#I’m in love with (1) onigiri man

[astyrial]

wholly and undeniably osamu miya x gn!reader (friends to lovers) synopsis: a time of romantic confessions word count: 1k warnings: i kind of hate it :/, oblivious reader for sure masterlist | requests are open

    the same rhythmic knock at the door sends you running from your kitchen. one sock on, the other left behind by the kitchen island. with one hand you unlock the front door, the other grabbing a pair of sensible shoes. without even opening the door yourself you make a break back towards the kitchen. 

  as you run down the hall, osamu opens the front door, his eyebrow raised in curiosity. all he catches is the sight of you turning the corner. he shakes his head, his eyes rolling as he makes his way towards you, "what if i was a murderer or something?"

  you peer around the corner, your head tilted in disappointment, "you mean at this point you don't recognize my own specific knocking? or the weight that i typically put in it? i thought we were best friends!”

  "of course i recognize your knocks. but maybe i had a murderer with me..."

  "you would've changed up the knock then. or it would've been more frequent, i don't know. besides all that, you're early," you being to tie the running shoes, your eyes peering up at the cook, who looks over at the oven clock. 

  he sets down a bag he was carrying, that went unnoticed by before his action. "it's 1:10, we said one o'clock, but i knew you would be late so i got here late and you're still getting ready," osamu opens up the bag, grabbing out a piece of onigiri for you as you finish tying the other shoe. 

  you grab the food from his hand, signing a small thank you with your hand with your mouth full. with a smile on your face after finishing the delicious food, you shrug, “okay, so technically you were late, which isn’t much better. i’m really not going to lie, you should work on your time management.”

  “you’re unbelievable, i bring you food to hold you over and then you start telling me that i’m late?” osamu stuffs the bag into your trash, rolling his eyes.

  you grab your wallet, turning back to osamu, “i’m joking with you. mostly because i would never say anything to jeopardize this great relationship we’ve got going on here.”

  “i’m leaving you here, i’m going without you. that last walk was our last one ever because now i know i’m just used for food,” he turns away from you, his lips turned into a dramatic frown, “you’re just like my brother.”

  with a dramatic gasp of your own, shaking your head. when he looks back at you, you’re already walking towards the front door, your hand twisting the handle. “i love us joking like this, but, never compare me to atsumu again. i can’t handle it. it’s like being compared to baboon.”

  “this is why we’re… friends,” osamu walks past you and out the door. you follow with a crooked smile on your face, knowing that the man you love (extremely romantically platonically), loves you too (very romantically platonically). 

  it doesn’t take long for the two of you to get into your weekly rhythm. him bumping into you, you then shoving him, which doesn’t do a whole lot. but it brings a cocky smile to his face that warms you to very soul. even his ears move a little as the chef looks away, his smile turning into one that’s giddier. 

  and that’s how the two of you have always, and will always be… until you’re still out taking a stroll as the sun starts to fall from the sky. the leaves finally beginning to fall as the autumn season approaches. osamu’s jacket is zipped up and keeping you warm after you rejected the idea that you would be cold.

  he offered it to you mere moments ago, his soft smile making its way to his face. and it sends even more chills down your spine because it reminds you that he loves you entirely, but platonically. so, you keep staring forward, your ears tuned out as you attempt to keep it together. 

  when you finally do look over at osamu, his eyebrows are lowered, his lips closed tight. “are you okay?” osamu brings his hand up, letting it rest on the lower of your back. 

  a twist of electricity shoots up your body, your mind suddenly blanking. what do you say to him, to a man that probably doesn’t feel the same way for as you feel for him. “yeah, of course i’d be okay. just thinking about you comparing me to atsumu again. which low blow, really-“

  “stop trying to speed talk your way out of this. and i compared you to him because you were acting annoying like he always is. but at least when you are, i actually don’t hate it! so just tell me what’s going on, because i care for you!”

  you groan, leaning your head back, unsure how to tell him you love him without ruining everything you built together. “i care for you too, osamu! that’s what makes this so stupid! i care for you in ways you will never understand and honestly i feel stupid for even bringing this up!”

  it doesn’t take more than five steps before osamu reaches out to you, his fingers tugging on yours. they feel soft, despite the amount of work and activities he’s done through the world, “what you feel for me is never stupid! mostly because i am in love with you!” 

  “in love with me?” you shout back, nearly forgetting what you were in saying due to the intense amount of shock. 

  “yes, in love with you! i didn’t know how or when to tell you, but yes. i have been in love with you for years and will probably be in love with you for years. in short, yes,” osamu closes his eyes, unable to look you in yours due to the confession he himself just made. 

  you hold his hand tighter, “so… what are we now then? because i’m wholly and undeniably in love with you too osamu miya.”

[ringdabel]

My thoughts on OP ships except I’m being 100% honest (P.3)

SLIGHT SPOILERS FOR THE HEROINES ONE PIECE NOVEL

*LawBepo

- I don’t know about you but to me I’m neutral about it, if you ship this, good for you! If you don’t then okay!

- I do think it’s a cute ship though with their interactions, relationship between the two, etc..

- And it actually MAKE SENSE

- Like hear me out, Law would actually marry a polar bear because of how much of a freak he is and considering he’s a pirate, he wouldn’t care if other people think it’s weird, at least he has his fluffy boyfriend.

- I draw these two a lot in my sketchbooks, like every single one just HAD to have Law and Bepo together or else those sketchbooks are not mine

- he has a soft spot for Bepo, definitely Bepo. He hates everyone and everyone but his crew, Corazon and BEPO.

-In the SBS, Oda did tell us about how Law met Bepo (with Penguin and Shachi), at that time Law was a kid along with the three others so that means Law and Bepo knew each other since they were children and are super close.

- FUNFACT : You know how Law hates Umeboshi right? Well Bepo likes eating it with onigiri pretty much! I like to imagine that if someone ever gift Law some onigiri with umeboshi inside, he will give them to Bepo.

*Smoshigi

- Small girl with her gigantic DILF (idk what that means but I think it’s fitting).

- it’s the size difference isn’t it?

- I like their chemistry a lot! It’s pretty cute in my opinion.

- for some people, a 10 year age gap is too much (Shigi is 23, Smoky is 36, so that means it’s 13 year age gap then) but they’re both adults so I guess it’s legal? I mean Rayleigh and his wife has a 10 year age gap and they’re old now-

- this might be controversial but… Smoshigi is better than Zoshigi or Lawshigi in my PERSONAL OPINION.

Zoro is confirmed to have no interest in women by Oda and for Law i don’t think he’d date her or even taken interest in her in general.

(I telling all this like a hater I’m so sorry I don’t mean to sound like one DDDX!! If you ship Zoshigi or Lawshigi it’s totally fine and valid! It’s just my opinion!)

*Sanami

- MY FAV SHIP!!!!! I love them so much they’re so cute!!! <3333333333

- Theres this one part of the OP stage actors and actresses like an event or something?? And I saw a video of these two where basically Sanji is being a simp as always, drops on one knee and like hold out his hand to Nami

Nami holds his hand then blows him a kiss!!!!! IT MADE HIM STARTED BREAKDANCING ITS HONESTLY SO CUTE AGSHSVHSHSHSHWHHSHW

- They’re the DEFINITION of GIRLBOSS MALEWIFE FRFR!!! No 🧢!!!!!!

- wait did I already put this ship in part 1 or part 2? Man idc anymore I just genuinely LOVE this ship!! If it becomes canon I will become happy! (Even though it’s highly unlikely it’s fine!)

- I just love their moments together you know? When I was young I always wanted the two of them to kiss a lot, I have never change at all 😈

- Like look at the sad French man! How can you not kiss him!?!?!?! He makes you desserts you really like, compliments and swoons at you everyday, cooks for you, loves you for who you are, patient and will listen to you whenever you have a bad day, shows affection to you, a gentleman, IN A SUIT, ALSO WEARS AN APRON AS WELL, Respects you, etc… etc… he’s the only French I like <333/j

- They’re also both good with kids and have a soft spot for them! Oda stated that if Nami is ever kind to someone it’s women and Children, for Sanji he always has a motherly nature surrounding him, his interactions with the DK crew proves this!!!

- AGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!! IM DYING!!!

*KozaVivi

- a HUGGGGEEE fan of childhood friends to lovers trope <3333333333

- I love these two a lot, I ship them a lot TOO! I want them to have more interactions!

- in the Heroines novel, I just love Vivi’s episode with Koza and the love letter (NO CONTEXT HEHEHE 😈) it’s so so so SOOO sweet it’s giving me diabetes

Like it’s so funny, full of sweetness and wholesomeness! I love them!

- I wish these two would be canon… if not it’s fine as well… because I have another ship up my sleeve… *takes out hand*

[mars-ipan]

hi what's your favorite characters outside of dangan

ooh i actually have a good few!

from ace attorney: maya fey, franziska von karma, trucy wright, apollo justice, klavier gavin (when will capcom free my man from the narrative basement </3)

there’s also pearl and marina from splatoon. pearl in particular is my fav i love me a little goblin woman. i’m a big fan of frye too

when i was sick before i was hospitalized i ended up binge watching the whole first season of jjk as well as watching jjk0. there’s a lot of really good characters in there but i think my favs are mahito (smiley insane white haired bitches will forever haunt me unfortunately! i’ve actually been like this my whole life i liked the smiley kid with the stitches in tokyo ghoul too), gojo (1- duh, 2- see previous parentheses), megumi, mai and maki (i’m such a sucker for a good twin narrative), and ummm. oh god i forget his name. the cursed speech user who only speaks in onigiri ingredients. i think he’s really kind and i like him a lot :)

sailor uranus is my favorite sailor scout for several reasons (when i learned megumi ogata voices her i nearly lost my mind bc what do you mean my favorite character is also my favorite character. this is what solidified her as my fav va of all time btw.) that said i am also a STARK chibiusa defender the writing fucked her over it’s not her fault. calling her evil version “black lady” sure was a localization choice though

my favorite pokemon rival is barry :] i think he’s endearing and i like watching him grow. plus his competitiveness is really fun to me

ummm in dunmeshi my big 3 favs are chilchuck, marcille, and izutsumi! that said i’m also a big kabruhead and while i don’t know his character that well at all bc i’m an anime only i AM deeply fascinated by mithrun (i think he’s hot. head in hands komaeda changed my brain chemistry i will never be the same). i like thistle a lot too i think he’s got a swagful gender

there we go. proof that there’s room for more in my head than just danganronpa. that was probably good for me to do tbh get some variety in here for a second

[qu33nincrims0n]

My Dumb Thoughts on Higurashi- Watanagashi Part 1

the second of my Higurashi reactions. had to break it in two because of picture limits, but I hope you like it! My other chapter reactions can be found with #dumb-thoughts-series. Also, I had to break this one into two parts cause it was too long. that should be up in the next fifteen minutes or so.

Ch 2-1

Some kid causally coming into the game store-

No Keiichi Bad!! Don’t be weird about your middle school friends.

Mion, you can’t leave your own competition! How rude >:(

 – future me coming in to say I really need to be more attentive to stuff, can’t believe I missed the inciting incident of this chapter – 

I wonder where this would be in relation to Oni timeline wise. The festival will probably help.

Tip: So, you’re saying Mion has a lot of adults in her life? Say, at least five men who may or may not have a white van?

KEIICHI NOO!!

Ch2-2

The unearned confidence level on this lad

“Why would I need to know how to put on a garter belt?” Keiichi, don’t lie. I know you well enough to know there’s a 25% chance you’re keeping that outfit.

Hey Shion. Pretty sure I got spoiled on you existing, but hey its nice to meet you. (I guess there’s a chance It’s actually Mion, but I doubt that. Also really undercuts this plot point to know the steam designs seem to have different bangs. Glad I’m using the originals.). Also, you’re now voiced by Silver the Hedgehog as played by Red Van Buskirk.

--- future me coming in to say I was right in that their bangs are slightly different, but it seems like it switches if and when they pretend to be one another so it’s just a weird choice ---

Also, interesting Characterization of Oni-Keiichi being too stressed to even make much note of the outfits while Wata-Keiichi notices a whole ass new character.

One of her uncles owns this place? Well, that could help explain how the talk with Ooishi got to Mion so fast in Oni

Am I crazy? Did this game take like 20 horny pills when I wasn’t looking? Like Oni had some horny stuff but this is a lot. Like a full armada of horny. 

Ch2-3

“Maybe Satoko is helping the most by doing nothing at all 🙂”

Be normal Keiichi!!

Aw man this is chalk game adorable. Reminds me of playing with my little cousins, even if it’s just a diversion. It’s really cute Keiichi just immediately goes along with it too.

Casually drop kick a child. Teacher: does nothing

Compare a Onigiri to Curry. Teacher:

Man you’re real bad at not being suspicious, Mion.

Weird to be on this end of Rena’s lie detecting powers.

That’s actually really sweet, Shion.

“Not like Mion would ever go as far to put a needle in my food”

Tip: okay so Mion and Shion are doing some sort of twin switch thing, right? Where one is the other for a day or something.  That seems like what this is telegraphing.

Ch2-4

I feel Keiichi going to sleep during recess in my soul.

Wata-Keiichi not being weird challenge: impossible

I love Collage Mode in Disco Elysium cause now I can make this:

Oh, I remember that keychain from Oni! It’s so Kyu-te!

The entire town acts like bees heating up a wasp, just getting progressively closer. And closer. And clos-

Oh, hey Ooishi, nice to see you back.

Is it really so unbelievable that it might actually be twins Keiichi?

Shion: Keiichi, that’s sexist

Me:

Okay, so based on this, the main divergence point is that Keiichi didn’t go to the junk yard and meet Tomitake, so he’s not suspicious about the events of the dam project, and now even sees it as a cool part of the village.

I imagine Keiichi is an 80-year-old in a child’s body, sitting in a recliner watching Jeopardy.

Aw this is sweet; I can’t wait for this to all go horribly wrong and for it to all be Keiichi’s fault.

Ch2-5

The guys outside when they hear you have an invite:

Chaos! Control!

Keiichi Moments Later:

“Bringing in Reinforcements! The No-Horny Brigade shall prevail!” said Keiichi, unabashed horndog and

I love casually carrying around laxatives in the hope I can use them for hijinks and tomfoolery. Truly the best friend of every growing girl.

You know the answer Keiichi, you just stop beating around the bush.

It’s all clicking together. Also, finally a VN flashback that was actually useful and not filler!

(and so the bento tip wasn’t a switch, she was legit jelly).

Oh nO hOW CoUld tHIs HavE HAppEneD?

Mion seeing the gift:

Hey, kinda a dick move, Shion. You know what, you lost your little Silver voice privileges. Go to space!

(This is because of poor behavior and definitely not because I couldn’t keep the voice in my head no sir-e!)

Prediction time: This chapter, Shion or Mion is going to be murdered, but Keiichi is unsure which one it was, and he begins to think the survivor is the other pretending to be them.  Whether it really is or isn’t is left ambiguous.

[bearsanpancakes]

Mitsuki Izumi i-HAKE! Rabbit TV - Part 2: i-HAKE! ~Mitsuki’s episode 2~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Mister Shimooka: Alright! Good evening everyone! The program “i-HAKE! ~Idol dispatch~” is about to begin!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!

Mister Shimooka: This is a program meant to dispatch idols to help people from around the world with their requests!

Mister Shimooka: The recording will be ongoing for several days, and we'll be able to watch them complete their requests like a variety documentary!

Mister Shimooka: This time… we’ve invited Mitsuki-kun, Riku-kun and Ryunosuke-kun on the show!

Mitsuki: I’m super excited for today’s program! Please take care of me~!

Riku: Hello everyone~! I’m happy to be able to join this time’s program!

Ryunosuke: Please take care of me! Let us all enjoy a lovely night together!

Audience: Kyaaaaa…!

Mister Shimooka: Alright~ please take care of us as well!

Mister Shimooka: Watching the VCR earlier, I must say that I’m impressed by Mitsuki-kun, you were able to use such a creative way to compel your guests to show themselves! It created an element of surprise instead!

Mitsuki: That’s not true, it’s all thanks to Riku and Tsunashi-san’s amazing reactions as well that the scene was able to feel so lively!

Mister Shimooka: Ha ha ha, that’s true, they were panicking so much! Riku-kun, Ryunosuke-kun, I’m sure you both were very surprised then!

Riku: I was super surprised! I was wondering if Mitsuki actually planned on finishing the program himself!

