#atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader

[girlfromflor]

atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader - part 1

wc: 1371 | tw: some swear words ig | a/n: i did not proofread this lol, part 2

atsumu was never one to think too hard about other people’s actions. he always thought that when someone said something, they meant it. when they didn’t say anything, well that’s just because there is nothing to be said. he was just as simple, so why worry, right? but that was before he met you. 

he still remembers the very first time he saw you come over practice. you seemed so lost, trying to speak to the coach and see if there was any chance you could be part of the club, only to have your voice completely drown in the loud sound of the balls hitting the court’s floor. atsumu was stunned, he had never seen you around and yet it felt like you were known, like that one person he can always count on. you were so gorgeous, your hair matching your pretty face and soft eyes. he almost immediately asked you to marry him. his eyes worked unceasingly to memorize every part of you. how you were a bit shorter than him, how the school uniform wrapped every part of your body oh so nicely, and he wondered how you would look rid of all those layers. so he gathered all his courage and after a deep breath he approached you, “uh, hi. i’m miya atsumu, do you need help?” 

you, with your ever so practical and stoic persona, had the immediate reaction to just say no. usually not one to chit chat or kill time doing something so trivial as talking about ordinary and banal things. but as you turned to answer the atsumu guy, you freezed. probably it was the first time you ever stood in a situation like this, but god, he was so absolutely gorgeous to you that your whole demeanor changed. you were a loss of words. flustered with your own traitor thoughts and, as you realized you were taking too much time to answer a simple question, your mind went blank for a minute. “sorry, what…?”

he laughed. and god, what a cute laugh he had. he wondered if you were always this distracted. “do you need help? with whatever it is that you’re doing…” and gave you a smile, trying his hardest to not add a random ‘love’ into the phrase. to his surprise you didn’t smile back, face expressionless as you said, “oh, right. yeah, i think i could use some help. i need to subscribe to some club activities and i thought maybe i could be part of the volleyball team… do you think that can happen?” after having a few seconds to recompose yourself you managed to mutter, thanking whatever wave of luck that allowed you not to stumble over your words.

and after that, atsumu knew he was in for a long journey. being head over heels for someone that he later learned to be a first-year, that he now would most likely see everyday and that – much to his dismay – did not utter a single word towards him, unless absolutely necessary. he did not understand any of it. why he felt so breathless around you and why you seemed so oblivious to his advances. he didn’t know how to deal with all of it, he just wanted to know you completely, to have access to your deepest desires and wills and have you share all parts of you and your life. 

but you never really seemed to realize how intensely he cared for you. and nowadays all he can do is to be deeply attentive to everything you do. whenever you say something – or when you don’t, for that matter – he’ll find a way to read your words and actions over and over again. he’s obsessed with it. he can’t imagine why in the world you are so little affected by the things he says and does. how could you not have any sort of reaction when he was around you doing all types of things to get your attention. it wasn’t until a random practice day that he realized just how much you actually noticed him.

he couldn’t help but reminisce that afternoon, it was very meaningful to him. after a few months of coexisting, he managed to remain well behaved with you. only exchanging a few words of politeness whenever you two met. he had just thrown another bad set to one of his teammates, growing frustrated and bothered by the minute. you don’t notice at first what’s wrong. nevertheless, you are the very first to really understand the problem. while all of the boys swim in confusion as to why atsumu seemed so lost in his thoughts during practice, you decide it’s time for him to focus already.

“atsumu” you call, waiting for him to look at you. he lifts his eyes slowly, so caught up in his frustration to notice the soft glint of affection in yours. “yes…?” he answers at last, still not paying you full attention. 

“i know you’re stressed over exams…” and that’s enough to have him looking at you with attentive eyes, wondering how did you know that since you’re not usually aware of those things, always having the best grades of your class. “but it will be okay. you studied harder than ever, if that’s not enough then i don’t know what would be…”

he lets out an amused chuckle, thinking that you’re just trying to be practical and make him not waste a whole practice just because he’s worried. but then it clicks, he never mentioned exams. during the whole time he spent studying, he did not mention it once. he was pressured enough, he didn’t want anyone else to add up to his stress. he questions then, why would you assume that, of all things? 

little does he know that you noticed how he was getting a few minutes later than the others at practice, because he was finishing a summary of his exams topics. how he would look at the paper in his pocket from time to time to check if he had gotten the right answers to the questions he was mentally doing over and over. how he stopped staying after hours so he could get home sooner, probably to go over his notes about that one topic he never really manages to understand just right.

so he tilts his head a bit to the side, still looking at you with some amusement in his eyes and says, “is not only that, you know… i have to study so much to get good grades and can’t even set right while doing so, it makes me wonder if i won’t ever be able to do two things at the same time…”

and for that you just giggle. a light, sweet sound that just makes atsumu drown even more in his infatuation for you. you raise your eyebrows, hardly believing these words had really left his mouth. “atsumu…” is soft, trying to not sound aggressive, but all the boys that are paying attention can see that you’re actually dead serious when you say, matter-of-factly “you’re recognized as the number one high school setter… what are you so concerned about?”

and that just hits him like a fucking punch, because you are not saying it to encourage him nor is it to make him feel better. you stating a fact, he is indeed one of the best players in high school, he should be able to study hard and still play well, it comes naturally to him anyway. his eyes fill up with something you can’t quite point out, his smirk spoke volumes though “well, i guess it just gets hard to remember that sometimes”

after that short dialogue you two shared, he managed to not miss one move throughout the rest of their practice. his humor all but recovered as he wonders just how much you watch him around and that, maybe, you think of him just as much as he thinks of you. but nothing could have prepared him for the next day, when he was changing at the locker room and found a note that said “so you don’t have a hard time remembering it” with a simple black bracelet underneath that had “best setter” engraved on it.

