#Osamu hcs

[clawsdevour]

his marks

wc: 0.2k content warning: osamu x reader, suggestive, mention of marking/lovebites, hc that osamu loves to see u w/ his marks..., not proof read

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Head spinning in tune with the increasingly intimate atmosphere. The sounds of Osamu's lips sucking on your warm skin, sloppy wet noises resonating in your ears the more he goes up and down your neck.

Leaving behind his red and noticeable marks that showed others that you are his. His droopy big eyes exchanged snarky glances from beneath.

Your fingers gripping onto the back of his grey and dark brown hair, stroking his locks in between your digits. His heavy body casually lays on you, arms wrapped around you to secure you in place.

The breeze whooshing over the red bruised looking love bites on the top of your chest, just right above the hem of your tank top. The glistening leftover saliva sitting in small pools on the surface of your skin.

His soft nips work at the contours of your face. Moving down to kiss your jaw, as if sampling all of you. His hand is under your thin tank and on your bare breast, kneading and massaging your tit like dough. A nipple in between his two thick fingers, almost in a pinching motion while you whimper in arousal.

"Ya taste so good.. I can't stop."

masterlist here

[tahdashi]

WHEN HIS BABY WANTS A BOYFRIEND. . .

✫ ft. dad!akaashi, osamu, sakusa, and kuroo

✫ a/n: more dad!hq hcs bc they're all i think about !!! they're all girl dads here, and i imagine their daughters to be around 4-5 years old!

✫ AKAASHI's eyes widen the second he hears his baby girl's sweet voice, her words not making it through to his head completely. keiji looks at her attentively, silence lining his lips. "why do you want a boyfriend, sweetheart?" his mind starts to race. he begins generating countless possibilities of what brought this up — perhaps he isn't giving her enough attention? he has been staying later at work... he starts thinking about how lonely she must feel at daycare as she waits for her dad to come pick her up. her little hands grab at his pant leg, pulling him out of his trance.

"i wanna wear a wedding dress!" she squeals — unlike her father, she's the most excitable ball of energy he's ever witnessed (but second to his best friend, of course). he's at a loss for words. the thought of his little angel wearing a wedding dress takes years off his life, not to be dramatic. his heart beats rapidly in his chest, and he crouches down to her level, pulling her close to his chest.

"i can get you a pretty dress, love. no need to worry about boyfriends, okay?" he consoles her, and she jumps up and down at the thought of wearing a pretty white dress. the next day, keiji picks her up from daycare with a large shopping bag. and when his baby peers over the top of the bag, she sees a big, fluffy tulle dress wrapped around a tiny crown. he kisses her round cheeks, telling her that she's always going to be his princess.

✫ OSAMU puts his spoon down gently before reaching over the table to wipe sauce off her chin. "a what?" he guffaws, not knowing if she's joking or not.

"a boyfriend!" she repeats, crossing her arms and looking up at her dad from her little seat at their dining table.

"why?"

"because," she shrugs. she goes back to eating as if she never said those heart-stopping words.

"because?" at this point, osamu's lost his appetite. there's no way his little girl who asks her papa to hold her up to the sink so she can wash her hands and sing her "clean-my-hands" song is asking for a boyfriend, of all things. she stands up on her seat and puts her hands on her hips (which is nothing new to osamu — she's always been this sassy).

"i wanna marry suna, so he has to be my boyfriend first." osamu brings his fingers to his temple, rubbing circles there before correcting her.

"uncle suna."

"suna! he said i could call him suna," she replies, playing with the animal-shaped vegetables on her plate.

a deep sigh escapes osamu's chest, and he's rubbing at his temple even faster than before. to make matters worse, she jumps off her seat and runs to her dad's room to grab his phone, hitting suna's contact on the way back to the table. watching it all go down, osamu frowns when suna greets his daughter with a "hello, miss miya~."

"hello, suna! papa thinks i'm not allowed to call you suna. can i?" suna's affirmative hum only baffles osamu more, and he can't help but smile at their odd friendship.

"alright, alright, no phones at the dinner table, missy," he grabs the phone from her little hands before hanging up on suna. she whines, but climbs back into her seat to shove a spoonful of rice into her chubby cheeks.

"see! he's gonna be my boyfriend," she chews her words. "and! i'm gonna make him pinky swear to marry me."

and with that, osamu picks up his plate and brings it to the sink, a stress vein popping along his forehead. that night, he holds her a little closer than usual, wanting her to stay this joyful forever.

✫ SAKUSA comes to a halt, stopping her in her tracks, too. his hand grasps hers just a little tighter. she looks up at him through her dark curls, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion (just like his).

"why do you want a boyfriend, angel?" his thumb runs along the back of her hand to calm himself down, really.

"my friends have boyfriends! i want one too!" her fingers tug at his tightly, urging him to keep walking towards the playground.

"oh, yeah? well, they're too young for boyfriends," kiyoomi reasons with his daughter.

"but i'm 5! that's older than before," she stomps lightly. and if it wasn't for this conversation, he'd pinch her cheeks and tell her to take a deep breath before letting her frustrations take over, but he's somewhat entertained at her thoughts. she just wants to be like her friends, and that's understandable, but the thought of her getting close to a boy makes him take a few deep breaths.

"wait 10 more years, and i'll consider letting you talk to boys," they continue to walk, and kiyoomi doesn't miss the way she rolls her eyes like he does when he's stuck in traffic. and when she starts to plead, shaking his large hand in both of her own, kiyoomi decides that a trip to the toy store can make up for his refusal. he picks out a stuffed animal for her to fill the spot she desires so badly. that night, when she cuddles her new toy instead of him, kiyoomi considers extending his condition.

✫ KUROO's laugh fills the room at her question. ("dad, can i have a boyfriend?" she had asked him with her best puppy-dog eyes after she watched an ad for a new drama on TV).

"sure you can," he pulls her onto his lap as he relaxes on the couch before bed. "but may you? no." tetsuro smiles at his own response, proud of how he handled her silly little question.

"please?" she asks, clasping her hands together and giving him sadder, rounder, cuter puppy-dog eyes.

"oh, don't do that," he tries to avoid eye contact, but she ends up laughing that cute giggle that reminds him of her first smile (he heard it one night he was trying to help her sleep, cooing at her and tracing her cheek with his finger. oh, he loves that sound so much.) "what kind of boyfriend do you want? i'll try to look for one next time i go out," he jokes, patting down her messy hair.

she beams at his words, getting up on her feet with excitement. "i want mr. spark from my TV show!"

"isn't he the bad guy?" tetsuro raises his eyebrow and holds back a toothy smile.

"but he's nice to the girl," she thinks out-loud, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"baby, that's his boss. he has to be nice to her or he'll be unemployed."

"what does that mean?" she looks at her dad with wide eyes, as if he's telling her all the hidden secrets of her favorite show.

"if he doesn't listen to her, he won't get money to buy sweets," tetsuro whispers in her ear like he's passing along confidential information. she gasps — her hands cover her mouth and she thinks for a minute.

"then i need a boyfriend who is nice to me... and buys me sweets," she concludes. tetsuro pulls her in for a hug, and she doesn't fight back like she usually does with his bear hugs.

"you're a smart girl," he whispers into her head, hoping she'll let him buy her all the sweets in the world for just a little longer.

[euphoricimagination]

First Interactions

Feat. Oikawa, Kuroo & Osamu

Oikawa

Your friend has been bugging you for what feels like forever for you to go to see the volleyball team practice with her, and you have been denying it for the same time. It’s not like you didn’t know that your school was one of the power houses in the whole Miyagi when it comes to volleyball, you did know that. You’ve seen them play, and you actually like them enough to go to support them in official matches.

It’s the amount of girls screaming what annoyed you.

You understand it, really, Oikawa IS handsome and has a flirty personality, it’s no wonder so many girls like him. But you’ve never been fan of loud places when it’s not in the appropriate place. On a real match? Sure, it makes sense to cheer loudly for them, but it was unnecessary on a practice match.

But still, your friend has tried so hard to convince you that you could at least accept once.

You were entering the gym, but since you didn’t come here often outside of PE classes, you enter the building through the normal doors instead of the ones leading to the viewing area. A big mistake from your part.

You could hear the sneakers running around, the loud sounds of the ball hitting the players arms. Seijoh versus a school named Karasuno. After a point passed to your team, you started looking for some stairs to get out of the floor, completely missing that the infamous Oikawa was about to serve.

A loud sound from his hand hitting the ball and a loud sound from the ball hitting the court was enough to make you look that way. Just on time to see the ball coming directly at you with an ungodly speed and force. You hear some screams your way, but couldn’t make up what they were saying to you, you were only able to lift up your arms right before the impact.

Before you realize it you were on the floor, your wrist hurting so much that you couldn’t even scream in pain. Your ears were ringing, your eyes were watery; yet you could hear sneakers getting closer and some shadows appearing in front of you. They were moving their mouths, but you couldn’t make up any sound until someone kneel in front of you, making you sit properly while holding one of you arms.

“Hey, are you okay? Can you hear me?” you finally were able to process, your vision less blurry helping you make out the brown hair and worry eyes of the perpetrator of the serve. A bunch of the players looking at you with worry

“My…my wrist” you say. At that Oikawa takes your wrist on his hand carefully, making you gasp in pain

“She should go to the infirmary, Oikawa’s serves are too strong for a normal person to take” one of the coaches say as the players quickly start to disperse to resume the game

“I suggest Shittykawa to take her there. He hurt her, he should do it” said the spikey black hair dude, hitting the back of the Captain’s neck when he complained “or I could always punch you”

“Okay, okay, I’ll take her” Oikawa says, helping you up carefully “Let’s go”

The walk towards the infirmary wasn’t long, but it was awkward to the say the least. You knew he didn’t hit you on purpose, yet you didn’t know what to say to him. Once there, the nurse instructed him to hold an ice package on your wrist for a few minutes before bandaging it up, so you both stayed in silence sitting there, you in a horrible pain.

