#atsumu hq

[hajiberry]

Your laugh rang out through the halls as he carried you to your shared bedroom. Collapsing onto the bed you both erupted into giggles.

“I’m so drunk”, you mumbled against his chest, inhaling in his scent.

“Me too”, as he looked down at you, you both started laughing again.

“Why are we even laughing?”, he just shrugged, trying to contain his laughter but failing miserably.

“I fucking love you”, he said, after your laughter died down. Looking at him, a small pout formed onto your lips.

“I love you”, as soon as the words left your mouth, tears started to well up in your eyes. His eyes widened before a small laugh escaped his mouth.

“Are you crying?”

“Don’t laugh”, shoving his shoulder, you glare at him.

“Sorry you’re just so cute”, rolling your eyes you tried not to smile at him.

“It’s just cause I’m drunk”, you mumbled, which earned a chuckle from the equally as drunk man beside you.

“Mhm”, shooting him another glare you leaned on your back looking up at your ceiling fan.

“If you had one more drink you’d be crying about how much you love me too”, you mumbled, closing your eyes, the sleepiness of being drunk hitting you. Smiling in your direction he leaned towards you, pressing a kiss to your lips, tasting like tequila and mint.

ATSUMU, kuroo, suga, bokuto, tanaka, tendou

[missmeinyourbones]

KARMA IS MY BOYFRIEND

cw: jealous reader, flirty atsumu, karma is my boyfriend!!!!!!! karma is the guy on the screen... coming straight home to me!!!!!! ;p karma is atsumu

The public restroom of today’s arena is surprisingly clean.

As MSBY tackles another opponent, you manage to excuse yourself for a moment amid the chaos. Atsumu is still shining on the court, but with his focus on the game and your stealthy escape skills, you know he doesn't notice—let alone mind—your brief absence.

In the tiny confines of the bathroom stall, you can’t help yourself from listening in to the intriguing conversation going on outside.

At first, it’s harmless. If anything, it reminds you of yourself a few years ago. Two girls (you imagine) giggling in front of the bathroom mirror, fixing their hair and retouching their makeup. They have a childlike excitement, one that overflows with the innocence of a fleeting crush. It’s comforting, listening to them blush and swoon over whoever has caught their eye. 

“The things I’d do to that man,” one voice dreamily sighs. 

Another is quick to chime in, “The things I wish he’d do to me.”

It’s refreshing in a way, listening to them yearn and sigh with one another’s encouragement. It reminds you of your own early stages with Atsumu—the ranting to your friends, the not knowing, the butterflies eating you alive from the inside out. You were once those girls, you get it. 

You just can’t help but wonder which player has caught their eye. Bokuto seems to be a fan favorite these days—his contagious energy overflowing throughout every stadium. Sakusa’s decently popular with the ladies too, despite his brooding facade. And Hinata oozes with charisma every time he’s on the screen, so—

“Did you see his last serve? I could think of a few other things he could do with his hands,” the second voice perks up again with a sultry tone. 

Your eyebrows furrow at the mention of the recent play and your suspicions are deemed correct when you bring yourself to exit the stall. 

You see them—two younger girls, decked out head to toe in MSBY merch and proudly sporting none other than your boyfriend's number on their backs. 

They pay no attention to you as you join them by the sink, not knowing who you are, let alone the relationship you hold with the man of their dreams.

“I swear he looked at me the last set,” one of them fans herself in dramatics. 

“You think we can meet him if we linger around the stadium for a bit after his match?”

The latter nods, taking one last once over of her appearance before the two of them make their way back through the door and out to the stands. 

“Tabloids say he’s a huge flirt, so I’m sure he’ll be looking for something—or someone—to do later.”  

The door swings shut and while you’re now alone in the squeaky clean bathroom, you can’t help the dirty jealousy that wrings your aching core. It’s silly. You know it’s silly to be feeling this way, this insecure over something as foolish as locker room talk from someone who doesn't even know Atsumu. 

But that insecurity eats you alive, it festers inside of you like an invasive species. Growing as it feasts on your lingering anxiety—it’s easy to work yourself up over such a nonsensical conversation.

Washing your hands and returning to the court, you can only try so hard to swallow back that ugly feeling and put on your bravest face. 

When you return, the next set is just coming to an end. You watch Atsumu converse with his teammates, nodding in approval before directing his attention to the sidelines. 

