#hoshiumi and the many things he has to put up with

[spacejammie-eimmajecaps]

Kageyama, in the Adlers locker room: I heard your boyfriend is some kind of chocolate chef now

Ushijima: yes, that's right, his job title is chocolatier

Kageyama: must be cool having a boyfriend who knows how to make chocolate

Ushijima: it is, he often makes things inspired by me

Kageyama: like what?

Ushijima pulls out his phone and shows off this picture:

Kageyama, feeling a bit jealous because Hinata never does things like that for him: is that something he sells at his shop?

Ushijima, looking at the picture fondly: no, he was actually reprimanded over this, but he ate it himself so that it wouldn't go to waste

And then Hoshiumi, who was only half listening and is now curious enough to come look at the photo, ends up spitting his drink out and wondering how he ended up on a team with these guys

[dira333]

love is in the small things

Asahi’s hand is always so big around yours. You remember when you shook it the first time, back when you were almost afraid of not getting back your fingers after the introduction. But you don’t know how it happened, but you’ve learned that he’s just as gentle as he’s tall. He holds your hand when you cross the streets, places cute little apple bunnies in your bento box and has more than once tied your shoelaces for you. 

He’s quick to compliment you and even quicker to blush when you compliment him. He never asks for it but when you sit up in bed to braid his hair or curl around him in the middle of the night in a poor attempt to spoon his giant frame, he falls a little deeper every time.

Kuroo likes to help people just as much as tends to push them away. He’s a master provocator and more often than not he goes a bit too far. 

“Shouldn’t have said that, huh?” Is slowly becoming your catch phrase while “Could you?” becomes extinct in your vocabulary. Kuroo is always on the look out on what needs to be done until he crashes from too many points on his to do list.

You take over his calender, make sure there’s a spot for date night every week, for Kenma and other friends - Tsukki needs to be put in place somehow - and plan a trip to the beach without him catching up. He throws you into the water twice and admits shyly that that was just what he needed when the two of you get back to the city.

Everything is a contest with Hoshiumi. Who gets out of bed earlier? Who’s faster at doing the dishes? Who’s better at stealing surprise kisses? 

He hates loosing just as much as you love inventing new games to play. 

“Bet you can’t get all the items on my shopping list before I get the car through the wash?” or “I bet you can’t massage feet. That’s just not a skill that you possess.” He’s always eager to prove you wrong. 

With every year spent together you find more enjoyment in the quiet times too. Give it two more years and he’ll eventually start counting who can stay in bed longer.

Did I forget someone? Let me know

[haikyu-after-dark]

Korai Hoshiumi x Tall, Chubby Fem! Reader (she/her pronouns)

***reader has some identifying characteristics like glasses, hair, sexual orientation (she is attracted to men)

Warnings: swearing, mentions of being fetishized (not by Korai), Korai being horny, male masturbation

Word count: 2k~ honestly idk anymore

A/N: I’ll literally die on the hill that Korai is into tall, chubby girls 😌 if you’d like to be added to the tag list, please feel free to comment!!

Previous chapter here, next chapter here

7:15pm, Tuesday Night

“Korai you idiot!” he grumbled to himself, shutting the door, and locking it while lightly banging his head against the back. Letting out along-exasperated sigh as he turned, letting his bag fall to the ground and placing his hands on his hips. He was never going to get anywhere with you at the rate this was going. He could barely say more than a few words to you since he had first seen you a few months ago. When he first ran into you, he had not idea you were his neighbor. He had honestly thought you were a guest, noting how stylish and put together you were. Having just moved in, he hadn’t seen many of his neighbors yet but surely someone as stunning and gorgeous as you couldn’t possibly live here. Not that these apartments were rundown by any means. They just weren’t regal or uptown like he would expect someone who dressed in designer labels to live.

It wasn’t until you had come home late one night and he heard stumbling outside that he went to investigate. Korai learned two things that night. The first was that you were absolutely adorable when you were drunk and the second was that you were possibly the most gorgeous woman he had ever laid eyes on.

“What the hell?” He groaned to himself after he heard a loud crash coming from outside his apartment. He stood up, moving quickly through the living room to his front door. He was a little agitated that someone would be so loud at such a late hour. To be fair it wasn’t extremely late, but for a pro athlete whose training days often started at 6am, 10:30pm on a Thursday night was late.

He checked the peep hole of his door, noting nothing peculiar. Sometimes his neighbors had guests or the building made weird noises, not an uncommon occurrence on either fronts. A sudden flash of hair caught his attention as he heard someone murmur “shit” followed by the jingling of keys. He unlocked his door, peeking his head out and looking down the hallway. He was greeted by the gorgeous sight of you, bending over as you tried to get your keys inserted into the lock. You seemed to be struggling, your body bent at a 90 degree angle as you tried to locate the keyhole. He watched for a minute, noting your short red dress and gold heels which greatly accentuated your stunning form. He could tell you were tall without the heels, your legs stretching for miles. Your hair cascaded down your shoulders as you bent down, dropping your keys and squatting to retrieve them. His eyes widened as he gulped, seeing your dress ride further up your lush thighs. Your skin glowed, looking immaculate and smooth. What he wouldn’t give to gripe those thighs. Shaking his head, he snapped from his lusty day dream. Damn it had been way too long since he’d gotten laid.

“Hey umm do you need help?” He asked you causing you to jumped slightly, hand coving your chest as your wide beautiful eyes met his.

“Oh my gosh you scared me!” You laughed, his eyes scanned your stunning figure all dolled up and looking like a literally angel sent from heaven.

“I’m sorry miss but I uh heard you and I wanted to make sure your ok?” He said as your eyes widened again, this time in embarrassment.

“Oh I’m so sorry sir! I didn’t mean to wake you! I lost my contact lenses so I’m struggling to see but I’ll be fine!” You said, squinting in his direction as he chuckled a little, “I also had a little more to drink than I normally would so the odds really aren’t in my favor.”

“Here let me help you,” he said coming closer, immediately taken by your beautiful face as you blushed at his proximity. Your soft features and beautiful eyes captivating him at first glance. He couldn’t help but stare as you as wordlessly handed him the keys and braced yourself on the doorframe, unstrapping your heels as you moaned from the feeling of your bare feel hitting the carpeted floors. The moan went straight to his dick as he tried to even his breathing out. “Not now, don’t pop a boner now,” he repeated in his mind over and over as you continued.

“God I hate these things,” you exclaimed as he continued to stare at you, entranced by how sexy and beautiful you looked. He watched as you bent over, unstrapping her second heel as your dress rid up your legs, revealing a tiny bit of ass cheek. He looked away immediately, trying hard to focus on his task at hand. He could feel his cock twitch again at the sight, noting tonight how he would definitely need to relieve some of this tension. He couldn’t help but imagine you, on you knees for him, sucking him off while he pulled you into your apartment. He was sure you’d be fantastic at giving head, imagining your lush lips and big eyes locking with him as he fisted your hair. Imagining how he would rather rip your dress to shreds rather than waste the precious few seconds it would take to get you naked. He was sure you’d be just the perfect height to thrust his dick into, pushing you over your countertop or couch. What the hell was he doing? You were a complete stranger, a gorgeous one but still he had no idea if you were single or even into men at all! The second heel dropped as his thoughts snapped back to reality as he placed the correct key in the door.

He unlocked the door handing you back your keys and smiling. “There you go,” he nodded as you smiled awkwardly back at him.

“Hey thanks! I really appreciate it neighbor!” You said, opening your door and heading in as he turned to leave.

“Have a good night,” he added as you nodded, muttering something along the lines of “you too” and closed the door.

