writing with erasable pen and only uses pencils for exams

is a "let's work on everything together" kinds guy

he says it's to make sure there aren't any disagreements in content and aesthetic (he just wants to talk to you)

if you guys aren't at your house, always offers to walk you back!!!

great academically but if you're making a poster or slideshow do NOT let him decorate it... pls watch out

"does this look good!" "i'm gonna hold your hand when i tell you this..." "omg you want to hold my hand 😍"

starts giggling to himself in his head whenever you guys accidentally touch

you catch him staring at you one day and you don't know what to say so you just stare back

he thinks its so romantic

you're just confused but go along with it

after presentations you think you guys are gonna go back to being friendly classmates but he finds you after class and asks you out :)

KITA:

ACADEMIC WEAPON TEACHERS FAV EVERYONE LOVES HIM

"do you want to read my notes?" he pulls out 5 notebooks with everything color coordinated, sticky tabs, perfect handwriting, and factually correct

he can sit and work for 5 hours straight and still somehow have perfect posture

first time you asked him for help on something you were about to piss yourself because you thought he would call you stupid and send you to hell

he gave you a small smile and started walking you through it with an unmatched level of patience

that was the moment you folded and had to physically restrain yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing his face

always offers you tea when you come over and brings out a small tray of snacks

"are you comfortable? do you need any help?"

is suuuuper meticulous but kind with his 739273 different corrections

he swears by the sandwich method of compliment-critique-compliment

"your analysis is amazing in this section but i think you can expand a little bit after because..."

you're the one who confessed first because you thought you would explode from cuteness aggression if you didn't

and also because you thought even if he did reject you, he'd do it in the most painless way

was super happy and bursted into a bright red face but shy smile!!

still told you to go back to the assignment though...

SUNA:

menace i hate him (no i don't)

literally doesn't understand anything that's going on and probably doesn't process what you're saying at first

realizes you're serious about this assignment and forces himself to lock in

asks a BUNCH of questions and jots them down on a google doc

loves to make random conversation when you two are working

actually insane gossiper

nosiest birch you know

allergic to minding his own business that mf has shit on everyone

are you slightly scared of what he has on you? yes. do you still want to hear everything he knows? yes

"i'm taking this info from page 175 of the textbook" "got it, but did you hear that kato is trying to get with his exs best friend??"

leaves notes on your project that are both unserious and encouraging

"omg u are literally einstein"

folds origami when bored

will give you paper cranes, frogs, foxes, and cats whenever you see each other

you discovered that there's small doodles in the posts it's he uses to make them

one day there's your name and his surrounded by hearts like the corny mf he is

confronted him and it and he was just like "oh you found that? well, do you want to go out with me?"

he was NOT SLICK with the way he skipped home and whistled to himself that day after you said yes

OSAMU:

HES TRYING HIS BEST!!! (pt. 2)

can only meet up after school because of volleyball so he offers to cook for you before starting to work

takes notes in class but doesn't understand half the stuff he jots down

writes actual bullshit but half a page in decides to abandon his pride and ask you for help

leans in a little too close whenever listening to what you're saying

tries to make sure your knees are touching and that it's all an accident when your fingers brush (he prepared each scenario in his head before sleeping the night before)

down bad LOSER

spends his time doing his portion of the project while sneaking glances at you

doesn't know how to decorate presentations for the life of him so he is on doodle duty

gives surprisingly good suggestions and takes your corrections to heart

one of the best project partners because of how willing he is to learn and contribute!!! (also because he wants to impress you)

talks shit about his brother to you

atsumu has walked in while osamu was telling you an embarrassing story

they start fighting

osamu gets super embarrassed when you laugh at him

then gets overly confident when you tell him you were rooting for him

will not stop dumb smiling whenever he sees you after that

asks you out after the project is turned in with his hands in his pockets with how they're shaking so much

[kissatsumu]

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ BOYFRIEND TEXTS !!