He immediately smirks when he catches your eye. Trotting over to the bench, he grabs his water bottle to take a few hefty swigs. With a mouth full of water, he eagerly makes his way over to you. 

“Hey, baby,” he coos, still slightly out of breath, “where’d you run off to?”

You can’t help but smile at the question before responding, “Bathroom.”

Atsumu nods as he cautiously takes in your expression. “Havin’ fun so far?” he beams.

Your cheeks flush a bit at his charm, but you bite your tongue in fear of egging on his already giant ego. You soak in his genuine curiosity before muttering a tiny praise of “You’re killing it out there.”

His tongue skims the point of his canine when he laughs smugly at the compliment.

“Keep being nice t’me and m’gonna start thinking you have a crush on me.”

Your boyfriend’s tease has your kissing your teeth. “Never,” you sarcastically scoff. 

He uses his jersey to wipe the small beads of sweat forming above his lip, exposing the toned muscles of his abdomen and the way it flexes at the simple action. And you swear it’s not your imagination when you hear two surprised gasps echo from behind you. It burns your chests like a lit match.

On the other hand, Atsumu couldn't care less, eyes never leaving yours as he still catches his breath. 

He takes another swig from his water bottle, “What’re we havin’ for dinner tonight?”

Though it’s silly, you’re grateful for his random question. It's genuine, it carries a kind of raw domesticity that those women in the bathroom could never take away from you. 

You roll your eyes at the question, before nodding to the court. 

“Focus on the game, and then we’ll talk,” you hum in amusement. 

Your hand rises to fix the stray hairs damp with sweat spread on his forehead. Atsumu’s eyes flicker closed at your soft touch, one that’s gone far sooner than he’d like, before you're pulling your hand back to your side. 

But he catches your wrist before you can fully retreat. Maintaining eye contact, Atsumu places a gentle kiss to your wrist before mumbling against the skin. 

“Doesn’t matter,” he assures, sucking a bit on where his lips dance along the bone, “I’m only concerned about what’s for dessert, anyways.”

With a swatting hand and blushing cheeks, you fluster as Atsumu returns to the court with a proud smirk and a special glimmer in his eye. 

And it’s in this moment that you realize—people can say whatever they want, because, at the end of the day, Atsumu is always going home with you.

[heartreid]

gamer!atsumu who livestreams a lot and one time he's so focused while playing his game that he forgets he's streaming when you, his roommate, walks in and brings him a snack, ‘tsumu says "thanks babe" and kisses you on the cheek before turning back to the computer and slowly realising with horror what he's just done especially when he's spent the past year convincing his subscribers that you are just his roommate and friend and nothing more. it definitely doesn’t make him feel better when he can hear kiyoomi’s snickering through his headset

[mochisdoll]

You must be out of your mind

Feat. Atsumu

I think this counts as my first hurt/comfort

“When are ya gonna take him back? He’s goin crazy without you.”

You looked over at Osamu slowly. “Why would I even want to talk to him? I want him crawling back to me on his knees.”

The two of you sat at the bar of Onigiri Miya. You had just finished cleaning up the shop for the night and had sat down for beers. You worked for Osamu whenever you were in town for extra cash.

“You know that will be hard for him.” He sighed. The two of you bickered often, but it had never gotten to the point of breaking up, until now.

“If he thinks he can just press rewind on our relationship, he must be out of his mind. He’s gonna beg, or else he’s not getting me back.”

“It’s been three weeks.” Osamu pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Exactly! He expects me to cave! He thinks I’ll run to him. He thinks I’m just enamored with him and he can do no wrong. But that’s not true.” You scoffed and look away. Your voice softened when you spoke again. “He thinks I’m crazy about him, but he hasn’t given me much reason to be. He doesn’t give me much proof that he cares. Even if I know he does, I don’t feel it. So in order for him to prove his feelings that he claims he has, he has to be the one to come to me.”

Osamu just listened quietly as you spoke. “I understand, but… no, I get it. He’s an ass who takes things for granted. He’s just going to have to get over himself.”

“Thank you. You can go ahead and go home now. I’ll finish closing, you worked yourself to the bone.” You said, collecting your empty beer bottles.

“Normally, I’d put up a fight and help but I’m dead tired. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Osamu gave you a wave over his shoulder and left.