After that day, he became borderline obsessed with knowing more about you. He saw your name on the intercom outside and decided to Google you. That’s when he learned you were a model and a popular one at that. He saw your face on the cover of magazines, on posh websites, even on the runway of a few high-end fashion shows. He found your Instagram and began checking daily for updates. He had never found the need to create a fake account but the idea that you would see him thirsting over you made him feel strange. He didn’t want you to think he was weird, but he also wanted to keep up on your daily postings. He was infatuated by you and he couldn’t stop himself from seeking you out.

He’d see the usual ad and red-carpet posts but his absolute favorites where when you posted yourself doing the most mundane things like drinking coffee or doing yoga. He’d often find himself scrolling through your posts a few times a day, noting you posted upwards of four times a day. He watched all your stories, loving when you’d film yourself walking or just sitting in a makeup chair. He learned as much as he could, trying to convince himself he wasn’t being creepy. He read your online interviews, watched a few short clips of your shows and even found a short documentary about the world of modeling in which you had been featured. He enjoyed seeing the more casual side of you, noticing that you often preferred comfy clothes to the expensive dresses and swimwear you often modeled in. He adored seeing you in leggings and an oversized sweater. How you’d often wear slippers, socks or even no shoes at all when you’d walk by his apartment to dispose of garbage. He’d never admit how he’d hear your door open and close and how he’d race to his peep hole just for a glance, your hair messy as you rocked out with your AirPods Max on, not a care in the world.

That being said, one thing always lingered in the back of his mind. He constantly wondered if there was a lucky bastard who was fortunate enough to call you his. He had found out that you were into men from an interview, mentally thanking whatever god was responsible for that. He was fairly convinced you were single, not having seen any sign of a significant other in your posts or anywhere online. You’d post friends or even co-workers but never anyone consecutively. That didn’t mean he failed to see the amount of men you desired you, the comments made about your body on your posts. He remembered a particularly provocative photo of you, holding a sheet over your chest as you posed for a perfume ad. He had made the mistake of reading the comments, his blood boiling when he read what other men would say. Their comments were lewd and often disgusting, wanting nothing more than to treat you as a fuck doll. He hated that men fetishized you, not noticing how sweet and fun you were. Sure, he wasn’t stupid, he noticed your kick ass body but he also saw your smile and your cute mannerisms while you waited for him at the mailboxes. He was extremely thankful the first time he had accidentally run into you while you were checking your mail. After a few days, he noted your schedule was similar to his and this began your nightly 2 minute trips from the lobby to your apartment door. Those trips became the highlight of his day, often looking forward to them after an exhausting day of training. The way you wore your hair and how you had the sweetest dimples. He loved how you’d blush when he’d hold the elevator door for you and how he’d occasionally catch you checking out his toned arms. He’d admit that he often flexed them in front of you just to see your face heat up, hoping he’d be filling your thoughts while you pleasured yourself at night. How he wished the walls of the old building were thinner, how he’d simply perish at the idea of hearing you moan his name. No, he needed to stop thinking this way! He began to look forward to seeing you everyday, seeing your beautiful face, your eyes and that perfect smile. He had seen you all dressed up and in your casual clothes, preferring the less dressed up version but he thought you were perfect either way. It didn’t bother him that you were taller than he was, on the contrary finding himself extremely attracted to your height. He thought you carried yourself spectacularly, noting how you seemed to have a lot of confidence. Honesty, he thought you looked like a goddess most days while he walked in looking like he had just spent 12 hours at the gym, which he usually did.

He sighed again, heading to his bathroom to shower, thoughts of you in that cropped sweater and short set fresh in his mind. He was ashamed to admit how many times he jerked off to your image in his mind, how often he thought about fucking you on his balcony and in his bed. He just knew your skin was soft, wanting to knead and hold every single part of your lush form against him. If given the chance, he’d fuck you every second he could, give you countless orgasms and provide so much pleasure that your head would spin. Ever since he first saw you, he found it extremely hard to find himself attracted to other women. While his teammates scored, he would often sit aside wondering what you were doing. It didn’t bother him that he wasn’t getting random hookups, knowing that none of them would even compare.

He often wondered if you were out finding guys, hooking up with them just to satiate your needs. He had never seen you bring a man home and he certainly had never heard you. He noted that you often seemed to stay home, only going out unless you absolutely had too. Your apartment was next to his, your bedroom wall aligning with his living room wall so he knew you weren’t getting fucked. Still the idea of hearing you be pleasured by anyone other than him pissed him off. He knew he had no claim over you, and he surely thought you didn’t see him as more than a mere acquaintance. Surely you had men clambering for your attention, willing to give you anything just to merely be in your presence.

He couldn’t help but fantasize what it would like coming home to you everyday. His cock hardened just at the thought of you wearing his Adlers or Olympic jersey around his apartment, his name blasted across your back. How he’d love to hold you close at night, possessively in his arms. The mere thought of waking up to you every single morning, how sweet and unbelievably sexy you’d be laying in his bed. The idea of having you all to himself instantly making his cock twitch as he groaned, resting his hands on bathroom countertop. Shaking his head, he started the shower as he turned, studying himself in the mirror. He knew he had to do something but he didn’t know what.

His teammates unfortunately knew of his little crush, Romero and Heiwajima once again inserting themselves into his life. He supposed it was his fault for checking up on you while he was in the locker rooms, getting lost in your latest mirror selfie. “Just talk to her,” they would say as he mentally rolled his eyes. If it was that easy he would have done it already. He tore his shirt over his neck, pushing down his shorts as his hard cock spring free, already leaking precum. His hand went to his cock as he squeezed, his eyes falling shut as his head falling back and his imagination went wild, thought of you in that cropped sweatshirt and shorts overrunning anything else.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he groaned out as his hand dragged up and down his stiff member, slowly tugging as he tried hard to prolong the intense feeling. Oh how he wanted to feel your right walls clamp down on him as he fucked you into oblivion. He’d love nothing more than to camp between your legs for hours, face seated right in your pretty pussy. He thought about everything from filling your pussy up to holding hands with you as you crossed the street. He could imagine every possible scenario with you by his side and he’d move heaven and earth to give you anything and everything. He’s eyes drifted open as the thought of his current situation hit him square in the face. He deflated, stepping into the shower as his mind continued to race. How could you possibly see him as anything more than his neighbor? Hell he hadn’t even said more than a few sentences to you at any given moment. There was no way you’d think of him as anything more than just a guy you rode the elevator with. His head fell under the shower, realizing his fantasies of you would never amount to more an infatuation with his super hot neighbor.

Tag list: @thisbicc @missalienqueen

[i-thirsty-boi]

Yandere Sakusa X Atsumu (moderately canon compliant)

~A/N: Heyo! I was trying to find some stories like this, but sadly there weren't many and most of them weren’t that good structure and grammar wise. I plan to try my best to make something y’all will like, so give me more prompts for more oneshots to make of this! I want this to be a oneshot book of this concept, but I want you guys to give me more things to work with for more content for me to produce. (Posting it on AO3, Tumblr, Quotev, and Wattpad) Comments are appreciated!

CW: unhealthy behavior/relationship, controlling behavior, dubcon handjob, stolkhold syndrome

Plot: They meet in high-school at the Japan youth camp, and it was pretty standard at first. But then Sakusa started feeling new and intense things as the years went on. Once they’re finally reunited on the MSBY Black Jackals team, it starts to get a bit… off. Sakusa tries to make a strategy so that Atsumu will HAVE to stay with him, forever. Because he won’t accept anything else. He knows he has to make this work, for his sake and Atsumu’s.