[taeyamayang]

please do a part two of suna brothers friend it was so good

your wish is my command

FALLING FOR YOUR BROTHER'S FRIEND

part two of Suna's

↬ CHARACTERS: Suna Rintarou x fem!reader

↬ GENRE: romance | chaotic crack | no atsumu is not high | the twins are okay | another suna brainrot | continuation of part one

↬ WARNING: excessive cursing and i'm not going to apologize for that | toothrotting fluff

↬ wc: 5k~ y'all asked for this

"my child is perfectly okay." no, your child is reading part two of falling for suna fucking rintarou, again.

ㅡthat's it, that's my life

a/n: looks like this is another round as the miya twins' sister, huh? thank you anon for requesting bc the moment i opened my eyes and saw your ask i had my epiphany, my callingㅡi am destined to write part two. basically, you legalized me overwriting for suna so thank you for that.

hidden chapter

Suna Rintarouㅡpart two

part two continues right where it left off

now that you are much closer to Suna the next question prevails,

what's next?

here we explore your decisions regarding club activities

and romantic choices that would appeal against your brothers, the Miya twins

Your vision is filled with colorful banners, each screaming for attention and calling for applicants. You, however, remained stoic. Not even a bit entertained by the visual aids on the bulletin board. If only deciding for a club to pursue is as easy as contemplating what to cook for dinner, then you would not be here wasting your time as you stare at a giant board. Your bottom lip pushes your mouth upwards, making your upper lips touch the base of your nose as you peer at the posters with zero enthusiasm.

“Have you decided yet?” A warm breath fans against your ear, waking your senses. The voice was inviting, almost as if the person was luring you into them. You turn your head to the side to see who it is, and to your surprise, it’s him.

“Suna-san?” Your mouth did the talking as you gazed at the middle blocker. He didn’t even budge at a distance between your faces. If someone accidentally pushed you to him, your mouth will undoubtedly land on his lips. As soon as the thought crosses your mind, you blink away the panic building in you as you feel your cheeks getting warmer at the idea of kissing him. Suna tilts his head to the side, confused by the sudden change in your facial expression.

“Not yet?” He gives you mercy by allowing your respiratory system to function and breathe air. He straightens his back, both hands pushed inside the pocket of his trouser. His shoulder bag is pressed against his right arm and torso. Now that you can see him at full length, you are mesmerized by his stance. His body is towering and athletic but not overwhelmingly muscular to the point he could crush you. His arms are long enough to secure you in a tight hug, and his chest is in a perfect width to rest your cheek.

You shake your head when you realize you were distracted again by your own fantasies of him. You were never this infatuated with him, not until he decided to play the saving prince in your bleak princess life. You mentally slap yourself in the face as you attempt to gather your thoughts and be a functional human being for once. You backtrack to what happened a few minutes ago. Right, he was asking you about clubs. You haven’t decided yet, but with the appearance of your Achilles heel, an idea struck you—a crazy one, if you must say.

“It’s a secret.” You cheekily winked at him. YOU FUCKING WINKED AT HIM. You want to physically suck in air and rewind the past and undo what you did, but thank god the man before you laughed it off.

“A secret, huh.” He nods, orbs still glued to you. “or is it an excuse for not being able to decide yet?” He banters. You have no idea how you were able to raise an eyebrow at him and proudly say,

“ No, I have decided, but I want to keep it to myself first.” The answer is simple. It is clad in high school uniform with cutely parted hair and eyes that shine brighter than the celestial body.

“Let’s see about that.” One corner of his lips pulls up. He struts past you before raising his hand in the air. “Later, (y/n).”