Ryunosuke: Especially since Mitsuki-kun feels like he’d actually be able to finish it on his own, that was what made me nervous! Thankfully it was just a joke!

Mister Shimooka: I agree, he doesn’t feel like the type of person to play dumb when he’s excited after all! …oh that’s right, Riku, you fell over in the video recording, are you alright?

Riku: Ah, I’m alright! I told everyone about this when we went back to our dorm, they were really worried as well…

Mitsuki: Iori reacted the fastest, he immediately shot up and said “What were you thinking!”

Riku: He lectured me for a really long time…

Ryunosuke: Ha ha ha! I couldn’t get the paint off my hands as well, so my teammates were worriedly asking about what happened when they saw that my hands were stained blue.

Mitsuki: I see! You have a point, because the colors couldn’t be washed away entirely, so maybe your skin looked like a zombie’s…!?

Mister Shimooka: Seems like there are lots of behind the scenes secrets this time! Well then, let’s continue watching the rest of the VCR!

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Mitsuki: …okay, we’ve painted quite a lot!

Ryunosuke: It’s almost done, Mitsuki-kun!

Mitsuki: That’s right! …now all we have to do is pray that the weather treats us kindly…

Riku: The weather is starting to look bad…

Mitsuki: Mhmm, I hope it doesn’t rain…

Little girl: Um, are you all drawing flowers?

Mitsuki: Woah!? Good afternoon, yes we are drawing flowers indeed!

Riku & Ryunosuke: Good afternoon!

Staff: I’ve asked the residents in the area, and everyone was eager to lend a helping hand!

Old woman: Dear, look, the walls that used to look worn down now look so beautiful now…

Old man: How spectacular…

Young man: I’ve brought over some pickled vegetables made using locally grown crops, and also some onigiri that I’ve made myself! Though I’m not sure if it suits your tastes…

Mitsuki: Wah…! Is it really alright for us to have this!? It looks so tasty!

Riku: It’s cabbage onigiri! I’ve really liked eating these recently…

Ryunosuke: I understand. I really like it as well, so I make it for myself quite often! How about I go buy some pickled vegetables later!?

Little girl: …so idols…

Young man: …are this friendly…

Everyone: I’m digging in…!

Mitsuki: It’s so tasty… oh my, I can feel my fatigue fading away in an instant…

Ryunosuke: I wonder why eating onigiri outdoors feels so amazing…

Riku: What should I do! I can’t help but want more of them…!

Woman A: …Mitsuki-kun who only ever appears on television, is now smiling right in front of me…

Woman B: The sexy Ryunosuke-kun is unexpectedly eating onigiri…

Man: Riku is happily holding an onigiri with both of his hands…

Man: …Idols…

Woman A: …really are friendly, huh…?

Mitsuki: Phew…! After eating such delicious food, I’m filled with energy again! Thank you everyone!

Riku & Ryunosuke: Thank you…!

Mitsuki: …um, if everyone here doesn’t mind, would you all like to use your handprints to paint some flowers with us?

Residents: Use our handprints?

Riku: Yes! Just like the flowers over here…

Little girl: It’s true! These flowers are painted using handprints!

Little boy: I want to paint~!

Old woman: We’ve loved this train station since a long time ago, so being able to contribute something like this, it really makes me happy.

Ryunosuke: That’s wonderful, thank you everyone! Let’s all work together to make the train station of Haruno more dazzling!

Everyone: Yay…!

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Little girl: Mitsuki-kun, can I place my handprint here?

Mitsuki: Mhmm! Just place it on the most eye-catching spot!

Little girl: Yay!

Old woman: Um, Ryunosuke-kun, both of us as a couple would love to leave our handprints here…

Ryunosuke: Wah, that sounds amazing! I’ll go and grab a stool so that you both can easily leave your handprints!

Little boy: Riku-kun, let’s leave a red handprint together!

Riku: Ahaha, alright! Come over here, my hands are bigger, so the two flowers that we’ve printed look like a pair of brother’s…

Little boy: I’m done!

Ryunosuke: …ah… I think it smells of rain.

Riku: Eh…? There are a lot of rain clouds, but it hasn’t started to rain yet…

Ryunosuke: I used to live on an island, so I’m able to recognize the smell of rain. It’s about to rain very soon, let’s quickly cover it up with a tarp…!

Mitsuki: ……! Staff-san! Did anyone bring a tarp!?

Staff: Yes, it’s right here!

Riku: Everyone, please come inside the station to rest in the meantime!

Little girl: Are the flowers going to disappear?

Mitsuki: It won’t, we won’t let it disappear…!

Ryunosuke: It’s almost about to rain, let’s get a move on!

Mitsuki: Got it…!

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Everyone: The rain stopped…!

Ryunosuke: It was just a short rain, thankfully it stopped quickly!

Riku: …ah! Everyone, look!

Mitsuki: It’s a rainbow!

Everyone: Woah…!

Riku: Just like the painting that we’ve made, a rainbow hangs high above the train station!

Ryunosuke: It's such a miracle, to think that there’s a coincidence such as this…

Mitsuki: Yes… it’s just like meeting various different people, everyone initiates a miracle together… Whenever I get to witness moments such as these, I always feel grateful to be able to have this job.

Mitsuki: …okay! It’s almost done, so let’s keep it up!

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End of part 2

[soft-ris]

🍙 Miya Osamu HC 🍙

Osamu hyping himself up in his head like “c’mon quit bein nervous, u just have to say ‘I like you’. It’s easy u can do it” before he confesses to u and that shit’s so CUTE AAAAAAAAA

[leafsgarbage]

if i was her pt.2 | i.h. / m.a.

A/N: ahhhh i didn’t expect my last one to be liked as much but thank you!

Synopsis: your twin sister has bested you in everything, and while you refuse to let go of the man you love, she has him in her clutches

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: timeskip!iwaizumi x f!reader, iwaizumi x bestfriend!reader, timeskip!atsumu x f!reader

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pt.1

Maybe he said something else, you’re not too sure. You left pretty quickly after that. You didn’t want to go home to your sister, and you didn’t want to drive forever, so you called the only person who you could think of in something like this.

“Hey, are you home?” You mutter through the phone.

“Yea, y/n, what’s going on?”

You take a deep breath trying to steady yourself. “Can I come over?”

It doesn’t take you long to get there, once you do, you crumble in the embrace of your friend and he tries to soothe you best he can, but he’s not very good at handling these kinds of situations. Osamu was even worse. He came in the room and immediately backed out, but that was ok because he just went to go make you some food and came back with soup.

The boys found out what happened through your mumbled words and were seriously shocked to find out that Iwaizumi had fallen out of love with you.

“You know ‘Tsum,” you start. “All my life, everyone favored her over me. Everyone. My parents, my classmates, everyone. And Hajime was the one person who I thought was my own.” You shake your head because how foolish were you.

Atsumu puts a hand on your knee and soothes it. “If anyone understands how that feels, it’s me.” He chuckles. “I think over time, after we got separated, it stops feeling like that.”

“Yea,” you chuckle. “I feel like my own person at college, of course I missed my sister, but-”

“It’s nice to just be known as yourself.” He smiles at you nodding his head. “I get it y/n. I’m sorry Iwaizumi-san’s an idiot. If it counts for anything, you’re my favorite. Your sister is too perfect for me, well I guess she’s kinda imperfect now.”

“I’ll have to see her regardless.” You sigh. “I’m upset with her, but she’s still my sister.” You get up and sit at Atsumu’s desk to eat the soup Osamu left for you. 

“I can get you out.” He shrugs. “It’s just my mom, ‘Samu, and I for Christmas, you can come over.”

You nod, smiling sadly. “Yea, that’ll work. Don’t think my parents really mind if I’m not home.” Your phone begins to ring and your heads shoot towards it. Your sister’s name pops up on the screen and you debate whether to pick it up or not. Atsumu hands it to you and you click your tongue before deciding to just answer. “Hello?”

“... Hi.” She says timidly. “Mom and Dad are wondering when you’ll be home.”

She sounds very wary of you, which you guess she should be. “I don’t know, maybe in like two hours.”

“Dinner is going to be ready soon-”

“I’m not coming home for dinner don’t worry, bye.” You let out a heavy breath after hanging up. “She just makes me so mad right now. I hate feeling this way.”

Osamu comes back in the room with some onigri on hand. “I’m trying out some new recipes at the restaurant, if you don’t mind taste testing.”

“Fuck yes.” Atsumu reaches out to take one only to get smacked on the hand by his brother.

“Ladies first, pig.” Atsumu grumbles at his brother. He was considering tackling him but he knew Osamu wouldn’t make the food again so he refrained.

You laughed at the rapport between the two and took one onigiri. “Thank you ‘Samu.” 

Eventually, you had to go, but were fully intending on taking Atsumu up on the offer to spend Christmas at Casa De Miya. 

“We’d love to have you over.” He reassured.

It was around 1am and all the lights were out. You slowly creeped in the house and went upstairs to your room.

When you opened the door you saw your sister laying there on your bed asleep. Maybe she was waiting for you to get home. You were about to gently wake her up until you saw a message pop up on her phone. 

Goodnight Cece, you’re one of a kind.

And it made your blood boil all over again.

You slap your sister’s foot that was hanging off the bed and this immediately jolts her up. She was always a light sleeper. “Get out.” You said lowly as to not wake up your parents.

Your sister rubs at her eyes before grabbing your hand. “Can we talk y/n. Please.”

“Not really, I’m tired and upset and angry and betrayed and would like to go to sleep thanks.” You pull out some pajamas from your closet before beginning to get dressed.

Cecile sighs. “I wasn’t trying to go after him y/n. I was so happy that you and him were going to start dating and I knew he would take a good care of you. I thought it would be sweet to get to know him better if he was going to be spending time with you, honest. My intentions were completely innocent.” 

Your back is to her and you’re glad. You’re glad she can’t see you struggling to hold back tears that want to fall. You’re sad because you know she’s telling the truth. You’re sad because you can’t bring yourself to hate her, but you hate everything that happens because of her.

She’s also beginning to tear up, but you don’t see it. You only hear it in her voice. “I don’t want you to hate me y/n. You’re my sister and I love you.”

“I don’t hate you.” Your sister relaxes a bit, but it’s only a fleeting feeling. “I just thought-” you choke back. “I thought that even though everyone thought you were better than I was, that you at least didn’t think that way. At least I found someone who wasn’t you that thought that.” 

“Y/n, you know he doesn’t think that.”

You turn around to face her with a pointed look. “Please Cecile, don’t speak on his behalf.” It’s quiet between the two of you for a bit. “I thought that if anyone had my back... it was you. It was supposed to be you.” You let the tears fall, maybe she would finally see how distraught this whole ordeal has made you. “I don’t hate you, Cecile. But I don’t see you the same way- I don’t trust you the same way. Right now... I don’t really want to see you. I don’t want any apologies, I just want you to get out of my room before I freak out.” 

Your sister shakes, upset from having severed this bond between the two of you. She feels and sees it break right before her eyes and she hates it. She truly loves you and has never felt the consequences of her actions more than right now.

She gets up quietly before giving you a short hug and exiting your room.

You turn off your lights and plop down on your bed hugging your baby blanket and crying into it to sleep.

The morning isn’t much better. You woke up pretty early to get out of the house before your sister woke up. Your mom was downstairs making eggs and you ate a bit before you went on your run. 

“Are you and your sister alright?” She asks. 

You shrug. “Not really no. You’re more than welcome to ask her why.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me?”

“Because you’d just tell me that I’m lying and that she would never do that.”

Your mother is taken aback by your sudden back talk as you’ve never been that way before. “Y/n l/n-”

You walk out the door before she has the time to say something. You put on your headphones, queued your playlist, and got to jogging. 

You loved jogging near the hills, it had the best view of the sunrise and sunset and just beautiful scenery in general. This time allowed you to decompress. It was just you, the world around you was a blur. 

You stop to take some pictures of the hill until you feel someone tap your shoulder. When you turn around your eyes widen. “Oh my god, Ru!” You throw your arms around his neck squeezing him tight to you. “When did you get back!”

Oikawa smirks. “I got back last night, couldn’t sleep so I came out to run to see if I could take a nap sometime today.”

A wide smile breaks out on your face. “It’s so good to see you! I missed you!”

“Me too, how’s everything?” 

You flinch, but just shrug, not wanting to bother Oikawa about his best friend. “It’s alright, same old same old, what about you? How is Argentina!”

He shakes his head before bringing you back in to a hug. “I’ll tell you after you tell me how you really are, y/n.”

“Not great obviously. I don’t want to talk about it. I’m all talked out. Take my mind off of it. Tell me about you!”

You got him that’s for sure, because he goes on for so long about how he loves Argentina and his teammates and you couldn’t be happier for him. “You know, Iwa feels really bad.” He throws in.

You sigh shaking your head. “I’m sure he’ll be alright in the comfort of my sister.”

His eyes widen. “Oh. Yea he didn’t mention that part.” You nod to assure him it’s true. “In that case, fuck Iwaizumi, man.”

You burst out laughing, clutching your stomach for comfort. “Yea, I guess so Oikawa.”

After a bit, Atsumu joins the two of you on the run and you introduce them. To your surprise, they get along instantly. It’s different from the way Atsumu is with Osamu and how Oikawa is with Iwaizumi, you see that they have an understanding of each other.

“Awe man I wish I would’ve gone to high school with you guys.” Atsumu states.

“You should’ve seen y/n, she was crazy.”

You scoff at the setter rolling your eyes. “I was not crazy.”

He rolls his right back at you. “Yea ok.” He leans closer to Atsumu to whisper to him. “She’d make other teams cry.”

“Ok you’re done.” You scold.

Oikawa puts his hands up in surrender, still laughing. “I gotta head back anyway, it was good seeing you y/n. Nice to meet you Atsumu.”

“Right back at ya.” He points at Oikawa as he runs away. “Is it just me or-”

“Does he run a little funny? Yea. I don’t know what it is but, it’s definitely there.” The setter laughs wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “Let’s go grab something to eat.” 

The two of you go to a quiet little store to eat. You have a good time as Atsumu makes you laugh and takes your mind off of your current situation. He was genuine and meant every word that he said. 

“I’m proud of ya y/n. I think it’s great that you can play volleyball and get your degree at the same time. I know you can do it.” He praises.

It feels great coming from him because you know how honest he is. “And what about you? Nominated for a setter award.”

He chuckles it off. “You know me.” The waiter comes around with the check and he grabs it hastily. “This ones on me.” 

He’s even a gentleman as he walks you back to your house. “You can come in and hang out if you’re not busy.” 

“Just for a bit, I promised Ma I’d help her with the outside decorations.” He says.

You make your way inside. “Awe, send me a picture when they’re all done!”

He promises to do so as you take your shoes off in the living room. “Mom.” You call out. “Dad?”

The two of you walk into the dining room only to find your sister and Iwaizumi sitting down eating with your parents. “Hi y/n,” your dad says. “Do you guys want to eat with us?”

“Good morning Mister and Misses l/n.” Atsumu greets.

You avoid looking at your sister and Iwaizumi because you don’t want to feel angry, not when you’ve been in such a good mood. “We already ate, thank you. I was just going to let you know I’m gonna help Atsumu and his mom with Christmas decorations.”

“Alright, will you be back for dinner?” Your mom asks this time. 

“Probably not. Atsumu’s brother cooks really well, so he’ll probably make dinner.” You say. 

“Ok, don’t come back too late.” Your mom goes back to eating dinner.

The two of you leave the house and you try to hurry because you heard Iwaizumi excuse himself from the table. “I’m sorry I invited myself to your house.” You apologize to Atsumu.

“It’s all good, I’m sure Ma will love to have you over.” He assures you with a warm smile and you know it’s all ok.

“Y/n, can we talk.” Your walking headache announces on the porch of your house.

You sigh and walk towards Iwaizumi planning to cut him short. “Listen Iwaizumi,” if he’s caught off-guard by your sudden formality, he doesn’t show it. “I talked to my sister already. I really, really don’t feel like talking to you anytime soon. Just give me some space, and I’ll get back to you in like seven to ten business days. Ok?” Atsumu chuckles behind you from your little comment. 

Iwaizumi doesn’t say anything and you take that as your cue to leave. As you walk you hear him whisper, “I’m sorry, y/n,” before going back in the house. You still for a moment, but keep it moving.

You enjoy a nice evening with the Miyas; hanging ornaments, turning on lights, making hot cocoa, the whole lot. Atsumu gives you a hug when it’s all over and you hug him back. 