Word count: 14.9k words

(Sakusa’s thoughts in italics)

It was the time of year for the Japan youth volleyball camp. There were a wide variety of boys showing up, though none lacking in any skills. This was where the meeting of these two boys would take place, even if it was innocent at first. 

Everyone had finally arrived and now it was time for everyone to meet after setting up in their rooms to start playing. Everyone was heading down to the gyms they were supposed to go to and it just so happened that there was a very interesting combination of people in a particular gym. These people included Kageyama Tobio, a first year that’s clueless in most things non-volleyball, Hoshiumi Korai, an ace that was skilled but not vertically gifted, Motoya Komori, a bushy-browed libero, Sakusa Kiyoomi, a prickly ace that was incredibly talented, and Miya Atsumu, a gifted setter with a very unique personality. 

They were an odd bunch to see together, but it didn’t go too badly. They were getting along fine, even with Sakusa being how he is. They had to adjust to working with one another on the court, but that happened pretty quickly and the practice games went on. Nothing really eventful happened until they had a break for dinner. The players previously listed had made the decision to sit together to eat, despite the protests from Sakusa. They sat with Kageyama, Hoshiumi, and Motoya on one side of the table and Sakusa and Miya on the other side. The conversation was one where they were trying to get to know each other better. They had gone through topics such as interests, hobbies, and stories about how they started playing volleyball, but then the topic of friends and family came up. 

“My team’s very chaotic, especially Hinata. He always finds a way to impress me and annoy me simultaneously,” Kageyama said while reflecting on the people he has befriended on his team. He had already shared about his sister Miwa a little bit before that. “I don’t talk much with people, but Motoya is my cousin,” Sakusa said so he wouldn’t be interrogated for sharing later in the conversation when Kageyama and Hoshiumi already did. (A/N: I don’t know much, if anything, about Hoshiumi so bear with me here) “Yup! What Sakusa said is right! We’re cousins,” Motoya said, putting his 2 cents in between bites. “Yeah, I gotta twin brother named Osamu. Looks just like me so we dyed our hair to stand apart from each other. Drives me crazy, but I kinda have to love ‘im,” Atsumu said. The people at the table weren’t really surprised to hear that because there’s a reputation for the ‘Miya Twins’. 

I wonder if his twin is as loud as he is. This thought was happening while the rest of the table was talking, although it was noticeable that Atsumu was unintentionally the loudest one there. That was because of the ear problems he had in his childhood from being the slightly smaller twin at birth, thus giving him more health problems when he was younger. Though once he realized how loud he was being he toned down the volume of his voice. He just got quieter. Did he not notice how loud he was before? This was what got his attention from the conversation happening around him. Not the words being said, but how someone who had annoyed him a bit from how loud they were talking suddenly lowered their voice as if they finally noticed just how loud they were being. This is what got his attention and made him start to subtly observe the boy next to him.

There isn’t much to note about him on the surface. But he gets more interesting the more he shares. He had noticed this after he tuned back into the conversation happening. He didn’t know what was drawing him to the boy next to him exactly, but it was a new thing to him and he didn’t know if he liked it or not. He didn’t know if it was attraction or just intrigue of a new person he had never met before. He didn’t know what he could be feeling, but he wanted to find out without any outside interference, so no asking Komori about it. He quickly went through a mental checklist of things to try to narrow it down to something he could make sense of. He didn’t know if he was physically attracted to either gender, so he didn’t think it was that. He didn’t know anything about romantic feelings, but he wasn’t sure they felt like this. He could just be intrigued about a new person, but he didn’t want to ask any questions and didn’t care all that much about Kageyama or Hoshiumi. If it wasn’t any of those things, then what was it. It just made him have a headache, so he left the table early to go shower and made an excuse about the cleanliness of the bathroom to not be questioned further.

All of this is so confusing. How can identifying a feeling or emotion be this tiring?! I have time to figure this out, this training camp is still a few more days. Throughout the camp he just observed Miya subtly to try and figure himself out. However, Miya was trying his hardest to get to know me so I stuck to the act of pretending to be annoyed by him. He knew it wasn’t getting him anywhere to be so cold to him, but he had to keep up his usual behavior so people wouldn’t be suspicious of him. Before he knew it the training camp was over and he was no closer to figuring out this mystery feeling. 

… 

The rest of his highschool career passed by with minimal new interactions with Miya and it was bothering him that he was still putting so much effort into figuring out what was up with his feelings. The next time he actually got to talk to him was at nationals and it was pretty brief. Though he was pretty confused on why he started to get flustered by Miya teasing him about the mask he was wearing, he felt like he was one step closer to figuring it out, even though embarrassment was part of the process. 

He was onto something. And he would hold onto this encounter to get closer to his revelation of why he had been feeling like this for over a year. But now he was graduating and he had to choose to immediately go into pro volleyball or go to university to get a degree first. In the end he let his family convince him to go to university first. And while he was there he kept track of what Atsumu was doing in his career. The friends he made throughout university had caught onto his “stalking” and started teasing him about his crush on the setter. And that bit of wording had floored him mentally. Do I actually have a crush on Atsumu? I didn’t think so because I had ruled that out years ago but now I’m not so sure. He had spent a solid month of his last year in university thinking about it and he had concluded that he did have a crush on Atsumu just about this whole time. Once he realized that simple little thing, he started spiraling downhill. Fast. 

… 

Once he was done with his university finals and was finally graduating he made the effort to make sure he got to try out for the team Atsumu was on. He was GOING to be on the MSBY Black Jackals and finally be with Atsumu. He’d make sure of it. And once that happened, he wouldn’t let him go. EVER. 

He had tried his best at his tryout to make sure he impressed them so he would get a place on the same team as Atsumu. He was almost in physical pain waiting for a confirmation on if he made it in. Once the response came he almost cried in joy that he would be around his Atsumu for the first time in years. But he knew that he had to come up with a strategy to make sure his Atsumu wasn’t suspicious of him and that he wouldn’t reject him. He had to make sure to space out his advances enough that Atsumu would fall for him too and he could secure his man for, hopefully, the rest of his life. He had to be ready to make sure no one would call him out before he made sure Atsumu felt the same way as he did, at least somewhat. 

Once he had his celebration and strategizing session, he had to prepare himself mantally to act like he was annoyed by his love, but he knew that was the way it had to go first. Even though it would hurt him to do it. He knew it was necessary for his plan to work out in the end. 

He was ready. He had to be.

… 

Finally, my first day of practice. I can finally reunite with my Atsumu. I hope it’s not too hard for me to not immediately act out of character no matter how excited I get to see him. He took a deep breath before opening the door to the practice gym for the Jackals. Once he opened the door he was immediately assaulted with noise from two people that he only vaguely recognized. They were already swarming him to introduce themselves so he didn’t need to wait long before getting reminded of their names. Hinata Shoyo and Bokuto Koutaro. He remembers hearing about both of them, but he had been too focused on his Atsumu to really pay attention to anyone else at the time when he interacted with either of them. Then his love came up and said the sweetest thing he had ever heard. “Hey guys. Omi-kun’s not too big on people bein’ so close to him. Maybe back up a step or two there,” Atsumu said, not realizing that he had just made things worse for himself with those two tiny sentences. Kiyoomi had to try his hardest to not hug him on the spot, because that would be way too odd for him to do at that time. “That’s true, I don’t like being close with people I’m not familiar with. Thank you Miya-san,” Kiyoomi said to slightly correct his love to make sure he knew that he could be close to people he knew. This would help him cling to his love in the future without major questioning. But he also immediately noticed the other two got this determination in their eyes, like they wanted to make sure they could be close with him in the future as well. He didn’t really want to be close with those two because of how unconsciously loud they were, and they didn’t fix it like Atsumu did. He didn’t have to try to be annoyed at those two.