— random bf texts (atsumu, osamu, kita, aran, suna)

genre: fluff/smau. character x gn reader

notes: idk if this will flop but i thought these were cute! also sorry for the weird formatting lol tumblr limits the amount of pics in 1 post. anyways my requests are open;

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ MIYA ATSUMU

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ SUNA RINTAROU

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ MIYA OSAMU

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ OJIRO ARAN

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ KITA SHINSUKE

notes: tysm for reading!! interactions are appreciated <3 i might make a karasuno or seijoh version so lmk if i should

+ masterlist

[writer-freak]

Them being jealous | Haikyuu smau

Characters: Osamu, Kita, Atsumu, Suna and Aran

Warnings: None, maybe a bit awkward because I text weird irl

A/n: I'm such a dry texter irl but tried my best with this. I really enjoy reading smau's so I want to try and make more of them myself <3

[svnarin]

⊹˚₊‧ calling your bf as husband for the first time

a/n! saw this trend on tiktok and some of the reactions were so damn cute that i can't help and think how will the hq boys react to their s/o calling them husband sobs

he didn’t hear it the first time but immediately paused on what he was doing to turn and look your way the second time you said it. husband, you say? he can’t help but visibly smirk as he pulls up his phone to chat with his friend/s or maybe tweet or note something such as “guess who just got called by their pretty partner as husband today.”

SUNA RINTAROU, kuroo tetsurou, kozume kenma, kunimi akira, MIYA ATSUMU, miya osamu, tsukishima kei, MATSUKAWA ISSEI

he was confused at first and thought he just might have misheard you. you can visibly see the blush on his face even when he tries to hide it away after you repeated your words again, now emphasizing the word husband more. he kept quiet as he tried to collect himself, still trying to process what you just called him. when he finally did, he immediately asked you, “can you please repeat what you just said and call me husband again?”

AKAASHI KEIJI, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, kageyama tobio, SUGAWARA KOUSHI, kuroo tetsurou, sakusa kiyoomi, semi eita, ushijima wakatoshi, kita shinsuke, ARAN OJIRO

he immediately started kicking his feet and smiling ear to ear as he called you wifey/hubby with much emphasis. he even sat up from his seat to kiss you and hug you before lovingly asking you to repeat your words and call him husband again. it will take him so much time before moving on from what you just called him, maybe even not moving on at all and making the word husband your new word of endearment for him. 

HINATA SHOYO, sugawara koushi, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, oikawa tooru, MIYA ATSUMU, tendou satori

𝐒𝐕𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

[romaevelizz]

now playing crying at the chapel by elvis presley…

˖ ࣪⊹Tears falling down his face as he watched you walking down that isle. Never in millions of years did he think he’d be crying in front of so many people. Tears of joy knowing that you’d be his forever and until you died old together. How the white dress you wore looked so beautiful long making you look like a princess he longed for. You were the reason for his tears, knowing a long future with you awaited him, a dream you’ve had since you where a little girl. A dream he’d promised you. That you’d be the women he’d wake up and go to sleep everyday next to, the women to carry his child. God what did he do right to have you sent to him. He was just a man and you were a god given gift, tears running down his face his hands whipping away tears as he saw a smile appearing on your lips as you mad eye contact with him. You hand taking his hand your father gave you away, “I’m glad I’m leaving her in your hands, because you’ll give her the life she deserves.” Your father spoke giving him a nod. You were his new reason of life. His new light. His reminder he’s worthy of love.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, Kurro Tetesuro, TANAKA RYUUNOSKUE, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, Kageyama Tobi, TSUKISHIMA KEI, HINATA SHOUYO, Nishinoya Yu, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Tendou Satori, OIKAWA TOORU, Akashi Keiji, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, Daichi Sawamura, MIYA ATSUMU, ARAN OJIRO, +ur fav!☆

[sukumna]

need a part three for HIS FAVORITE TYPE OF SEX (haikyuu ver.) with sakusa im begging u on my knees with puppy eyes

ask n you shall receive angel face MWAHH

✦ — sakusa kiyoomi, controlled, possessive sex. he’s the type to keep his gloves on while he fingers you, watching every twitch and gasp with dark eyes. the type to fuck you slow and deep, holding your jaw and whispering, “look at me while i ruin you.” he’s obsessive about control—about your body, your pleasure, your focus. loves edging you until you’re crying, just so he can kiss your tears and say, “don’t run from it. take it.”

✦ — meian shugo, praise-heavy, body-worship sex. he’s the type to manhandle you with ease, lifting you like you weigh nothing, murmuring, “that’s it, baby. let me take care of you.” the type to go slow even when he’s balls-deep, grinding into you with all that strength but holding your hand like it’s precious. he fucks you like you’re a gift—like he can’t get enough of how you moan his name.

✦ — aran ojiro, teasing, rough but affectionate sex. he’s the type to grip your throat and call you pretty, to slap your ass just to hear you squeal, then coo, “you like that, huh?” he loves pulling noises out of you, talking you through every thrust with cocky little praises. he’ll make you laugh and beg in the same breath, fucking you hard while wiping your tears with a grin.