“I’m…I’m sorry” he finally says “I did saw you there, but I didn’t thought the ball will go directly at you. I’m still working on controlling that serve”

“It’s okay, I guess I shouldn’t have enter that way” you also say

“No, it’s totally my fault” he lifts up his head, looking at you with a small smirk on “if I didn’t knew better I would think that you did this just so I could hold your hand”

“You are full of yourself, not everyone likes you, you know?” you defended yourself, hearing him laugh

“And yet I’ve seen you in every match I’ve played” he smirks again, making you blush. He has noticed you multiple times, something about you always makes his eyes find you even in the largest of crowds. Maybe it was because you absolute indifference towards him in particular, maybe it was because you solely seem to focus on the sport, but that was enough to spark some interest in him.

“Me liking volleyball has nothing to do with you” you say blushing

“Sure…Let’s have a fresh start, okay? One that doesn’t involve me hurting your wrist?” he smiles at you, that smile that he gives whenever he wants something. And that something now was getting to know you.

After returning to the gym, this time entering through the right doors, your friends greets you excitedly, asking a bunch of questions about Oikawa. However now you’re with a hurt wrist and a promise to grab some coffee after the match finishes.

Kuroo

You were late.

You were on cleaning duty for your class today and were supposed to meet your classmate around 10 minutes ago to start arranging the tables and chairs, but something had happened in the subway and you had to go on a big detour just to be able to arrive on time.

You quickly took the school shoes out of your locker and put them on, getting it done on a record time in comparison of how you normally do it. However, is well known that speed can blind you from your surroundings, which was the case here.

Kuroo had arrived while you were getting ready to put your shoes on. On a normal morning he would say hi to you, after all his shoe locker was a mere few rows away from yours, but he saw how quickly you were doing your things. Honestly, he didn’t even knew that your locker was near his. He had see you around more than one more time, walking to your classrooms, on school events and such, and he honestly had thought more than one more time how pretty and elegant you were; however, since he has captain duties early in the morning and until late in the afternoon, he hadn’t found the time to properly greet you.

Until you bumped into him.

Once you were ready with your shoes on you immediately turn around to run towards the classroom; however, instead of finding a free corridor, you only found something sturdy in your way, crashing directly on it and almost falling if it wasn’t for some arms wrapping quickly around your waist. You look up to find out that you had bump into the chest of the one and only Kuroo Tetsurou, the captain of the volleyball team that was making noise not only for his handsome looks but also for how smart he was. When did he got here? How did you not noticed? Those were the questions running around your head.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you arrive” you say apologetic, only to receive a light laugh and a big smile

“No problem! Be careful though, speed is a curse, it narrows your view and makes it harder to breathe” he says, stabilizing you before letting you go “what are you even rushing for?”

“Eh... I’m late, I’m on cleaning duty today” you manage to mumble, still in shock

“Late? It’s 7.15 and classes start at 8.45, I would say that’s plenty of time to get your class ready” he smirks at you, which grows even wider once you realize the time.

“Ah” it’s the only thing you manage to say, it turns out you weren’t even late. This only makes him laugh louder

“Well” he starts saying as he stops laughing “since you’re here already and I could probably bet you didn’t even had breakfast, want to go and grab something from the convenience store with me?”

“Ehh…sure, why not” you say quite embarrassed, chuckling at your own mistake “I’m Yn by the way”

“Kuroo Tetsurou” he smiles at you widely “next time take things slowly, okay?” he says as he waits for you to change back your shoes. Sure, he had to be at the gym by now, but he could arrive late once in a while for occasions like this.

Osamu

Your day has been getting worse and worse by the second…or at least that’s what it feels like right now.

First thing in the morning you somehow managed to get your locker confused with someone else’s, almost getting into problems when a teacher find you there. Then you received a bad grade for a test that you actually did study for. And now that it’s lunch break you made one of the Miya’s fan girls mad by simply existing.

Well, being in the same class as Miya Atsumu has always been full of squeals of girls, random confessions throughout the day, and an unbearable amount of random gifts sparse through the floor; so in a way you were used to being around those type of girls. Today, however, your teacher decided to pair you up with the famous Miya.

It’s not like you didn’t like Atsumu, despite his cockiness he’s actually quite nice and even caring; which showed when he approached you during lunch break and sit with you when he saw you alone in there. It was a great gesture, you knew that he did it so you wouldn’t be left alone, and you knew that he didn’t know what the implications for that may be.

His fans were staring at you like you were the most disgusting person ever.

This lasted until Atsumu had to leave to some quick meet up with his team, when one of those girls decided to drop her water on you ‘accidentally’. This leads you here, outside of the school grounds and in front of the vending machine trying to buy a goddamn coffee to feel some comfort through this horrible day. But of course, the machine decided to not work this time, it didn’t even gave you your money back. Nothing could be going worse today.

“Fuck!” you cry in despair, kicking the vending machine to release some of your lock down emotions

“Hard day?” you hear from behind as you lay your forehead in the cold machine

“Horrible” you whisper without even looking back

“I saw my brother talking to ya through lunch, did some of those stupid girls did something to ya?” you hear, making you curious about who was talking to you. The other famous twin was looking at you in a mixture of confusion and empathy as you turn around and lay your back against the machine

“Yeah, but honestly the whole day has been awful” you admit to him “and now I can’t even drink coffee”

“Ha! That machine has some weird tricks on it” he says, moving closer to it and carefully moving you aside. He puts some coins on it and press the button hard, the sound of the drink going down as he puts more money to buy something else. Right after he hands you one of the drinks, the coffee you tried to buy, not before opening it up for you “Ye’re Yn, right? I’m Osamu, my idiot brothe r has said some things about ya, how ya were a good classmate and all”

“Yeah, that’s me” you drink a sip of the warm coffee, finally some comfort rushing through your veins. You didn’t know if it was for the coffee or Osamu though “Thank you for the drink”

“Well of course, if ye’re having a terrible day I can at least offer ya some coffee” he says with a small smile. He has heard some things about you from Atsumu, however he recently started to notice you himself whenever you both go to the nearest convenience store to buy some food or when you pass next to him in the halls, always exchanging a snarky remark with his brother and a polite smile to him

“I can’t wait to this day to be over” you sigh

“Ya know, our captain just told us we don’t have practice today…do ya wanna go grab some food after class?”

“Food? After class?” you say incredulous

“Yeah, that way ya have something better to look forward until the day is over. It’ll be my treat too”

You look at him surprised at the sudden invitation, and honestly, a little worried as well, he also had a lot of fans here. However he was right, this day has been one of the worst ones so far, so why not take this opportunity to go out with this boy?

“Sure” you smile

“Then look forward for that instead. See ya” he says leaving, a smile on his face too.

[errihaienx]

Having a situationship with Osamu Miya was absolutely hilarious; his possessiveness towards you against his own twin never fails to make you crack up. It's been over 5 months of never-ending flirting and playful dates with him, and you're honestly wondering how things will turn out, especially since he's known to be inaccessible and completely out of touch with girls.

"You called for me?"

your gentle voice sent chills through his spine; you had an obvious affect on him that drove him insane. You were aware of this, not to deny that he has the same impact on you, which may be worse than what he is experiencing.

"Let's be together, for real"

Osamu, with a serious expression and a firm voice. So he's really asking you to be his girlfriend in this way?

You found this very hilarious, even though you had butterflies and had been waiting for him to ask this. The 5 months and 2 weeks had been amazing, and you're wanting for more.

"For real?," you asked playfully.

He leaned in and stroked your hair. His eyes were still pierced through yours, and his dashing attractiveness was out of this world, so incredible.

"Yeah, 'ya heard that right."

You smiled, knowing why he felt the need to label your relationship. You and Atsumu were chosen to represent your class in a school event, and the other twin, Osamu, was naturally disturbed.

You found the twins' dynamics fascinating, and your first impression of Osamu was very different from Atsumu's. 'Samu was more laid back, and he was a 'cool-quiet-guy' that many of the girls on the campus loved.

"Don't just look at me, pretty, what's yer answer? is it a yes or nah?" he asked again

Osamu begins to feel the pressure as he sounds desperate. He's never been envious of Atsumu. But the thought of you standing beside his twin, proudly representing your class, makes him sick to his stomach.

"It all depends on what you want to hear"

You decided to play him a little more, but you already knew what answer you'd give him when he asked. His reactions were unexpected, so you're curious to hear what he has to say.

"That ain't even a question, i wanna be yer bf so bad." Osamu replied with a frigid tone

His tensed up cold face was charming; he appears stiff but maintains his "cool" demeanor.

"Will I be able to kiss you if you were my boyfriend?" you asked, anticipating what he would say. attempting to get past his barriers.

That shattered his wall, and the 'cool-quiet-guy' has his ice completely shattered and melted off, his face reddening.

He was speechless as he couldn't say anything, so you waited for him. It took him a few seconds to say something.

"I didn't know ya wanted those, i could give it to ya now."

With just that, everything changed quickly, and you're now speechless. Who wouldn't, after all? But, unlike him, you were quick to get your voice out.

"You think you could?"

You prevented the urge to stutter, you can't! You can and should keep up with his cool demeanor; this was a piece of cake for you! Yes, but why are your hands trembling?

"Yeah, but firstly be my gf," he responded calmly.

You were a puzzle to him, so difficult to please and so difficult to win over. But he knows that everything will be worth it for you. You are magnificent. Finally giving up, you crossed your arms and stared at him.

"Fine, you'll be my boyfriend. You're probably doing this because my partner was Atsumu, but-"

"Bae, don't even mention the name of some insect now, I'm yer partner."