“Hey look.” He grabs something from one of the bins. “It’s mistletoe, c’mere y/n.”

“No!” You shriek running away from him. He laughs chasing you around the house, you giggling and trying to find somewhere to go. He catches you of course and locks an arm around you.

The two of you are trying to catch your breaths, smiling wide. “Gotcha.”

You chuckle. “Guess so.” He keeps holding mistletoe above you just when you think he’s about to let go, he leans in and you just let him.

Wow. 

A/N: I’m sorry I disappeared again LMAO. It just happens like that sometimes.

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[yamagucji]

Things they do out of love

to show that love isn’t always explicit

OIKAWA corrects your food order even when you tell him not to mind it. “excuse me, they asked for (/no) pickles” while ignoring the feeling of your hand nudging his arm. he will absolutely not let your order fly off the roof like that. oikawa calls it ‘standing up for you.’ you tell him that he’s the real bully.

KITA cleans you up with a warm cloth when you’re passed out on the couch from exhaustion. he’d be extremely careful with it too; gently rubbing the cloth on your arms and over your face. if the cloth starts to get cold mid-way, kita will go back to get it warmed up again.

BOKUTO won’t move beside your sleeping figure even when his arms go numb. you’d have your head on his arm for way too long but he can almost never find it in himself to move in case he’d accidentally stir you awake. you’ll never know the pain he goes through because bokuto wouldn’t dare tell you.

KIYOKO offers you a small plate of carefully cut fruits and vegetables — or rather, slides it over to your desk and leaves the room like nothing happened. sometimes you won’t even be in the room when it happens, so it’s a warm surprise to come back to.

TERUSHIMA gets a to-go order when he’s hanging out with his friends so he can come home and surprise you with food. it could even just be a burger or a small order of fries that he chose not to eat because he knows how much you love them.

KAGEYAMA heard that you really liked this thing so he came back with over 10 packs of the same product. be it a snack, facial product, or whatever the heck it is; it’s going to show up on your kitchen counter. can you even see the counter at this point? kageyama happens to pass by just as you see his surprise and he only says, “i heard you like them...”

USHIJIMA covers you with a blanket when you happen to fall asleep unintentionally. he’d pick out your favorite one too. if you happen to fall asleep on the couch, he’d be on guard with the possibility of you falling off (because it’s happened before). turn a little too much, and he’ll gently push you right back.

IWAIZUMI offers to put lotion on your back but always ends up massaging you as he’s lathering the product on your skin. it’s mostly intentional, since he wants to make sure you’re well taken care of. don’t worry if you accidentally fall asleep because of his massage.

YAMAGUCHI will do your laundry and fold your clothes before you wake up sometimes. he knows how hard you work, and how hard it can be to get up. so he’ll tip-toe into your room and take care of your chores as a way to let you get some more rest. and, no need to thank him (as he always insists).

TENDOU switches everyone’s attention on to him so that you don’t have to face the anxiety of speaking up. his attempts aren’t that noticeable — until one day you’re with a group of friends and they ask you to narrate a game. just as you’re beginning to stutter your way to it, tendou volunteers to do it instead. he sees relief on your face, to which he smiles at.

OSAMU would stay up to make onigiri’s for your potluck even when you insist that he should go to bed instead. it’s about 1 am by now, and your eyes have already started to droop along with your shoulders. osamu takes one look at you and assures you that he can finish the rest on his own; “i’m not tired yet,” he promised.

YACHI adds a little more to your plate of food because she knows how much you love that specific dish. it’s pretty noticeable too, so you confronted her about it once. but yachi simply denied and said that it was all unintentional, and that it’s fine because she doesn’t really like it as much as you do.

ARAN leaves a cup of water on your nightstand. once you woke up in the middle of the night with a dry throat, and ever since then he’s always insisted that you have a glass of water nearby. you always forget, he knows, that’s why he makes a note to get you one before he leaves for the day.

SAKUSA scolds you about not having appropriate clothing for the weather. so he sacrifices a piece of his for your comfort. it doesn’t matter — it could be pouring outside, snowing, or simply burning hot, sakusa’s instincts are to take care of you. your health is a priority to him as well, don’t ever forget it.

AKAASHI will wait in an extremely long line and let you wander about as he waits. you offered to do the waiting instead but he insisted that he’d rather do it than go shopping around the mall. just don’t forget to bring him back a bit of food or something so he doesn’t get too bored waiting.

KUROO takes a couple minutes out of his day to remind you to eat, drink water, and take your meds if you have to. he actually has reminders set on his phone (because even he forgets). don’t think of it as pestering you, kuroo simply wants to make sure that you’re taking care of yourself even when he’s not there.

AONE will listen to you rant about your favorite thing even if he doesn’t really get it. please, do help this man out. you could be five minutes into your topic and he still wouldn’t understand. but it’s okay, judging by the soft smile on his face, he seems to be enjoying it.

TSUKISHIMA isn’t afraid to shush guests when you’re sleeping in the other room. he knows that you have trouble sleeping sometimes, so he’ll try and help you out in subtle ways — though not so subtle when he’s whisper-yelling at kageyama and hinata to keep their big mouths shut because they’ll wake you up.

KENMA leaves the bedroom with little to no silence so he won’t accidentally wake you up when he goes to stream. he likes to check in from time to time during his little breaks, making sure that he hasn’t woken you up at all. if he notices that your blanket or pillow has fallen, he’ll simply tuck it back in as if nothing had happened. though, he’d probably make light fun of you the next morning.

[onigirintarou]

Put A Ring On It

Sure, Osamu’s happy for his brother. He’s finally got the partner of his dreams. And the cherry on top of it all is the ring that Atsumu’s partner has on their finger. It’s a beautiful speckled diamond that their grandmother had passed down to their mother. The only problem being that Osamu wanted to propose to you, his own partner, with that ring.

~800 words. Miya Osamu x reader. Fluff

A/N: Let it be known to all that I am a sucker for (1) onigiri man.

Osamu is livid. Of course, he still liked the Instagram post. He is still a good brother after all, unlike that good-for-nothing asshole who happened to share the same face as him.

Ignoring your amused look, he punches in his brother’s number on his phone.

“Samu!” his brother greets jovially.

“Atsumu,” he hisses and then takes a breath in an attempt to calm himself. It doesn’t work. 

“Wanna explain to me why the ever loving fuck, ya got Obachan’s ring on your fiancée’s finger?”

Your eyebrows raise and most of the amusement you felt just moments before vanishes. You know that tone. You’ve only ever heard your boyfriend use that same tone when he was berating a creep who was making one of the cashiers at Onigiri Miya uncomfortable.

Your boyfriend is absolutely pissed.

Seconds pass and you wince as the volume from both Osamu’s phone and Osamu himself sharply increases. You know that pretty soon this exchange will devolve into a screaming match and decide to move off the couch to calm your boyfriend down.

You reach for him and wrap your arms around his back. You can feel his tense muscles relax just a smidge, but the irritated look on his face remains. Deciding to take matters into your own hands, you begin to leave light kisses along the side of his neck. “Osamu,” you mumble as you reach for the phone in his hand.

His eyes flicker to you and you can see his expression soften. However, before you can claim your victory, you hear Atsumu’s voice on the other end of the call.

“Ain’t ya happy for me, ya scrub?!”

Osamu sighs and begins to rub at his forehead in frustration. “Of course I am, ya absolute dumbass!”

“Then, what’s your goddamn problem?” his brother screams.

“I wanted to use that ring to propose to Y/N!” your boyfriend roars in response and you freeze.

His eyes nearly bulge out of their socket as the realization of what he’s just said hits him like a freight truck. You would laugh if all air hadn’t also been knocked out of you.

Atsumu continues to rage on the other end of the call, but even his loudest yells aren’t heard as you and Osamu stare at each other.

You take the phone from him and hang up on Atsumu. You clear your throat. God, when did your mouth get so dry?

“You want to propose to me?” you ask.

Osamu’s mouth opens then closes. He sheepishly rubs the back of his neck and his eyes fail to meet yours.

“If I do, what would you say?” he whispers.

You wring your hands together in an attempt to control yourself, but the grin is already there threatening to split your face.

“Why don’t you find out?” Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek and he automatically leans his head against it.

He says your name softly and places a soft kiss on the palm of your hand. His eyes find yours and you’re overwhelmed.

“I want to marry you, Y/N. Would you maybe want to marry me too?”

You launch yourself into his arms and bury your head into his shoulder.

“Maybe,” you whisper into his ear.

He almost drops you.

“Maybe?” he repeats with his eyes wide.

You place your pointer finger and thumb on your chin and pose as if you’re thinking things through. “I don’t know, Samu. I mean, you didn’t even get down on one knee. Not to mention, I don’t see a ring,” you tease.

He rolls his eyes at you good-naturedly.

“Well, maybe I don’t want to marry you anymore,” he grumbles.

You scoff and playfully hit his broad chest. He clutches his heart as if he’s been wounded. 

“Oh, now, I definitely don’t want to marry you anymore,” he states.

“Samu!” you whine.

He chuckles. “You know I’m kidding darling,” he says as he wraps you back in his arms.

You hum contentedly. “And you know that you could propose to me with a ring pop and I’d say yes, right?”

He pulls away from you and you whine, this time, at the loss of contact. He shoots you a wink as he moves to grab his coat off of the rack. You stare, wondering what had gotten into him but he just gestures for you to follow.

“Where are we headed?” you ask as he locks the apartment door.

“The konbini downstairs,” he replies casually.

This makes you abruptly stop in your steps. “What the fuck? I thought you were proposing?” you can’t help the words that fall out in your confusion.

He turns to you and lightly flicks your forehead. “I’ll still be doing that, dummy.”

[dadbodosamu]

only you || part iii

Stepdad Osamu x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: shower sex, oral (m receiving), snowballing, semi-public sex, mild degradation, spit, squirting, daddy kink

4.1k words

also i forgot to tag them in the last part but thanks to @waka-chan-out and @vanilleswtmacaron for beta reading this!!

part i || part ii || part iii || part iv || part v || part vi || extras || only you, too

In the morning, Osamu was once again sliding into your bed. He wrapped his arms around you from behind and hummed in your ear as he settled down.

“Good morning, baby,” he muttered.

“Morning,” you mumbled, shimmying closer to him. You yawned and rolled to face him. 

“Beautiful,” Osamu said, kissing your forehead. You smiled tiredly.

“Handsome,” you said, kissing his nose. 

“Shower with me?” He asked. You hummed in agreement. He rolled you out of the bed, pulling you into your attached bathroom.

You pushed your shorts down to your ankles as Osamu pulled your shirt off.

“Cute,” he said, pinching your nipple playfully.

“We should start the shower,” you mumbled as Osamu leaned down in front of you. 

“Mhmm,” he hummed, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples.

“Samu,” you breathed as he sucked at your nipple. 

“Just can’t get enough of ya,” he mumbled against your skin.

You tangled your fingers in his hair as he swapped over to your other nipple. 

“Yer sweet, lil’ body, so responsive,” Osamu said as your back arched, pushing your breasts into his face.

You pulled him up by his hair to press your lips together. He stood up, lifting you by your thighs. You wrapped your legs around him as he pushed you against the shower wall.

“Samu,” you moaned. You tugged his hair as he kissed down your neck. “No-no bruises.”

“Just blame Bokuto again,” he mumbled, sucking at your skin.

“At least leave them where I can hide them,” you said. He moved lower, kissing and biting over your breasts.

Osamu pulled back as you whined.

“Shower,” he said. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower and watched as Osamu started the water. Once the water had warmed up, you stepped under the water flow. 

“How can ya stand it that hot?” Osamu complained, following you under the water. He hissed as the water hit his back and quickly spun you around so the water was hitting your back. You laughed.

“Just turn it down, babe,” you giggled, turning the cold water up.

“Just turn it down, babe,” he mocked, caging you against the shower wall. You wrapped your arms around his neck.

“Imitation is the highest form of flattery,” you said, pecking his lips. 

He moved in closer to you, deepening the kiss. He lifted you by your thighs, wrapping your legs around him as the warm water coated your body.

“Samu, don’t drop me,” you mumbled against his lips. He lined up his cock with your entrance, teasing you with just the tip.

“Not gonna drop ya, princess,” he grunted. His cock slid into you slowly, drawing a long, low moan from your lips.

“Samu,” you moaned, tightening your legs around him. He rolled his hips against yours, forcing his cock deeper. 

“Feels good, baby?” Osamu asked. “Feels so good havin’ ya wrapped around my cock, princess.”

“Feels good having you in me, daddy,” you said, digging your nails into Osamu’s skin.

“Ah, no marks, princess,” Osamu said, smiling at you teasingly. You kissed him deeply.

“Just not where they can show,” you said, pulling away from him. He buried his face in your neck and smiled against your skin. He snapped his hips up making you moan loudly.

“Samu, please,” you moaned, moving your hips against his. “Wanna cum.”

He reached between you and rubbed your clit in time with his slow thrusts. 

“Not stopping you,” he said. You cried out as your stomach tightened.

“Samu, please!” You cried. “Harder please!”

Osamu rubbed your clit furiously as your walls clenched around him.

“Come on, baby,” he grunted. “Cum around daddy’s cock.”

Your stomach tightened and your walls fluttered as your juices squirted out.

“Cum in me, please, daddy,” you begged as you gushed around him. “Want you to breed me.”

“Fuck,” Osamu hissed as his cock twitched in you. “Want my babies, huh? Want me to knock ya up?”

You nodded as you pressed your chest against his. “Wanna make you a daddy.” Osamu groaned as he emptied his balls into your cunt.

“Fuck, yer too much for me, princess,” Osamu breathed, dick falling limply from you. You laughed as his cum leaked from your hole. 

“Old man,” you teased as Osamu gently set you on your feet.

“Only four years older than ya, princess,” Osamu said, pecking your lips.

You two showered quickly after that as the water continued to cool down. By the time you were stepping out, you were shivering from the cold water.

“Aw, come here, baby,” Osamu said, wrapping a towel around you and pulling you against his body. “Let me warm ya up.”

“Th-thanks,” you stuttered, shivering in his arms.

“Y/n!” You jumped as your mom’s voice rang out. You pushed away from Osamu, stepping into your room where your mom was poking her head in from the hallway.

“Mom! Hi!” You exclaimed, rushing over to stop her from coming all the way in. “What are you doing here, shouldn’t you be at work?”

“Had to come back and grab my phone,” she said. “Where’s Osamu? His phone’s in our bedroom but I don’t see him anywhere.”

“I think he said he had to run by the restaurant,” you said. “Must’ve forgotten his phone.”

“Oh, okay,” she said. “Well, I’m going to take the car to work, so let Osamu know when he gets back.”

“No problem,” you said. 

“Bye, sweetie, love you,” she called, walking down the hallway.

“Love you, too,” you called after her. You waited until you heard the car pull away before running back to the bathroom where Osamu was standing, looking like he’d had the most silent panic attack ever.

“She’s gone,” you breathed. “That was a close one.”

Osamu let out a long breath, his whole body relaxing.

“A close one,” he laughed, coldly. “My whole life flashed before my eyes.”

“Tell me about it,” you said. “I thought she was going to come in.”

“We have to start being more careful,” Osamu said. You nodded in agreement. 

“Come on, let’s just get ready, the game’s soon,” you said. You smacked Osamu’s ass as he walked past you. 

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Osamu said. You smirked at him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. 

“Who says I can’t finish it?”

“If we miss the subway, I’m going to cry,” you threatened as Osamu slowly got dressed. “Do you want me to cry?”

“I dunno, are you a cute cryer?” He asked, going through his closet to find a shirt.

“I won’t be if we miss the game,” you said, laying back on Osamu’s bed.

“Black or white?” Osamu asked, holding up two Onigiri Miya shirts. 

“Samu,” you whined. “They’re the same shirt!”

“Black or white?” He asked again. You huffed. 

“Black,” you said. “Do you only own Onigiri Miya shirts?”

“Pretty much,” Osamu said, shrugging. He tugged on the shirt and held his hand out for you. You grabbed it and let him pull you into a sitting up position. “Are you sure you don’t want to wear something else?”

You smiled widely as you smoothed down your sundress. “How else am I going to seduce Bokkun to join us for dinner?”

“I’ll kill him if he looks at you for more than three seconds,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. His arms wrapped around you and he held you tightly against his body. “Also, no cutesie nicknames for him.”