He didn’t get to talk to his love anymore before he was forced to introduce himself to everyone before warmups. But then he got to play with his Atsumu during practice. It was almost euphoric for him to spike the sets given to him specifically from his love. He knew that Atsumu’s sets were slightly different for every spiker and he felt all warm thinking about how his love had set a ball especially for him, with his style in mind and everything. He had to swoon secretly to not make people question him. He and his love weren’t ready for that yet, but he would be starting to push him in the right direction ASAP. A little acting like he was oblivious and some manipulating, and Atsumu will be in his arms within a year. It will kill him to spend that time without his love, but he has to go through this now so that he can have exactly what he wants later. He needed to make sure to not fuck this up. 

The rest of the practice went along the same kind of way. With Atsumu just being his normal self, and Kiyoomi twisting it into being special in his head. He just wanted his love to be thinking of him, hopefully in a positive way that could be manipulated into something more in the future. He had been, trying to, subtly observe Atsumu the whole practice, and while the man in question didn’t notice some of the others there did. Hinata and Bokuto went out to eat with Atsumu and Sakusa after the practice, and showers of course. They had been waiting to bring it up with Atsumu, but they needed to wait for Sakusa to not be at the table for it. When he finally left to go to the bathroom, they finally brought it up. “Hey, Tsum-Tsum, Sakusa-san was lookin’ at you a whole lot durin’ practice,” Said Bokuto. “Yeah, he was looking at you kinda intensely whenever you weren’t looking at him,” said Hinata. They had said it pretty fast while keeping watch to make sure Sakusa wasn’t on his way back to the table yet. Atsumu seemed to look visibly confused at these words. “No I didn’t notice anythin’ weird about Omi-kun today. I knew him in highschool and he was always a kinda intense person. But I can see why you would think that considerin he has a habit of observin people. I guess I’m just used to bein looked at by him, even if it hasn’t really happened since we interacted in highschool,” Atsumu said oblivious to how it would be taken by his table-mates. 

They both had looks of incredulous shock on their faces. They both couldn’t believe that Sakusa had been watching Atsumu like that since they had met. Sakusa thought that he wasn’t also being observed, but these two had noticed it right away, surprisingly with their usual personalities. They had immediately noticed how he looked at Atsumu. He wasn’t annoyed at all, like with just about everyone else, he looked at him like he was his world. It was such an affectionate look in his eyes that he tried to hide from everyone, but it was more obvious than he thought. Along with the overly loving look in his eyes, he also looked like he was scheming, making a plan for something. And they were worried for their friend with the other context clues of the situation that they observed. And to make it worse, Atsumu was completely oblivious to all of this, not seeming to notice any of the odd behavior from Sakusa. And with that thought down, they saw Sakusa walking back to the table. His gaze immediately went to Atsumu with an overly fond look in his eyes. But he quickly changed his expression when he looked at the other two at the table. Like he was trying to not be suspicious to them.

The rest of the meal was kind of awkward, which was confusing for Atsumu because he didn’t know of anything that would make it awkward. He just knew that the energy of the table had changed when Omi got back from the bathroom. He thought that maybe the conversation while he was gone was what had happened to the two in front of him and Omi, but he couldn’t quite figure out why. He knew that Omi liked to observe people, plus it was in the nature of the sport, so he didn’t see a problem with Omi looking at him throughout practice. Plus, he had gotten used to it during the ‘getting to know you’ phase in their teen years. He didn’t think that it was very weird, as a lot of people that are somewhat anti-social do it. He couldn’t figure out a problem with the behavior, so he just elected to ignore it because it wasn’t a problem to him. He just didn’t know that he wasn’t correct with this thinking yet. 

After the subtle fiasco that was that lunch, they had all decided to part ways, but there was something that Sakusa wanted to try before he could be alone for the rest of the day. He started to walk up next to Atsumu to ask him something. “Hey Miya-san, would you like to come over to my place to hang out and catch up. Since we haven’t talked in years,” Sakusa said, very hopefully. While he was waiting for an answer, he was practically sweating with nerves. “Sure, Omi! That sounds nice, bein able to catch up after so long,” Atsumu said while giving a soft smile. Kiyoomi’s heart just about burst looking at it and he was celebrating inside for the opportunity to spend more time with his love. He gave a slight smile to that and told Atsumu that he would lead the way there. 

It hadn’t taken all that long to walk to his apartment building, and they had to take the elevator up to his floor as well. Sakusa was having an almost out of body experience while going to his apartment, because in such a short amount of time, he and his love will be alone together. He almost can’t believe it. He made sure Atsumu couldn’t see him pinch himself to ground himself back into reality. Oh god. I have to act like normal around him right now. I can’t overwhelm him now, or else my whole plan might not work out how I want it to. This was just something that could be part of the process. Afterall, the more time spent with his love, the faster it will go in some aspects of it. He could establish casual touching now. Yeah, he can make sure that Atsumu knows he’s comfortable around him and start with the casual closeness and touching. This is such a wonderful opportunity that I didn’t even plan out! But I still have to do this carefully. 

They both finally made it to his door, and he set about unlocking it. He fumbled with his keys a little bit because he was nervous. He acted like nothing happened to make sure his love didn’t think he was being weird, but also because he was embarrassed that he had almost dropped his keys because Atsumu was there. Atsumu himself didn’t think that anything happened to be embarrassed about. He just thought that Kiyoomi didn't have that good of a grip on the keys at first. He was just ready to hang out with someone he hadn’t seen in a few years, but had a liking to. He liked Kiyoomi because he had never spoken to him like he was stupid, as a lot of people have done before. A lot of people, when he unconsciously spoke a little too loud, spoke to him like he didn’t know how to handle himself, even if he adjusted his volume before anyone made a comment about it. But Kiyoomi had never done that. Kiyoomi had been annoyed by him in the past, sure, but he had realized the effort he put into accommodating others and appreciated it. 

At that point Sakusa had gotten the door open and had formally invited Atsumu into his apartment. The apartment was nice. It looked modern, but homey, and Atsumu loved it. It was his favorite style of interior decorating. Sakusa saw how Atsumu reacted to seeing his apartment and was overjoyed at seeing how much he liked it in his expression. He was proud that he had satisfied his love with his living space without consciously trying. To him this proved that they were meant to be. He had to fight the knee jerk reaction of swooning over his love, but managed to do it to maintain the illusion of normalcy for his Atsumu at that time. 

“So whaddya wanna do Omi?” Atsumu asks as they settle on the moderately large couch. Although not on different sides. That’s because Sakusa had subtly put him towards the middle and then sat close to him on the couch. So close that their thighs were almost touching. Atsumu was shocked that Sakusa was sitting that close to him and got flushed from the contact. He looked over at Kiyoomi to see if he noticed the situation, but he looked as normal as ever. He seemed to be the only one that was affected by the sitting arrangement, so he had decided to ignore it, because it seemed so normal and casual for Sakusa. Then he remembered that Sakusa had said that he could be close with people he knew and was comfortable with. And he was glad that he was comfortable enough with him to be this close physically.