✦ — kita shinsuke, intimate, emotionally intense sex. type of sex where every kiss you makes you moan, where he whispers, “you’re mine,” like it’s a vow. the type to go slow—achingly slow—just to feel every flutter of your walls. he doesn’t just fuck, he connects, making sure you feel everything. he’ll hold you after like nothing else in the world matters but your heartbeat against his.

✦ — matsukawa issei, lazy sex with a mean streak. he’s the type to sit back and let you beg, to finger you while smirking, “that’s all it takes?” the type to fuck you deep while making you say please, over and over, until your voice breaks. he doesn’t need to raise his voice—he just looks at you, says “good girl,” and it ruins you.

✦ — kentro kyotani (mad dog), rough primal sex. he’s the type to grab you the second you’re alone, bend you over something and growl, “been thinkin’ ‘bout this all day.” the type to fuck you like he can’t help it—biting, panting, digging his nails into your hips. he gets lost in how desperate and filthy you are. uses you like he needs your body to breathe.

[radiantteacup]

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃!

✧.*No warnings, just tooth-rotting fluff! <3

༊*·˚ Your husband is obsessed with your shiny new wedding ring. <3

˗ˏˋFeaturing ´ˎ˗ IWAIZUMI, Hinata, ATSUMU, Daichi, Kuroo, BOKUTO, Akaashi, Semi, ARAN, GOJO, YUUJI, Nanami, Kaveh, Alhaitham, KAEYA, Diluc, Thoma, Zhongli, CHILDE, ASTA, Fuegoleon,

He's obsessed with it, he thinks. Positively enamored with the shimmering wedding band that wrapped itself around your dainty ring finger.

Every time he catches a glimpse of the expensive diamond on your hand his stomach erupts in a fit of butterflies. It reminds him that you're his, his to keep, to love, to hold, to kiss.

"What are you staring at over there pretty boy?"

Your giggly voice free's him from his trance and he looks up at you from his place on the couch, you standing in front of him. He can't help the smile that creeps onto his face, mirroring your own. He reaches for your left hand, cupping it in his larger one.

You stare in amusement as his plush lips press a gentle kiss to the gem that decorated your finger.

"Staring at you baby, you look so good with this ring on."

You smile at him fondly, heart warmed by the soft look on his face. You reach out to him with your free hand, cupping his face in your palm.

He looks up, meeting your eyes. You lean in, carefully pressing your lips against his own. His big arms wrap around your torso, pulling you flush against him as he returns the gentle kiss.

The two of you sit there, holding each other as you bask in the afterglow of your shared love. It seems as though time stops for the two of you when his hand wraps around your own, his thumb fiddling with the ring.

Yeah, he is obsessed, but that's okay, he thinks.

[everrinsly]

a/n; inarizaki focused! this made me laugh a few times, it's very long and silly haha, this is a bonus story, a bit of crackhead energy and writing (≧▽≦)

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a momager and her silly olympic team bonus

bonus story to a kitagawa daiichi reunion, table wars, and dramatic setters in the dining hall (linked here)! (follows the part where you mentioned the inarizaki boys filed a kidnapping report during the asian championship).

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protective foxy instincts, poor foxy judgments. fluff. fem!reader. | not proofread.

the inarizaki boys are in disarray when a korean player asks for directions to the restroom. p.s. unhinged chaos at the international scale where authorities were this close to being called.

more olympic team shenanigans here!

more reads!

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Snippet from A Kitagawa Daiichi Reunion, Table Wars, and Dramatic Setters in the Dining Hall:

“They’re obsessed,” Iwaizumi corrected, not even looking up as he picked at his food with a long-suffering sigh. “You breathe in someone else’s direction and half the team looks like they’re ready to file a kidnapping report.”

You let out a soft laugh, a fond memory replying in your head. “I think the Inarizaki boys actually filed one… in the last Asian Championship… blamed it on Osamu even though he was all the way in Osaka.”

“Didn’t they rope Ushijima in on that also?”

“Yeah. Kita was called for that scolding.”

“Fuckin’ foxy idiots.”

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—Flashback to Asian Championship; Iran—

The gym was buzzing with post-match energy—half exhaustion, half adrenaline—under bright lights that made the polished court gleam. Somewhere near the back, Team Japan had scattered into their usual loosely organized chaos.

You were sitting on the bench, legs criss-crossed, clipboard resting against your thigh as you updated volleyball stats of the most recent match. 