“You do know I have to make it believable that he and I hooked up, right?” You asked. 

“Just tell him ya hooked up with someone yer mom won’t approve of, which ya did, and that ya lied to her about who it was, which ya did,” Osamu said. “The best lies are ones that hold a touch of truth.”

“Oh and you’d know all about this, how, Mr. Lies?” You asked, looking up at him. 

“I’ve been avoiding fucking my wife for a week,” Osamu said. “I know how to lie.”

“I’ll remember that,” you said. 

“I would never lie to ya, baby,” Osamu said, pecking your lips. 

“Better not,” you mumbled, kissing him again. “Come on, we’re gonna be late.”

Osamu’s hand was permanently pulling your dress down as the two of you travelled to the game. At the game, Osamu offered his hoodie to drape over your bare knees after you took a seat.

“Samu, stop,” you hissed as he tugged your dress down in a vain attempt to cover your knees as you sat. “I’m going to end up flashing everyone here my boobs.”

“Well now I have a new fear,” he said, thrusting his hoodie into your arms. “Aren’t ya cold? Put my hoodie on.”

“Will you leave me alone and let me watch the game if I put the hoodie on?” You asked. He nodded, scowling at a guy that had glanced at you a little too long. 

You pulled the hoodie on, content as you watched the game, if not a little warm.

After the game, which MSBY had won 3-1 over the Adlers, you let Osamu lead you down to the court where the boys were all excited to see you.

“Y/n! Did you see my last spike?!” Bokuto exclaimed, spinning you around in a tight hug.

“You were amazing! All of you!” You exclaimed once he sat you down. 

“Y/n, this is our captain, Meian Shugo,” Sakusa said, introducing you to their tall, handsome captain.

“This is Y/n, my new niece!” Atsumu exclaimed, tossing his arm over your shoulders. 

“L/n Y/n, I’m a big fan,” you said, bowing lowly to him. “It’s an honour to meet you.”

“You’re the setter that these guys won’t stop talking about,” Meian said. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You smiled widely as the guys made their way to the locker rooms and Osamu was dragging you through hallway after hallway until he shoved you into a supply closet and pushed you down to your knees. 

“Ya look so fuckin’ hot wearin’ my clothes,” Osamu said, undoing his jeans and tugging them down. “I really, really want ya suckin’ my cock, right now.”

You wasted no time, immediately taking the pierced tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the cool, metal of his piercing.

“Bokuto, the fuckin’ idiot, flashed everyone your cute lil’ lace panties,” Osamu growled, tangling his fingers in your hair. “Thought Hinata was gonna cum in his shorts.”

You moaned around him.

“Oh, ya like that? Hinata’s probably jerkin’ his cock right now, jus’ thinkin’ ‘bout yer lil white, lace panties, barely hidden under yer lil dress,” Osamu said, pushing your head down, forcing more of his cock in your mouth. You moaned again, the vibrations drawing a low moan from Osamu’s throat. “S’too bad that’s all he’s ever gonna get. Yer my lil cock whore, isn’t that right, baby?”

You hummed as he let your head up for you to take a breath. As soon as oxygen filled your lungs, Osamu was forcing you back down on his cock.

“Come on, suck my cock, princess,” he groaned. “Before I fuck yer throat.”

You hollowed your cheeks and forced yourself to take more of his cock down your throat. The corners of your lips burned with the stretch and you forced the urge to gag down as you bobbed your head on his cock.

“Fuck, good girl, takin’ daddy’s cock so well,” Osamu groaned. “Should cum on yer fuckin’ face, just to show everyone who ya belong to.”

You clenched your thighs together as you pulled back and teased his piercing with your tongue. 

“Don’t swallow,” Osamu choked out as his cock twitched in your mouth. “Hold it in your mouth.”

You hummed as his cock twitched again.

“Fuck,” he moaned, throatily, as he spilled into your mouth. Your eyes watered as salty cum filled your mouth and leaked down your chin. 

“Come ‘ere,” Osamu said, pulling you up to your feet. He kissed you deeply. You pushed the cum into his mouth and grinned when he pulled back. “Open.”

Your mouth fell open and you moaned as he spat his cum back onto your waiting tongue.

“Swallow,” he mumbled, watching as his cum dripped from your tongue. You swallowed and opened your mouth to show him. “Good girl.”

Osamu pulled his hoodie off of you and wiped your chin clean with it before folding it over his arm.

“Come on, let’s go before they start wondering where we are,” Osamu said, tugging you out of the closet. 

“We still have to talk to Bokkun,” you said, following Osamu closely. 

“Talk to Bokuto about what?”

You jumped nearly in Osamu’s arms when you heard Atsumu from behind you.

“Tsumu! How long have you been there?!” You exclaimed, turning on your heel to face him. 

“Long enough,” Atsumu said. He reached out and wiped at your chin with his thumb. “Heard something about ‘cumming on yer face to show who ya belong to’. Didn’t think he’d actually do it.” Atsumu casually wiped his thumb on his jeans. 

“We can explain,” Osamu said.

“Yer fucking yer stepdaughter,” Atsumu said, crossing his arms.

“I, um, yeah, I guess so,” Osamu said, scratching the back of his neck. “It’s more than that, Tsumu.”

“A whole affair,” Atsumu said. 

“You can’t tell my mom!” You exclaimed. “I’ll do anything.”

“Anything?” Atsumu asked, smirking.

“I’ll kill ya,” Osamu threatened.

“Chill out, it was a joke,” Atsumu said, holding his hands up. “Besides, I don’t plan on telling her. Frankly, I don’t care.”

“Ya want something,” Osamu said, narrowing his eyes at Atsumu. 

“Let me have a turn,” Atsumu said. Osamu stepped in front of you, pushing you behind him.

“I wasn’t joking when I said I’d kill ya,” Osamu said. “We’ve shared in the past but Y/n is different.”

“Osamu,” you cooed. 

“I really, really like her,” Osamu said, ignoring you. “Like, it could be love one day.”

You melted a little. Your face softened and you hugged your arms around Osamu’s waist.

“Fine, fine,” Atsumu said. “I won’t say anything. I’ll even be yer cover.”

“What do you want?” Osamu asked. 

“Free food whenever I go to any Onigiri Miya,” Atsumu said. “And maybe just one kiss.”

“Free food for a year and a kiss on the cheek,” Osamu bargained. 

“Free food for a year and a real kiss,” Atsumu said. “With tongue.”

“What are we, in high school?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Free food for two years and a peck,” Osamu said. “And I won’t even kick ya after the kiss.”

“Or hit me at all!” Atsumu said.

“Fine,” Osamu said.

“Deal,” Atsumu said, smirking. “Come ‘ere, doll.”

Osamu stepped to the side, letting you move closer to Atsumu.

“No tongue,” you warned, before leaning in. Atsumu swiped his tongue along your bottom lip as you kissed him. You stomped his foot as you jerked away.

“Worth it,” Atsumu said, smiling victoriously.

“Shut up,” you said as Osamu wrapped an arm around your shoulders. He kissed your temple.

“Hope my cum tastes good,” Osamu said, smirking wickedly. Atsumu’s face dropped as he gagged.

“Ew! Gross, I demand a redo after she brushes her teeth!” Atsumu exclaimed, following after the two of you. You and Osamu laughed loudly as he complained behind you.

“Bokuto couldn’t make it?” Your mom asked as she sat the food on the table.

“That’s why we brought Atsumu to replace him,” you said, smiling widely. 

Atsumu smiled at your mom wryly. “M/n,” he said.

“Atsumu,” your mom said, barely containing her glare. “I’m so glad you could come.”

“I’m sure,” Atsumu said. 

You and Osamu awkwardly loaded food onto your plates as your mom and Atsumu glared at each other.

“So, how was work?” You asked. 

“Oh, it’s terrible!” Your mom exclaimed. “Just the worst!”

“Oh? What happened?” Osamu asked, slurping up his soup.

“I have to work in Tokyo for the next week!” Your mom said. You bit your lip to keep from smiling.

“Oh, no! That’s awful,” you said. “But Tokyo, that’s nice.”

“It’s just now I really won’t get to see you,” your mom said, pouting.

“Maybe I could extend my trip a little,” you said. “That way when you get back we can still have a day or two just us.”

“Oh, as long as Osamu doesn’t mind having you here,” your mom said. 

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “This is her house, too.”

“Okay, then, that’s settled! We have to have a girls day when I get back,” your mom said. “I feel like I’ve just been pawning you off on Osamu this whole week.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind,” Atsumu snarked. You kicked him in the shin.

“I don’t mind,” Osamu said. “It’s father daughter bonding.”

“Oh, it’s bonding all right,” Atsumu muttered. You kicked him again. He hissed in pain.

“What was that?” Your mom asked.

“Just said that bonding is nice,” Atsumu said.

“So, when do you leave?” You asked.

“Tomorrow morning, around 5,” she said. “Way before you two will be up.”

“Are you taking the train?” Osamu asked. Your mom shook her head.

“I’m taking the car, hope you don’t mind,” she said. 

“It’s fine, we’ll probably just hang around here, anyway,” Osamu said. 

Atsumu smirked as he sipped his tea. 

“We have that pick up game later this week,” you said. “With Bokkun, Hinata, and Sakusa.”

“It’ll be great, we’re gonna crush you,” Atsumu said.

“You don’t even know the teams yet,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“Me, Omi-kun, and Shoyo versus ya, Samu, and Bokuto,” he said.

“That’s not fair! You three are all professionals! You take Samu!” You exclaimed.

“Ya don’t want me on yer team? I’m hurt,” Osamu said, clutching his heart. 

“Against three pros? No, I don’t want you on my team,” you said. “I want Sho-kun!”

“Rock, paper, scissors, loser gets Samu,” Atsumu said, making a fist. 

Your mom laughed as Osamu gasped in offense. 

“Sorry, Samu, but I want to win tomorrow,” you said, holding up a fist. 

In the end, Atsumu ended up stuck with Osamu and was still complaining when he left. 

“Bye, Mom,” you mumbled tiredly as your mom packed her bags in the car. 

“Bye, sweetie,” she said, hugging you tightly. “Tell Osamu I said bye.”

“I will,” you said. As she pulled off, you walked back into the house. You padded down the hallway and almost turned into your room when you remembered Osamu was currently laying down all alone. 

You turned into his room and carefully crawled into his arms.

“Good morning, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. 

“Morning, daddy,” you said. You smirked as his eyes opened slightly.

“Oh?” He questioned. You rolled him over to his back and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.

“Wanna feel you,” you mumbled, rolling your hips against his. 

“G’head, baby,” he said, holding your hips. You ran your hands along his thick chest and stomach, stopping to play with his pierced nipples.

He hissed softly.

“Sensitive?” You asked, pinching his nipple. He nodded. You leaned down and sucked one into your mouth, flicking your tongue against the cool metal. You teased the hardening bud then switched to the other one, only completely pulling away when they were shining with spit and swollen. 

“Pretty,” you muttered. You kissed up his neck, sucking and biting at his slightly prickly skin. 

“D’ya jus’ call me pretty?” Osamu asked as you nibbled at his jawline. 

“You are,” you said, pecking his lips. You shimmied down his body, tugging his briefs off and tossing them to the floor. You palmed his hardening cock until it was bobbing heavily against your hand.

“Wanna ride you,” you said, straddling him again. You ground your wet folds against his cock. 

“I wanna fold ya in half, princess,” Osamu said, holding your hips. “Throw yer legs over my shoulders and pound yer cute, lil pussy until ya cry.”

“No reason we can’t do both,” you said, reaching down to line his cock up with your dripping core. “We have all day.”

“‘m not lettin’ ya leave this bed,” he said. You sank down on his cock with a soft moan. 

“Daddy,” you whimpered as his cock nudged your abused cervix. 

“Take it all, baby, I know ya can,” he said, holding your hips tightly. You let him hold up as he pounded into you, fucking past your cervix with one, quick thrust. 

“Samu!” You moaned loudly, digging your nails into his shoulders. You bounced on his cock in time with his thrusts.

“Takin’ daddy’s cock so well, look at ya,” he grunted. “Such a lil princess, wanting to ride daddy’s cock and not being able to take it all without daddy’s help.”

“S’too big,” you whined as his apadravya dragged against that spongy spot inside you.

“Ya jus’ need a lil’ help, baby,” Osamu said, hands tightening on your hips. “Yer daddy’s little girl, after all.”

You moaned as he pulled you down, your chests flush against each other. He smacked your ass as you bit at his chest. 

“Can feel ya clenchin’ ’round me, go ‘head and cum for me, princess,” Osamu grunted. You cried out, your cunt walls squeezing him as you squirted around his cock.

“Good girl,” he praised before flipping you over to your back. Osamu hovered over you, kissing your lips gently before pushing your legs up against your chest. 

“Daddy!” You cried as he continued to thrust into you. Your legs shook with overstimulation as he pressed two fingers against your clit. 

“Want ya to make a mess for me,” he said, flicking your swollen clit. “Want ya to squirt around my cock again.”

“Harder, Samu, please!” You begged, gripping the white sheets underneath you. Osamu braced himself against the bed as he pounded into you harder. 

“Gonna fill ya up all day,” he grunted. “‘Til yer swollen with my seed. Gonna be all fucked out and dumb when I’m finished with ya. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, nodding. “Want daddy to breed me until it sticks! Wanna be full of you!”

Osamu grabbed your face roughly, forcing your mouth open. “Tongue out,” he ordered. Your tongue lolled out, drool dripping onto your chin. “Good girl.”

He spat on your tongue before kissing you messily, spit covering both of your chins and thin strands of saliva connecting you two when he pulled away. 

“Gonna cum,” you gasped as he pinched your clit. He leaned up, watching you squirm as he relentlessly rutted into you.

“Squirt around my cock, baby,” he said, strumming your clit. “Come on, daddy wants ya to make a mess on him.”

You let out a high pitched moan as he pressed down on your bladder.

“No, no, daddy, gonna make a mess!” You squealed. 

“Come on, princess,” he muttered, pushing down harder. “Make a mess on daddy.”

You cried loudly as cum gushed out of you, covering Osamu’s stomach and chest.

“Fuck,” Osamu groaned, balls tightening as he painted your walls white. “Good girl.”

You breathed heavily as Osamu pulled out of you and collapsed next to you. 

“Daddy,” you breathed, cuddling into his side. “Didn’t know I could cum that hard.”

“Me either, baby,” he mumbled, pulling you closer to him. “Ya did so good, princess.”

“I made a mess,” you said.

“Just like daddy asked,” he said. “Ya want daddy to clean ya up?”

“Please,” you mumbled. Osamu stood up and lifted you easily, carrying you to the shower. He cleaned both of you off quickly before running a bath in the large bathtub. 

“Ya want anything, princess?” Osamu asked as you leaned back in the large tub.

“Join me,” you said. Osamu climbed in behind you, wrapping his arms around you. You leaned against his chest and relaxed into him. 

“This is so bittersweet,” Osamu said, rubbing his hand over your stomach soothingly.

“Why?” You asked.

“I just wish I had met ya first,” Osamu said. “Before yer mom. Now, I’ll always be the guy that got with his stepdaughter.”

“Hey, you didn’t raise me or anything,” you said. “It’s not like you’re my father figure or anything. You’re only four years older than me. If anything, my mom’s the weird one for marrying a guy her child’s age.”

“I really, really like ya.” Osamu said, nuzzling your neck. “More than I’ve ever liked anyone.”

“I really, really like you, too,” you said, smiling. You rested your hands on Osamu’s as he pressed small kisses up your neck. “I thought you were the most handsome man I’d ever seen when we first met. Nearly took my breath away.”

“I thought ya were the most beautiful woman,” Osamu said. “Couldn’t take my eyes off ya.”

You lifted his hand to your lips, pressing a soft kiss to his skin. 

“I’m falling in love with ya,” he mumbled against your skin. “This is the closest to love at first sight anyone has ever been.”

You kissed his hand again.

“What the fuck is this?”

[luvnami]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - wahh it’s here! can’t believe my brainrot of osamu teaching a cooking class turned into this long fic lol... i hope you enjoy it!! it was fun crafting the story with my beta readers and i put a lot of effort into it!!! itadakimasu <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 - @forgetou​ @amjustagirl​ (muacks 2x) + tq to everyone who helped me with the banner!!