You laughed, and yes, Osamu 'the cooler Miya' is your only partner.

this was just a random thought of mine while studying lol, hope you liked it! i love you guys so so so much!! please be safe everyone&lt;3<3

[etoiile]

respectfully if osamu

a. heard me say smth and then get shy abt it and tilted my chin up with two fingers and said "what was that?" or "didnt quite catch that, doll" with this like teasing sexy ass smile but like a low sultry voice

b. picked me up and tossed me around like a sack of potatoes

c. cooked for me with some good music playing and then took breaks to dance with me when either one of us particularly like the song (or if its a good dancing song)

d. breathed sexily

i would pass away. goodnight.

[nanna-mi]

Tw: +18, MDNI, SMUT. Fem!reader. (no proofread)

But hear me out,hear me out....

When I say Miya Osamu loves to fuck you on the kitchen's counter, he doesn't mean with you leaning against it, no that's bullshit, way to easy, also that means all the mess will be on the floor and everybody knows good cookers don't have a dirty floor. All the mess get on the counter. So when I say Miya Osamu loves to fuck you on the counter i mean you prettily on the counter doggystyle w you pussy on display and him pounding merciless your already overstimulated self. ( This ofc after eating you out messily, as the starve man we all know he is )

[iloveslllycatss]

runa ml idrk if u do this type thing so if not ignore this but what ab osamu w/ an s/o who's atsumus bsf i feel like that would be so cute

also im working on the rq u sent me a few decades ago rn. im done with my procrastination era

𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧

𝘪𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴

𝘰𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 

𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴/𝘢𝘯: 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘣𝘩

❂ you were atsumus best friend since last year (first year)

❂ you loved atsumu but ever since you layed your eyes onto his twin brother, it was love at first sight fr.

❂ he was ur EXACT type. not that loud? check. cute? check. not a blonde 😐? check. tall and athletic? check.

❂ he was a walking green flag istg

❂ when u told atsumu about this little crush of yours, he FREAKED THE FUCK OUT.

❂ I’m talking full on fake feinting.

❂ he was supportive but it doesn’t come without teasing.

❂ before osamu met u-met u, he thought u were okay. sure u were pretty but that’s about it

❂ until he actually met u-met u.

❂ you guys met when atsumu wasn’t home and you went over to his house and stayed there to wait for him

❂ you guys surprising had a really good time together, lots of things in common 

❂ he likes to cook, you like to bake / he likes to play volleyball, you like to watch volleyball etc etc

❂ after you two got together it was like chaos found a new definition.

❂ at first it was hard to balance your time for school, your boyfriend and your best friend

❂ u slowly got used to it tho

❂ atsumu still loved to be around you. but there was absolutely NO WAY he would EVER stay to b a third wheel when osamu was around

❂ like one time you and tsumu were watching a movie and making fun of the characters together until osamu got home

❂ “hey baby, hi idiot.” 

❂ “hi samu !!” 

❂ you got up to hug samu and give him a kiss until u heard tsumu groan

❂ “oh come on the movie JUST NOW finished… i’m heading out, can’t allow myself to b a third wheel.”

❂ “sthu dumbass u just mad that u can’t pull sb as pretty as y/n”

❂ “samu ur so cute. tsumu u just mad u single”

❂ atsumu doesn’t even sleep in the same ROOM as u two when y’all cuddle

❂ because apparently “i don’t want to b there when u guys fuck 😞”

❂ hes dramatic asl

❂ you still hang out with him plenty though

❂ he is your best friend after all

this was so rushed fr. not proofread or nothing 😞 

jisu u hope u like this 😢 

@/ilovesillycats

plz don’t copy my work 😞 

[kingdaddydaichi]

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‎♡‧₊˚ HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY GET SICK

ft. daichi. osamu. bokuto. suga. asahi.

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‎♡‧₊˚ DAICHI

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Work

WILL STILL TRY TO GO TO WORK

“daichi, baby, you can’t go to work! you work with the public. what if you get people sick? what kind of police officer gets people sick? your job is to serve and protect and you can’t even protect people from your own germs? no, you shouldn’t go!”

but he’ll try to go in any damn way😤

“nah, i’m fine!” he’ll say before going into a coughing fit.

stubborn man

he’ll get ready for work looking and feeling like shit, but he’s determined - he’s Going To Work™️

it would take an army to stand between him and his sense of duty

mans won’t listen to reason

so after he leaves, you send a text to his sergeant: “i tried! i tried to get him to stay home but he wouldn’t listen.”

sarge is like: “damn workhorse.”

gets yelled at by his boss at the station then comes back home

his sergeant’s all “what the fuck are you doing here? go the fuck home. that’s an order, sawamura! i’ll take your fucking badge!”

Home

45 mins later he comes walking back IN the door

and you’re just there like “mmhmm” as he hangs his tired head and mopes back to the bedroom to change out of his uniform and back into his pajamas

daichi: you texted him, didn’t you?

you: how far did you make it in before he turned you away?

daichi: he was waiting outside. wouldn’t even let me in the door.

“i told you. you work too hard, baby," you say, following behind him with the cooling strip you just grabbed from the fridge. you’d put it in there to start getting cold as soon as you realized he wasn’t feeling well.

he was on his back when you woke up next to him that morning, his t-shirt slightly damp in the front and back. he’d been sniffling and congested since he got home from work yesterday afternoon.

will still try to do everything himself

you’ll come through the living room to check on him and find that your sick husband is missing from the couch.

so you finally get him settled down on the couch only to return after leaving the room for a few minutes and…your husband is missing from the couch! AGAIN!

“are you serious?” you go looking for him, exasperated. “daichi?!” 

“‘m in here,” he croaks from the kitchen.

“what are you doing?” you ask impatiently.

“i wanted more tea.”

“i told you if you needed anything, let me know, i’ll get it for you!”

you have to shoo him back to the couch while insisting that you’re going to take care of him.

Medicine

he’ll take medicine. he’s stubborn, not stupid. he’s Enneagram Type 1.

“if you get sick, you take medicine. why? ‘cause that’s what you’re supposed to do.”

Doctor

won’t go unless he’s been sick for a few days and isn’t getting better. and even then you have to make the appt for him sometimes. 🙄

stubborn, stubborn man. 😮‍💨 but you love him more than the sun loves the moon.

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‎♡‧₊˚ OSAMU

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Work

he wouldn’t go to work; it wouldn’t be difficult to get him to stay home bc he knows he works in the food business and he doesn’t want to contaminate any food or run the risk of spreading anything around.

he’s got customers AND employees to think about!

once he feels better tho and he’s not contagious anymore, even if his symptoms aren’t completely gone yet, he’ll go to work and wear a mask which is pretty standard if you're sick in Japan anyway.

Home

he’s just so chill

he’s been calling the shop every 2 hours. “how’s everything going? did so-and-so show up? did you clean out the rice cooker?”

he doesn’t mean to micromanage, he just misses his business. and he’s hands on. he works the front of the house ffs.

maybe he just calls a couple of times a day tho.

“how’s everything going? hm…okay. if you need anything, call. you know how to get in touch with me. please call me."

employee: "what?"

osamu: "what?"

Medicine

used to be anti-medicine UNTIL he became a business owner

“i don’t need no stinkin’ medicine.”

he’s a tough guy

but nowadays, he wants to hurry up and feel better so he can get back to work.

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‎♡‧₊˚ BOKUTO

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Work

he would be bummed bc he couldn’t practice or play with the jackals. he doesn’t even get to sit on the bench bc he has to stay home. the team is like “stay. the. hell. away. from. us.”

he got the whole team sick once so now he sneezes during practice and everybody just stops and turns around and looks at him like “istg bokuto! are you sick? if you sneeze again, you’re outta here, we are NOT going through that again!”

the whole team once got a stomach bug on his account. he tried to power through it and went to practice and they had a big match the next day, but everybody was fucking SHITTING, PUKING and the whole fucking team was down. they had to forfeit the game and chalk it up as a loss. they were so pissed at bo.

bo rolled his ankle during a game once and had to be benched. he was so bummed that he couldn’t play as you walked with him and the assistant coach to the infirmary to have it checked out. once there, his foot was propped and iced. you told him you’d be right back and he looked up at you with limp hair and sad owl eyes, but you assured him you’d be right back.

you ran to the away campus’s gift store and managed to find an owl plushie. you held it up, beaming at it. perfect! you rushed to the cashier to pay for it before running back to the infirmary.

holding the plushie behind your back, you opened the door and walked inside, bo’s hair and facial expression just as you’d left it. but his eyebrows arched in curiosity as you smiled at him before presenting him with the owl. his hair perked back up as a pouty smile covered his face, his big, round golden eyes filling with unshed tears.

“for me?”

“for you,” you nodded, proffering it with outstretched arms.

“y/nnnnn!” he cried, grabbing your arms and pulling you into his lap to hug both you and the plushie.

you kissed his cheek with a sweet smile. “i hope this helps you feel better, baby.”

he clung to that owl plushie for the rest of the game, like a mother owl protecting her owlet.

to this day, whenever he gets sick, he asks for the owl plushie. it’s his comfort lovey, his security plushie.

he’s so adorable…like an overgrown toddler, basically.

i luz he.

Home

B A B Y

he’s SUCH a baby about it the whole damn time

omg you will just hear him groaning from the other room

just “ohh ughhh ohmygod uhhh…i feel so awful…oh god i can’t breathe through my nose…ohhh i’m so hungry but i don’t wanna get up and get anything to eat…babyyyyy can i have a grilled cheese sandwich?”

he’s so sweet about it but he’s a baby

he’s such a hypochondriac, y’all.

Virgo much?

he’s all up on webmd using the symptom checker

“i don’t know, baby. what if it’s not just a cold? what if it’s this rare disease that’s only found in Antarctica?”

“bo, you don’t have that. only penguins get that. stop.” 

you finally have to just take his phone away so he’ll stop googling stuff and trying to diagnose himself with a brain tumor

“bo, you not being good at math is NOT a brain tumor symptom!”

he gets so much as a sniffle and he’s down for the count

he can barely get out of bed

“baby, come check my head. am i hot? am i running fever? where’s the thermometer?”