You love how he refers to you by your first name. In that way, you feel so much closer to him. Furthermore, as if he sees you as a different person separate from the identity of your brothers. You nod at him, although his back is facing you. Soon after, he disappears into the crowd of students in the hallway.

~~~

It's finally the end of classes. The students are busy zipping their bags to either head out of the campus and enjoy their freedom or prepare for club activities. You were once part of the former, but now that you have decided how to spend your time after class, you are now one of the latter. You skip your way down to the grounds of Inarizaki, cheerfully greeting every student you are acquainted with before reaching a familiar place. Upon stepping inside, you shut your eyes, raising both arms in the air with lungs filled with confidence and you declare.

"Behold! Another Miya has appeared to grace your filthy land!" You peel your eyes open and see Atsumu completely engrossed and disgusted with your presence. At the same time, Osamu is both confused and frozen in his spot as he watches you embarrass generations of Miya's. Your sudden declaration has garnered murmurs from the other volleyball team players.

"Is that (y/n)?"

"Yes."

"Another hybrid Miya."

Despite feet away from the freshmen, you hear them clear and loud. You point at them before shooting them playful scowls.

"Wrong! I am not a hybrid Miya. I am the best Miya, and I will prove it to you all." Kita chuckles, holding his stomach as he lets you humor him. This is precisely one of the reasons why you are the best Miya because no one else can make Kita laugh more than you. The captain approaches you, drawing his hand out for a shake.

"Welcome to the volleyball team, Miya-san." Traces of chuckles are still evident on his face as you take his gentle hands and shake them.

"Please, call me (y/n), so in that way, it won't be confusing too." You shoot him a smile, one that is genuine but that does reach your eyes. He nods at you, and swiftly Atsumu pulls Kita to the side.

"Why are you welcoming that evil wench, Kita-san?" Atsumu says through his teeth. Aran is next to greet you. He jogs to your place with an excited grin on his face.

"I didn't have the chance to tell you how good your tempura and miso soup from last time! Thank you for the great dinner!" Aran shakes your hand politely. Your smile widens at the uncalled compliment made by him. Consequently making your heart flutter.

"You're welcome!" You shake his hand enthusiastically. "My sweet and sour pork tastes good too! The twins love it. You should come to revisit us next time!"

"Sweet!" Aran balled his fist in delight.

Adjusting to Inarizaki's men's volleyball team is not a problem for you. Ever since your brothers becsme a member of the group, you have been acquainted with each player of the team. The only thing that hindered you from completely letting loose of yourself was Suna. You didn't want to make a fool of yourself in front of him. Likewise, his intimidating gaze and your budding crush on him made you feel conscious of your actions. But now that you have been talking to him, you feel more comfortable expressing yourself.

"She's here to try out as a manager of the team," Kita answers Atsumu's question.

"WHAT?!" the twins both say in unison.

"NO, NO, NO!" Atsumu squeezes his face using both of his hands as he shakes his head side to side. "That can't be happening!" Atsumu pulls Kita closer to him.

"She is not what you think she is! Underneath those friendly smiles and polite gestures is a tiny brooding demon! She cannot be the manager of the team. She is not capable of caring!" Atsumu says as Kita follows you through his eyes. A smile plants on his face as he observes you have fun with the rest of the players.

"I think you're overreacting, tsumu." Kita says, eyes still not leaving you.

"No!" Atsumu screams in frustration. "She already has you fooled!" Atsumu stomps his way to you, aggressively snatching you away from a freshman before pushing his hand inside the pocket of his jersey shorts. The coins in his hand clink as he fishes for spare change. He turns your hand upward, so your palm faces the ceiling of the gym before smacking his hand over yours.

"Here, take my money! Go to the café with your girlfriends and have chitchat!" Atsumu unravels his fingers; hence the cold silver coins fall into your palm. You count the spare change and wrinkle your nose at the total amount. He gave you money only enough for a jelly.

Cheap.

"I'm not leaving. I'm serious about this." You shrug at him. "but I'm keeping the money. Thanks, tsumu!" you turn around and walk away from him at the same time you pocket the coins. You hear your brother scream again but ignore him as you settle your bag onto the benches. Your senses welcome the familiar scent of sage and bergamot. You look up, and lo and behold, you see him.

"hm, a secret." he hums, nodding at you. he fights a smile as he watches you beam at him.

"Surprise! You didn't see that coming, did you?" If you could compare your interaction with him from this morning to now, you would definitely see yourself growing more comfortable in his presence as you spend more time with him. He covers his mouth with a hand. His fingertips pushed the corner of his lips down to hide a growing smile.

"You had me there." He bites his lips together to suppress his mouth into a thin line. He continues. "Have fun here." Before walking back to the court to do warm-ups. You are over the moon with the idea of Suna walking up to you after the players are done greeting you. It's like you both have your own separate world. Speaking in phrases and languages that only the two of you would make sense of.

Osamu squints his eyes at you as he observes you from a distance. He nudges his twin using his elbow.

"Don't you think it's weird?"

"What?" Atsumu furrows his eyebrows at him.

"That (y/n) decided to join the volleyball team?" Atsumu relaxes his eyebrows before pulling one up in interest. Osamu continues. "It usually takes her indecisive brain three working days before she can come up with a decision. Don't you think trying out to become our manager is too sudden?" Atsumu looks away, thinking to himself. His upper lips curl.

"Could it be to piss us off? Since we were pestering her about the soccer team?" Atsumu concludes, but Osamu shakes his head.

"No, I think it could be more than that."

"Like what?"

"I can't tell yet, but I'm sure something fueled her decision."

"I don't know, it could be someone." Atsumu casually shrugs. Osamu side-eyes him.

"What? I am as clueless as you. It's just a plain thought that crossed my mind." Atsumu walks back to the court as soon as the coach whistles to start warm-ups.

Osamu is eager to know the reason behind your choices. He was convinced by his hunch that you are motivated by something, or in Atsumu's words, someone. He could not observe you the entire time he was practicing with the team, but as soon as the break started, he made sure to watch your every move. So far, you were doing normal things managers often do. You give towels and water to the players, and you also make sure to take notes during the match.

The twins walk up to you, hands laid out as they ask for a bottle of water. Unlike how you treat the others, you puff out air and point to a box of drinking water using your chin.

"Get your water there and fill it up in that corner if you need more." You point at the water refilling station on one side of the gym. Astumu downturned his lips in annoyance.

"This is why you are not fit to become the manager of the team!" Atsumu increases his voice. A movement from your peripheral vision catches your attention. Suna is making his way to you. Suddenly, you're up on your feet. Osamu followed your eyes and sees the same man.

"I changed my mind. I'll go get it; wait here." You mutter, making Atsumu scoff. On the other hand, Osamu is busy looking back and forth from you and Suna. The dots are not connected yet, but something about your instant change in attitude piques his curiosity.

Not long after the break, the coach called for a three-on-three match. The twins play on the same side while Suna is left in the benches to rest and prepare for the next game. Osamu made sure to keep his focus on the game, but the idea from earlier kept bothering his head. You sit by the bench, watching the players play against each other. Suna is seated feet away from you, keenly looking at his hands and not paying attention to the current game. You wish he had chosen to sit next to you and not on the other side of the benches.

A player taps you by the shoulder, asking for a water refill. You gladly take it, not because you're in love with your job, but because taking the empty bottle and refilling it at the water station means you have to pass by Suna. You walk past him and subtly peer at his hands, where all his attention is poured out. A calloused skin dangles from the top-most middle part of his palm, and he's forcefully pulling it. As soon as you give the water bottle to the player, you take your handy nail cutter from your bag and rush to his side, squatting in front of him as you take his hands.

"You shouldn't do that." You run the pad of your thumb over the thick skin. He flinches, pulling his hand towards him.

"Does it hurt?" You look at him with raised eyebrows, but he falters his eyes away from you.

"No, it's just that-" He didn't finish his sentence. He didn't want you to see his calloused hands and be turned off by it. He turns his gaze back to you, the corners of his orbs softening as you narrow your eyes to the dangling skin. Osamu spots the two of you. His mouth falls on the floor when he sees Suna looking at you with endearing eyes. Suna leans his head to the side to get a better view of your face. His mouth unconsciously forms into a smile as he watches you busy yourself with his hands. Osamu's right eye twitches at the image he is seeing. You take the nail cutter to his hand and gently cut the excess skin. Suna lets out an airy laugh when you lock eyes with him. To Osamu, this isn't the Suna Rinatarou of the volleyball team. He has morphed into different specie, a gentle and kinder one.

"There. In that way, you won't hurt yourself." You shoot him an ear-to-ear smile and a hint of rose paints on the middle blocker's cheeks.

"what the actual fuck?" Osamu murmurs to himself, completely distracted from the game. The ball that Atsumu tosses for him lands on his head, making the blonde shout in infuriation.

"Stop dozing off, dumbass!" Atsumu scolds Osamu, but the latter is beyond shocked to have a working brain cell to come up with a retort.

After the incident Osamu saw, he can't rub out the disbelief on his face. Every time he looks at you, he can't help but picture the soft image of Suna looking at you like you're some piece of art. As a result, Osamu looks at you with a prominent scowl.

Not that he intended to shoot you glares.

"What?" You ask innocently, but Osamu shakes his head and whispers 'nothing' to himself.

Osamu decided he needed to walk this off. The event was too much for him to comprehend, so he needed time to dissect whatever happened back there. So, after practices, when everyone is busy packing their bags, he sneaks out of the gym for fresh air, but he hears shared giggles as he nears the exit.

"Can you believe he did that when he was five?" You chuckle loudly. A boy speaks.

"tsumu is a different breed."

Osamu peeks through the edge of the doorframe to get a glimpse of who you are talking to. And What he saw left him stunned again.

You're talking to Suna Rintarou.

No, scratch that.

You are giggling with Suna Rintarou.

You turn your head around when you think you heard footsteps.

"Why?" Suna asks.

"Nothing, I thought I heard someone," you reply. Osamu hides his body behind the doorframe before he decides to drop the stupid act and come up with a plan to talk to Atsumu.