On the floor, Atsumu was aggressively stretching like he was trying to win gold in flexibility. Aran sat just a bit behind, tying and untying his shoes out of habit more than necessity, while Suna laid flat on his back beside the bench, legs raised in the air in some passive excuse for a hamstring stretch.

Sure, they were Inarizaki’s finest, but they looked like an (absolutely terrible) unsupervised group project.

The rest of the team had fanned out across the venue—Komori and Hinata were raiding the snack trucks for post-game fruit cups, Bokuto had wandered off to show Sakusa a new handshake, Kageyama was desperately digging through your purse for his yogurt packs, and Iwaizumi had passed his iPad to Ushijima, who now stood like a quiet statue by the hallway, intently watching replays with a tiny furrow of concentration in his brows.

You just got done circling Hinata’s name—because the man decided three shots of espresso and ‘vibes’ were enough to fuel a warmup (which led to six of his spikes landing out of bounds)—when a soft, tentative voice interrupted you.

“Uh… hello?”

You glanced up to see a tall figure in a white-and-blue tracksuit awkwardly fidgeting in front of the bench. KOR. Tall. Young. Polite. Cute. Also very panicked.

“I… uh… restroom?” he asked, brows raised in apology more than question, and gestured wildly in several directions. 

You blinked, realizing the poor guy was very lost.

“Ah—yes!” you said, tucking your pen into the clipboard and standing. “I know it’s kind of confusing over here.”

Suna’s eyes lazily followed the exchange. Aran half-glanced up, mildly curious. Atsumu squinted suspiciously.

You offered the Korean player a warm smile and motioned. “Come on, it’s just down this hallway. I’ll show you.”

The guy nodded in relief, bowing in thanks. “Thank you, thank you.”

You vanished around the corner with him, disappearing into the maze of back hallways lined with event posters and mop buckets.

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The emotional earthquake began—immediate, catastrophic panic from the Inarizaki boys. 

Suna slowly lowered his legs from the air, eyes narrowed.

Atsumu sat up straighter, head whipping toward the now-empty hallway. “Who was that guy and why did he just walk off with our manager?”

“He asked where the restroom was,” Aran said, trying to sound reasonable but sounding a good seventy percent worried.

“Did he?” Atsumu countered. “Or did he use that as a cover to lure her into a hidden tunnel system beneath the venue?”

“There is no tunnel system, Miya,” Aran muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“You don’t know that!”

Suna, who had been suspiciously quiet, sat up and began scrolling through his phone. “Okay but… remember that one article I bookmarked? About signs of suspicious behavior and identifying possible kidnappers?”

Atsumu leaned over eagerly. “Oh, ya! The checklist. With the grainy photos and everythin'.”

“You saved that?” Aran blinked.

Suna tilted his phone so they could see. “Look—excessively polite demeanor, avoids eye contact, fidgets while speaking, asks for directions to a non-specific location. Bro was ticking off boxes like a daily to-do list.”

Aran frowned. “He asked for the bathroom.”

“Exactly,” Suna said grimly.

“He was lost!”

“That’s what they want you to think.”

Atsumu was already pulling out his phone. “We need to mobilize. Ushijima’s in position.”

Aran groaned. “Don’t drag Ushijima into this—also he’s literally RIGHT THERE!” he added, elaborately pointing to where Ushijima stood near the hallway, not ten paces away, still stoically watching a replay on Iwaizumi’s iPad.

“Too late,” Atsumu said sweetly, thumbs flying over his phone. 

[Atsumu to Ushijima] [ATSUMU]: Hey ushi-kun can ya do a quick hallway sweep?  Manager’s been gone for longer than the average restroom detour [USHIJIMA]: OK.

Aran slapped a hand over his face. “I swear—there’s no need…”

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Ushijima was already on the move, walking with grim determination like he’d just been briefed by a top-level agency. His footsteps echoed with purpose.

Atsumu turned to Suna, who was now drafting a ‘Kidnappings and Missing Person’s Report’ and had added an entire subsection titled ‘Bathroom Lures’.

“We need to formalize this,” Atsumu muttered. “I’m gonna ask ‘Samu.”

“Agreed,” Suna said, flipping his phone horizontally like he was prepping a spreadsheet.