“no, baby, you don’t feel warm.”

“are you sure? you better get the thermometer and check just in case.”

Medicine

will take ALL the medicines

he’ll be looking for the cough suppressant and you’re like “bo! you don’t even have a cough.”

“i don’t care! i need all the things!”

you have to keep the medicine cabinet under lock and key, otherwise you might find him hallucinating and drunk on a cocktail of NyQuil, DayQuil, Benadryl, eyedrops, heartburn medicine, and Orajel. 

Doctor

calls a neurologist and tries to schedule a CT scan.

and you’re in the background, “BO! I TOLD YOU YOU DO NOT HAVE THAT PENGUIN DISEASE! DO NOT SCHEDULE A CT SCAN!”

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‎♡‧₊˚ SUGA

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Work

finally, someone with enough sense to stay home from work when he’s sick. you won’t have to tell him twice bc he cares about all the crotch goblins at school and doesn’t want to get all those kids sick.

Home

suga…he’s clever

and mischievous

getting him to stay home from work is a piece of cake, but good luck getting him to stay down

he takes care of others, not the other way around

you catch him doing stuff too

unlike with daichi, it’s not that he doesn’t want to be a burden, it’s that he can’t NOT be a caretaker?

you try to take care of him but he ends up taking care of you…and you’re not even sick?

like, not only does he not let you take care of him, he does stuff for you

he doesn’t go out of his way to do stuff for you, he’s just thinking like finally! i’ve got a day off during the week so i can get some things done around here. stuck at home, can’t go anywhere else so it’s a perfect opportunity to get caught up with housework!

you try to stay home too to take care of him but he INSISTS that you leave

“i will kick you out of the house if you don’t leave!”

so you leave - you go to work but before you walk out the door you point at him and you’re like “okay…but you better rest! i know you! you’ll take this opportunity to get a bunch of shit done around the house. don’t you do it! you better rest and take it easy!”

and he’s all “yes, okay, yeah yeah yeah. fine. go. bye.”

and sure enough you come home after work later and this motherfucker has done laundry, he’s probably prepped dinner, graded homework - and he’s laid up on the couch just GROANING bc of how terrible he feels. and you just look at him with your hand on your hip like “mmhmm! mmhmm! look at you now. see! i told you!”

he told you “sure! sure i won’t do any work…” liar

you come home and he can barely hold his head up.

poor guy.

“i don’t feel sorry for you. you did this to yourself.” 

but you take care of him anyway. “suga? why do you do this to yourself, baby? next time you get sick i’m getting horse tranquilizer to make sure you get rest. i’ll put you down sir!”

Medicine

so when you get home and he’s remodeled the house, having forgotten to take any medicine so now not only is he exhausted from overworking himself when he should’ve been fucking resting, but also his symptoms have gotten out of hand. 

“well,” you put your hand on your hip and raise your eyebrows at him as he lies groaning on the living room floor. “i hope you’re satisfied. because now you’re staying home tomorrow too. on the bright side, you’ve gotten all the work done around here so I guess tomorrow you might actually rest." cute dumbass sometimes.

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‎♡‧₊˚ ASAHI

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Work:

he’s so easy?

“asahi, you’re sick, baby. you need to stay home from work.”

“okay.” he’s not gonna argue.

he might try to say “well i’ve got such and such show coming up. i’ve gotta have this and that done…”

and you’re just “asa. that’s why you have people there to back you up. you’re not a one man team. your colleagues will help. you’ll more than make up for it bc you’re such an amazing designer! now go lay down.” and he will. 🥲

Home

he’s not gonna fight you on anything bc he doesn’t fight at all

he’s a lover, not a fighter

model patient

avoids conflict at all costs

“yes, darling. yes, dear. okay. okay.”

doesn’t complain

so easy to take care of

except he won’t ask for shit

will either try to get stuff himself or just go without bc he can’t decide what’s worse - burdening you, or getting in trouble for being up walking around again bc you told him to let you know if he needed something

so he just kinda tries to do without shit? and you have to come check on him.

“asahi? when’s the last time you had a drink of water?”

“uhh…two hours ago?”

“ASAHI!”

“it doesn’t matter what I do, i feel bad! i can’t win for losing!” 

finally you get through to him and he’ll ask for shit, but he’ll apologize first. like “um, babe? uhh…”

“hm? what ya need, asa?”

“umm, i’m so sorry to bother you but would you…could you…possibly…maybe…potentially…”

“oh my god, spit it out. and don’t apologize.”

“oh,” he says, averting his eyes in shame. “s-sorry.”

“stahhp!”

"sorry"

Medicine

he will take it bc you told him to and he doesn’t want to fight

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WHAT I FIRMLY BELIEVE THE HQ BOYS' CANONICAL FAVORITE DRINK (AND SOMETIMES FOOD) ORDERS ARE WITH LITTLE TO NO EXPLANATION

SAWAMURA DAICHI - regular hot drip coffee, probs with a bit of ordinary cream/milk

SUGAWARA KOSHI - iced brown sugar oat milk latte with light ice

AZUMANE ASAHI - a bottle of apple juice but then he gets laughed at so he puts it back and orders a hot honey citrus tea

NISHINOYA YUU - grape frappuccino with extra whipped cream and pistachios on top

TANAKA RYUNOSUKE - bro gets a chocolate croissant and an iced water usually, but sometimes he'll get hot chocolate with extra whipped cream and a warmed cheese danish with strawberry jam on top on the side when he's in a good mood

KAGEYAMA TOBIO - blueberry milk tea latte with cheese foam and tapioca is his fav but sometimes he can't speak properly and just orders a cup of steamed milk

HINATA SHOYO - strawberry acai refresher with extra berries and one of those cheese and grapes and crackers boxes

TSUKISHIMA KEI - hot oolong tea with honey usually, but he'll also get the occasional twice-a-year java chip frappucino

YAMAGUCHI TADASHI - vanilla creme frappucino

KUROO TETSURO - hot black coffee

KAI NOBUYUKI - hot hazelnut soy milk latte

YAKU MORISUKE - peach green tea (switches if he wants iced or hot based on mood and weather) with 2/3rds of a sugar packet or half a pump of cane sugar

YAMAMOTO TAKETORA - prides himself in having never gotten an overpriced cafe drink

KOZUME KENMA -large strawberry creme frappuccino with extra extra whipped cream, extra strawberry syrup, extra freeze-dried strawberry powder, and an extra pump of simple syrup

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI -lemon tea (changes if he wants iced or hot based on his mood)

INUOKA SO - mango dragonfruit refresher with strawberry base, light ice, extra dragonfruit bits

HAIBA LEV -says"i'll take whatever your favorite drink is!" then records it, and doesnt give it to the worker and just keeps it (he never understood the vids where they would give it to the worker. hes just like bro why'd u order it if u werent gonna drink it)

SHIBAYAMA YUKI - strawberry frappucino with extra freeze-dried strawberry bits

OIKAWA TOORU - vanilla creme frappucino or iced sugar cookie latte in the winter (will scream at u if u call him a basic white girl)

MATSUKAWA ISSEI - homie goes to the convenience store across the street and gets some weird cheesey beef sandwich with relish on top and a giant slurpee

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO - homie goes with matsukawa to get a nasty pork sandwich with mustard but then runs back to get an extra hot quadruple shot upside-down caramel macchiato with soy milk

IWAIZUMI HAJIME -hot soy latte

YAHABA SHIGERU - espresso con pana

WATARI SHINJI - iced peach green tea lemonade with no ice

KYOTANI KENTARO - gets nothing when with the group but comes back after to get a pinkity drinkity with cold foam

KINDAICHI YUTARO - pistachio frappucino with a shot of espresso

KUNIMI AKIRA - hot soy half-caff pistachio/hazelnut latte with caramel drizzle at 120 degrees

BOKUTO KOTARO - either a unicorn frappucino or a chocolate cold brew

AKAASHI KEIJI - a quad

KITA SHINSUKE - a hot americano

OJIRO ARAN - a hot matcha latte

AKAGI MICHINARI - iced matcha latte

MIYA ATSUMU - pink drink with extra berries and no ice

SUNA RINTARO - hot caramel macchiato

MIYA OSAMU - hot chai tea latte with pistachio foam and a warmed brownie

KOMORI MOTOYA - iced matcha latte with strawberry jam

SAKUSA KIYOOMI - a single shot of espresso

[verslxt]

jayla thinks at 4:29am also its the first day of finals where i live and i got cramps that hurt like a bitch. am i going to punch someone today? is it going to be that hoe i can't stand. lets find out together

thinking about dilf!osamu who saw you walk into his store with your friend so you guys could watch the game together

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you looked amazing in that dress

thinking about dilf!osamu who came up to you and your friends and kept a particular eye on you

thinking about dilf!osamu who caught you after the game and asked you out

"i noticed that you were staring too"

"oh shit you saw that"

"yea, i did"

thinking about dilf!osamu who took you on a wonderful first date, a picnic at the park

thinking about dilf!osamu who didn't wanna tell you about his son who was about 13 at the time. he thought it would make him look old and you wouldn't wanna be with him any more

thinking about dilf!osamu who was a nervous wreck when he saw you pull into his driveway, but his nervousness settled when he saw you pull out a carseat, for a baby

thinking about dilf!osamu who thought you wouldn't like him after you realized he had a kid but now that he realizes that you have a kid he's even more in love

thinking about dilf!osamu who loves milf!yn as much as ever

thinking about milf!yn who saw osamu and instantly fell in love. the way his shirt fit so tight around him. ugh in love

thinking about milf!yn who went home and told her daughter all about him. being surprised when a smile adorned her babies face once she started talking about osamu

thinking about milf!yn who could not find a babysitter so she took her daughter with her to meet osamu's son

thinking about milf!yn who was surprised her daughter didn't cry with osamu. she just stayed there, looking at him

thinking about milf!yn who fell even more in love with osamu that day

thinking about milf!yn who facetimes osamu every night so that they can see each other and her daughter can see her future dad

thinking about milf!yn who told her daughter

"if this works out correctly, you'll have a new daddy"

thinking about milf!yn who really likes dilf!osamu

[periwnklblu]

haikyuu headcanon: the miya twins love musicals. especially atsumu. like show tunes are always some of his favourite songs.

i can totally see that omg

it all happened one day, when Atsumu fell too ill to go to school that he stayed home from school that day. he swears he fell asleep watching family feud but a few hours later, he’s awoken to random dance breaks and cheesy songs about falling in love

and he was hooked from there. his eyes completely engrossed in the tv until his brother and mom come home for the day and he’s scrambling for the tv remote

osamu is going to do what all good siblings do: make fun of his brother. he teases him whenever he overhears atsumu watching clips of a musical on youtube and is ready to tell the entire inarizaki team about his brothers new guilty pleasure.

but (un)fortunately for osamu, he shares a room with atsumu and before he knows it, the gray haired twin finds himself humming along to defying gravity.

bonus hc’s:

- atsumu 1000% believes he can hit all the notes in defying gravity.