You took your time closing up the shop, making sure everything was in order before you stepped out the door and locked it. But right after you opened the door you were met with the face of a very out of breath blond Miya.

“What do you want, Miya.” You said as you locked the door.

He winced at the sound of his surname but continued on anyways. “Samu told me what ya said.”

“Loosed lipped lightweight.” You muttered. Before he continued.

“I know I’m hard ta deal with, but I’m sorry that I haven’t made you feel loved.” He spoke so earnestly, staring into your eyes like he was searching for something in them. He reached your hands, rubbing his thumb over the back of them.

“It’s not that.” Oh god you were starting to tear up. “I just feel you’re scared of something, like you’re holding back, like you think you’re too cool to love me.” Now you were actually crying.

He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s not it! I just haven’t dated anyone this long, and afraid that if I get too intense, I’ll scare you away.”

“I want your intensity. I love you for it. I love how you put your all into everything.” You told him, pulling away to look into his love.

Now your teary eyed expression was really getting to him, and be began to tear up as well. “I love you, and I miss ya so much. I’m going crazy.”

You sniffle and smile. “I love you too. And miss you too.” You dive in for another embrace. “Take me home tonight?”

“Yer crazy if you think you’re getting away from me ever again. You said you wanted my intensity, well you’re getting it. The full force of my love.”

[higasugar]

Black Jackals

Sakusa Kiyoomi & Miya Atsumu

[haikyuofficialart]

Team A - Miya Atsumu - MSBY Black Jackal / Setter

[assjuice4ever]

Letter to the lost

Atsumu x reader, sex, sad, anger, angst, hurt

Part 2/ Part 3/ Part 4

***

Chap 3: Drunk with you

I want to talk to you, with you

It was a Monday.

The air was cold, biting your hand because you had to wear mittens. Your fingers were red and a little bit swollen by the cold.

You weren't sure you liked what you were wearing, jeans and a turtleneck sweater. It didn't feel like enough.

At the same time you were angry, Atsumu was twenty minutes let, well, you arrived ten minutes late but he didn't know that and he was coming with his car while you had come with your bike, just because you didn't want to make him come at your house and get you.

Something in the back of your mind was telling you that he should have proposed to come and get you anyway instead of letting you go in the middle of the night with your bike, even if you weren't so far from home. He liked you, so he shouldn't mind doing that for you, to be with you. At the same time you could justify him not coming to get you.

He arrived twenty-five minutes late, just in time for the bonfire.

He said that training and helping his mother with the bank app kept him late and he looked so sorry that you didn't feel like saying anything about it.

It was peaceful, being near the fire with him, drinking hot cocoa and resting your head on his chest to watch the tallest flame, the smoke and the red embers.

When the fire stoped and everybody started to go home he took your hand to walk a bit around the village with you.

You two ended at the playground, with the sole of the shoes full of dirt and mud. You two played a bit with the training machine that were there, like the gymnastic rings, where you couldn't even pull yourself up and Atsumu started to show off. You started to walk on an elevated patch, with enough space just for one foot at the time. Atsumu took your hand to not let you fall for the twenty centimetres that separated you to the ground.

You laughed, putting your hands on his shoulder and telling him that for one time you were the tall one and he was the little one.

-Oh yeah?- He asked smiling before picking you app by the legs, laughing while you let out a little scream of surprise.

He didn't let you go until you kissed him.

After that you two started to kiss on a bench, talking a bit about everything and then kissing again.

His hands went under you turtleneck with the cold hair and you had to make him stop to not die from the cold, he pouted about it.

That night was one of the few night where it was him the one to ask you to stay a bit longer.

***

You left me a week ago.

I cut my hair, I don't think you would like too much this cut.

I still miss you.

I'm angry. I think I'm angry because you didn't tell me that you had doubt, that you were starting to feel less for me. I would have liked to talk, to make things better. I wanted to be with you forever.

When I think about us I just remember a lot of beautiful and special moments, I don't get why or how you started to feel different.

I still want you back.

I know you won't come back to me.

Honestly, a part of me hopes that when you'll find another one, she won't hold you tight like I did, she won't listen to you like I did.

I would like if at least one bit of you realized how much I cared and that you won't find somebody like me again.

I know it won't happen.