Meanwhile Sakusa was doing no better mentally. It was a risk doing this this early into our relationship, but it seems to have paid off. It seems since I acted like it didn’t affect me just as much as him he accepted it as normal for us. It’s so hard to not blush from being this close to my love, but it needs to be done. He looks so cute blushing like that. And it looks like he remembered the closeness comment because he looks happy about it. It makes me so happy to know that he’s happy to be close to me. “We can watch something on the tv while catching up, and maybe have some dinner later,” Sakusa suggested, really hoping his love will stay with him for the rest of the day before leaving him again. But the good thing is that he won’t leave him for so long again. If I get my way, he won’t ever leave me again.

“That sounds good ta me, Omi-kun. What would you wanna watch?” Atsumu asked. He wanted Sakusa to be comfortable around him, and he had no problems being courteous to someone he’s known for years, even if they haven’t been especially close. This question made Kiyoomi internally swoon even more at the fact that his love wanted to make sure he was happy around him. He already knew that they were meant to be, but it was amazing to have this sort of confirmation. He knew for sure that he could get Atsumu to love him, and maybe with the pace it is now, sooner than he had originally thought. He’ll definitely be mine within a year, and maybe sooner. 

While he was thinking about how soon he could have his love be his, he was scrolling through Netflix looking for a good movie to watch with him. He had decided to look through the horror movie selection because, as cliche as it was, he knew that Atsumu wasn’t a big fan and would get scared enough to seek him for comfort. Plus, there were some that he really DID want to watch, but hadn’t gotten around to it yet. From the corner of his eye, he could see how hesitant Atsumu was at his selection, but he chose to ignore it for now. “I’ve been wanting to watch this for a bit now, but now I have someone to watch it with. It’ll be more fun than watching it by myself,” he said to provide some reasoning and comfort to his love. He didn’t want him to think that he chose this purely to make him uncomfortable, because he knew that Atsumu wasn’t a fan of the genre. 

“That’s fine Omi-kun. I said I’d let you pick, and I’m not gonna take that back now. Can I have a blanket though? It helps me with this stuff,” Atsumu said, being completely honest. What he didn’t know is that Kiyoomi was internally freaking out over how cute he was. He wants a blanket to feel more secure while watching a horror movie? That’s absolutely adorable. Sakusa didn’t say any of this out loud, just got up from his place on the couch to go get one of his personal blankets to give to Atsumu. He wanted the feeling of comfort during the movie to be associated with himself and his scent. And if it worked, he would be ecstatic. 

While he was gone from the room, Atsumu was, just a little bit, freaking out. He had Sakusa sit that close to him on the couch as if it was the most normal thing to do. And he hadn’t judged him for wanting a blanket to cuddle into during a movie that would unsettle him. That man was boyfriend material. But Atsumu didn’t feel that way about him at that moment. Sure, he was gay and Sakusa was attractive, very attractive, but he hadn’t talked to him much in the years that they didn’t see each other. They didn’t talk at all in those years, but Atsumu was just shocked that Sakusa felt comfortable around him to even get that close, or to suggest hanging out alone together. He was pulling himself together when he realized that he may see himself having a crush on Kiyoomi if their relationship continues like this. But that’s exactly what Kiyoomi wants. 

When he came back with the blanket, he immediately looked at Atsumu on the couch. He looked like he was deep in thought, and he was blushing very obviously. He just walked behind the couch and dropped the blanket over Atsumu’s head. The blanket he chose was big, soft, and very obviously smelled like the cologne Kiyoomi wore on a daily basis. That was a standard feature in how he smells at this point. He was very amused by the fact that Atsumu immediately started struggling under it, like he was fighting the blanket off while trying to get out from under it. He just decided to help out after about 3 seconds of watching it. By just lifting the blanket from Atsumu’s head. When it was suddenly not there, Atsumu looked at him and snatched the blanket to wrap around himself in silence, but he started blushing again. Cute. 

He just sat down directly beside him again, with their legs one shift away from touching, and smirked at his love. That earned him an exaggerated gasp from Atsumu, who now knew that he got trapped within a blanket on purpose. He lightly smacked Kiyoomi’s arm before making a blanket cocoon around himself while Sakusa had loaded up the movie. He then asked Atsumu if he wanted anything to drink and stated that he was going to get himself some water. He got the answer that water would be fine, and left to go get them some drinks in his kitchen. However, a devious idea formed while he was filling his own glass with water. He had some melatonin pills that were tasteless, because he sometimes had trouble sleeping and the tasteless ones were preferable. So he took one of them and crushed it to mix in with Atsumu’s water. It wouldn’t knock him out, just make him tired and more suggestable to some light cuddling during the movie. This was the best way to make sure it would happen, other than the genre that his love hated.

It worked out just how he wanted it. Atsumu had drunk all of the water within the first 25 minutes of the movie, probably to distract himself. And about 20 mins later, he was visibly tired and had started to nod off and lean towards Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi himself was ecstatic that he was going to lean on him in his sleep, that he trusted Kiyoomi enough to potentially fall asleep on him. He didn’t do anything until Atsumu’s head made contact with his shoulder. He just put his arm around his love’s shoulder to have some casual cuddling while the movie was playing, and he loved it. Atsumu wasn’t a small person by any means, but he was smaller than Kiyoomi and fit perfectly in his arms. He only halfway paid attention to the movie from there on out because he wanted to soak in the moment with his love. 

He spent the rest of the movie cuddling with Atsumu on the couch, but not to the extent that he would wake up and be upset at the level of touching. What he had done was hug him the entire time after he unconsciously made physical contact with him. But Sakusa wasn’t complaining, oh no, he was so overjoyed that he got to have this time with his love. And he didn’t do anything to harm him to make him sleep. Just gave him a common sleep aid, not any kind of hard drug. Just an over the counter supplement to help people with insomnia. Overall, the day had gone great for Kiyoomi with how much of it he got to spend with his love. Since it didn’t seem like Atsumu was going to wake up soon, Kiyoomi gave him a small kiss on the top of his head. He was correct in assuming that Atsumu wouldn’t wake up from that because he didn’t seem to start to stir at all. However, he unconsciously moved towards Kiyoomi afterwards. That was something that Kiyoomi let himself blush at though. He knew his love was adorable, but he didn’t realize it was to this extent. He was just so happy at how the day had gone, that he completely forgot about the strange encounter with Hinata and Bokuto at lunch that day.

It was only a few minutes later that Atsumu started to wake up and, needless to say, he was confused when he did. It took him a minute to remember where he was when he fell asleep. When he woke up he was confused because he wasn’t in his apartment and he took a moment to remember that he was at Sakusa’s. When he remembered that detail he noticed the position he was in, Sakusa was wrapping one of his arms around him while Atsumu’s head was on his shoulder. He was still half asleep, so it took him some time to start questioning why he was sleeping on Sakusa. He didn’t remember falling asleep, but he did remember feeling tired towards the beginning of the movie. 

“Omi-kun, what happened? How are you okay with this?” he asked because he had yet to move an inch from when he woke up. He had begun to sit up and detach himself from Sakusa, but Kiyoomi just hugged him a bit tighter to stop him from moving. This befuddled him because this isn’t how he remembered Sakusa acting with anyone in the past. 

“You fell asleep during the movie. You started leaning on me and it didn’t bother me because I know you and am close with you. I normally don’t like touching people or people touching me, but I don’t have that with you. I don’t mind being this close with you,” Kiyoomi said the blankest he could. He wanted to be blunt, but nonchalant about it. This would lead to this becoming normal between him and his love. He really hoped this would lead to them being this close more often because he could start manipulating earlier if they did. He just wanted, and needed, to plant the ideas in his head that he loves Kiyoomi. That way their relationship will be mostly normal in the end. Because if he didn’t end up loving Kiyoomi on his own… he’d have to force it. And that will be a mess because of all the people his love is very close with. Especially considering he has an identical twin that he speaks with every other day on a normal week.