- osamu fell in deep for phantom of the opera. no i will not be elaborating

- the twins eventually got their mother into musicals and whenever it’s time to do their chores around the house, the speakers are blasting their playlist of favorite show tunes

overall, 10/10 headcanon, atsumu and osamu are sluts for musicals.

[euphoricimagination]

Them confessing to you

Part 1 -> Kenma & Atsumu

Osamu

Osamu never felt this nervous before. He felt like he was going to throw up any time soon out of pure nervousness.

He was fairly certain that you liked him too, you blushed whenever he tried to flirt with you, you spend your free time with him, you even exchange keys of each others place so either of you could just go whenever you wanted; and yet there still was a voice telling him that somehow you liked Atsumu a little more. Maybe it was the fact that in high school he had the most fan girls; or maybe it was because you also seem to blush at whatever he said to you, making him laugh and you hit him.

But while Atsumu could be the most annoying and asshole twin he could ever asked for, he knew that he would never try to lead you when he knew that Osamu was in love with you.

So here he was, his surprise ready as he waits for you to arrive, the table beautifully set up just for you

“Eh? Sam you're here?” he hears your voice, confusion on it

“Yeah, in the living room”

“I know I gave you keys, but at least let me know you're here, I thought someone br- what's all of this?” you cut your rant as soon as you enter into the room and notice the table full of your favorites foods. Osamu wasn’t looking at you, his eyes glued to the TV with a blush on his cheeks, so you took the note that was near you “‘I made all of your favorite dishes because you're my favorite person, will you be my girlfriend?’ Really Sam?”

“In my defense, it sounded more romantic on paper than reading it out loud, now it's just cringe” he explains quickly, the redness of his face intensifying when he looked at you

“Sure”

“Eh?”

“You asked me to be your girlfriend, and I'm saying yes” you say with a smile, a smile that made him stand up and go to where you were

“Thank God” he passes his arms through your body, giving a hug “But why did ya blush whenever you and Atsumu were alone?”

“Because he loves to maker fun of me with you! You really thought I like that idiot?”

“Maybe, who knows”

“Idiot. Now, while I love your cooking, I’m really gonna need help to eat all of this food alone “ you pull him to the table, sitting side by side. He took your hand in his before asking

“So, can I finally brag about having a girlfriend?”

“You can”

Kuroo

You have been friends with Kuroo for years now, since your Nekoma years together; you two had a mix between a normal friendship and flirting, neither of you knowing if your flirty comments actually meant anything.

But in reality, Kuroo had fallen for you years ago, but his self conscious young self didn't know how to cope with it outside of being playful. But right now, not only his confidence grew significantly, but he also was 100% sure that he wanted to date you.

So he did a bunch of research of how to do it, he didn't want it to be over the top, but he also didn't want to be bland about it; so he didn't hesitate when he found the perfect idea online.

He went to his local flower shop and buy a 100 roses, blue ones to be exact, before writing in a piece of paper and heading to your place.

When you open the door you were greeted with a bunch of flowers, that's if it wasn't because the owner is basically a giant, it works look when more ridiculous that it already does. You look up to Kuroo’s eyes, confusion clear in your face.

“Wha- why? Eh?” is all you could mutter, making him chuckle

“May I come in?” you nod as if you were talking out of a trance, moving to letting him in and walking toward the living room “here, this is for you princess”

You took the flowers or of his hands, still amazed by the amount of them. You notice the paper that was in between some, so you left the roses in the table and take it out and reading it out loud “You’re a 100 times more beautiful than these 100 roses? Really?”

“Too cheesy?” he asks with his lopsided grin

“Just a little, could be worse…do you mean this Tetsu?”

“I always mean what I say princess”

“Always? Even when you…”

“Yes, I meant every word that I said to you, every time I tell you how wonderful you are, every time that I tell you how pretty you are, I meant every single time I flirt with you”

“Oh gosh, you could have told me sooner, you idiot” you move to hide your face on his chest

“Well, I can be your idiot if you take me”

“Ok then, be my idiot” you smooch your face even more when you feel his lips on top of your head “what do we do now?”

“I have a few ideas, but let's start with this” he took your cheeks on his hands, kissing you lovingly. He finally has you.

[doumadono]

Emergency request. I've been facing a challenge with aural hallucinations lately due to my schizophrenia. Surprisingly, the one thing that provides solace amidst this struggle and eases my anxiety and mental pain is watching storms, as cliché as it may sound. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness cast by the clouds seem to bring me some peace. Could I perhaps request some comforting fluff with Osamu from Haikyuu and a female reader watching the storm?

A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear about the challenges you've been facing with aural hallucinations. It's not cliché at all to find solace in watching storms. The soothing sound of rain and the comforting darkness can indeed offer a sense of peace amidst such struggles. If you ever want to talk or share more, I'm here to listen and support you ♥ ♥ ♥ Also, this is my first attempt at writing for Haikyuu!

MASTERLIST

The school was empty, save for a few lingering echoes of the day's intense volleyball practice. The hallway leading to the sports hall was dimly lit, and you found solace in the quietness it offered. The weight of your recent struggles with aural hallucinations weighed heavily on your mind. As you sat there, your senses heightened, you heard the first distant rumble of thunder, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

As if on cue, the rain began to pour outside, its soothing cadence filling the otherwise silent corridor. You closed your eyes, allowing the rhythmic sound to wash over you, offering a brief respite from your inner turmoil. It was moments like these, with the world outside in turmoil, that somehow brought you a semblance of peace.

Unbeknownst to you, Osamu Miya had just finished his rigorous training session. He'd noticed your presence from afar, sitting alone in the hallway, seemingly captivated by the storm. He approached you, his footsteps muffled by the sound of the rain.

"Quite a storm, isn't it?" he remarked, his voice soft yet steady. "Mind if I join you?" he asked, his voice as smooth as the rain itself.

Startled, you opened your eyes and met his gaze. Osamu's grey eyes held a certain depth, as if he understood the turmoil that you were going through.

"Yeah," you replied with a small smile, "I find the sound of rain oddly comforting. It helps me forget about any obstacles, even if just for a moment."

Osamu nodded in understanding, and he took a seat beside you. The two of you sat in companionable silence, listening to the symphony of raindrops on the windows and the occasional thunderclap. It was as if the storm had cast a protective barrier around the two of you, shielding you from your troubles.

As a student of Inarizaki High, your connection with Osamu ran deep. You had shared classrooms, and faced the challenges of adolescence together. Your bond had been forged through years of laughter, shared secrets, and the unspoken understanding that came with growing up side by side.

"The rain has a way of washing away the troubles of the day, doesn't it?" Osamu mused, his gaze fixed on the raindrops racing down the windowpane, his breath hard as he was right after a training.

You nodded in agreement, finding it easier to express yourself in this quiet, shared moment. "It's like a chance to start anew."

"You know," he began softly, "I find comfort in the simplicity of moments like this. No need for words, just the rain and the nice company, and the world seems like a better place instantly."

The soothing sound of rain had gradually lost its calming effect on you as your thoughts grew darker again. The weight of negative emotions and worries about upcmig exams intensified by the ongoing struggle with aural hallucinations, pressed down on you like an insurmountable burden. Tears welled up in your eyes, and you couldn't contain the flood of sadness, frustration, and fear that threatened to engulf you. "I… I can't…"

Feeling your distress, Osamu gently took your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. His touch was tender, a silent reassurance that he was there for you, just as he had been since your days at Inarizaki High. As he held your hand, his thumb began to trace soothing circles on the back of your palm, the gentle motion creating a sense of comfort and connection that words could not convey.

The simple act of his fingers entwined with yours and the soft caress of his thumb were like a lifeline in the storm of your emotions. It was as if he was silently whispering, "You're not alone, I'm here, Y/N," through his touch. The warmth of his hand in yours, the sensation of his thumb moving in those calming circles, all served to ground you in the present moment, helping to ease the turmoil within. "I've got you," the boy whispered softly, his breath tickling your ear. "You don't have to face this alone, Y/N. I'm always here, right?"

You turned to him with a faint smile, nodding. "You know, there's something oddly comforting about storms. They drown out the noise in my head…"

Osamu raised an eyebrow but didn't press further. He understood that sometimes, words weren't necessary.

As the storm raged on outside, the two of you talked about everything and nothing.

He might not have been the most expressive person, but there was a certain warmth in his presence.

Eventually, you found yourself leaning against his shoulder, feeling the comforting solidity of his presence. Osamu didn't protest; he simply adjusted his position slightly to accommodate you better. His volleyball jersey's fabric, adorned with the bold Inarizaki High emblem, was soft in touch.