~~~

Osamu didn't say a word about today's revelation. He waited for you to go to bed before he spoke with his twin. It could be a twin telepathy thing, but Atsumu kicked the top bunk bed when Osamu was about to bring it up.

"Oi, any leads?"

"Not sure. How about you?"

"hm." Atsumu hums in contemplation. "Still convinced she's testing our patience. You?"

"I think you're right. It could be caused by someone."

"huh?" the sound of the sheet rustling lets Osamu know that his twin is fully absorbed in the conversation.

"I think it's Rin."

"Rin?!" The double bunk bed slightly moves as Atsumu shifts and turns. "you mean Suna Rintarou?!"

"Lower down your voice but yes!" Osamu hushes him, afraid that you might hear their conversation from across the thin wall. He continues.

"I think (y/n) likes him."

"What?!" Atsumu sits up. "But Suna is a numb freak. He doesn't care about anything. (y/n) is setting her heart up for heartbreak."

"No, no. I think it's mutual."

"MUTUAL?!"

Osamu startles at the sight of his brother peeking through the railings of the upper bunk bed. The conversation had him standing upright in his matching pajamas.

"Stop repeating every word I say!" Osamu hisses.

"Are you sure?" Atsumu asks.

"Not really."

"Percentage?"

"90."

"Are you fucking kidding? That's as close as a fact!"

"But still, the 10 percent chance I'm wrong still stands."

"How did you come up with that?"

"I saw them flirting."

"FLIRTING?!"

"twice."

"TWICE?!"

"And I saw Rin blushed too."

"BLUSHED?!"

"I told you to stop repeating the words I say!" Osamu anchors his elbow to see his twin pacing back and forth in their bedroom.

"But this is too much information for me," Atsumu utters.

"Same."

For a minute, silence filled their room, but their thoughts were louder than the singing crickets outside. Astumu breaks the silence.

"So, does that mean Suna will be our brother-in-law?"

"What are you talking about?" Osamu shoots confused glares at his brother who is lost in his thoughts.

"They will have mini (y/n)s and sunas running in their home, and we have to look after them. Imagine their kids being as brutal and deadpan as them! The little midgets will always be tailing our asses, either about to burn the house down or kicking our shins in dismay." Atsumu's face crumples as his imagination take him twenty years from now.

"You're overthinking it. I only told you about the possibility of them having mutual feelings, but you already thinking about their married and family life."

Atsumu glances at Osamu with a worried face.

"Go to sleep, tsumu."

"But-"