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - you’re suna’s younger sibling, food, heartbreak, angst but happy ending, mentions of stabbing (joke), kita dances to ‘ice cream’ by selena gomez and blackpink, mentions of alcohol, mentions of blood (brief), suna beats (redacted) up

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 - miya osamu x gn!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - you fall in love with miya osamu once more, but you’re afraid of getting hurt again.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 5535

𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢

1. Cook the rice according to your rice cooker, then transfer the cooked rice to a separate bowl to cool it down.

“What ya want t’do is scorch the soy sauce.”

The class presses themselves against Osamu’s workbench as they scribble down notes on their recipe printouts. Their lips purse to ooh and aah at his cooking skills, though you’re pretty sure that they’re more interested in how his biceps flex when he flips the wok with a trained flick of the wrist. 

You stand at the very edge of the group. It’s better than getting close with a group of hungry housewives, really. If grocery store and department mall sales have ever told you anything, it’s to never get in the way of what a seasoned housewife wants. Unfortunately for you, you haven’t learnt the way of being a homemaker just yet. 

You’re unemployed, right in the middle of a month and a half-ish long transfer between jobs. You currently stay at your brother Suna’s place — which is really just an apartment filled with dirty laundry overflowing from its seams.

Turns out Suna himself is a bit of a gossip.  He told Kita who told Atsumu who told Osamu that you’re stuck at his place 24/7 with no friends or entertainment in the lovely city of Nagano. It’s just mountains and trees as far as the eye can see all around — and there’s only so many hikes you can take each week. 

“Why don’t you take a cookin’ class?” 

“Cookin’?” Your face screwed up in confusion. “ What for?”

“So that you can actually pull your weight around the house and make me something to eat.”

You chucked a pillow at his head and began to list all the things you did while staying at his apartment. Laundry, cleaning the floor, doing grocery shopping (even if it was only instant noodles and snacks), finding his disgustingly sweaty socks under the sofa and many other important chores, thank you very much.

Besides, you weren’t as eager when you saw who was the one that would be holding the classes. With his picture plastered across the front of a pamphlet, your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach. Years of chasing his dreams and training in a kitchen had done Osamu wonders. 

You had half a mind to smack Suna in the head with the yellow, glossy paper, but instead you quietly tucked it into a corner of the guest room to look at later. You were sure Suna hadn’t forgotten your history with Osamu just yet — but perhaps he assumed that enough time had passed to heal your wounds.

Either way, there’s no going back now. That’s how you ended up at Osamu’s ‘Cooking class for homemakers — you can do it too!’, except you aren’t a homemaker. You shift your weight from one foot to the other as the sound of sizzling soy sauce fills the air. Osamu pauses for a while before beginning to mix the rice with the sauce, wielding his spatula and wok expertly like weapons.

“Miya-san, you’re amazing!” someone gushes.

He lets out a bashful laugh. “This is nothing. I’m sure everyone will be able to do this by the end of class today!”

You wonder if he’s ever considered being a teacher. The demonstration on how to make shrimp fried rice is soon over and everyone returns to their benches, eager to try out the recipe. You are no different. Scurrying to your bench at the very back of the classroom, you exchange glances between the printed recipe handout and your tray of ingredients.

“Need any help?” 

Osamu’s voice and looming presence makes you jump.

“Woah! Careful there,” he chuckles, his fingers gently prying a knife out of your hands.

Unconsciously, you had raised it in shock when Osamu snuck up on you. The knife now lays safely on the tabletop and you feel the eyes of the entire class boring into you.

“Sorry, Miya-san. I didn’t see you,” you apologise meekly.

“Don’t worry about it, I shouldn't have scared ya like that. And no need for the formalities! You’re my friend’s sister, afta’ all.”

Oh goodness. You half expect the class to pick up their pots and pans and run at you right this moment. You swallow back the half hearted ‘Osamu-san’ that rises in your throat. Your heart trembles in your chest and for a second, the silence that weighs heavily between the both of you turns awkward. 

“Miya-san! Could you help me with this please?” 

You’ve never been so glad to hear Tachibana’s sickly shrill voice before. Osamu is quick to wave goodbye to you before hurrying over to her bench, a smile still on his face. You breathe a sigh of relief. 

You make a mental note to tell Suna that Osamu should just stick to placating those housewives and leave you the hell alone. The last thing you want is to have blackmail spread around the neighbourhood by these gossipy housewives, or worse, have their daughters hunt you down and chop you up into pieces.

Whatever. You’re just here to learn how to make shrimp fried rice and then go home to your annoying older brother. Besides, it’s not like you’ll be here for long. Miya Osamu just happens to be the local heartthrob, the handsome and eligible bachelor chased by anyone single and ready to mingle. You have absolutely nothing to do with someone so popular and good-looking. And for goodness sake, he’s your brother’s high school friend and your… Well, you know. 

Your face burns and you pick up the knife again, grip tightening on its handle. You begin chopping at the onions with renewed determination.

(Later on, when you bring back a tupperware of fried rice for Suna, he looks you in the eye and asks “Shrimp fried this rice?”.

You shoot him a glare.

“I fried this rice.”)

2. Prepare all the fillings that you are going to use and set aside, such as pickled plums or tuna mayo. Prepare your seaweed sheets.

What you don’t expect is for Miya Osamu to show up at your doorstep the next day with boxes of food, cartons of drinks and a very noisy brother of his in tow. 

“Rin, where can I leave the drinks?” Osamu yells.

“Rin, can I play your PS5?” Atsumu shouts.

You think that they are very different, the Miya twins. Suna takes a minute to finish putting on some clothes (you had answered the door, thankfully. No one wants to see Suna Rintarou in Pikachu boxers) before bursting out of his room.

He’s quick to smack Atsumu’s ‘dirty little setter hands’ away from his precious Playstation, directing Osamu to what constitutes the apartment’s kitchen — a second-hand fridge and the building-installed gas stove that works only if you hit it hard enough. You’re surprised that neither you or Suna haven't died of a house fire or gas poisoning by now.

It doesn’t take long for the other Inarizaki alumni to arrive at Suna’s apartment in a series of doorbell rings. Kita even brings along a large bottle of sake, to which everyone cheers loudly. You don’t understand why they had chosen Suna’s place to have a reunion party. Seriously, wouldn't Onigiri Miya or some other izakaya have been a better choice?

However, there’s free flow of drinks and lots of yummy snacks, so you decide to let the noise wash over you and stand by the food table to pick at the trays of pizza, fried chicken and other finger food. Aran even offers you a drink, smiling sweetly before going off to wrangle Atsumu from trying to initiate a beer chugging competition. Some things just never change, you suppose.

“Having fun?”

You jump and nearly drop the plate of food that you hold.

“You have a horrible habit of scaring people, Miya- Osamu.”

His first name comes out awkward, tumbling off of your tongue as you use a pair of chopsticks to carefully pile back some mentaiko mayonnaise onto a slice of tamagoyaki. Osamu settles into the crook of the kitchen counter next to you with a playful grin on his face.

“Do I really?”

“Don’t forget that the first time you did that, someone nearly got stabbed.”

You pop the tamagoyaki into your mouth. It’s delicious — the egg’s sweetness balances out the salty sauce. You wonder if there’s enough left on the tray for seconds. 

“How’s the reunion going?” you ask nonchalantly, and shuffle a few centimetres away from him.

You hope Osamu doesn’t notice that. He does, however, but chooses not to comment on it. He brings up a hand to scratch at his neck, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. He’s close enough for you to get a whiff of whatever cologne he’s wearing. Your head spins for a second. 

“Oh, none of us have gotten drunk just yet. I’m pretty sure we’ll be playing beer pong or something later on.”

You steel yourself against the urge to look at what Osamu is wearing. Don’t look, don’t look, definitely don’t look. Miya Osamu is, has been, a dangerous man to fall in love with. You can’t afford to- 

Perhaps gouging your eyes out would have been a better choice in theory. Even a glance from where you stand beside him is enough to see that not only is he wearing a tight, black T-shirt, Osamu also has a pair of sweatpants on. Is it a sin to wear sweatpants? Probably so, especially with the way it makes your throat run dry. 

“Beer pong, huh?” You try your best to mumble somewhat nonchalantly. “Who won the last time?”

“Kita.”

“Kita?!” you gasp. 

Even that’s enough to make you forget about Osamu and his stupid (and very sexy) sweatpants. 

“Yeah, right? That was the first time he participated. All of us got left drunk in the street, so we decided to do it at someone’s place this year.”

You let out a soft laugh at the thought of a bunch of grown men piled over each other on the road. You don’t particularly like the thought of cleaning up after them tonight, though. 

The lack of words between you and Osamu descends into snorts of laughter that trickle in from the tiny living room. Aran throws his head back, drink nearly spilling out of his cup. Ginjima laughs so loud you see Omiomi cover his ears and Suna holds his phone up, filming every second of Atsumu’s defeat. 

Osamu opens his mouth as if to ask you something.

“C’mon! Yer killin’ me, Kita-san!” Atsumu yells, socked feet and waving arms trying to match the onscreen character’s movements.

Kita, on the other hand, is scoring perfect marks without as much effort wasted. You giggle to yourself as he moves his hips, shaking them here and there. A small smile quirks his lips upwards as he finishes with a flawless ending move on ‘Ice Cream’, the Just Dance characters fading into oblivion on the screen. Atsumu crumbles to the floor in defeat. 

Osamu’s lips form a straight line as he watches you laugh along, raising a hand to cover your mouth. He curses Atsumu’s birth and swallows back his embarrassment.

“Did ya see that, Osamu? Oh- Kita-san is so good at everything!” you gush.

“Atsumu just sucks.”

When you laugh, Osamu thinks something in his chest lurches. Regret makes his head go foggy and leaves a sour taste in his mouth.

3. Place cling wrap over a rice bowl. Place some of the cooked rice over the centre of the cling wrap and make a well.

“No way ya got a love letter!” Atsumu yelled.

“Ya get yer fair share. We share t’same face, why shouldn’t I get some?” Osamu retorted, rolling his eyes. 

Suna watched as the twins began to gripe and argue about who was the better looking sibling again. Nothing unusual, really, given how this occurred every odd day of the week.

“S’gotta be a prank. No way someone likes a loser like you,” Suna mused.

In retaliation, Osamu threw him a stink eye. “You two are just jealous,” he sniffed.

The letter had been written on pretty pink paper, all hearts and cute handwriting as his secret admirer asked him to meet them on the roof after school. Not that Osamu wasn’t affected by it, of course. It always rubbed his ego the right way to know that someone preferred him over Atsumu. Though, it wasn’t like he was interested in anyone then. It only took a second before Osamu ripped the letter in half.

“Woah woah woah! Yer crazy! Whatcha gonna do if some pretty girl gave that to ya?” 

Atsumu’s eyes widened in shock, almost reaching forward to grab the shreds of letter that Osamu had torn up. 

“Does it matter? S’not like I’m interested in datin’ right now,” he replied.

“Seriously? What if she’s like, super duper hot!”

Osamu’s face screwed up. “Are ya a horndog?”

Just as Atsumu was about to shout at his dear brother again, you opened the door to their classroom and hurried in. You had a bento box in hand and a cute pout on your face as you placed it on Suna’s table.

“Rin! You forgot your bento at home again!” 

“Oh.” Suna blinked. “Thanks.”

“Seriously, you gotta stop forgetting your things! I can’t be bringing them to you all the time-”

“Hey, Suna.” Atsumu perked up, referring to you. “Would ya go on a date with Samu or me? Me, right? Definitely me!”

Your face flushed with heat. “Huh? What are you talking about?”

“‘Samu got a love letter in his shoe locker this morning. Cliche, huh?” your brother said between bites of his lunch. 

“Mm, yeah. Cliche,” you mumbled. 

You looked around anxiously for any sign of the love letter. Was it in Osamu’s bag? 

“Can ya believe he tore it up?” Atsumu laughed.

“What?”

Your heart felt like a stone in your chest as you froze, your blood running cold. 

“Yeah! This dumbass doesn’t know how t’appreciate anythin’,” he replied, smacking Osamu on the back of his head.

His twin responded with a muffled growl as he continued to scarf down his absurdly large bento. You fiddled with the cuffs of your sleeves, staring down at your feet. You were quick to bid the third years goodbye as you fled their classroom as an inexplicable ache spread through your chest. 

You didn’t focus on your classes for the rest of the day. The fact that Osamu had torn your love letter, written with all your heart and soul as you crumpled draft after draft last night, tipped you over the edge of your fantasies and had you plummeting straight into reality. 

“Oi.”

You looked up from your feet, glancing up at Suna. The both of you were swapping your indoor shoes for outdoor ones, but you had absentmindedly stopped in the middle of slipping your right foot into a shoe. It was nearing the time where they closed the school gates, so there weren’t many students around save for the odd volleyball club member.

“What’re you doing? Put your shoes on properly,” he huffed.

“Sorry,” you said quietly, and slammed the locker door shut once you were done.

You walked a few feet ahead of Suna as you approached the school gate. Your head drooped with each step, tears beginning to mist your eyes. You willed yourself to hold it in till you got home, till you were in the safety of your bedroom to start sobbing your little heart out. Suna tugged on your wrist.

“Are you crying?” he questioned.  

You shook your head quickly, rubbing your eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“Oi. Answer me.”

This time, his voice was a little softer, yet held a mixture of irritation and anger behind a crumbling wall of apathy. Who had been the one to make you cry? 

“It’s nothin’,” you choked out. “Let’s just go home.”

You turned your face to the side as tears continued to roll down your cheeks, muffled cries turning into heartbroken sobs. Something inside of Suna’s head clicked. 

“It’s Miya Osamu, isn’t it?” 

You had to bite on your lower lip to stop it from trembling.

“That bastard tore up your letter, didn’t he?”

You gave Suna the tiniest of nods. He let go of your wrist and whipped around, eyebrows furrowed together. Not wanting to date was one thing, but treating your confession like dog shit was something else. Fortunately for him, the Miya twins were changing their shoes in the getabako.

“‘Samu!” Suna yelled.

The gray haired male looked up with a face of confusion.

“Suna? Whaddya want-” Osamu wasn’t able to say anything more as Suna’s fist collided with his face.

Atsumu jumped back with a yelp as the both of them crashed to the ground. Your hands flew to cover your mouth.

“Rin! Stop it!” you cried out.

You dashed over, tripping over your own feet as you tried to pull Suna away from Osamu as they traded blows. It took the work of you, Atsumu and Ginjima (who had been unlucky enough to pass by) to tear the two apart, and even then Osamu was still struggling in his brother’s arms to be let go.

“What t’hell, man!” he snarled. 

Suna wiped his nose, glancing briefly at the crimson that stained his school uniform. The adrenaline was beginning to run low and pain began to settle into his fists and ribs. His shoulders heaved with each breath, and your hands clutched his shirt.

“Rin. No more, please,” you begged, pressing your forehead against his back. “No more.”

Suna hated the way your voice trembled as you spoke. He didn’t think it was fair for you to bear the burden of pain while Osamu got to walk away unscathed, leaving you broken in pieces. His fist curled up again.

“It’s not worth it, Rin.”

Suna took in a shaky, deep breath.

You were right.

Miya Osamu wasn’t worth it. 

4. Put about 1tbsp of the filling of your choice on the centre of the rice and cover it with rice.

A week comes and goes after the annual Inarizaki reunion. You’re still finding sticky stains on the floor, as well as food wrappers tossed behind the sofa. Suna sends the group chat a video of you yelling at all of them while wielding a mop with so much fervour Aran asks if you broke it. Atsumu actually apologises and Osamu offers to come over and help clean up. The entire group chat flames him immediately.

As per last week, you walk into Osamu’s cooking class at 2p.m. on a Wednesday afternoon. It’s hot outside, droplets of perspiration rolling down your nape. The cool air-conditioning of the classroom is much appreciated and you don your apron behind the gaggle of housewives. You catch snippets of their conversation as they put their items in the cubbies provided. 

“Tanaka-san, did you see the mushrooms that were on sale this Monday?”

“My son is attending this cram school this summer. Here’s the address!”

“My father-in-law keeps complaining about the heat…”

“Good afternoon, everyone.”

“Miya-san!”

Everyone perks up when Osamu walks through the door. They’re quick to surround him, asking how his day had been. You look tired, take this ginseng drink! It really revitalises your spirits! Did you get a girlfriend yet, Miya-san? My daughter is single, you know! 