[starreo]

multi-character drabble.

includes the seven minutes in heaven trope, breeding, words like slut, stupid, dumb, idiot, and adult themes so, mdni.

his cum is already dripping down your shivering legs, hasn't it been past seven minutes anyway?

ah, who cares right now? being bred by this large man, was more important than anything else. his hot cum still being plunged into you as he thrusts in a few more times, for good measure. "a-ah, no! 'm still sensitive-aah!" he scoffed, this time, dragging your waist down to his pelvis as you grabbed the shelf to support you again.

"y'er such a slut, b-being so g-goddamn loud for no reason," he muttered, staring at the mixed orgasm oozing out of your cunt. 'ts your fault! you wanted to say, but all you could do was gasp and whine as he suddenly took his cock out and quickly replaced it with his fingers. his breath shaking as he stuffed his cum back inside of you, was he trying to get you pregnant?

"y'er so dumb, y/n...s-stupid girl." he groaned as you grinded back into him, making his cock slowly stand up again..."wan' you...p-please..."your grip still solid on the shelves. "k-keep g-getting y'erself in t-trouble, mmph-then complain 'bout it, idiot." he whispered, shushing you, as his cock slipped in with ease, your loud whimpers and moans echoing in the little store room.

"your pussy feels so warm 'n, snug, aah-i, jus' wanna be here forever,."

toji, bakugo, nagi, barou, atsumu, eren, wc!kunigami, gojo, uni au!sukuna, suna + your favs <3

© starreo 2023. do not copy, translate or repost .

[sir-kuroo]

𖦹 f!reader, just rough unprotected sex

HE HURT HIMSELF while playing volleyball again and just like the usual, you kissed his wound before keeping the medicine kit. "This hurts too," he whined and you gulped when he brought your hand over the huge bulge of his gray sweatpants, dragging it along his waistband, which you didn't hesitate to pull down. Your eyes widened as his erect cock popped upright. Your tongue reflexively moistened your lips at the delicious sight of it.

"Would you give it a kiss too?" He whispered under a sleazy grin.

"Which lips do you want?" You breathed out and you surely saw him get a tad bigger.

He ran his curled finger over your lips and you anticipated sucking it, but he pulled away.

"Is this one ready?" He asked while the tip of his fingers rubbed your pussy over your panties like he's squeezing the juice out of you. "Fuck..." He hissed, seeing how quickly he made you feel aroused. "Just the sight of my cock and you're this wet."

"P-Please..." You begged as you rolled your hips against his touch.

He groaned in return unable to hold back any longer. Positioning yourself over his lap, he set aside your panties and aligned his cock on your entrance. Without hesitations, he pushed his hips upwards, penetrating you deep.

You moaned and he grunted. He didn't bother taking it slow and he slammed with endless speed, making you wrap your arms around his strong body. "W-Wait! Wait! I can't...take it!" You pleaded but he didn't budge, instead he got both of his palms on the surface of the bed, pushing himself up and down against you and showing you who's in control. You felt your inside heating up as his dick felt like tearing you apart yet it felt so good you're about to lose your mind. Your head swung back not bearing the intensity and soon, you let go of your hold of him, your back falling in bed. He hovered you, not letting go. With such force, he rammed into you finishing himself. You convulsed, cumming hard around him at the same time.

You both caught your breaths and he placed gentle kisses on your temple. "Does this hurt?" He asked, tenderly touching your pussy. "Do I have to give it a kiss?" He whispered and you knew you couldn't stop him. Your head started spiraling when he sucked you in, bringing you back in bliss again probably for the entire night.

—♡ kuroo, bokuto, oikawa, atsumu, lev, osamu, iwaizumi, ushijima, terushima, daichi, hirugami

[reineydraws]

i googled twin tshirts for these clowns' birthday and found a funny set 😂

sending a good hbd to my fave fictional twins 🎂🎂🎂

[hajiberry]

all you heard were hushed voices and the creak of the door as it slid open. your pounding headache prevented you from lifting your head to assess who was waking you up way before you planned to be up. but you didn’t have to wonder for long because two seconds later two pairs of eyes were staring down at you.

“have fun last night?”, your amused husband asked, you could see him fighting the urge to laugh at how obviously hungover you were.

you just groaned in response, not having it in you to form a coherent response.