[Atsumu to Osamu] [ATSUMU]: Bro emergency Need ya to help us fill out a kidnapper report form Pretty sure she’s been sweet-talked into a bathroom cult or somethin Suna says it’s got classic toilet trap vibes [OSAMU]: What the hell is a toilet trap No wait don’t answer that I regret asking Why are you like this [ATSUMU]: Because i care  I’m tryna protect our manager and you’re givin me sass Please help Suna formatted it in word this time [Attachment: .docx file titled “Kidnapper Incident Report - Asian Champs Edition” with subsections for: Suspect, Timeline, Emotional Damage Assessment, Witness Statements, Red Flags, and Bathroom Lures] [OSAMU]: Bro  She’s goin to the fuckin bathroom Not a hostage bunker  [ATSUMU]: You don’t fuckin know that omg

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There was a five-minute beat of silence.

You still hadn’t returned.

Suna sat on the bench, knee bouncing at a metronomic pace. Atsumu was frozen in a dramatic pose on the floor, leaning on the barricades.

And Aran—Aran, the (supposedly) reasonable one—was now pacing behind the bench, rubbing the back of his neck like a man two seconds away from sprinting to the bathroom to grab you himself. 

“Okay. Okay. Maybe she just took a wrong turn.”

“She knows the layout,” Suna said flatly. “She’s mapped the whole venue. You saw her draw it in her planner.”

“She could’ve been lured. Like, with—” Aran flailed a hand. “Like… Korean snacks. She loves those! I don’t know, man! I’m spiraling!”

Suna didn’t look up. “Did you know the average kidnapping takes only seven minutes to complete?”

Atsumu gasped.

“Don’t say that!” Aran snapped. “I knew you were gonna say something like that.”

“I’m just saying. We’re at, like, minute thirteen.”

Aran’s pacing had devolved into muttering. “She’s definitely been taken. This is an actual hostage situation. Should we start making posters?”

“Calm down,” Suna said, finally looking up. “Ushijima’s got eyes on the hallway. If anyone can tank an abduction attempt, it’s him.”

“Right,” Aran said weakly. “Right. Because nothing says ‘subtle rescue op’ like Ushijima Wakatoshi walking up silently and asking ‘are you in danger?’ like a sentient slab of concrete.”

A minute passed before Aran continued, his voice pitching up an octave. “Do you think it’s too early to call someone?”

“Like who?” Suna asked, still typing suspiciously fast on his phone.

“I don’t know! The Korean Volleyball Federation? The Japanese Embassy? The Iranian police force? Interpol?”

Atsumu perked up immediately. “Interpol’s got a hotline, right? We could use Aran’s name, it sounds reliable.”

“WHAT—NO—!”

“How ‘bout ‘Samu’s then? He’s got, like, a whole fuckin’ business.”

“Yeah. He’s got the best credit score out of all of us.”

Aran stopped cold, a tiny bit of rationality still in him. “WAIT—NO. Let’s not internationalize this.”

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Meanwhile… at Onigiri Miya…

[Osamu to Kita] [OSAMU]: Emergency kita  The idiots are at it again They think manager’s been kidnapped  But she literally just took a Korean player to the bathroom  Suna made a word doc of stupid shit, there's toilet trap Tsumu’s the stupid-ass ring leader  And my twin telepathy is telling me they’re gonna call fuckin Interpol under my name Pls intervene before all former inarizaki grads end up on the news   [KITA]: Got it, Osamu. Is Aran in on it also? [OSAMU]: Knowing him, he’s probably panicking  Like right about now  Cuz he always panics after like 15 mins

There was no response from Kita for a good ten minutes (the rice field has low signal). 

[OSAMU]: Pls kita  I share the same face with that fool No one’s gonna come to the restaurant  Which means Your rice gonna be out of business  Kita  Kita  Kita pls [KITA]: You’re right. I’m on it.  [OSAMU]: Also here  [Attachment: .docx file titled “Kidnapper Incident Report - Asian Champs Edition” with subsections for: Suspect, Timeline, Emotional Damage Assessment, Witness Statements, Red Flags, and Bathroom Lures]

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Back at the venue, Ushijima turned the corner of the hallway and caught sight of you laughing softly with the tall Korean player outside the restrooms. You both bowed politely—twice—before parting ways. 

As you turned to head back, Ushijima stepped into your path.

“Oh, hey, Ushi—”

“Are you safe?” he asked seriously.

You blinked up at him, bewildered. “Um… yes? He just needed directions—”

“Understood,” Ushijima replied, pulling out his phone.

[Ushijima to Atsumu] [USHIJIMA]: She is fine.  No threats detected.  We are heading back now.  [ATSUMU]: Oh thank god 

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Back on the bench…

Suna looked up from his phone. “Guys.”

“What?”

“…We have an incoming call. From Kita.”

They all froze.