You watch as Osamu walks behind his bench, all smiles and “Is that so, Shigeru-san?”. Polite enough to please them, but not enough to make them think that he actually wants to go on a date with their 34 year-old daughter who’s a tired office worker looking out for potential husbands like a hawk. He lets out a heavy exhale, using his cap with the Onigiri Miya logo on it to fan himself.

“Hot today, isn’t it?” he chuckles.

You think that maybe he’s the one that’s making this summer so warm, especially with the way that his shirt clings to his figure and his flushed cheeks that make him look adorable. 

Wait.

You do a double take. Ah, adorable. You must have meant that heart-print apron that Tanaka is wearing today. It is pretty cute, and you wonder if you should ask her where she got it from later on. Definitely not Osamu with his perfect smile that would make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and definitely not when it’s directed at you.

“Gather around everyone! We’re going to be making gyoza today!”

The demonstration goes as usual — Osamu impresses the housewives, they gasp and someone even touches his forearm and asks “How did you get so strong, Miya-san?”. Not that you care, of course. You certainly don’t. What you’re more concerned about is how Osamu manages to make wrapping the fragile gyoza seem so easy. 

Your fingers pinch at the thick dough, eyebrows furrowed together. No matter what you do, your filling keeps spilling out of the wrapper and so you’ve opted to try out for a thicker piece this time. Not that it really matters — Suna will be the one suffering from food poisoning if it turns out bad, anyways.

“Ah, yer made it too thick,” Osamu says as he strolls over. 

You tense up as he leans over your shoulder, peeking at the chubby gyoza in your hands. You pretend not be affected by how close he is and continue pinching the wings of the dumpling shut.

“They keep bursting,” you sniff. 

“Maybe ya put t’much filling?” Osamu suggests. “Here, lemme show ya. Put tha’ one down and grab a new wrapper. Yeah, just like that.”

You stiffen as Osamu flours his hands and cradles your hands in his. 

“Here ya go. That’s t’much, scoop out some more. That’s it. Now gently…”

Blood rushes to your face as you feel the warmth of his skin seep into yours, his hands rough from years of training and cooking. Scars adorn the tips of his thick fingers and knuckles. You suddenly feel the urge to gently trace them with your thumb, to ask him how he got each one of them. 

Would he let you? Let you so close, that perhaps you would be the one to know every single thing about him?

“You did it!” Osamu says cheerfully. 

He suddenly pulls away, making you plummet back to reality. A perfectly made gyoza sits in your hands.

“I’m looking forward to tasting your gyoza later on. Now keep trying!” 

You’re left dumbfounded as Osamu walks away to help out the other housewives. They stammer and blush when they get too close, but he never holds their hands in his own, never smiles as gently as he does with you.

You place the gyoza on a pan and put the lid on with a little bit more force than what is necessary.

5. Wrap the cling wrap over the rice and squeeze and mould it into a triangle shape with your hands.

You try not to make contact with Osamu after that. Attending his cooking classes becomes a game of cat-and-mouse, where you try to tell him ‘I don’t need any help, Miya-san’ and watch him crawl away in defeat. In fact, you decide to skip the lesson on making hamburgs and instead spend the afternoon watching television.

After all, from what you’ve learnt in the past, Osamu is nothing more than trouble. You think it’s worth the sacrifice now to put some space between the both of you so that you don’t end up heartbroken a second time. 

Though, you do feel a little bad. Just a little bit. One day when Suna’s out at training, you hear the doorbell ring and Osamu’s voice ring through the genkan. You hear his feet shuffle by the door and a heavy thump outside before he leaves. You only open the door when you hear his car pull out of the apartment building’s carpark, and find a packed bento lunch for you in front.

You try to pretend that the bunny cut apples and sakura shaped carrot slices don’t mean anything.

“Ah, Suna-san! Where were you last week?” Tachibana titters as you step into class for the final lesson.

“I wasn’t feeling very well,” you lie. “I think I caught a summer cold.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible!” the ladies chorus together. 

You think they’re probably just glad that you didn’t get in the way of their beloved Miya-san. You tug your apron over your head, and ignore Osamu when he greets everyone. His eyes linger on you for a little too long during the demonstration — to the point that he actually burns the skin side of his salmon fillet.

Osamu skirts around your bench like a nervous puppy when the demonstration is over. You don’t seem particularly keen about talking to him, though the tips of your finger tremble when he finally plucks up the courage to stand next to you. It’s not close enough for your elbows to touch, but close enough that he can whisper to you without anyone else hearing him.

“Hey,” he begins, uncertain. His voice wavers slightly.

“Hey,” you reply, wary of what he might say. 

“Are you okay?”

You take a moment to think, tipping the sake bottle carefully to measure out an exact tablespoon of it. He wonders when your hands have seemed so delicate, so small. He aches to hold them in his own again. 

“I’m okay.”

“That’s good.”

It’s quiet, again. Just like that night in Suna’s apartment, with all the noise of the reunion going on around you, except this time it's the clanging of pans and utensils, paired with the chatter of many ladies. 

“I was thinking…” Osamu stares down at your hands, turning the measuring spoon over so that sake splashes onto the hot pan with a sizzle. “Maybe we could get a drink together after this?”

You cover the pan and watch its surface cloud up with condensation. You hide your shaking hands by digging them into the pockets of your apron. 

Osamu swallows. Perhaps he had been too direct with you; scared you off with how quickly he was advancing. Or did Suna tell you to be careful of him? That he didn’t want you falling in love with him a second time? There’s no lie about it, that Osamu had been a grade A asshole back in high school.

But he loves you now; has loved you since then. Would you be willing to give him a second chance?

“Osamu,” you breathe.

His shoulders relax slightly when you don’t call him by his last name. 

“I don’t know what to do.” 

Your voice comes out timid, scared. Osamu’s heart crumbles at the edges. He wonders if you would hate him if he reached out and took your hands in his once more. You’re both adults, perfectly capable of rational thinking if only your hearts hadn’t gotten in the way. Love hurts, they said. You want to agree. 

“We can start it out slow,” Osamu suggests.

“I’m supposed to start my new job next month. I won't be in Nagano for much longer.”

“I’m opening a branch in Tokyo.”

“I’ll be busy settling down. We might not get to see each other often enough.”

“A little is better than nothin’.”

“You’re my brother’s friend.”

“Now, yer just picking at nothing, babe. Didn’t you have a crush on me back in high school, too? That didn’t stop ya, did it?”

Your heart wrestles with your brain, insisting on comfort and that love will always come in the form of someone that isn’t Miya Osamu. You’ll find someone, but will they be better? Will they send food to your doorstep, or send you stupid photos of dogs he saw on the street? Will they chase after you relentlessly for years, will they be Osamu?

A lump forms in your throat and you wonder if this, has been, is love. You tear your heart out from within you and let it cling to your sleeve, as pathetic and scared it is. You don’t mind if it hurts. To never hurt is to never have lived, to never have loved. 

By this point, your eyes have misted up with tears and it hits you- You’re about to cry about your crush in the middle of a cooking class attended by middle-aged ladies. You’ve never been more embarrassed. 

“Really?” you whisper, looking up at Osamu with glittering eyes. 

He ignores the “Miya-san! I need your help!” that rings out in the background. He smiles gently.

“Yeah, really.”

A tear slips down your face. Osamu lets out a breathy chuckle as he swipes it away with his thumb, giving your shoulder a squeeze.

“We’ll talk properly after this, alright?” 

You nod numbly. You watch as he hurries off to Shigeru, gasping when he sees how she had completely butchered her fillet. He turns back to you, trying to hold in a snigger. 

You giggle.

Osamu thinks he wants to hear that laugh forever.

6. Remove the cling wrap and cover the bottom of the rice triangle with a nori sheet and set aside.

“One extra large bonito onigiri with spring onions!” you cry out from the counter.

Back in the kitchen, Osamu and another part-time worker scoop steaming rice out of large vats and use their hands to mould them into perfectly shaped triangles. A scoop of filling goes in and a strip of seaweed is wrapped hastily around the onigiri before it's sent to you to package. You place the onigiri carefully into a box and slip it into a paper bag with the shop’s logo on the front for a take-away order. 

The shop is filled with customers even on a Wednesday afternoon. The clock shows 2p.m., past lunch time, yet you can see a queue that snakes out of the shop and down the alleyway. 

Another long day ahead, you think to yourself. 

“It’s our turn!” a little girl squeals as she takes the bag from you, opening it up to peer at the huge onigiri inside. “Mama! ‘giri!” 

Her mother laughs and pats her head. “Don’t forget to say thank you, Haru.”

The girl turns to you, eyes sparkling. “‘Fank you, Miya-shan!” 

A cheery grin almost splits your face in half. Miya-san. Four years on and it still makes your stomach flip whenever you hear that Osamu’s last name has become yours. It was an easy decision for the both of you to get married, really. You had loved each other for years and all you wanted to do in the end was to spend the rest of your lives together.

You quit your office job just before you got married to help Osamu out with the new Onigiri Miya branches. It took some getting used to, but the familiar customers and bright smiles that you see just by serving onigiri each day makes it worth it. It’s tough work, no doubt. But doing what you enjoy with the man you love is more rewarding than it ever could be.

Though, it’s not like your relationship has always been smooth sailing. There are days when you bicker over something stupid (like how you always forget to close the lid of the rice cooker), or when Osamu insists that he isn’t overworking himself (although his eyebags tell otherwise). But love’s a recipe with a few secret ingredients, and you’ve come to master it over the years. 

“Come back soon!”

The shop is filled with the fragrant scent of freshly cooked rice and bonito flakes being stir-fried into furikake. Customers perch on tiny stools as they scarf down onigiri of different shapes and sizes, licking their fingers clean. A plush toy of Onigiri Miya’s mascot sits on the counter next to a potted plant that Atsumu bought (which is surprisingly still alive).

A photograph of the third Tokyo branch’s grand opening hangs on the wall. You and Osamu hold up a bouquet of flowers, smiling toothily at the camera, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight. 

“One medium onigiri with tuna mayo, coming right up!”

You jump as Osamu shouts out the order suddenly and you nearly drop the onigiri that he hands to you.

“Woah, careful there,” he chuckles, a hand ghosting the small of your back.

“You have ‘ta stop scaring me, ‘Samu,” you huff and roll your eyes playfully.

Osamu grins at you and the edges of his eyes crinkle up. You place the onigiri safely into its packaging and place it on the counter for a customer to collect, before turning back to plant a kiss on his cheek. Osamu’s face flushes pink and he hurries away, mumbling something about bonito flakes.

Your heart soars in your chest.

Yeah, it has been, will be, worth it. 

7. Repeat the same steps as above to use the rest of the rice with other fillings that you prepared.

[maizumis]

Bestie😩✌️can you do a part 2 of where their child gets a Valentine but with Osamu, Yaku, Suna, Shirabu and u can choose the other one I don't mind😙tyty and take ur time🤠✌️

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEIR DAUGHTER RECIEVES A VALENTINE LETTER PT.2

ft. timeskip! osamu miya, yaku morisuke, suna rintaro, shirabu kenjiro, iwaizumi hajime

note: female reader❗plsss ofc I can bestie! shirabu was a challenge, yaku too 😭😭 I hope you like it!

part 1

•OSAMU was at the kitchen of Onigiri Miya when the door flew open and saw you and his lovely daughter in your arms "look a ma pretty girl! ya wanna have lunch here today bubbles?" the kid got quickly out of your arms to go hug her fathers leg "yeah daddy! wan’ sum yum’ ‘nigiri!" the smile on his face was full of love, he still can't believe what did he good to deserve the both of you "uh! daddy ya won't believe what happened to me today!" knowing what was going to happen, your hand went to your mouth to muffle your giggles "a boy, a pretty boy actually! gave me a letter and now he is my boyfriend!" the tall man stopped what he was doing, his attention fully in his daughter "no" the child confused "no?" "yeah, no boyfriend's for ya— actually we can go to another kinder right? new friends and stuff" as funny as the moment was, you needed to interrupt " ‘samu she's a child" his face dead serious, while chopping some vegetables "and a don't care— there's no way ma child gets a boyfriend, maybe when she's thirty"

•YAKU went to pick up his little girl after one week apart, he promised her over FaceTime that the exact moment he was back in Japan he would be with her "Sunshine! papa is here, I missed you so much!" he told her while bending over and opening his arms to receive her with a bug hug "papa! I missed you so much! I'm so happy to see you" picking her up with one arm while the other one was behind her neck to press her closer to his chest "me too darling, me too". little girl in his arms suddenly pops her head out of his chest ready to tell him what happened last week "papa! I got a valentine letter and a boyfriend when you were out!" he stops his way to the car, standing in the middle of the sidewalk with a fake smile and wide eyes "ahaha— very funny! you really got some jokes in there darling, so smart" she started signaling 'no' with her head "I'm not joking! look thru my bag and you gonna find the letter dad" he was spiraling to the car so he could see the damn letter, after his daughter was secured in the backseat and he was in the drivers seat, he in fact saw the little letter full of hearts and glitter "yeah— umh— no, we are gonna talk about this at home"

•SUNA had his daughter sitter on his lap, he was looking thru some sports clothes on his laptop while kids cartoon where on the TV "daddy?" "yeah?" "can I tell you something?" he raised a brow, eyes looking at her with a suspect expression "whatever you want, princess" she didn't say nothing, just got up from her seat went to the room and came with something behind her tiny hands "okay daddy, close your eyes" she carefully placed the letter on his hands "open them!" rintaro was so proud thinking his daughter made him a little draw of her perfect and loving family until he saw the initial of his daughter and other one with a plus between then, and a big read heart down it "what's this?" "is my promise letter! my husband made it for me and now we are married!" what are people teaching their kids this days? his girl was just his, a little more at least "nope, tell the boy the only man in your life is me" "but daddy! do you know how difficult a divorce could be?" he smirked before picking up her again and placing butterflies kisses all over her cheeks, little and high giggles all over the living room "I don't care angel, you're mine, only mine"

•SHIRABU was on his home-office when the little girl came running towards him with open arms "daddy! daddy! I missed you" he smiled a little before pulling back the chair so he could pick her up "I missed you too, darling. how was your day?" he finished the sentence with a peck on her forehead " ‘t was good, I got a valentine letter!" she got what? "I'm sorry darling I didn't quite hear you, what did you say?" the little girl sighed, knowing full well her dad listened to her the first time "I said, that I got a valentine letter and now I got a boyfriend" a boyfriend too? he didn't even date in highschool, he met you in college "did you know that Daddy doesn't let you have boyfriends? boys are smelly, I learned that in school" his child always, always, believed what he said, so she would dare to doubt his words "smelly!? I'm gonna break up with him tomorrow, after all I have you dad" his hands went to his girl hair, softly patting it before bringing her head to his chest "you're right darling, you have me"

•IWAIZUMI opened the door to find his precious girl sitting on the floor, drawing something in the coffee table while watching some tv, he carefully went behind her so he could have her a surprise hug "aaah! guess who got home!" he told there while tickling the sides of her body, little girl screaming his lungs out "dad! you scared me" he stopped, picking her up so he could give her a kiss "I'm expecting my welcome home kiss, missy—" his eyes caught the little drawing in the table looking at the barely well writing of 'i love you' "oooh angel, were you making me a letter?" she gaves him a confused look "nuh-uh daddy, that's for my boyfriend, he gave me one today so I want to give him too" he let her standing in the coffee table, looking amused by what she just said "and who gave you permission to have a boyfriend?" "do I need permission to have one?" hajime scoffed, of course, she actually needs permission to talk to a boy in fact, he is not gonna let anyone hurt his precious girl "yes and in fact, I'm gonna keep this draw for myself, I'm the only man in your life, the uncles too" now he had a single daughter and a beautiful draw, that wasn't meant for him, hanging in the fridge door

[kkusuka]

HQ poly Headcannons  pt. 2

Poly Headcannons <3  part 1 

pairs: Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

nsfw and sfw

Oikawa Tooru & Ushijima Wakatoshi

Sfw

This was an interesting match up

Considering the fact that Tooru can barely stand sharing you sometimes, they seem to make it work!

You were most likely Ushiwaka’s girlfriend, and Tooru just couldn't stand for that

Well at first he didn't really know that fact

He met you in the stans after an Alders game that he 100% wasn't there to spy on Toshi or to see how much better he got, no way

But luckily, you the beautiful angel of light, sat next to him to cheer for Waka’s team!

So after the game when Tooru was flirting with you and you completely ignored him to go to your boyfriend, Oikawa was more than let down

And you ignored him for the brick wall???? He just didn't understand.