As the rain poured down, washing away the worries of the day, you couldn't help but be grateful for this unexpected moment of tranquility with him by your side.

[vrmxlho]

Hi hiiii ? How was your day ? Can I please request an hq fluff with sakusa and Osamu ? In which they are flustered by their crush before confessing ? Thankssss and take care <333

i’m good, how are you? i love my lil babies aww jaskfldhg p.s. please tell me who your pfp is they’re so hawt 🫣 +++ sorry i’m only getting back to you now i hope you enjoy this at least 😭😭 ++++ i’m unsure if this is even what you meant 😞

cw: swearing + mention of disease in a love confession????? + NOT PROOFREAD + ooc (i'm sure of it) + one (1) mention of death

KIYOOMI SAKUSA 佐久早 聖臣

he never thought that he out of anyone would ever get flustered or even confess for that matter

nobody had ever caught his attention or interest

until you

the two of you were classmates

he was the quiet type while you were the slightly annoying talkative type

but he didn’t mind, he liked having some background noise for his thoughts

yet, he started growing attached to your constant rants and talks

how you’d ask him if he was alright, not because you wanted him to pay more attention to you, but because you were genuinely worried that he wasn’t okay

how you’d bring snacks with you every time you saw him

and how you started coming to his volleyball matches, standing in the stands (lmao) with a banner for his team

he wished you’d only cheer for him, “but you can’t always win” he thought

even the thought of telling you he liked your company, let alone the fact that he was in love with you, made him feel his heart palpitate excessively

it felt like he had just completed the most strenuous volleyball reps in his career

at first he thought he was just getting out of shape

“why is my heart not able to handle walking up the stairs???” he thought

and then he proceeded to start working out an extra hour a week to strengthen his heart

this obviously did nothing because every time he saw you he felt like he was about to faint

his heart felt full and he was sure its beating could be heard

he searched up the symptoms and even went to a doctor until the doctor was like???

“boy you have a crush stop wasting my mfing time”

and it all started to make sense

he liked you, so he’ll let you know

right????

wrong

now that he’s realised his emotions, he’s literally avoiding you, as in running away from you

this was all until he realised you were sad not seeing him as much as you used to 

so he built up the courage to tell you

“y/n, can we talk?” "oh so now you wanna talk??" you weren't actually mad, but you liked seeing him a bit grumpy, the way he would frown slightly and pout while looking away slightly was a sight to behold. he was rarely this expressive. "it's important." he was still looking away but this time his frown had softened, his pout had now transformed into him just biting his lip slightly. he looked almost...sad. "is everything okay?" he didn't reply to this but you could see him gulping and his ears going bright red. oh, you know what this means. he's nervous. "you know you can tell me anything, right?" you press on while reaching your hand out. but to this he flinched and pulled away; you could see his whole face burning red, his eyes wide and his eyebrows shooting up. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" "oh, i'm sorry..." you gave him a confused look, you still weren't mad at his sudden rudeness but you were really concerned as to what was going on. "no. i'm sorry i stopped talking to you. and for what i did right now...it's just..." his voice kept getting quieter and you didn't know how much longer you could keep this distance because you literally felt deaf in that moment. and because he looked so damn cute with his red face. "i feel like i'm dying when i'm with you." this was the first time you frowned at him. what the fuck does that even mean?? this was possibly the worst insult you had ever gotten. and it was from the person you really liked. you could feel your heart drop, and your eyes were already stinging with tears. "um..." "no, no i didn't mean it like that!" he was panicking now, his hands waving trying to prove his innocence, his face just kept getting redder and redder and he looked like he genuinely wanted to cry. "i want to die when i'm with you because-" "OKAY! I GOT IT DAMN!" you felt him tug at your arm as you turned to walk away. the next thing you felt was him hard chest and his arms wrapped around your waist. "because my heart only beats for you and it's rotting my internal organs." he was still blushing like a maniac and you could feel his heart beat hit your own body. but all you could do was giggle. this was 100% the funniest encounter you'd ever had with him. and you were glad. so so glad. the happiest you'd ever felt in so long. you wanted to stay like this till death separated you. you wanted to stay in his arms forever. "that was so gross."

OSAMU MIYA 宮 治

he always feels like he misses you

he's in a constant state of longing

even when you're sat right beside him

in the same room, in the same class, talking to each other even

maybe it wasn't that he missed you, maybe he just wanted something more, different

osamu wasn't the brightest when it came to emotions so perhaps he was just feeling something else...

this obviously never hit him until atsumu asked him if you were dating

to which he got all flustered and was a fucking mess

"no of course not!? i don't like y/n like that!!"

he's insane...

what does he mean he doesn't like you

he thought of you every second of the day

from the moment he laid eyes on you

everything, every instance has been about you – you don't just matter, you are... everything

once he finally intellectualised this information everything made him nervous

he was scared to move too quickly, scared to move too slowly, scared of looking bad in your eyes and scared of appearing boastful and arrogant

he wanted to tell you but he also didn't

he resorted to rehearsing his confession in front of the mirror every night after atsumu fell 'asleep'

(he heard everything and told you, trust)

but when the day finally came, you were so prepared to make him work for that answer

he could confess all he wanted but all you really cared for was to make a mess of him

****you laugh maniacally*****

you were talking to your friends when he came up to you. you knew exactly how it was going to go. it would start with him taking you to the side. "y/n, i've been meaning to tell you this for a long time." him cutely apologising for being so abrupt. "i'm really sorry, but please don't interrupt." and a guarantee that it'll be swift "i promise it'll be quick." "what is it? you're worrying me." you wanted to start off simple. you were already off-script but this should be easy enough you thought. "nothing too serious. just. just hear my out for a sec..." "ok." "y/n, the time we've spent together has been amazing. the things we've done, the memories we have it's all just great. and i think i'm ready to you know." "are you breaking up with me?" that'll get him. "WHAT?!" he blurted out a bit too loudly that it made you back away a bit. his face was pale, something you didn't expect at all. "you know, i really liked you. but i guess i can't force you to stay with me." little did he know that you had been practicing too. you had perfected your fake cry and you were very prepared to use it. "what... no please. i love you, please i didn't mean-" "all men are the same." you were trying so so hard not to laugh but it was getting hard. his face was bright red and he kept reaching his hands out to you before recoiling, unsure if you wanted him around at all. "y/n, please wait. i- i'm so confused." "so be it! i'm so sick of you!" "WAIT! THIS IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING I'LL EVER DO, BEFORE PROPOSING!" he honestly looked like he was going to pass out. as soon as those words came out he slapped his hand over his mouth and his eyes widened to the size of volleyballs. "proposing?" you had gone far too off script. you felt bad. you didn't know how to respond at all. "when i look at you i can feel it. i look at you and i'm at home. i'll never feel this way about anyone, because you are my one and only. i love you." "oh, this was so much better than the confession you had planned."

taglist: @https-true-egoist @cyno-luvr @aiethereal-xx

[vroerry]

When do they listen to music?

It's all timeskip! I might write a part 2 for this, I still have some thoughts...

Kuroo Tetsurō

- I'm going to be honest, he listens to it during work

- He pays attention to his job, but it helps him

relax

- Just imagine him running around in his suit, hurrying to meetings or sitting at the desk and his head every now and then bopping to the beat

- He stops listening to it when he is in an actual meeting

- But sometimes has the urge to continue doing so, since it bores him

- His brain moves so fast, he needs something to entertain him and music is great at that

- He also listens to music when he is out for a run

or goes to the gym

- But he has different playlists for both activities

Iwaizumi Hajime

- He listens to music when he is making training plans

- He sometimes ends up somewhat synchronising them

- For example if he is listening to something up beat you bet it's going to be a hell of a HIIT

- If he is listening to something a bit more calm, it's probably just going to be something that puts the muscles to work, but is slow and doesn't require much jumping around

-During working out, he isn't listening to music

- Then, he actually prefers podcasts so he doesn't end up moving to it's beat

- He just doesn't want to keep switching between different paces

Bokuto Kōtarō

- Now, even though his precious trainer told him

not to listen to it during working out

- He does it anyway

- It hypes him up better than any pre-work out

-He is moving to the beat, feeling the music deep in his bones

- It feels lighter when there is something screaming so loud in his ears

- He has multiple playlists

- He refuses to admit that all of his songs are the same

- He likes it, and doesn't care about anything else

- It's his music, his choice

- But when he is home:

- This is for the BokuAka shippers

- If Akaashi is busy working from home he would - play some classical music for him and just cuddle

Miya Osamu

- I can guarantee his kitchen turns into a concert whenever he is cooking

- He just plays something from his phone and

starts singing right away

- He's just chopping away veggies while he just goes:

- "Chop, chop, chop, chop /Swing, swing, swing, swing"

- He listens to multiple artists

- He listens to multiple genres

- It just has to be singable

- Being at work doesn't stop him

- You can hear the faint sound of music from the kitchen if you sit at the front

- Atsumu probably teases the heck out of him

- To that he simply says that he should go to another restaurant and actually pay for his food

[daebraeksan]

Hanging out with Osamu, he comforts reader over unrequited crush , but also idk reader’s past in general or something I don’t know

a/n: what kind of title is that lol. I’ve given up on everything. I’m in my flop era. Anyway.

edit: a/n2: fixed some typos. i am SO SORRY yall, so embarrassing <3 anyway enjoy again

Genre: college au, hurt/comfort (kind of? More like a respectful distraction? idk), pre-relationship, new friendship,  

Contents: Negativity, low self esteem*like horribly low, depression, overly critical of self for having a crush, Osamu cooks/bakes for you, suspicion/not trusting, implied past trauma, surprise appearance from some boys at the end :)

Wc: 4136

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Normally, you keep a tight lid on your emotions. You don’t want to get out of control. You don’t want to feel too much pain.  You try to regulate your intake and output.  You try to be careful. 