“hm, that’s what i thought”, he replied leaning down to press a kiss on your forward and lay your three year old next to you. “i’m going to go get mommy breakfast. Can you lay here and keep her company?”, out of the corner of your eye you saw the enthusiastic nod your child gave his dad. your husbands eyes were reverted back to you as he gave you an amused smile before telling you, “i’m going to go get you breakfast and coffee and then i would love for you to explain the video i received of you last night”, your eyes widened at his statement.

“what video?”, you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

“don’t worry, i saved it”, he said before kissing your forehead again and walking towards the door. leaving you to be cuddled by your toddler.

KUROO, atsumu, iwaizumi, tendou, suga

[missmeinyourbones]

if the chara and trope thing is still open ... for a lil thing

can i maaaaaybe ask for a lil thing w atsumu and mutual pining or idiots to lovers LOL

send in a character + trope for a blurb

...

“oh my god, look at your hair!”

atsumu’s gaze follows your finger to where it eagerly points at a photo in your old school yearbook. after visiting his childhood home and finding the artifact practically shoved under his mattress, the two of you have spent the last hour giggling at all of the embarrassing old pictures from your teenage years. 

he scoffs at the humor laced in your voice, the one that’s poking fun at his messy dark brown mop from middle school. 

“oh please, that’s ‘samu,” he deflects. 

but growing up with the pair, you know better. he can’t fool you that easily. 

“no it's not,” you scold before cooing back at the little ‘tsumu in the picture, “look how cute you look.”

and at the compliment, atsumu directs his attention back to the book, turning it slightly his way to get a better look at the photo. “cute? lemme see that, oh yeah, that’s me. definitely me.”

a light slap is felt against his shoulder and god, he wants you to touch him again. you'd think he would’ve gotten over this by now—the giddy high he gets every time your skin brushes against his. but here he is, grown and successful and yet still putty in your soft, unknowing hands.  

he points to a candid photograph of you in the cafeteria.

“you always wore those stupid shoes,” he notes, eyeing the big clunky white sneakers that made you about three inches taller. he remembers liking how they made you eye level with him.

you hum, remembering how you’d practically worn the pair into the ground. “they were it back then.”

atsumu looks in the background of the photo to find his younger self sitting a few rows behind you, and while hidden by the camera’s blur, he knows he’s looking at you. he’s always looking at you, stupid shoes or not. 

“can i tell you a secret?” he almost whispers, and it’s unsettling how out of character it is for him. 

with a nervous laugh, you nod. atsumu smiles to himself before returning his attention back to the photo. 

“i had the biggest crush on you in high school.”

you snort, and while it's not the exact reaction he wanted, you’re smiling so he’ll take it. 

“yeah right,” you don't believe his confession for a second so he whines. 

“m’serious.”

and at his sincerity, your laughter fades and your eyes grow like saucers in disbelief. you’re looking at him like he has three heads, like he’s fourteen again and has that atrocious haircut back on his head.

“you’re lying,” you try to call his bluff, but his smile grows even wider. 

“imma lot of things,” he shakes his head at your amusement, “but a liar isn’t one of ‘em.”

“you had a crush on me?”

he watches as excitement slowly brews in your veins while you practically bounce with the need to know more. 

“the biggest crush,” he corrects with a knowing finger in your face. you swat it away as your tongue prods against your cheek in a grin. 

“so you're telling me that i could’ve bagged the atsumu miya.”

you still can, his heart aches. you always can. because it's the truth. he could be halfway across the world doing god knows what with god knows who, and he’d come home to you in a second if you so much as asked. 

but he can’t say that, because you're his friend. so he does what he does best, and he deflects.

“m’just saying! you were funny and pretty,” his voice drifts as the sentence goes on, and you’d think he was being sincere if he didn't suddenly perk up with a sarcastic, “and you gave me your homework sometimes.”

your eyes fall to the way his cupid’s bow bobs as he laughs. it makes you feel sixteen again, having a crush on your best friend and wanting to kiss the smug smile off of his stupid face.

but you can't, because he’s your friend. so you bite your tongue and passively let the moment falter. 

“yeah,” you scoff, “i’m the reason you passed geometry.” 

“and look at me now,” his head plops onto your shoulder in pride, “a genius.”

your eyes fall back on the photo. atsumu doesn't know if you see him in the background, but he hopes you feel him, hopes you know he was there. 