The trouble with making sure he doesn’t just isolate his love long enough for him to fall for Kiyoomi is, ultimately, going to be the many people he’s very close with and interacts with daily. This isn’t a huge problem, so it can be worked around. He’s already started to insert himself into Atsumu’s life, so that’s what he needs to keep doing to make this work in his favor. Being on the same team now will give him ample opportunities to monopolize Atsumu’s time. He wants to be the most important person in his life, like Atsumu is for Kiyoomi. The only thing that could get in the way of that is Osamu, considering just how close the twins are. From the very first time he met his love he knew that they were very close. You didn’t hear about one without the other, always the Miya twins, not Atsumu or Osamu by themselves. That wasn’t a problem back then, but it could definitely become a problem now. 

I can figure out a way to work around it. I just need to get Osamu’s approval so he won’t become a problem that can’t be fixed in the future. This was the thought process that went down while his love was still processing the information of what his situation was during the movie and the declaration of how close they were. At first there was a blank, but confused look on Atsumu’s face, but after about 30 full seconds of that, his love’s face became a bright cherry red. He looked like he was embarrassed about it, but also flustered. He wondered if he was starting to have a crush on him already and that was why he reacted like that. God, Kiyoomi hoped so. He really wanted that to be true so he could have his love be HIS a lot sooner than initially planned.

Atsumu had started stuttering out words that could form some sentences, but never quite got there. “Sorry I fell asleep on ya Omi-kun, I didn’t think I was that tired,” Atsumu finally got out after trying for most of a minute. He couldn’t figure out what to say at first because he didn’t expect to fall asleep at all, much less leaning on Sakusa. He didn’t know if he had accidentally overstepped a boundary that he wasn’t aware of yet, so he apologized for it. However, Sakusa just looked confused at his apology. 

“I told you I don’t mind being this close with you earlier. In fact, I actually enjoyed the physical contact with you. I consider us close enough already because of our history together, and I don’t mind when family or close friends are this close to me,” Kiyoomi explained in the plainest tone he could. He had to not give himself away by sounding desperate or too fond already, but he still had to establish a relationship between them to speed up the casual contact. He really wanted to keep touching his love like this in the future. It would make him sad to not do this stuff from that point on. 

… 

Things kept up like that for the next few months. Kiyoomi kept actively initiating hangouts between them, and he always ended up cuddling his love by the end of their time together. During this time Atsumu also seemed to be developing some sort of feelings for Sakusa, but he didn’t want to mention anything for fear of making Sakusa uncomfortable. Of course, Kiyoomi noticed this development and was ecstatic about it. This meant that he could initiate the beginning of a relationship between them before slowly opening the doors to the more unsavory parts of his desires with his love. Although most things he wants with Atsumu are normal things, just more intense than normal, and the others were just some toxic behaviors that he wouldn’t have to let his love know about unless absolutely necessary. He just wanted his love to be all his, and he couldn’t let anybody interfere with that. Ever. 

And during this time Bokuto and Hinata were observing these developments from the sidelines. They still didn’t have a good feeling about how intense Sakusa was when it came to Atsumu. They didn’t have any reason to not trust the guy, considering they could see he didn’t want anything bad to happen to their friend, but he also didn’t behave like a normal person in regards to him. They could tell Sakusa was in love with Atsumu, and that Atsumu was gaining a crush on Sakusa, but they’ve also already noticed some flaws in the mask Sakusa usually wears to hide how jarring his feelings for Atsumu were. He didn’t think they’d notice all the glares sent to people who looked at Atsumu at all outside of games, when it’s to be expected. He hovers so close to him so often that’s almost impossible to see them separate at this point. They’ve seen him go through Atsumu’s belongings when he’s not in the room, along with his phone. It was bad enough that he just casually invaded someone’s privacy, but the looks he gave Atsumu really rubbed them the wrong way. He looked at him with such an unnatural and intense love in his eyes, it was honestly kinda creepy, but also like he wanted to devour him. Like he wanted to smother himself with Atsumu and then never let him go. 

They were just really worried for their friend and the fact that he hasn’t even started to pick up on any of these things. He was completely oblivious to how wrong the love Sakusa felt for him was. He didn’t notice a damn thing wrong with any part of how Sakusa was with him.

… 

Since the situation had been moving faster than expected, Kiyoomi was ready to try asking Atsumu out. He was ready and believed his love was ready to move their relationship to the next level. He had planned another movie night with Atsumu, like their first time hanging out when Kiyoomi joined the team, to tell him. But, he also has a plan for if it doesn’t go his way.

He had to get everything ready for his love to come over tonight because he intended for tonight to be special for both of them. He got some blankets for the couch, some extra pillows too, just to make it extra comfortable for the movie they’ll be watching. He had already made dinner for them and it wasn’t too long before his love would arrive. It’s Atsumu’s turn to pick the movie for the event, so he’ll work with what he’s given for finding the right time to confess and start their relationship. He would’ve chosen another horror movie to induce some cuddling, but he can do that with the movies his love enjoys as well. It would just be Kiyoomi initiating it instead of Atsumu. He’s nervous, but he’s initiated cuddling before. He just wants tonight to be perfect. 

With everything ready, all that was left was to wait for his love to arrive. He knew it wouldn’t be long before Atsumu showed up, but he was still getting impatient. He just wanted his love to be his already. Fully. With that thought, there was a knock on his door. He just about sprinted to his door, but took a moment to collect himself before he opened it to see his love with a small smile on his face. It made his heart rate pick to see his love smiling at him like that.

“Hey, Omi-kun!” Atsumu said with full enthusiasm, excited to spend time with Kiyoomi. He didn’t know that there was any other motive for being invited over than just hanging out, so he was acting as normal as ever. And this gave Kiyoomi hope that everything would work out well in the end, and that his love would accept him from the start. He didn’t want to start their relationship off with bad feelings from Atsumu about it. But that would only happen if his love doesn’t like him back NOW. He knows Atsumu will love him back eventually, it's just a matter of when in their relationship that happens. 

“Hey, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said with a world of fondness in his voice and a small smile to go with it. He couldn’t help it that his favorite person was going to be his by the end of the night, and that the things leading to that were going to be happening soon. He led Atsumu into his apartment, let him take his shoes off, then steered him towards the couch. “Pick a movie while I go get us both water,” he said to make sure that the movie would be ready by the time he came back into the room. He wanted to start the event he had planned as soon as possible, and having the movie up and ready would help that. So, he went into his kitchen and poured two glasses of water, then steeled his nerves and started back into his living room.

When he made it back to the couch, Atsumu had a movie loaded up on the tv, and was making his way back with his favorite blanket for these hangouts. This was already going swimmingly for Kiyoomi’s plan. 

Once his love took a place on the couch, Kiyoomi sat as close to him as was socially acceptable. A distance that will be gone later. 

As the movie started, Atsumu was actually paying attention to the movie, and Kiyoomi was paying attention to Atsumu. He knew that his love wasn’t paying him any mind because he was into the movie he picked, so he took his time to savor the sight of his love completely relaxed and happy in his home. Hopefully their home soon. He was confident that he wouldn’t  be rejected and his feelings would be returned. Although it wouldn’t matter either way.

As the movie progressed, Atsumu slowly realized that Kiyoomi wasn’t paying attention to the movie. Although he wasn’t sure why he was staring at him. He was pretty sure that Kiyoomi had been staring at him the whole time. If he was being honest it made his stomach feel weird, and he wasn’t really sure if it was a good or bad feeling. He just needed to figure out what to say to Kiyoomi to figure this situation out. 