Now he wanted you more than he did when he saw you, even more so that you belonged to the bastard Ushiwaka.

After almost 8 months of befriending you, he finally weaseled into your relationship! And Ushiwaka was so whipped for you he let it happen!

But at that point, he was so whipped for you that he didn't even care that they shared you!

Your guy’s dynamic is a bit twisted and hard to get a good understanding of.

Where Tooru makes it painfully aware to everyone that the two of you are dating, Wakatoshi is like a silent predator

He’s silent but deadly, and you’ve known him for far longer. That means he knows what you really like.

It's simple, he let’s tooru take you on extravagant dates and all that meaningless stuff.

But Ushiwaka is always there waiting at home to cuddle and watch a ton of movies with, he even lets you climb on him and cuddle him like a big teddy bear

Nsfw

This is one of the pairs that I think you're fucked in

It’s a silent competition of who can wreck you worse

Unlike some other Oikawa pairs, I truly believe that Oikawa would top

But Wakatoshi is also a top, a big man who has big needs

This ends up with you most likely with a two cocks one hole situation

If not that, it's the classic split roasts or Eiffel tower!

Oh to have Ushiwaka reaming you with Tooru in your mouth, yeah it's not as peaceful and soft as it sounds

But it’s still worth it

It starts softly! Then they go harder to try and beat the other! Then they really just treat you like a fleshlight.

Thankfully Tooru knows good aftercare techniques

But you still can’t walk for a while

“You can cum for me, show Toshi why you like better, go ahead”  

“You stretch so good for me, even after Tooru’s turn, you're always so tight”

“Look at her little clit, did Ushiwaka not pay enough attention to it? That’s ok! Tooru’s gonna make it all better for you!”

Hanamaki Takahiro & Matsukawa Issei

sfw 

Let's be real here, you met them at a spencers or a sex shop in a mall.

But it was a cute meetup!

After that, you guys just seemed to keep bumping into each other and became close friends

The initial relationship was started by Makki, he was the more open of the two so it made sense

And it’s been smooth sailing from then on

The amount of inside jokes you guys have is almost ridiculous, everywhere you go in the city you have a joke

You guys spend almost every waking moment with one another

One of their favorite things is to take you shopping, so you can do a little fashion show for them with anything you want to try on!

As in them make you try on revealing outfits for them

Dates normally would include random dinners at restaurants them a movie night/ sleepover

Like you guys would just stay up an fool around for hours on hours

They literally have no problems sharing and are always making sure you're perfectly ok with everything they do.

Nsfw

As expected you guys are very adventurous

Daddy Matsun got you and Makki covered

Well that's when Makki isn't trying to ream you into the couch

They both like toys, like a lot, a lot

Punishment is where the toys really shine, but you can't really call the toy punishment, punishment because you feel really good during it.

And it the most repeated thing you guys do

Mattsun’s the punishment dealer, so he’ll give you the biggest dildo that you guys have, no lube, he’ll tie your arms up and make you try to get down on it

BUT if he’s feeling a bit more punishing, he’ll set up a vibrator and set it to your little clit and turn it ALLLL the way up

But if that isn't enough, he will either let Makki in your ass, or the fuck machine will come out

They really love watching you try to get off, it does two things

1-  it gives them new ideas

2- it shows how much you need them, and their cocks in your little aching holes

This lead to them having you wear plugs in public, which moved to wearing a vibrator

Sometimes, they make you wear a mask, but under the mask

(come here)

(closer)

(closer)

They make you wear a ball gag under your mask

Good babies do what their daddies tell them too <3

“Look ‘Kawa, her hole is so tight she can barely fit both of us, just relax baby. They’ll get in, we’ll make sure of it”

“Makki, spread her legs wider, don't let her his from this”

“Don't make me gag you brat, you’re lucky Makki is in good mood, huh?”

Suna Rintaro & Osamu Miya

The way you got together was like love at first sight  

For both of them too

You met Osamu first, you were seated next to him at an Italian cooking class

You guys had joked around and he was so impressed by your cooking that he got your number!

(he won't tell you but he had already sent pictures of you to Suna, and he was doing it allllllllll night)

He immediately invited you to Onigiri Miya, where you met Mr. Rintarou

Who was already practically in-love with you just from pictures.

You were clearly drawn to them, they were so cool!

They made a big scene of asking you out too

They both took you to one of the best restaurants in the city and had a private balcony dinner

After dessert they took both of your hands and asked you, in sync nonetheless, you do wonder how long it took for them to figure out how to do that

Clearly, you said yes, and that was the first of the many great memories you have with the two!

Since they both have pretty busy schedules they can't always come to you, so you go to them!

Even if they assured you that you didn't have to work, that never stops you from taking up shifts and Onigiri Miya on Monday and Fridays, (sometimes on Wednesdays if Osmau relents)

Even when you do work, you make time to make and bring Suna lunch every time he has all day practice

(you make them both lunch every day, but they can get it themselves, they are grown men, and you serve no one)

Traditional dates are less common, you guys mostly just like to hang out with each other

Like 3 am cooking challenges and asking to get ice cream from the shop down the road

You guys also, when you can, just spend hours cuddling in your bed or on the couch just in each other's arms

(can you tell i’m uwu-ing)

Nsfw

For having a busy schedule you guys sure do have time to fuck

A common theme is having Samu fuck you when Suna watches

God, watching you fall apart around his best friends dick will never get old, so so pretty when you're all fucked out and begging for him too

Sometimes hell have you suck him off, but he isn't unstable he can wait his turn~

Osamu works just as hard as he does, he has to let oust some stress and, you're just so good at making them feel better

Remember the cuddling?

Yes, that's a guise to cockwarm you, let them relax you always feel so good and today was s stressful

I can tell you saw this coming but, Suna likes to put whipped cream all over you, it gives him an excuse to eat you out for hours and Osamu and excuse to have you naked and able to eat as much whipped cream as he wants

Do they like double penn.?

Yes, very much so ma’am.

Just know that you are stuffed at any available moment they can manage

*cough*  whipped  *cough*

“look she’s grinding into like a circus whore huh ‘Samu? go harder” 

“look into the camera baby, tell them all the things you’d love for them to do to you” 

Iwaizumi & Kyoutani

This was an interesting one for sure

A senpais pretty girlfriend thing too

Iwaizumi knew Mad Dog had a crush on you before he did, and he did everything in his power to deny the accusation

The entire team could see how the second year was calm and behaved when you were around, so taking the high road

Iwaizumi came a with a plan: bring you and Kyotani as close as possible

All with consent firm you and knowing he was ok with anything that would happen

Suddenly inviting him to hang out with the two of you

Then it was letting him have you in his lap while you watch movies

And that progressed into letting him cuddle you after bad days, never  without Iwa of course

Everyone on the team could tell the effects that it was having on him, he was calmer and easier to get along with.

He even started listening to Oikawa when he spoke, it was like a miracle.

And k\Kyotani finally got enough courage to tell you!

(you had pretty much known, but wanted him to say it himself)

Thus began what I would call that “Kyotani learns how to love” saga

Dates were first, they both took you to a small field of flowers to have a picnic and when it got dark out you guys set up a sheet and watched a movie!

For the both of them being temperamental, they got along really well

(mostly because Kyotani hangs off nay words you or Iwaizumi say)

You also make the both of them lunch and some afternoon snacks for practice!

(and if anyone who sees you guys, they’ll never mention how odd the two angry boys look next to their sweet little princess)

Nsfw

Sir Iwaizumi holds the torch

He’s the main dominant force, though Kyotani tries oh he does

Yeah, hate to say it but you bottom for them, every time.

A big thing is when he lets Kyo get you alone (while he watches)

Yeah maybe he lets kyo take over every once in a while, he’ll let him have you

Iwaizumi love having you under him, putting you in the mating press while Kyo watches from a chair a vibrator tied to him, just watching until Iwa finishes and leys Kyo try and breed you

You guys have also dedicated hours to getting you stretch enough to take both of them in one hole, but if not that then one hole for each of them will do

As you could imagine, they both love marking you up

You always come out of sex looking beat up

Most of the bruises are on your neck and inner thighs, but the bites on your nipples and the curve of your ass beg to differ

Now the real question is when Kyo is being bad!

Feathery kisses all over him, that's not where he wants your mouth, lower go lower

Don’t leave him!

He always learns his lessons after hours of waiting Iwa breed you

You being bad?

No cumming for a week, they can play with you but unless you want the time to get longer you don’t even think about orgasming.

“Calm down Kentaro, it’s too early to break her, we just got started.”

“Yeah i let Hajime have you but you still belong to me too, don’t forget that”

Kita Shinsuke  & Aran Ojiro

This was the perfect girl next door story!

Middle school aran was so thankful to have you calm him down after yet another Miya twins episode

So as the two of you grew up it was natural that you became friends with his friends!

Namely his bestfriends- Kita!

Who was practically at your feet the second you met

From first to third year, they both grew to REALLY like you

They were both ready to spend the rest of their lives with you and were prepared to share if you wanted that.

The day you guys all got together was when they lost to Karasuno at nationals

You guys went back you the hotel room and just sat, cooing how well they did and how great they were no matter the outcome

It wasn't out of the normal for them to be all over you, both of them got a hand, but Aran was nestled into your lap and Kita was snuggled into your chest

Nothing was planned either, at that moment they knew that it was their chance!

The look on their faces when you said that you felt the same!

From then on you were treated even more like a queen

Every Monday before school one of them gets you a bouquet of flowers for the week and the other comes up with a date idea!

You're involved in the dates cycle and that now have a pile of stuffed animals that you got them from things like festivals or the mall

Since your relationship started with a cuddle, it's a favorite between you guys

A movie and some take out. Making fun of the Miya twins, and when Kita won’t admit it, you guys watch a rom-com, where you and Aran laugh at Kita's confused face when he doesn't understand the joke

Even with all of that, the real favorite between you guys is staying after practice and just having fun while cleaning up.

They just wuvvv uuuuuuuuu <3

Nsfw

Even if Kita is the commanding voice, Aran id the driving force

Kita likes when you two put on a show for him

Not that it's hard, even if Aran wasn't half as good as he was, your faces could satisfy him until his dying days.

Speaking of shows, Kita is a dictator, which means punishments

One of his favorites is having you finger fuck yourself in front of him and Aran until you can't move

Another is tying you up at having you watch the both of them jerk off to seeing you try and get off by grinding on the sheets (which does not work)

Aran, whether he admits it or not, he took a page out of Suna’s book

His entire hidden photo album is of you either being fucked by him or sucking Kita off

He also has an entire recorded version do you guys fucking that he and Kita watch when you aren't home

When Kita does have you to himself he takes on the Dom/Sub kinda thing

Aka borderline pet play

You sit and listen to him and what he says like a good pet, and you get a reward!

He dresses you up in little white dresses and he has you kneel in front of him and cockwarm him while he works

When Aran has you alone he takes the chance toooooo

….

…

…

..

Breed you!

Like a good little girl!

You take his cum so so well, don't you!

Yes yes, you do!

“Don’t let her walk all over you Aran, breed her like a good cow” (i had to, I really did)

“You look so pretty stretched around my cock, you're a good breeding whore, right? Yes, you are!” 

Oikawa Tooru & Tobio Kageyama

This was a classic “in love with my senpais pretty girlfriend” kinda thing

Kags didn't mean to

He had known you from middle school and had a huge crush on you, but he knew that was as far as it would go

But when you came up to him after the game with seijoh and told him that he would have better luck next time

It was the hug that got him and in true Kageyama fashion he just couldn't help the words that fell from his mouth

“Thank you, you're still really pretty, and I've always loved you!”

Silence………………………………….

He couldn't even apologize because Oikawa was already on you yelling at him about never letting you near Kageyama again.

Yeah you had calmed both of them down, telling Tooru that he was overreacting and Kageyama was harmless to your relationship

After a few days of silence, you had invited Kageyama to have a “talk” with you and Oikawa

It was really just talking about feelings and ultimately Oikawa admitting that he was willing to give it a try, but you were his first and foremost and that won’t change

But you were quick to realize that they were actually really good together

The rivalry between the two always kept you on your toes and fueled both of their superiority complexes

Dates were always happening all the time, anther constant competition for you to like one of them better than the other

It's mostly movies and take out but its a date nonetheless

One thing they love to do is try to teach you how to play, all the time they try to get you to hit their sets

Even if you're awful at it, they appreciate you trying to learn more about their greatest passion.

You also try to go to as many of their practices as you can manage, they really love having you there to cheer them on!

Nsfw

Ok so at first Kageyama had absolutely no idea what to do, so some exploring was mandatory

Finding out he was a switch was a happy surprise!

That leads to things going two ways!

You could have Tooru taking his throne in the bedroom and he commands his two peasants to do exactly what he wants them too

This can include just regular soft sex with your little tobio gazing and longing for him, while tooru watches

Or

Tooru will have the two of you grinding, Tobio with a cock ring and you a strict order to no cum until told.

Or maybe he’ll have the two of you ride dildos, tied up and making a pretty show for him

Or you could have Tobio dictating both of you

This is mostly having you ride him while Toru watches, but he can't touch

It also might be Tooru eating you out and kags in your mouth, fucking your face. <3

Whenever either of the boys wins something you take all the time in the world and worship him as he deserves!

“Aw! Tobio I know you can go faster than that! Oh ho ho, ~ y/n I know you aren't about to cum! I didn't give you the go-ahead! Hold on, baby!”

“Tooru you look so weak. You haven't even touched her and you're ready to cum.”

“You look so pretty under me, Tobio~ let me and Tooru take care of you!”  

[kiyelle]

THE STEPS IN WHICH YOU TAKE THAT LEAD YOU TO A LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT WITH MIYA OSAMU…

*.⋆ʚ step #1: forget to take your bento to work - destiny has its own confusing way of showing you the path to love, and today it’s chosen to guide you using non other than an abandoned bento. the countless times you check your bag proves pointless as you still find yourself without a lunch. you give up, folding your arms atop your desk and burying your face into the crook of your arm with a small pout. your mind beginning to wander with ideas of what to do next

*.⋆ʚ step #2: almost trip over a stranger - as you lay in the outstretched arms of a gentle stranger your thoughts are stars you cannot fathom into constellations. in your hurry to find a place to buy food before the end of your break you fail to steer out the way of a grey haired man. what makes it worse is that he’s probably the most beautiful person you’ve ever met. stern features soften as he asks if you’re alright, moving one of his arms to push you upright by your waist. the handsome smile he has when you tell him you’re fine is small, but not unnoticeable

*.⋆ʚ step #3: explain your situation to newfound attractive man - ‘i’m so so sorry! i wasn’t looking where i was going and i forgot my bento this morning and- ugh can this day get any worse?’ you drop your head lightly against his shoulder before realising you don’t actually know this man, instantly standing back up to distance yourself. ‘ah sorry i don’t know why i did that’ you confess with heated cheeks. he just laughs shaking his head fondly ‘it’s fine, no worries sweetheart’ he lifts an arm to scratch the back of his neck, narrowly avoiding your eyes, ‘well i actually own an onigiri shop an’ i’m about to open for today, i could make ya something if you’d like?’

*.⋆ʚ step #4: try extremely hard not to swoon - upon arriving at onigiri miya he leads you to the kitchen where he settles you on a metal stool. from where you sit you get the perfect view of how his face frames a flawless picture of concentration as he gets to work. his movements are precise and rehearsed, clearly proving his passion for his cooking. when he turns to catch your wondrous eyes he winks with a smirk before looking away and engaging you in a soft spoken conversation. minutes later, he hands you a clear container filled with an assortment of food which has you practically giving him heart eyes

*.⋆ʚ step #5: completely forget how to speak - a colourful confusion of emotions leave you speechless... before you’re able to leave the small shop osamu calls your name and jogs from behind the counter to where you stand in the doorway. he looks hesitant before finally deciding to take your hands into his, ‘er well...’ he starts, feeling himself flush a little. ‘if ya ever forget yer lunch again, i’m only a few streets away’ he laughs shyly before continuing ‘what I'm trying to say is i’d love it if you came back sometime’ he thinks you’re an angel

*.⋆ʚ step #6: admit that you sure are glad to have done step #1

[koutarostiddies]

Ready, Set, Serve

Part 7. of The Beginning of a Beautiful Thing

Summary:

It’s game day and thanks to a bet the losers buy the winners food which leads everyone to Onigiri Miya.