"Tomorrow." Osamu cuts him off, and they both go to sleep.

~~~

A day has passed, and you're still the acting manager of the volleyball team. Your brothers are not here yet, so you take the time to practice with the players as you assist them.

"You're good at this, (y/n)!" Aran compliments your toss right after he made a successful spike.

"Thanks." Your cheeks round.

"Is this something that runs in the Miyas?" Aran asks as you toss him another ball.

"Probably." Suna appears out of nowhere, blocking Aran's spike. Your athletic instincts take over you as you immediately receive the ball before it hits the ground. Aran and Suna both had their eyes bulging at your movements.

"Woah! You can play!" Aran exclaims.

"Nice receive!" Suna joins in.

"Thanks." You look down, not meeting their gaze. Fortunately, Aran changes the topic.

"What could be one thing that you think you inherit from your brothers?" He questions, making you turn your head to him. No one has asked you this, but it's an interesting one.

"Start with Osamu," Aran says.

"Definitely his ability to articulate profanities." Aran chuckles.

"That's a good one." He continues. "Atsumu?"

"Hm." You hum before speaking. "Nothing."

"Why?"

"Because I would rather die than inherit something from him."

"Why would you say that!" Aran should be scolding you right now, but he finds your answers entertaining enough to not care about joining you in badmouthing your siblings.

"Because he acts like the head of the three of us just because he came out of our mother's womb a minute earlier than Samu! It sickens me!"

The topic of the conversation appears by the doorway.

"Having fun?" Atsumu sneers at you.

"Yes, and you two are late! I'm recording this in the attendance sheet!" You walk to the benches, ready to pull out a pen and a paper.

"You're unfair!" You hear Atsumu complain, but as your feet take you the benches your mind flies instantly. Your thoughts go back to the way Aran and Suna complimented your gameplay. You frown to yourself, pushing the unwanted thoughts.

Suna notices that you were oddly quiet and solemn the whole practice day. Even since the incident from earlier this afternoon, you would often shoot half-smiles to anyone who talks to you. Including Kita whom you fancy entertaining with your words. Suna couldn't confront you and ask you about it until the practice is over. When it is done, he wastes no time asking you.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He stands next to you as you fix your things inside your school bag.

"Nothing. Why?" You looked at him, but his eyes were deep and serious.

"Your lying. What happened?" He presses. You tear your eyes away from him, frowning to yourself. You give in. You know at some point he will eventually learn about it so there's no point in holding it back.

"I remembered something from the past." He waits for you to continue. "It's something about volleyball."

Suna sits at the bench next to your bag so he can see you from his perspective, even if you keep your head down. You continue, but your aura changes as you wear a fake smile on your face.

"You know, I used to be a libero back in middle school! Have I told you that?" You force out a laugh, but Suna doesn't buy it.

"That explains your receiving skills." Suna nods, and the smile on your face instantly vanishes.

"But our relatives keep on comparing my gameplay with my older brothers to the point I grew tired of it." You swallow before whispering.

"I used to love volleyball so much."

"That could be enough reason to come back and play again." Suna blurts out. You meet his gaze.

"You love it, so you'll do it again. Your relatives can fuck off." You let out a laugh. He continues. "No, seriously, when I saw you assist awhile ago, I saw you glow from excitement for the first time. You were in your element, and you were beautiful." Suna catches himself off guard by saying the last word. You both look away, nibbling on your bottom lips as your insides spin and turn in a weird way. Suna clears his throat.

"It's never too late." He shoots you a smile before leaving you alone with your thoughts. 

~~

The next day, you were the only one missing from the gym, and it worked perfectly for the plan Osamu curated. From the twins' perspective, Suna was obvious enough that he was looking for you. Eyes darting in different directions and checking you spot in the benches every so often. He was waiting for you to emerge from the doors and burst out in smiles.

"Watch me." Osamu nudges his twin.

"Oh, wow, I think (y/n) has finally made the right decision," Osamu roars, making sure Suna hears him. He quickly nudges Atsumu.

"Yeah, right." The blonde clears his throat. "I wonder where she could be?" Kita jots in by answering the twins, catching both off guard.

"She's at the women's volleyball tryout right now. I hope she gets in and plays for the team." Kita says shooting Atsumu a smile. Osamu's eyes were quick to notice the shift in Suna's expression.

"I bet the admirers will begin to line up for her just like what happened in middle school." Osamu fans the fire, enjoying the minor yet evident changes on Suna's face as the twins discusses the topic.

"She beats us with the number of fans." Atsumu chuckles. Afterward, shooting Osamu a knowing look. The twins knew they had Suna wrapped around their fingers as they watched him turn his back and walk away.

After a few games, the break started, and Suna chose to spend his free time outside the volleyball gym. The words of the Miya twins were bothering him the whole time. The bitterness in his tongue lingers as the vision of you entertaining other men flashes in his head. More so, it wasn't helpful when a bunch of boys passed by the volleyball gym.

"Have you seen her?"

"Who?"

"Miya (y/n). Her gameplay is extraordinary!"

"Yes! She's so hot, dude! I'd probably watch women's volleyball team matches for her."

The plastic bottle on Suna's grip crushes as he eavesdrops from the conversation. His eyebrows cross, and his lips curl in irk, letting the bitterness from his tongue spread across his whole mouth. He tosses the poor water bottle into the nearest trash outside the gym before storming inside, looking for the two men with who you share genetics.

He finds himself standing in front of the clueless twins. His fists curled in a ball.

"What do I have to do?" His tone is stern. Osamu raises an eyebrow in question, unable to pick up what the middle blocker meant.

"What are you talking about, Rin?"

"What do I have to do to get past you two and pursue your sister?" He repeats. Albeit, atsumu chokes halfway drinking his water. Aran and Kita look at Suna with wide eyes.

"I, uh-" Osamu was not prepared for this. He was only planning on pushing Suna by playing with his emotions, but this was never part of of his plan.

"I have a plan-" Atsumu wheezes, coughing out water. He raises one hand to gesture 'wait' as he attempts to recover from choking. And when he's done, he speaks. "I have a plan. It's the only way."

Suna rushed to the other volleyball gym of Inarizaki, hoping you were still there. The loud cheers from the audience blast from the inside. He can hear a unison call for your name. Suna enters the gym, and he sees you in a tacky numbered vest. You shoot a peace sign using your fingers to the cheering audience, making the crowd shout for your name once more. Running your hand through your hair as you carry yourself gracefully and with pride. Bending your knees, you wait for the ball to go over the net, and when it reaches you, you effortlessly take a dive and save the ball. No one can look are refined as you are when playing volleyball, Suna thought. You push yourself up as the players tap you at your back. You clad a grin on your face, not minding the dirt and small bruises forming on your knees. Suna can only think of one thing.