“i never would’ve known,” you whisper carefully. “i mean, you act the same way now that you did back then.”

exactly, atsumu wants to scream, because i still want you. i’m always going to want you. 

he can practically feel the weight of the words balancing on the tip of his tongue. he can say them, he’s sure of it. he's older now—stronger, more mature, and actually capable of being a man worthy of you. 

he opens his mouth to speak, and just as he does, your head turns and your eyes meet his. and feeling like the little boy in the picture, atsumu cowers. 

“maybe i should add acting to my long list of talents.”

[heartreid]

— atsumu can't stand a tease 

there's no particular reason as to why you've decided to be annoying tonight, you just wanted to be as insufferable as your boyfriend can be for once. his arms are wrapped around your waist, firmly pinning you to his chest as you both lay in bed. the duvet clings to the edge of the bed, forgotten, after being thrown off in the process of your tussle.

you’ve refused to kiss him tonight. every time he leans in you pull away, a smirk painted on your lips making him even more crazy to kiss you. but now that you think about it maybe there is a reason to your behaviour. the butterflies in your stomach a clear sign as he looks up at you with evident frustration. 

he removes one of his arms from around you to instead hold onto your chin “come on angel, you can't refuse me a kiss.” and he's right, you can't, but you'll never give in so easily. your eyes drift to the corner of the room, completely ignoring him and that's when you feel the hand on your face tighten.

“being so mean and for what reason? look at me” his eyes hold a small fire in them, an intensity you hope never dies out for the rest of your lives. not a second after you do as he says, his lips are on yours. 

he kisses you so urgently as though you'd never done this before, only pulling away with swollen flushed lips then the need for air becomes too overwhelming. you remain pulled against him, breathing heavily, “do that again.” he smiles teasingly “gonna think twice about giving me what I want, huh?”

[hqkalon]

something about getting degraded, yet praised at the same will forever be hot.

he has your legs pressed against your chest, amused by the way your pussy takes him so well. his fingers wrapped around your thin throat while maintaining eye contact, almost humiliated by how dumb he has you on his cock, babbling nonsense as he strokes that sensitive spot inside you making you whine in response. “that’s a good girl, taking my cock like an obedient little slut.” he groaned, thrusting deeper inside you. “o-oh my god!” a moan fell from your lips, mouth almost slacked as he pounded into you. “yeah baby?” he teased, before leaning down to cup the buttom of your jaw, forcing your gaze within his direction. “eyes on me as I fuck this pretty pussy.” he hissed, making you clench around his length. you felt so full, it was almost hard to create coherent words. “nghh s’so much!” you whined, hesitating direct eye contact as his lips curled into a frown.

“that’s it angel, keep looking at me that.” his breathy coaxed with lust as your tummy swirled with pleasure, feeling as though you were holding in an approaching orgasm. “p-please!” your soft hands grabbed at his wrist, rocking back and forth with each connecting thrust. “use your words.” his voice deepened as his dick slowly slid out of your wet hole, coated with wet opaque— clenching around nothing, but air. “please let m— nghh!!” a moan pierced through your sentence as your eyes widened. “words.” his tone urged, pounding into your cunt. “cum. gonna. cum!” you cried as your tummy caved in, feeling hot waves wash over your body as bundled nerves exploded within your core. “good girl.” his eyes darkened as he continued stroking your sweet spot. “let’s see how many times a filthy cunny can cum.”

[semifilms]

doing that silly little lipstick tiktok trend to the song “k.” by cigarettes after sex with them. when you pan the camera to him wiping away your smudged lipstick and he’s just staring at you with so much adoration and a little smile on his lips—face covered in kiss marks. which causes you to smile hard at the sight. once the audio cuts off and the video stops you turn to him, “see that was fun wasn’t it?” and he’s completely zoned or now just staring at your lips—his slightly parted. you know exactly what he wants now and you wouldn’t hesitate to lean in to lock your lips with his. once you pull out of the kiss he’s cheesing and is all, “if there’s ever anymore trends like that don’t even ask me, i’ll do it no questions asked.”

ATSUMU, SEMI, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kuroo, BOKUTO, konoha, ARAN, SUNA, hinata, SUGAWARA, daichi, TANAKA, NOYA, kyotani, TERUSHIMA, aone, tendo,

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[lanirawhoney]

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