Atsumu paled.

Aran dropped to the floor and whispered, “We’re gonna die.”

Suna’s phone continued ringing. On the screen, Kita’s contact photo—stoic, judgmental, and surrounded by very disappointed sparkles (edited by Atsumu)—glared back at them.

“Answer it,” Aran whispered.

“No, you answer it,” Atsumu hissed.

But Suna had already accepted the call and held the phone up, resigned.

Kita’s voice came through calm and deadly:

“Tell me exactly why I was just informed that Interpol and ‘toilet trap vibes’ were involved in an alleged kidnapping… at an international sporting event… over a restroom detour.”

They all spoke at once.

“It was just a precautionary checklist—” “I never actually called Interpol—” “She likes Korean snacks, Kita, Korean snacks—”

Kita didn’t respond immediately. Then:

“All of you. One hour. Video call. We’re going over appropriate team boundaries and how to identify real emergencies. And get ready for a beating from Iwaizumi. He’s been informed.”

The call ended.

There was silence. 

Suna finally muttered, “I should’ve deleted that doc.”

Atsumu flopped back on the floor, groaning into his towel. “‘Samu’s a fuckin’ snitch.”

Aran looked relieved. “Honestly, this is the best possible outcome… at least she’s okay.”

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You returned a moment later with Ushijima, a bounce to your step for doing a good deed—completely unaware of the chaos.

“Hey, guys, why the sad faces? Did something happen while I was gone?”

Three boys smiled up at you with aggressively fake casualness.

“Nope!” “All good!” “Nothing illegal!”

You narrowed your eyes and looked toward Ushijima, who couldn't meet your gaze. 

“…Why does it smell like an international scandal here?”

And right on cue, your phone pinged. 

[Osamu to You] [Osamu]: Darlin Your boys are outta control  [Attachment: .docx file titled “Kidnapper Incident Report - Asian Champs Edition” with subsections for: Suspect, Timeline, Emotional Damage Assessment, Witness Statements, Red Flags, and Bathroom Lures]

[semifilms]

is the type of boyfriend to sneak photos of you when you aren’t looking. you’d find out later either by him showing you or posting them somewhere. (he’s low key the best photographer you know.) like he takes the best candid photos of you. “wait i actually look really good in this!” you’d exclaim when you see the photos.

his face is all scrunched up in confusion and he’s like, “well of course you do.” he’s so confused as to why you’re shocked that you look good. he thinks you’re the most precious and beautiful person to have walked the earth.

HOSHIUMI, osamu, SEMI, BOKUTO, hianta, SUNA, yamaguchi, ATSUMU, ARAN, sachirō, OIKAWA, SUGAWARA, daichi, NISHINOYA, TANAKA, TENDOU

©semifilms do not copy, repost or translate my works

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; inarizaki ver . ⋆˚࿔

atsumu ; chews on everything. its such a pet peeve to everyone else but you somehow. chews on everything like its got answer. its really dumb, but kind of endearing in a way. he always needs something in his mouth, pencaps, straw ends, hoodie strings.

osamu ; lets you have the first bite of everything. no matter how excited he is about the food, how expensive or scarce, he always lets you have the best, and the first bite. he acts like it’s no big deal, but it is. he’ll even rotate the plate to angle the best part toward you, like you wouldn’t notice.

kita ; fixing things that arent his. he quietly straightens someone’s collar, or pluck the dandruff out of their hair without asking. doesnt call attention to it, he just does it like its the natural thing to do. doesn’t call attention to it, doesn’t expect anything back. like its just the way things are.

suna ; holds back his laughs. he very rarely laughs big like either of the miya twins, and doesnt have a naturally quiet laugh like kita. he just smirks, looks down, and exhales through his nose, or lets out a breathy chuckle. covers his mouth with the back of his hand and looks away.

aran ; pacemaker. always waits for everyone to keep up, even if it means he’s a couple steps behind everyone else. doesnt want to leave anyone behind. turns his head back mid-walk just to check no one got left behind. never hurries anyone, never complains.

ginjima ; brings an extra pair of everything. extra pencils, extra snacks, extra change. never asks to be repaid, either. just wordlessly passes it to whoever needs it without any fuss. if someone needs something he doesnt have, he’ll start bringing that, too.

akagi ; remembers weirdly specific stuff. will question you if you start using a different font on instagram, or if you start holding your pencil a different way. the littlest things you never noticed, but also somehow misses if you got a haircut or got new glasses. “you used to dot your i’s with circles. when’d you stop?”

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