He's whipped.

"Oh." He pants. The twins followed him to the gym, and when the two saw him standing idly by the entrance, the twins pushed him inside.

"Do it." Atsumu whisper-scream.

A supervising officer whistles signaling the end of the game. The volleyball team members commends your gameplay, pouring out compliments every now and then. And when you turn your head, you lock gaze with him by instant. Your smile grows more expansive, and you take Suna by surprise as you jog to him.

It was the first time Suna sensed fright and panic without a presence of a threat. Only you with your flushed cheeks and dusted knees. You were catching your breath, but somehow, Suna was the one breathless. He watches you as you flutter your eyes close, noticing your lush lashes. And oh god. His eyes are in tunnel vision. You were the only thing he could see.

"(y/n)" He mutters.

"hm?" You hum happily, inching your ears near his lips so you could hear him over the cheering crowd.

"I like you," He whispers, biting his tongue as he watches you take his words in. You swear to heavens above that heard him right. Your lips are ajar, and your whole body heats up. Suna brings his mouth near to your ears once again, thinking you didn't hear him the first time.

"I like you a lot." It was real. You were not dreaming. He repeated the words to you and you had forgotten the basics of living. The cheering crowd has finally died down.

"It could be a selfish thought, but the idea of your strangers pursuing you made me feel things I wasn't familiar with. And it made realize something." he pulls back to get a complete view of your face. You hoId his eyes.

"I like you, I like being with you. I like spending time with you. I like the emotional rollercoaster I feel when I see you. You made me feel things." Suna admits, swallowing his pride.

"I-It's okay if you don't feel the same way." Suna trails on his words as he peers at your unmoving expression. "I came here to tell you-"

"Hold my hand." You cut him off.

"What?" His eyes are round and confused.

"I said, hold my hand." You laid out your hand in the space between the two of you. He simply puts his hand over your palm and curls his four fingers at the gap between your thumb and forefinger.

"Not like that, like this." You show him. You bring both of your hands up with the tip of your fingers pointing ceiling. You slowly spread your fingers, and he does the same before gradually letting your digits curl between his'. Hence, intertwining your hands. You use your joined hands to push yourself up on your toes. Your lips softly land on his cheeks into a short peck. You feel his body tenses at the sudden act you pulled. You bring your mouth to his ear, you whisper.

"I like you too."

a/n: IT'S DONE, IT'S OVER i wrote this for fucking six hours and it's a record holder. this amounts to two chapters of fics i usually write for but it's okay I'M OKAY im a bit hazy in the head but i'll get over it bc now im happy that i've done it. i hope you all enjoyed this total suna brainrot! as per usual rbs and likes are very much welcome, cheers ☆

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[mochi-marie]

hello! could i get some headcanons of atsumu, bokuto, iwa, and aone reacting to the reader (gn or male if you do male reader) dying their hair like a really light cotton candy pink? i saw someone else do this with different characters and i have had the urge to dye my hair ever since <\3

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 + 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ˎˊ˗

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲 :: i'm so sorry that this took so long to get to!! i've had this in my drafts for awhile now but it completely slipped my mind, apologies! anyways, i really liked this request, it's so cute!! 🥰🤩 also, peep the slightly new layout thingy-

𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 :: male reader

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 :: miya atsumu, bokuto kotaro, iwaizumi hajime, aone takanobu

⊰ 𝗠𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝗔𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗨 ⊱ 

♡ … seeing your hair such a light, cute color, his eyes will grow to match the large grin that is plastered onto his lips, so wide and full of surprise and adoration.

♡ … "you dyed yer hair?!" he'll exclaim, rushing forward to bring you into his arms, eyes glued to your cotton-candy pink hair. a slew of thrown-together compliments just seem to pour from his lips!

♡ … if you'd let him, he'd take pictures of you and your newly colored hair just to set as his lockscreen, or to have and hold on to.

♡ … if you say anything about matching, don't tempt him. I have no doubts in him agreeing to dye his hair a similar pink or pastel color just to match with his boyfriend!

♡ … if you're out shoppi ng with him and pass hair products, he'll start looking at the pink shades of hair dye not-so-discretely.

♡ … he'll pick it up and ask about your opinion, holding the colored box up to his hair with a grin on his lips, looking to you expectantly. "whaddya think? should a' do it?"

♡ … he just wants to match his adorable boyfriend, okay? let him live his dream of being a cutesy matching couple!

⊰ 𝗕𝗢𝗞𝗨𝗧𝗢 𝗞𝗢𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ⊱

♡ … bokuto is in awe immediately, looking at your cotton-candy pink hair with a giant smile on his lips and wonder and excitement in his eyes.

♡ … "WOAH!! you have pink hair?!" he's buzzing with wonder with a love-filled expression on his face, eyes drinking you in to eye your new, handsome look!

♡ … will most certainly brag to akaashi about how hot and handsome his boyfriend is, and how stunning you look with your new pink hair.

♡ … he already has pictures of you and your new hair to prove to akaashi how good you look, and his mouth will not stop running for days about how amazing your hair looks.

♡ … if you're okay with him touching your hair, he might pick up a habit of ruffling your pink hair and chuckling to himself while he does it, falling in love all over again with the look on your face and the feel of your hair against his palms.

♡ … if you ever dye your hair again, you better believe that if you do dye your hair at home, he'll ask to help and be apart of the process!

♡ … you may end up dying more of the shower, or the towel that was wrapped around your neck to prevent your body and shirt getting colored, but hey, it's the thought and excitement on his face that makes up for your newly colored towel!

⊰ 𝗜𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ⊱

♡ … takes a look at you, looks back to whatever he was doing, and has to do a double take. he wasn't expecting anything of the sort ( unless you're known to dye your hair often ) !

♡ … will look at your hair curiously, before a soft smile grows on his lips and he wraps an arm around your shoulders or waist, pulling you in and murmuring small, soft compliments that only you can hear!

♡ … he truly loves the color on you and thinks it is very fitting, and a smile always passes his face whenever someone mentions your hair, or when he sees you walking towards him.