So when these unruly emotions emerge inside of you—jealousy, pain, others you don’t want to name, roiling, writhing, clawing, and snarling—you panic. The alarm bells clamor. You don’t want to know what could happen. You just want this to be over. You don’t want to feel these things.

You need somewhere to go. 

Your brain is so well-worn on the pattern of disappointment and abandonment, that you almost forget to tell yourself not to make this a big deal. You’re almost confused why you are this upset. It’s the same old, same old. You never get what you want. So, when your crush asked someone else out, what’s the difference? You don't even know them that well. Why would they even like you? You got no vibes that they liked you back. 

You wrack your brain for why you’re feeling this pain.

Aren’t you smarter than this? Haven’t you been through this before?

You find the treacherous thread of hope, snaking and coiling through your chest, wrapping your heart and squeezing. It felt like a hug, when suddenly, it was thorns unsheathed and sliced through your heart.

Reality. 

You think you’re a level headed person.

And then something like this happens. The treacherous hope bursts inside of you, buzzing, fueling you. For how long? For how many days of insidious tormented fantasizing? 

It's sad that the “thing” you thought “would be different this time”, for something so stupid, like—But you actually spoke to them. Shouldn’t that be enough? Like. You did something new. You got out of your comfort zone. You overcame something you used to be afraid of. (You are going to be afraid to repeat it again, now. Don't let anyone ever tell you that efforts are going to be rewarded. That’s not necessarily true.) You literally introduced yourself and exchanged numbers. And on top of that, you tried to converse with them.

You literally did so much. You wish you could be proud of that, stopping while you’re ahead. Usually, you like your crushes from a distance. Sometimes it's agony, sometimes it’s something fun to do, to occupy your time from life. You need a distraction from your problems, and thinking about a crush is fun. And then there’s always the inevitable downfall of when it stops being fun. You start to remember that no one would ever like you back. You aren’t attractive. You are weird. You are socially awkward, can’t keep up a conversation, you have nothing interesting to say. Nothing that people would want to hear. And you don’t know that many people with your common interests, anyway. There’s no way you can improve. You’re too scared to practice talking to people, so you’re never going to get better.  You can’t rely on looks to draw people in. You think you are a great friend once people get to know you, but it’s the initial barrier that sucks.  You can’t overcome the stress of talking to people in order for anyone to be able to get to know you in the first place. 

And that’s what happened this time, too. You were right! It didn’t matter that this time, you were “ready” to try. Why? What good did it get you? You were willing to put yourself out there. You were tired of being alone, and tired of not believing in yourself. 

And now, what?

You wished you could say you weren’t so arrogant to think things would work out for yourself. But you let yourself get fooled. You really thought for a second that something would work out for you! Pathetic. 

You don’t exactly want to be in your room anymore and you don’t exactly want to be seen by anyone.

But it’s Thursday evening, so that means the weekend has already started, so that means everyone with friends is already out doing things. You should be safe to take a break from your depression hole and make a new temporary depression hole in the study room. 

You grab your backpack and blanket and honestly debate wearing a fluffy robe over your clothes. But maybe that’s overkill. You stick your feet into fluffy slippers and triple check that you have your room key and head out to have a depressing time doing homework. 

He was out of your league in every way.

What were you thinking?

You get through your pre-homework tumblr scroll and then finish re-reading the assignment. You’ve barely started on it when you hear the door swing open. 

You freeze.

If the room is occupied, people would just leave.

Or they  might ask if they can share. You hadn't expected this to occur. You genuinely thought everyone would already be out partying by now. Who the heck goes to college to do homework? Only people with no friends. 

You think it will be fine if they take the other table and you just ignore them and stay here. What’s the rush? What’s the issue?

If you really need to leave, you can leave. Who cares? You’re too sad to do homework anyway. This is honestly overkill for the emotional state you’re in.

Everything is too much. 

You take a deep breath and keep looking down. You really don’t want to acknowledge whoever came in first. 

They probably won’t acknowledge you either, because no one does. You’re practically invisible. 

And then you hear your name. 

Tension shoots up your spine.

You don’t even want to look up.

But you have to, because it’s Osamu, and he’s really been nothing but  nice to you since you met him.

Shockingly. 

For someone who definitely has a girlfriend, or at least has no shortage of people to date or hook up with, he sure has a lot of kindness to go around. 

Him having time to be nice to you is weird.

It doesn’t make sense. 

“Hey,” you say. You blink at him. He’s looking particularly cozy in a cream cable knit sweater, sweatpants, and slippers.

“Fancy seeing you here,” he says.

You smile humorously and shrug.

“What are you up to?”

“Homework,” you say, boringly.

“Ah,” he says. “Have a busy night ahead of you?”

“If I can manage. But probably not. I feel like I’ll give up soon and just go back to my room.”

“Oh. So you might be free this evening?” Osamu asks. 

You look at him in confusion. “I guess I’m free basically every evening,” is a horrible way to out yourself as a loser. Not that Osamu wouldn't already know that. “What are you up to?” you ask him, eyeing him critically that he has entered the study room with no study materials. 

“Oh,” he says, taking a quick look around as if he lost his excuse somewhere in the room. He looks back at you and grins.  “I was on my way back to my room, and I saw you in here, so I wanted to say hi.”

“That’s sweet of you,” you say, trying not to actually take his actions to heart. Why would you want literally another repeat of what happened thirty minutes ago—believing that just simply talking to a boy meant you had “a chance” with him—to be special and valued, liked, admired, thought to be pretty? No. “What are you up to this evening?” you ask, not because you actually want to know—it’s different knowing in a vague sense that everyone has friends that they can hang out with and you don’t, you really don’t need details and specifics, but also you’re nothing if not full of boring small talk.

“Probably hanging out with the boys,” Osamu says. “You want to come?”

You blink at him. Social anxiety and fear of abandonment keep you frozen. Why even try to make friends if you’re just not going to be enough, and they are just going to be disappointed in you and not want to invite you ever again? You don't want a pity invite. 

“Aw, thanks,” you say. “I can’t impose, though.”

“It’s not an imposition, I’m inviting you! Or we could hang out. Just us,” he says. 

You really wonder if he and his girlfriend are so mature and chill that they are okay with this. Seems pretty unusual for someone seemingly as normal as him and potentially (though you really shouldn't assume) cishet as him. 

“Oh,” you say

“I don’t want to impose,” Osamu says.

You can’t tell if he’s making fun of you.

“You’d have more fun with your friends. I don't want to interrupt your plans.”

“They’d be fine without me for one night,” Osamu says hopefully.

You send a wobbly smile his way. Why is he fighting you on this? You’re giving him every out. Are you his new charity case or something? He’s extended far more than the courtesy kindness you would have needed to receive. Basic human decency and respect, check. What is he still doing here? “They might not be,” you say, in a dull, but faux-warning tone. “They need you.”

He looks at you thoughtfully for a second, almost in confusion, and then smirks at you. “You're funny.”

It’s your turn to look at him thoughtfully, critically, appraisingly, and try to figure out his game plan. What the fuck is he doing? You are funny, it’s true, but sometimes people can say something true on accident, without realizing it. You're funny, but you haven’t said anything funny tonight, to him. So you don’t know why he would say that. What could he possibly mean by that? He’s probably saying that you’re awkward and stupid and why are you still talking to him? Ugh. 

“I don’t think I’ll be much fun to hang out with tonight,” you say, deciding that being pathetic and honest might get you the result you need—to be left alone. You don’t want him to see you that way, but you’re panicking and you need an out. “I’m not in the best mood.”

“Oh,” he says, faltering for the first time in the conversation. 

You feel like a sick horrible person for feeling a sense of accomplishment and pride at that—and success. You’ve successfully alienated him enough to where he probably will never want to talk to you again! Because you’re too much of a burden, your emotions are a burden and inconvenient, you’re stupid, you’re not normal, you’re too difficult to have around. Yeah. 

All of that. 

“I. I am so sorry if I was overstepping and bothering you,” he says. 

You shake your head. “You had no way of knowing. Don’t worry about it. Good night.”

He looks at you with some kind of urgency in his eyes. “Oh. Okay. Good night. I—Well. If you ever wanted to talk about something like this one day, I might not look it, but I’m actually a pretty good listener.”

Actually, in his little cable knit sweater, he looks more like a goodie two shoes good listener than he ever has looked. Normally he looks like a rascal and a trouble maker and his mischievous face can hardly hide his intentions.

You tell yourself to shut up. You tell yourself to stop getting carried away. It’s not his fault that he’s unfairly cute and attractive. And you wish you could say it’s not your fault that you’re attracted to him.

But you should know better. 

“Oh,” you say. “I couldn't possibly—it’s stupid. And embarrassing.”

“Your emotions aren’t stupid and emabrassing!” he exclaims. 

You sigh. Actually, the urge to overshare is really strong. But you have to remain calm. You can’t dump all your issues on this practically-stranger.

“I know we’re not that close, but we’ll never get close if we don't talk about some serious stuff eventually,” he says. 

You narrow your eyes at him. “I don't’ think that’s how it exactly works.”

Osamu cocks his head. “Isn’t it?”

You don’t answer. 

He nods with finality. “I really don’t want to push the issue,” he says. “I do want to hang out with you. But I understand if it’s a no, and maybe I can ask you a different time. But. Could I tempt you with a sweet treat and then we could talk about it?”

You blush, thinking of him feeding you your favorite dessert.

No! No. Stop it. STOP THIS!

“Or,” he says. “I’ll just make it for you. We don’t even have to hang out today. But I'll drop it off at your room later. As a treat.  To cheer you up.”

“No, no, it’s okay—”

“Okay, I’m going to leave you alone now,” he says. “Have a good night. I will be by later with your snack.”

He scuttles away before you can protest. 

You look down at your homework. 