“Hey Omi-kun. Am I more entertaining than the movie?” Atsumu said jokingly, but also wanting to know the answer. Now what happened after he said this, he never would’ve guessed. Kiyoomi was processing the words while slowly leaning closer to Atsumu without realizing. He looked his love up and down, then seemed to think about what his answer would be.

“In a way. I just like looking at you more, considering you’re beautiful,” Kiyoomi stated with complete sincerity. He really thought that his love was worth more to look at than some dumb movie. He hoped that the reaction to these words would work in his favor so that he wouldn’t have to do something drastic to have his love. The reaction was delayed, but he had hope. Even delayed, the reaction was beautiful to him. Atsumu slowly has the prettiest blush come onto his cheeks, then just locked eyes with Kiyoomi was an expression of shock and awe on his face. He looked like he was flattered but doubting the words. To show he was serious he gently put a hand on his love’s cheek with the most lovestruck look on his face. He let all of his emotions show on his face and in his eyes, to clearly convey that his words were the truth. 

Without a rejection, he leaned even closer and connected his lips with Atsumu’s. He wasn’t put off by having no reaction from his love at first. He knew this was shocking for him. He just slowly put more passion into the kiss to coax Atsumu to kiss him back. It took a bit, but eventually Atsumu began to kiss him back. With that sign, he moved his hand to the back of Atsumu’s neck to deepen the kiss further. As they kept kissing, Kiyoomi slowly moved them so he was above Atsumu, and his love was laying on his back on the couch. The kiss started to get more heated and Kiyoomi put one of his legs between Atsumu’s in an effort to get closer to his love. This led the kiss to progress even further as Atsumu put his arms around Kiyoomi’s neck to pull him closer. 

They broke apart for air and just looked at each other while panting with half-lidded eyes. While they were catching their breath, Atsumu started to run his hands through Kiyoomi’s hair. They didn’t start kissing again, but just ended up resting their foreheads together while absorbing the moment. And it was this moment that Kiyoomi knew for sure that he wasn’t going to ever let his love go. Ever. 

“What’s this mean for us now Omi?” Atsumu wondered out loud, because he knew there was going back from this. Things were definitely going to change from this moment onwards. While he was getting lost in his thoughts, Kiyoomi was just admiring his love while preparing to declare their new relationship. 

“This means that we're together now. You’re my boyfriend Tsumu,” he declared with confidence. He was entirely serious about this, he couldn’t not have his love by his side any longer now that he’d come this far. He was feeling good about the fact that his love’s blush just darkened, but there was also just more shock on his face with this new revelation. 

“W-what? What do you mean?” he asked with a voice full of confusion and disbelief at the statement that was just said. He was in shock. He didn’t really expect this as the outcome of coming over to Kiyoomi’s today. As he was having these thoughts, a darker expression fell over Kiyoomi’s face. Atsumu quickly picked up on this and tried to put a little bit of space between them. This just caused Kiyoomi to hug him closer to his body. 

“It means that you’re mine now. I love you and I won’t let you go now that I have you. You belong with me,” Sakusa said with complete sincerity laced with anger. Just what isn’t he getting? I made a move and he didn’t reject it in any way. He’s obviously just confused right now. He’ll accept it eventually if he doesn’t get it now. 

These words just made Atsumu panic more. He was confused, a little scared, and was currently being held down on the couch by Kiyoomi who was hugging him as close to his body as possible. It wasn’t as if he’d necessarily be opposed to dating Kiyoomi, but this was very sudden for him. He just needed to calm down and try to talk this out with Kiyoomi before things escalated any further. “Hey Omi, just listen for a minute. I’m not rejecting you. I would like to date ya, but this happened so suddenly, it kinda panicked me. If we just slow this down a little bit, it’ll be fine,” he said slowly but surely, to get the words across and the point taken. This seemed to calm Kiyoomi down a little bit.

Kiyoomi just blinked at that. He was happy that his love was accepting, but the request to slow down didn’t make sense to him. Why would I slow down now that I have him where I want him? However, slowing down doesn’t mean we can’t start a relationship now. He would use this loophole to his benefit. “We can slow down if you want, Tsumu, but I still want to start a relationship with you,” he made sure his want was known, very clearly. There was no chance of a misunderstanding. 

These words further calmed Atsumu down. He was comforted that Kiyoomi would slow his pace to accommodate him, but knew that the paces they both wanted were different. He guessed that he could come to a compromise to go slightly faster than he had pictured to be with Kiyoomi. He would just have to adjust. Though he wasn’t sure why he had such a bad feeling about all of this. 

… 

Their relationship continued like that for the rest of the season. With Kiyoomi wanting more than Atsumu was comfortable with, but compromising anyway. Although, he didn’t quite notice all the things Kiyoomi did when he wasn’t paying attention. Such as give death glares to anyone that looked at him for, what he deemed as, too long. Actively take his attention away from people to monopolize his time. Subtly isolating him from most people, excluding the team, his brother, and select friends from highschool, I wouldn’t want people getting suspicious if Tsumu just randomly cut contact with them, so they’ll have to stick around for a while longer. Plus, slowly desensitizing him to casual touches and intimacy, especially in the form of PDA, he’s always touching Atsumu in some way while they’re in public. 

These behaviors have been noticed by the team and other close friends/family of the two. Hinata and Bokuto only became more concerned for Atsumu as time passed, considering they knew that the feelings Sakusa had for him weren’t quite right. They only wanted the best for him, but didn’t want to interfere when there’s nothing obviously wrong with their relationship. The rest of the team were just shocked at how Sakusa was behaving in the relationship, because he was very much the opposite with everyone else. Komori was just shocked that Kiyoomi was willing to be that close with someone, and he didn’t see this coming at all. He was almost offended that his cousin didn’t even tell him that he was interested in Atsumu before starting a relationship with him. Suna was surprised that Atsumu was the sane one in that relationship, given that Sakusa had glared at him while he was talking with Atsumu more than once. But Kita had had conversations with Atsumu on the phone cut off early, by Sakusa, everytime that they had them.

And Osamu was annoyed with it. In a couple ways. First off, he was annoyed that his brother’s time with him was being cut short by Sakusa, considering they both had busy lives and had limited time together as it was. Secondly, the time they do spend together isn’t just them anymore, Sakusa is always with Atsumu. Then he has the nerve to glare at him for joking around with his brother like they always do, as if he’s doing something wrong. And finally, he feels like Sakusa is trying to keep his brother away from him. And he has a bad feeling about the relationship as a whole, like he can sense there’s something wrong with it, but can’t exactly place what it is. He just hopes that nothing bad will happen. 

Though, he can’t help but observe the pair sitting in his restaurant. His twin was peacefully eating the food he got, while Sakusa was holding onto him. He just didn’t understand. How could Sakusa be so different with everyone else, but treat his twin like that, like he was perfect. He didn’t expect Sakusa to be so fond of PDA, and while he didn’t mind some PDA here and there, it was a constant for those two. But Atsumu was never the one initiating it, at least from what he’s seen. He’s amazed at how Atsumu is so casual about being held so tightly while eating, and the only complaint was that the way Sakusa first held him was preventing him from eating comfortably. But Sakusa didn’t let go, just adjusted the way he held Atsumu. It was just weird to see that his twin wasn’t the clingy one in that relationship. 