♡ … if anyone ever gave you hate for your colored hair, you best believe that they'll be met with a protective and intimidating iwaizumi hajime!

♡ … will most certainly compliment a lot when you both are alone, soft wobbly smile on his face!

♡ … he'll compliment you in public as well, but his flushes a hot red as he presses a grumbly kiss to your forehead or to the crown of your head, nuzzling your pink hair softly.

♡ … he thinks it is absolutely adorable if you match your outfits to coincide with the color of your hair, and a wobbly grin will always rise to his face along with pink cheeks, despite oikawa's teasing about him being hopelessly in love!

⊰ 𝗔𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗕𝗨 ⊱

♡ … he looks over your hair curiously, and looks down to you with a look in his eyes that's begging to let you let him touch your new pink hair.

♡ … if you allow him, his hand will find the top of your head and tentatively pat at the pink softness, an unknown childish wonder flashing in his eyes.

♡ … it's so adorable to see the wobbly smile flash across his face every time he sees you and your pink hair!

♡ … it may take awhile for him to get used to though, especially if you both end up splitting somewhere in public -- he's looking around for you and your normal colored hair, momentarily forgetting you have the cute cotton-candy pink color now!

♡ … aone really likes to pet your candy-colored hair now, if you let him! there's just something about the color and how soft it looks that makes his hands itch to touch and play with it affectionately.

♡ … will get embarrassed if you tease him about his infatuation with your new colored hair!

♡ … you can sometimes catch him staring at your hair with this awed expression on his normally stoic face, watching his entire figure melt with love just staring at you!

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[girlfromflor]

atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader - part 2

wc: 2301 | tw: swear words, mentions of princess as a nickname for reader, but mostly is gn!reader | a/n: this is much longer than i expected

to say atsumu was whipped was an understatement. he was completely in love with you, absolutely unaware of everything else, no thoughts in his pretty head other than you, you, you. everyone could tell. he would always follow you around, even if it was just with his eyes. he would often offer to do whatever it was that you needed “do you need help?”, “don’t you want me to do that for you?”, “are you sure you don’t need anything?”. he would be the nicest guy ever with you, but totally rude with whoever tried to bug you – or hit on you for that matter. 

one day you were leaving class a bit late to practice and accidently bumped into an older boy on the way out. atsumu, who was waiting for you at the end of the hallway – as usual –, only watched, waiting to see if you would need any assistance. the guy was ready to throw a bitter remark, but before he even said anything you started “i’m sorry, you were standing in front of the door, there wasn’t much i could do”.

atsumu smiled, thinking he was so lucky you were so direct. he never really had any trouble reading your actions towards others – because when it came to you two he never really knew if he did understand right. but then he heard the dude’s reply, “couldn’t you at least ask for me to move? are you this disrespectful to your elders?” and his blood boiled. who was that guy to call you out like that? you didn’t react, though. with a blank expression, you talked very briefly and calmly, bothered that you had to prolong the dialogue when you should be heading to practice. “couldn’t you not stand in the way? and i am respectful to my elders, but only to the ones that deserve it, anyway.” and then you left, turned on your heels and went to astumu’s direction, knowing he would be there even if that meant he’d be late too.

“i should’ve told him that–” he started, face burning up at the way someone could feel so comfortable being a dick with an angel like you. but you stopped him, holding his wrist with your right hand only to hook your fingers in his bracelet – the one he never stopped using since the day he received it, the one you gave him. you both kept walking towards the gym, your fingers on his bracelet as you said “thank you, for waiting for me” with your face serene, something he doesn’t usually see. then he understood, that stupid guy was not worth stressing about. he replied with a small laugh, much more at ease now that you all but wiped his anger with just a simple gesture of gratitude. “sure. anytime, love.”

as for the days you guys were off school, he could not bear to have no news from you, so he often sent a message or two only to be sure nothing happened and that you were fine. but you were such a dry texter, frequently replying with hand emojis and abbreviated words. he often waited for you two to be together to tell you things he was excited about, that way he wouldn’t misunderstand your words. although, there was one day. one where he felt such an excruciating longing after spending what felt like weeks without seeing you – you had skipped friday classes and it was sunday already, which meant almost three days away from you and it was just too much. 

so he grabbed his phone, his lock screen wallpaper making him smile – a photo he took of you when you fell asleep at the bus on your way back home after winning a game – as he unlocked it and looked for your number in his contact list. as soon as he found it he clicked the call button, a much sincere “hi! i missed you, love” falling from his lips when he was greeted with your soft, low voice. you were caught off guard, not expecting him to be so blunt like this. you flustered and covered your face with your free hand, forgetting that he couldn’t see you, replying with a muttered “uh, i didn’t expect you to say it like that” as always a straightforward princess, he thought. but then you finished with “i missed you too, but we're gonna see each other tomorrow anyway, right?” 

he saw stars, your sentence hitting him so hard he had to take a deep breath to recompose himself. smiling ear to ear, eyes sparkling with this new found version of you, he tried to get more – always the eager one. “did you, huh? guess i can’t skip class now” he laughed at the teasing and you just braced yourself for what was to come, because you knew he wasn't finished “how could i ever deny that, especially now that i know you’ve been missing me, princess”.

you giggled, thinking he’s so endearing when he wants, always bringing you a much peaceful and warm feeling whenever he said things like that. you thought you could do what you always did – point out that he was too affectionate for no reason, maybe say “you would know everything about that, right?”. but you felt too good for that, the “anonymity” of the phone call giving you enough courage to say what you really wanted. your voice sounded much more like a whisper – but he was too focused to miss anything – when you said “you better. three days are enough, don’t really want to stay another day away from you”.

he could almost see the pout forming in your lips as you finished your sentence and he could not believe that you were acting lovingly towards him. why? does it mean you feel the same as he does? or were you just being polite? did you even know what that did to him? he wanted to stay in this moment forever, he wanted to hear you say it over and over again. god, it was so unfair. why’d you have to be so goddamn perfect? “why are you so perfect? i don't know how to deal with it”.