You suppose you might as well work until he’s done with his kitchen excursion. 

#*#*#*#

True to your word, you for the most part, diligently get ahead on your assignments. Osamu swings by the study room again, this time with treats in tow.

“Oh, wow, you really are still here,” he says. 

You nod. 

“I checked your room first,” he said. “Maybe I should grab your number? So it will be easier next time.”

You’re unfairly excited and then subsequently embarrassed about how little it takes for you to be over the moon.

Getting someone’s number.

An attractive person’s number.

But it’s platonic. 99% likely. 

So. 

Whatever.

Shut up. 

He sets the treats down in front of you and sits across from you. He hands you his phone and you put your number in.

“Great!” he said, texting you immediately. 

It’s a good thing that you would never want to give this man a fake number.  Who would?

He looks at you in alarm. “Oh. Sorry. I just sat down like I own the place. I said I would drop the treats off and leave you alone.”

You sigh inwardly. “It’s fine. You went through all the trouble of making these, so why don't we share them?”

“They’re for you,” he says.

“And since they’re mine, I’m allowed to offer to share them with whoever I want.”

He smiles and acquiesces. 

You small talk with him about baking and his friends and classes. 

He rests his cheek on his palm, elbow propped on the table. “I wasn’t joking you know,” he said. “About being a good listener.”

“That’s kind of you,” you say. 

“You’re kind of a closed book, aren’t you.”

“No,” you say. (You are.)

“You can’t just lie. I’m telling you what I’ve observed.”

“What, am I gaslighting you,” you joke. 

“And gatekeeping and girlbossing,” he says. 

You pump your fist in the air mildly. 

“What if I told you something first?” he says. 

“Why do you want to know something so badly?” you say. “And no, don’t rope me into a negotiation I didn’t agree to.”

“Sorry,” he says quickly. “I didn’t mean it like that. You're really on your guard though, aren’t you?”

You shrug. 

“I would like to earn your trust at the pace you are comfortable with,” he says. “I would like to get to know you more.”

You really want to ask why, but that’s such a pathetic question. Normal people with normal self esteem just take at face value that sometimes, others are going to be interested in getting to know them. But you? How could you ever delude yourself into thinking that? Especially about Osamu. You’ve never been worth anyone’s time or interest. 

You look down at the treats, and something stirs in your heart. 

You have to admit that food is one of your love languages.

And maybe you do need to practice trusting people more.

You don't know what’s the point, since all you've been is hurt before. But .

Living in isolation isn’t good, either. 

You laugh at yourself. “It’s just about some guy.”

Osamu twitches and you look at him closer to see what happened, but there was no trace of the reaction on his face anymore. “Oh. You. Someone you were seeing?”

You grin wryly. “Not even. I’m much too pathetic for that. No, I just. Had a crush on him, I guess. But he started dating someone else.”

“Ooh,” Osamu winces in sympathy. “That’s never fun.”

You shrug. “It always happens to me.”

“Not always,” he says. 

You glare at him. “I’m telling you, always,” you say. “You don’t know me.”

Osamu raises his hands. “I’m sorry. I just—I should have believed you, for sure. That’s my bad. But. I just thought maybe you were exaggerating.”

You shake your head. “My face is in the dictionary under unrequited, and stuff, blah blah blah.”

“That could mean guys like you and you never like them back,” Osamu says.

You snort. 

“What.” he asks. 

“Nothing, that’s funny,” you say. 

“I didn’t mean that as a joke,” he says. 

You press your lips together thinly. 

“So yeah, I don’t know. Whatever. That’s why I was feeling down. Not a big deal,” you say. 

“It is a big deal, if you say it is,” he says. “Do you want to talk about it more?”

You shrug. “It’s sad and pathetic.”

“Why do you say that?” he says. “I don't think you’re pathetic.”

“That’s because you don’t know me.”

“I would never think that,” he says. 

You shake your head, wanting to drop the situation. You don’t know how to explain to him that you know better than him. But he has to come to his own conclusions after all. And he for sure will. 

“Can I…?” he trails off.

You look at him, wondering if he’s being uncharacteristically shy. 

“What?” you ask.

“Were you trying to drop the subject, or could I say one more thing?” he asks. 

You shrug. “Go for it, if you want,” you say. 

He looks at you and then looks down. “Now I’m embarrassed to say it. It’s kind of stupid to say something like “That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing,” huh?”

You smile. “Well. Maybe. It’s still a nice platitude though, so like. I’ll take it. Thanks for the effort.”

Osamu looks at you, torn. “I feel like I’m not. I feel like I’m doing a bad job.”

You look at him in alarm. You didn’t mean to upset him. “Of what?”

“I feel like nothing I’m saying is coming across right.”

You shrug. “I wouldn't blame yourself for that. I don’t really get things. I’m difficult. Set in my ways. Things went wrong for me a really long time ago.”

He opens his mouth. 

“Don't ask me about them,” you say. “It’s definitely not something I should share lightly. It's just. It’s too much for most people.”

Osamu nods.  “Okay. I trust you that you’ve had bad experiences sharing things in the past. Or maybe you just are used to not sharing about yourself at all. But yeah, I just wanted to say again, that I hope that as we get to know each other, at your own pace, you will one day feel like you can trust me with some of this stuff. If you ever want to.”

You nod, even though you won’t take him up on his offer. Most people would not be willing to stick around that long for you to be able to vet and trust them. 

“Do you want any support about that guy?” he asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean. I don't  know. Do you want me to say anything in support of you during these trying times?”

You look at him in amusement and a bit of awe, that he’s still trying. “You don’t have to.”

“Do you want me to?”

“I guess now I’m curious about what you are thinking about,” you say, a bit worried about what you’re asking for. 

“Just like. I don’t know. I hope that you’ll like, let yourself be sad about him for however long, but also like not for too long. Because he doesn’t deserve it. And also there’s plenty of other guys around.”

You want to argue with him on that. There are not plenty of other guys around. You have never had plenty of guys around. But you get where he’s coming from. You’d probably say something similar to that if someone you knew was going through this kind of thing. 

You nod. “Yeah.”

He looks at you in shock. “Really? No argument?”

“I decided to cut you some slack,” you say.

He grins, a little openly and awe-struck, at you. 

You’re embarrassed by the genuineness of his expression. 

Is he being for real?

“So?” he grins. “Did you like the treats?”

“Yes, they are so good. Thank you so much.”

He preens. “There’s more where that came from, you know. You got any other requests?” he asks. 

“I couldn't possibly—”

“You can! You can ask and you should. I’m asking you to ask.”

You look at him shyly. You can’t say anything. 

“We could make something together one day, if you wanted,” he said. 

You nod. 

“And actually, you don’t need to hang out with my friends,” he blurts. “They are stupid.”

“What?” you blink. “You’re uninviting me?” you try for a joking tone.

“It’s going to be way more fun if we hang out just the two of us,” he says. 

The malicious voice in your head says, oh he’s ashamed of you, he thinks you’re boring. Gross. Ew. Who cares. 

 “Yo, Samu, what the fuck?”

A gaggle of boys bursts into the study room and you freeze in embarrassment. You’re still in your fluffiest clothes and slippers and—

Ah, fuck it. Who cares?

You look at them quickly, and then look down. 

“Are these the friends you don’t want me to hang out with?” you ask. 

Every single boy in the room gapes at you.

“Okay, wait, what?” Atsumu gapes. (Okay, so you realize you remember some of Osamu’s friends a bit more than you first thought. Also, it’s kind of hard to forget his literal twin. With them having the same face and all.)

“Why are we being uninvited?” Hinata whines. 

“This makes a lot more sense why you ditched us, but you still suck,” Suna says. 

You look at Osamu, pleadingly. “Help!” your look says. You can barely talk to him one on one. Not with an audience, your brain can’t run all the simulations to help you say the exact right thing to not be weird. 

There’s too many variables. 

“You guys are stupid, get out of here,” Osamu snaps. 

“Oh, what’s this?” Suna slides by the table, and puts his arm on the back of your seat, and leans down next to you to inspect the treats. You and Osamu stiffen and still in your respective seats for different (or is it the same?) reasons. “Can I have one?”

“Sure,” you say, at the same time Osamu snaps, “no!”

“Why, Samu?” Hinata croons. “I want one, too!”

“Me, too,” Atsumu says. 

“All of you are useless,” Osamu growls. 

“Yay, snacks!” Atsumu cheers, grabbing one for himself, after Suna swipes one first.

 “Snacks, snacks, snacks,” Hinata sings and dances over, grabbing one for himself. 

“Okay, it’s time to go,” Osamu says. 

You look at him and wave.

“I meant us,” Osamu says pleadingly.

“As if you can get rid of us that easily,” Atsumu snorts. 

“Do you want help carrying your things?” Suna asks, already picking up your backpack. 

“No, it’s fine,” you say flustered, and Osamu growls, “I’ll do it!” and yanks the backpack from him.

“No, Osamu, it’s really fine—”

“No, I have to,” Osamu glares at the boys, “otherwise they’ll get their grubby little paws all over your stuff.”

“Okay, I’ll carry the food then,” Suna says.

“No,” Osamu says, and turns to you. “You grab it. Don't let them eat anymore.”

“It’s fine, isn’t it? You said we were going to make more anyway.”

“You’re making more?” Hinata says, eyes sparkling.

How can anyone say no to that face?

“Not. For. You!” Osamu snaps. 

Apparently one person can. 

Everyone bickers around you and you feel swept away in it all. For someone who never has plans on a Thursday night, you can’t say you’ve hated this evening.

You surprise yourself at that. It really did turn out much better than you were expecting. 

You look at Osamu and are too embarrassed to thank him in front of his friends. But you will have to let him know how appreciative you are. 

You let the boys escort you out of the study room and down the hall. You let yourself get invited to some upcoming stuff with them. 

You let out a deep breath. You can try again.

What could possibly go wrong?