Bokuto figures that now is a good time to confess, except he doesn’t know how to do it. Thanks to a certain Argentinian setter’s idea, Bokuto decides to use reader as “practice” for his confession.

CW: Suggestive, Pet name, pet name Princess and Babe are used, Oikawa (haha he’s not a warning but I just felt like adding him here)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt 6

Atsumu and Reader

Bokuto and Reader

“When is a good time to tell someone you love them?” The sudden question sent Hinata into a coughing fit as he nearly choked on the piece of meat he had stuffed into his mouth.

“Or like how do I even know if I’m in love?” Out of all the questions Bokuto could’ve asked, no one expected that to ever be one of them. And despite the text exchange you had only an hour prior, even you weren’t expecting to hear him ask it in front of everyone.

“You’re seeing someone? How come you never told us?” Hinata asked after recovering from his near death experience.

“It’s only been a couple of months.” Bokuto dropped his head as he wrung his hands. 

“How about you practice on y/n?” Oikawa shot you a mischievous grin. What a menace. 

“What?!” You glared at the setter as you watched your boyfriend have a near panic attack at the suggestion. 

“Do you think that’s a good idea?” Atsumu grumbled knowing full well he didn’t want to see his teammate confess his love for you, even under the guise of practice. 

“Maybe it’s not a bad idea,” Osamu rested his head on his fist as he looked at you with a smirk that rivaled Oikawa’s.

“You don’t have to do it if you don’t want, Bo.” But it was too late, he had already started to make his way to you. You felt your body heat up as he reached for your hand. “May I?” The mood shifted as he looked into your eyes. In that moment it was as if your surroundings had melted away. No longer did you feel everyone’s gaze on you as you took your boyfriend’s hand, now it was only Bokuto’s gaze that mattered. Bokuto pulled to your feet–a little too hard causing you to fall against his chest. “Sorry,” he whispered as you straightened yourself out. “It’s ok, Bo.” The tension started to build as he reached for your face. On instinct you leaned into it, smiling as he stroked your cheek with his thumb. “I’m not good with words, I’m not even sure I’m good with anything outside of volleyball.”

“You’re pretty good at eating me out,” you whispered loud enough for only him to hear, causing him to cough and turn his face. You couldn’t help but giggle as he started to stammer the rest of his speech.

“Um, I know you’ve told me I’m very emotionally intelligent, kind, welcoming and all around loving. I hope you know I see the same in you.” Atsumu scoffs at Bokuto’s remark earning him a kick from his brother and an elbow to the ribs from Sakusa. “Geez, sorry.”

“Man, this is harder than I thought.” His hand started to drop from your face as he lost confidence.

“Bo, I’m here. Look at me. Trust me, whatever you have to say, I want to hear it.” Bokuto stood there wide eyed, his heart thundered in his chest knowing that you had offered him a modicum of hope.

“Babe?” He reached up once more, his thumb traced your bottom lip as he looked into your eyes. “Are you serious?”

“Yes,” your chest tightened as he cupped your cheek and leaned in.

“Y/N, I love you. I love you so much that it hurts. Why didn’t anyone ever tell me it would hurt?” His breath ghosted over your lips. You could hear his small sniffles as he began to tear up.

“I love you too, Kou.” Before Atsumu’s protests could even register, Bokuto kissed you. His kiss was slow and careful, much gentler than your first kiss. He held you close as your kiss deepened. Doubt no longer had a home in his heart, he found solace in your arms and love in your every touch. He could handle the occasional ache in his heart when he was away from you or the guys, if it only meant that once you were reunited that everything felt right again; that he’d feel whole once more. He’d do anything for you and the guys, anything, and now he knew it was mutual.

You found yourself lost in his kiss as it deepened, everyone’s voices merely low murmurs in the distance.

“Babe.”

“Mm,” you hummed against his lips as your fingers raked through his hair.

“We should probably save the rest for later. I think everyone’s staring.” Bokuto gave you one final kiss before pulling away. By the time you looked around you, you were met with a disgruntled Atsumu, an unfazed Sakusa, a shell shocked Hinata and a smug Oikawa.

“Yeah, guess we should.” As soon as you took your seats Atsumu cleared his throat. “Well, now that I lost my appetite, I think I’ll be heading home.”

“Was that all it took? Shoulda had ‘em kiss right away.” Osamu teased as his brother stood up. 

“Yeah, well I’m just glad everyone knows now. Swear Bokkun was ready to explode if he didn’t tell everyone.”

“Was not,” Bokuto pouted.

Hinata and Oikawa were the last to leave; Oikawa preferring to stay a while longer just to gloat some more. Hinata was full of questions and Bokuto was more than willing to entertain him. Suna smiled as he looked on, “He’s really happy, isn’t he?”

“I mean it was weighing on him. Hey, did he ever say anything to you guys?” You looked at both men and they chuckled. “Yeah, he blurted it out before we headed out. Tell you one thing, sure wasn’t as romantic.” Osamu sighed as he watched his boyfriend chatting away with Hinata and Oikawa.

“I don’t know, his kiss was just as good as the one he gave Princess,” Suna traced his lips as he recalled their kiss.

“I think it’s time we head home and celebrate, what do you think?” Osamu stood up and started to clear the table.

“Yeah, I think I need to relieve some tension.”

Oikawa and Reader

Tags: @sugaslilsugabby @daddyissuesmademe @fantasycantasy

[kiyosamu]

Accident - Part 1/2

———♡———

pairing: suna x f!reader

cw: light fluff, lots of angst, emergency situation

———♡———

“This is an active scene. We need everyone to stand back.”

“That’s my fucking girlfriend!” Suna shouted, trying to push past him with tears clouding his vision.

The firefighter looked to his colleague, the other giving a nod to let him through.

He stepped aside, giving Suna his first look at what was in front of him.

Hurts… so… bad.

Your vision was black and mind felt floaty. You couldn’t hear what was happening around you but everything felt… peaceful. Not right, but not wrong.

Crack.

———♡———

“Hey boss, we’re out of a couple things we need for dinner rush and we don’t get our shipment until tomorrow. Do you want me to run down to the store?”

“Mm,” Osamu contemplated for a moment, slightly distracted by having this conversation while he was shaping some onigiri. “Would ya? If ya don’t mind, of course. I can ask Atsumu, too, since he’s already out but that fucker never answers his phone on time.”

You nodded, searching around for the keys to the company vehicle.

“Keys are over here.” Osamu said as he heard you rummaging through a drawer.

“Hm?” You hummed as you walked over to look. The keys weren’t anywhere around him.

“Where?”

“Front pocket of my apron,” he mumbled, fully concentrated on the rice in his hands. “Reach in and grab ‘em. Sorry, I don’t wanna get my hands dirty again.”

“It’s fine.” You laughed, reaching around him to get the keys from his pocket.

“I always knew you guys were screwing around behind my back.” A familiar voice piped up from behind you. You whipped your head around, only to be met with the teasing smile from your boyfriend.

“Oh, shut up, Rin.” You smiled, running over to give him a kiss. Suna kissed you back obnoxiously with a loud smack, smirking when he pulled away.

“You going somewhere? I can take you.” He said as he took the keys from your hand.

“Just going to get some stuff for the restaurant. Besides, didn’t you come here because you wanted to talk to ‘Samu about something? I’m not even off for another three hours.”

Suna nodded, crossing his arms. “Yeah, but I don’t mind taking you-”

You snatched the keys from his hand, standing on your toes to give him another quick kiss and squeezed his arm. “I’ll be quick, babe. I’m a big girl. I can do it.”

Suna sighed, giving your head a pat in return and reluctantly agreed. “Fine. Be safe. Call me if you need anything.”

“I’m just going down the road!” You called from the door, waving at both of them. “I’ll only be a few minutes! Bye!”

“Ah- okay, bye!” He called after you as you ran outside.

“What’d ya wanna talk about?” Osamu asked, still focusing on his task at hand.

“I wanted to show you something.” Suna sat down at Osamu’s work desk in the back of the restaurant, waiting for him to come over.

“Okay just a second- ah! Perfect. Okay.” Osamu stepped away from the counter and washed his hands, untying his apron to hang up and took a seat in front of Suna. “You got my attention. Let’s see.”

Suna reached into his pocket, Osamu raising his eyebrow before realizing what Suna was showing to him.

A diamond ring.

“No way!” Osamu jumped up, running around his desk to squeeze his best friend around the shoulders. “I’m so happy for ya! Man, she’s gonna be floored.” Suna looked at Osamu with a dopey, lovesick grin as he continued. “She loves ya so much, man. I really am so happy for you.”

“Think she’ll like it?” Suna asked, genuinely wondering if he’d picked out the right ring.

“She’ll love it.” Osamu looked closer, examining the diamond. “Thing must’ve cost ya a fortune.”

Suna shrugged. “It wasn’t too bad. A few months of saving up.” He smiled, looking away from Osamu. “I’ve gotten so soft. Was just gonna say something so cheesy but I’ll keep it to myself.”

Osamu gave his shoulder a smack. “You’ve always been cheesy. Just easier for people to see that side of ya now.” He smiled at Suna, leaning down to mumble in his ear. “Better not make ‘Tsumu your best man, though.”

Suna snorted, pushing Osamu away. “Don’t be stupid. My best man’s obviously going to be Aran.”

Osamu stared at him with his mouth wide open, unsure of how to respond.

“Of course I was gonna ask you to be my best man, dumbass.”

Osamu nodded, relief washing over him. “Alright good. Ya scared me-“

They were interrupted by loud sirens flying down the road outside the restaurant. First one, two, then three ambulances and a fire truck.

“Wonder what’s goin’ on out there.” Osamu said as he tried to look a bit further down the road from the window.

“Hello? What? Hey, slow down Atsumu. What happened?”

Osamu turned around, walking back over to Suna who’d just answered a phone call.

“I- what?”

His expression went from concern to absolute horror. He looked terrified. As if all of the blood in his face rushed away, he was completely white and his eyes wide. His breathing started to get faster and Osamu noticed right away.

“What happened? Is everything oka-“

Suna gave his phone to Osamu and ran out the door without a word.

“‘Tsumu? The hell did you say to him? Are you okay?”

Atsumu’s voice was shaky. “It’s.. Y/N. I was driving over and I saw the work car. It’s completely flipped on it’s side. I pulled over and ran over but they wouldn’t let me through. I was lookin’ for ya and thought it was you but it was her…”

Osamu felt his heart fall into his stomach. “I-“

“Where the fuck is she?” Osamu heard Suna talking to Atsumu in the background of the phone call.

“They won’t let ya over there, man. I tried but-“

“Atsumu. Just tell me where.” Suna’s voice was eerily calm.

“Over there. Behind the fire truck.”

“Hey, Atsumu? Should I come down there? I don’t want to crowd around but I can’t get out that quick. I gotta close up and then, shit, this is my fault. This is my fuckin’ fault, ‘Tsumu… Holy shit…” Osamu was pacing around the back as he heard a customer enter the restaurant. “We’re closed! Sorry. Emergency and have to close.”

The remaining customers left, giving Osamu a polite wave and walked out. Osamu darted to the door and locked it, also turning around the open sign.

“Okay, ‘Samu, calm down.” Atsumu spoke sternly as he walked away from the crowd. “I’ll be down there in a minute. Suna’s with her so there’s not much we can do over here. I’ll come sit with ya and figure this all out, okay? It’s not your fault. It’s the fault of the dickhead who was driving in the wrong lane and crashed head on into her.”

Osamu’s chest tightened and he crumbled to the floor. “Head on? Jesus Christ…”

“Breathe, ‘Samu. I’m coming, okay?”

“Yeah. Alright.” Osamu said as he pictured the absolute worst. He didn’t know what to do or how to react. Atsumu knew how Osamu’s mind spiralled and knew he needed to be there for his brother more than anything right now.

———♡———

“Y/N? Where is she?” Suna pushed past the first responders, one of them standing in his way.

“This is an active scene. We need everyone to stand back.”

“That’s my fucking girlfriend!” Suna shouted, trying to push past him with tears clouding his vision.

The firefighter looked to his colleague, the other giving a nod to let him through.

He stepped aside, giving Suna his first look at what was in front of him.

Hurts… so… bad.

Your vision was black and mind felt floaty. You couldn’t hear what was happening around you but everything felt… peaceful. Not right, but not wrong.

Crack.

“Clear.” The sounds of someone’s voice was just faint enough to hear.

“Shock delivered. Continue compressions.”

Crack. Crack. Crack.

“Clear.”

You felt a push. Just enough to take a small breath. It hurt. It was more painful than anything you’d ever felt in your entire life. Pressure. Your chest was on fire. Your abdomen felt like it was heaving in an effort to breathe, even if it was just the tiniest breath.

“We have a pulse. Get her in the ambulance and keep her stable.”

Who were they talking about?

“Pressure’s dropping.”

Darkness.

———♡———

“‘Samu? You in here?” Atsumu walked in through the back door of the restaurant.

Osamu stayed on the floor, clutching Suna’s cell phone and hadn’t moved since his phone call with Atsumu a few minutes prior.

“Where- oh.” Atsumu noticed Osamu on the floor. “She’s in an ambulance with Suna now. There’s nothin’ we can do but wait.”

“It’s my fault. Atsumu, it’s my fuckin’ fault.” Osamu’s eyes filled with tears and he rubbed his eyes in anger. “Suna… Suna’s gonna want me dead. I deserve it. I’m the reason this happened to her-”

“Would ya get a hold of yourself?” Atsumu crouched down to Osamu’s level, putting his hands on his shoulders. “She’s an adult. You didn’t force her to do anything. It was a shitty series of events but it’s not your fault. It’s only the fault of the person that hit her. Don’t blame yourself.” Atsumu sighed. “Suna wouldn’t blame ya, either.”

“Did she seem… okay? Do you think she’ll be okay?”

Atsumu looked away, shifting with discomfort. “Ah… I hope so…”

“Was she-“

“I’m not gonna lie, ‘Samu, it was bad. They pulled her out of the car with those big blades. Doin’ CPR on her. Looked like they were breakin’ her ribs, hell, I’m pretty sure I heard the cracks. Suna lost his shit. He got over there just as they were loadin’ her in the ambulance and he rode with ‘em.” Atsumu sighed, “Never seen him like that.”

“He’s gonna propose to her…”

“Huh?”

“He’s gonna propose to her, ‘Tsumu.” Osamu felt tears come to his eyes again, “he was literally showin’ me the huge diamond ring he bought for her and asked me to be his best man when you called. A day that shoulda been one of his best turned into… this.”

“Let’s go home, yeah?” Atsumu stood up, holding his hand out for his brother. “Come to my place and stay until we hear any news, alright?”

Osamu accepted Atsumu’s hand, helping him stand up. He was shaking.

“C’mon,” Atsumu said softly. He was doing his best to stay composed, to remain calm in this horrific time, especially for Osamu who so clearly blamed himself. It was getting harder, though. Atsumu had a soft spot for you.

The two of you shared lots of similarities, and your personalities always complimented each other. You made each other laugh and Atsumu loved that about you.

Atsumu was trying not to show it, but he was hurting just as much as Osamu knowing something had happened to you.

Even if Osamu had rejected his offer to come over, he would’ve forced it on him. Atsumu was the one who didn’t want to be alone.

He would never be able to get the image of your broken body out of his mind.

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“Wake up! Wake up. Wake up, fuck! Wake up!” You were brought back to semi-consciousness by the sounds of screaming and choked out sobs.

That voice.

“She’s stabilizing.”

The loud sirens filled your ears as you slowly came to. You were breathing on your own but it hurt, fuck, it hurt so bad.

“I’m right here, baby. Please…”

You felt a squeeze on your hand. The faintest, softest squeeze. Barely there, but you knew exactly who it was.

“Can she hear me?” Suna’s voice was desperate and loud as he looked to the paramedics for answers.

“It’s possible.”

Rintaro, I can hear you.

“Baby, please. You’re going to be okay, alright? I’m here and I won’t leave your side. Ever. I love you so fucking much.” Suna’s voice cracked as he choked out his words.

Rin, why are you crying? And why are you ignoring what I’m saying?

The words you were trying to tell him were not coming out. Your vision was black, and consciousness fading in and out. The pain you were in had numbed and you didn’t really feel anything anymore.

“Please, please, please fucking be okay, please.” Suna whispered as he squeezed your hand, pressing it against his cheek.

What do you mean be okay? I’m fine, Rin. What happened?

Suna’s quiet cries soon faded with your consciousness once again.

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