“welcome to the club, then” you whispered and atsumu was really starting to think the boys convinced you to prank him. you were even coping with his corniness. “could i be any other way? i have to get even with you somehow, right?” you blurted, mindlessly. and he lost it. he was way too down for you for this to be okay. he dropped dead in his bed, eyes glassy thinking about what that meant. what it all meant. “why do you do this to me?” he voiced out, sounding weak and in much need for a hug. but you’ve had enough, “why do you do the things you do to me? i don’t know if you know what it is, but it’s mutual, you know?” you said. sounding much more calmer than you actually were, you swore it was getting on your nerves. you knew it was time to be honest with him. you’ve been so infatuated with the boy but never managed to demonstrate just right.

after that, your call was just like any other conversation you guys had – except atsumu was extra happy this time. when you guys met the next day, he couldn’t hide his smile if his life depended on it. you guys talked like you always did, walked like you always did, but the feeling of fulfillment never left. and that made you think it was never not-romantic. you were never just friends, but how would it be now? it wasn’t until almost a whole month after your convo that you finally got your answer. 

afternoons at miya’s household were a very common, very nice thing between the inarizaki boys. they would often have sleepovers and game nights when there were no classes and everything was so light that time passed by almost too quickly. when you finally accepted to be part of the movie nights it was only because atsumu had tenderly caressed your face, asking very softly – very persuasively – for you to be there, he said he really needed you to go. so you went. knowing full well that he had taken advantage of a new found weakness of yours – his furrowed brows and pouting lips as he asks something to you and you could never deny his pretty pouting lips.

as you got there, atsumu greeted you with a tight hug before any of the boys could see you, thinking maybe you wouldn’t be too comfortable with pda – but mostly because he knew neither of you would hear the end of it. then he walked you in and as you took your shoes off you saw osamu standing by the couch offering his spot while waiting for you to join them. but you denied, a bit shy – which was atypical of you – as you walked past him and sat down the closest you could to atsumu. 

everyone eyed you two, atsumu could already feel his cheeks growing kind of hot as aran started “well, look at you getting comfy”. you gave him a tight lipped smile, surprisingly not feeling shy at all anymore as you replied bluntly “nothing wrong with that, right?” then you turned to atsumu, hand resting on his knee, voice just a bit softer than the first time you spoke, “right?”. he laughed, a truehearted sound and it melted you. for a moment you let go of any restraints, your eyes glued on his as he smiled at you. you felt your heart so warm, your body was floating at the sudden realization that he was just as translucent with his feeling as you were with your bluntness. his arms came to rest on your shoulders as his hand shoved your face on his chest, ruffling your hair lovingly “yeah. right, love”. you could only smile, feeling truthfully happy with the interaction and the boys decided to not comment on it, even as they saw the brush of atsumu’s lips on your forehead – a quick kiss being pressed there as he squeezed you lightly on his embrace – and your eyes sparkling, face just as calm and receptive, like they never saw before.

and that went pretty well for the night, you both on your own moment. sometimes making comments about the movie, sometimes complaining about the boys chit-chatting during it. but it came to an end and you had to go home. atsumu guided you to the front door, eyes dancing on your figure as he looked at you through his lashes and you knew something was about to come “thanks for coming, love. it was much nicer with you here, you know”. you nodded slowly, body swaying awkwardly as you asked “are you going to kiss me?”, your voice sincere and calm, your eyes low and your lips slightly pouting. 

atsumu thought he couldn’t be happier, finally having the opportunity to feel this close to you. finally able to see your true colors. “do you want that?” he asked, lips forming an inevitable smirk, eyes flicking to your lips quickly before returning to yours. you stopped mid-track, the butterflies in your stomach making you remember the very first time you felt this – when you first met atsumu. your mind was racing, your eyes failed to maintain eye contact and fell on his lips, coincidentally right when he decided to wet them a bit – which he often does when feeling nervous. you flustered even harder, nervously looking back at his eyes only to get lost again. you tried your hardest to remember what it was that he asked, but nothing came to mind and “huh?” was all that left your mouth. he absolutely adored you, growing excited by the minute he repeated with a smile “do you want it? a kiss?” and that’s all that took for you to snap back to the moment, you brows furrowing as you said “are you for real?” he tilted his head to the side, smiling harder. “yes…” you muttered, “i want a kiss”.

he slowly grabbed your waist, eyes never leaving yours as he felt your hands on his shoulders and then on his neck. it took a lifetime for him to touch your lips with his own, but when he did, time felt like it stopped totally. the kiss was soft, calm and reassuring, both of you putting all your feelings in it. when his tongue dragged on yours slowly you felt like there was no floor touching your feet. you got closer to him, fingers running through his locks as your chests pressed together. atsumu was losing his mind, a soft sound leaving him as he felt you reward all his actions and advances with only one kiss. and he would never forget it. the urge to squeeze your waist overcame him. he did just that, hand caressing your hip as you guys broke apart, panting from the lack of air.

“i wanted to do that for so long, love…” he said, his arms hugged your waist and you kept yours around his neck. “since we met.” you replied, his brows shooting up in confusion but you didn’t let him ask as you continued “i wanted to do that since we met…” and he embraced you even harder, with all he could. his mind blank with only you, you, you replaying over and over. he drowned in your scent, with his face in your neck he whispered “i don’t think i will ever have the strength to let you go” and you knew he wasn’t only talking about the hug you shared but it was okay, because you felt the same “i don’t think i will either”.

[girlfromflor]

okay, so i wrote a part two for atsumu and stoic!reader with like 1.2k words and i thought maybe it would be nice to end it with a third part.

any thoughts about that?

[girlfromflor]

Hey! I love love love loveeeeeee atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader! Are you gonna write a part 2 for it? 💜

oh god, i'm so glad you like ittt! i'm actually working on it, although i wasn't sure if anyone would read it lol

i will most definitely be posting a part 2, but i can't really tell when<33

update: i posted it, here's the link.

[girlfromflor]

My excuse for a masterlist!

atsumu and his infatuation with stoic!reader - part 1 | part 2

kageyama tobio + hair pulling

atsumu being nervous around reader