Atsumu, on the other hand, was just mildly annoyed at the current situation. He was just trying to eat his onigiri, but Omi has his arms tightly wrapped around his waist while still sitting beside him. Don’t get him wrong, he loves his boyfriend, but he just wants a little bit of space sometimes. He’s fine with being touchy and all, but he’s getting exhausted with the constant presence of Kiyoomi in his life EVERY day. Like, he just wants a few days to himself at this point. Maybe with the people he doesn’t get to be around often because of all the time he spends with his boyfriend. He doesn’t like being alone, but he’s been seeing nothing but Kiyoomi since they started dating. He’ll have to talk to him about it later, because there’s no way in hell Omi will spend the night without him. Lovely.

… 

They were on their way to Kiyoomi apartment, because they’d stayed at Atsumu’s last night and they both had clothes at each other's apartments already. Atsumu was deep in thought on how to bring up his want of spending time with other people for a bit without upsetting Omi, because that happened everytime a topic like this came up. Hopefully the reaction to it won’t be bad.

They had both changed into their pajamas, which were just sweatpants and comfortable shirts, and were laying in bed together. He was currently clutched in Kiyoomi’s embrace again, and while he liked it, it was getting annoying. “Hey Omi. I wanna talk to you bout somethin,” he says quietly. This causes his boyfriend to look at him curiously, waiting to hear what he has to say. “I love spending time with and being around you, but I still wanna hang out with other people too. It’s not that I don’t wanna be around you anymore, but I would like a day to myself here and there. And maybe a day in the week to be able to hang out with our other friends, or Samu too,” he finished. He was anxiously awaiting the response from Kiyoomi and praying that it wasn’t a bad one. 

Kiyoomi's face was blank, but he was fuming internally. What brought this on? Was someone putting these thoughts in his head while I’m not there? This needs to be dealt with. Quickly. He had to think for a little bit on how to respond to this question. If he said something wrong, that could impact how his love thinks of him. And he didn’t want Atsumu to be mad at or annoyed with him. “I think I understand what you’re saying. I guess I can give up some days for that, but not our off days. Those are for us,” he said this very tentatively. Because he didn’t really want to give up any time with his Tsumu, but he would just make sure that still got the most time with him by claiming the days off that they have. He’s not willing to sacrifice much time with him for other people, but since his love requested it, he’ll give up the days where they’re already around other people.

While the words didn’t exactly please him, he was relieved that he could have time for other people. Atsumu just smiled softly at Kiyoomi for the compromise he made for him. He was still annoyed at this, but he knew that his boyfriend was trying. “Thank you honey. I know that this will be tough, but I really appreciate this,” he said with complete affection and sincerity. After that, he just laid his head on Kiyoomi’s chest and started drifting off to sleep. 

Kiyoomi was just taking the moment in. Even if he didn’t want to give up his time with his Tsumu, he just realized that giving up that time was only going to bring them closer. Even if I hate this, this will only benefit me. This will make my Tsumu trust me more since I showed that I can compromise with him. If he’s already this happy about this, I will only get more affection because of this. He fondly looked down at his Tsumu who was now sleeping on his chest. He started to run his fingers through his love’s hair until he went to sleep, content with his decision. 

He was correct in assuming that giving up some time with his Tsumu was going to get him more affection. It’s been about two weeks since he made that decision, and his love had been giving him more attention and affection during their time together since he let him have time with other people. He’d just have to work around that in getting him even more attached to Kiyoomi so they stay together naturally. Although, in the end it doesn’t matter to him if it happens naturally or not. 

… 

This continued for a few weeks, and Kiyoomi was getting frustrated in their relationship. He wanted to move a step further in the relationship. He loved everything about his Atsu, but he wanted to move further from just physical affection. He just really wanted to get closer to his love like that. He would bring up the idea of getting more physical the next free day they have. 

They were cuddling on the couch in Kiyoomi’s apartment when he decided to bring up the topic of sex. “Hey, Atsu. I wanna ask you something.” Atsumu just turned more towards him and hummed while still watching the show they had on. “I was wondering if you’d be interested in having sex soon,” Kiyoomi stated, with the starightest face. This had floored Atsumu. His mind had gone blank, and he started blushing furiously. 

While trying to come up with some kind of response, he had just been stuttering. He didn’t know where this question had come from. He didn’t think that Kiyoomi would bring something like this up because he didn’t think there was anything missing in their relationship, but apparently Kiyoomi wanted more. “Um, what? Where did this come from? This seems a little soon to me Omi,” he somehow managed to get out in his embarrassment. 

Kiyoomi’s eyes had narrowed at Atsumu’s reaction. He thought it was somewhat late in their relationship to bring this up, considering they’d been dating for a few months now. Or at least to further the physicality beyond kissing and some mild touching. He sighs before speaking again. “Atsu, I’ve been thinking about this for a little while now. I think, with how long we’ve been together now, that we should move forward a bit. I want to be closer to you in those ways, Atsu. I want more ways to show you how much I love you,” this was said with the utmost sincerity and fondness. He just kept looking at his love with the most love in his eyes.

Atsumu, on the other hand, was just shocked. Not only did his boyfriend want more in the relationship than he did at the moment, but that he’d thought it through before bringing it up to him. He also knows that he will probably compromise on this as well. He took a deep breath to prepare himself to respond to that. “Okay Omi. Since yer so sure of this, we can discuss this more later. I can’t say I want to go all the way yet, but we can work up to it, since I’m not exactly comfortable with it right now.” This was the best he could do at the moment. A compromise while setting boundaries. 

This made Kiyoomi very happy. He just fell more for his Atsu because of how caring he was. He was always willing to compromise with things, even though it also pisses Kiyoomi off that he can’t just have what he wants right away. However, better things have come from playing the long game with his love. I’ll just have to try to make this good enough for him that it’ll go faster. Luckily I got the chance to get experience in college before I devoted myself to my Tsumu. I know I can make this amazing for him.

… 

They had been doing the same thing for the past week now. Whenever they were together at either one’s apartment, Kiyoomi would initiate a kiss and gradually deepen it as they went. This always ended up with him feeling up Atsumu as well. This seemed pretty tame but progressive for a week of progress. Though, Kiyoomi thought they could go a bit farther tonight. He would make sure of it.

Atsumu had just shown up to his apartment. They were going to have dinner then watch one of the food shows they liked on the couch after. They were making onigiri together, and Kiyoomi had gotten some fatty tuna for his Tsumu’s and umeboshi for himself. They were just casually chatting while the rice was cooking. He thought he would surprise Atsumu with his plans. After all, he would be focusing on making his Tsumu feel good. Hopefully, if all goes well tonight, he’ll want to move a bit faster with this stuff. I just need to make sure this is AMAZING for him. 

With that thought, the rice cooker went off and they started assembling their dinner. Once they were done, they brought their food and water to the couch to eat while watching their 

show. Kiyoomi tried to stay calm, so he just took some deep breaths to slightly calm himself while eating. They spent an entire episode just eating their dinner with some light chatting. Afterwards, they had started cuddling on the couch, meaning that Astumu was leaning on Kiyoomi. 

While they were laying like that on the couch, Kiyoomi had put his arms around Atsumu and was resting his hands on his stomach. He let his hand rest there for a bit before slowly caressing his love’s stomach, moving them towards his hips while doing it. When he arrived at Atsumu’s hips and settled his hands there for the rest of the episode they were on. 

When the next episode came on Kiyoomi started to caress Atsumu’s hips and kiss his cheek and neck. Atsumu was a bit surprised at this. He thought his boyfriend was just being affectionate, but now it seems like his intentions were something else. While he was lost in thought, Kiyoomi’s hands drifted closer to his inner thighs. Once he dipped his hands between his thighs to touch Atsumu’s inner thighs, it shocked Atsumu into paying attention to his hands. He rubbed circles into his boyfriend's thighs before rubbing them over his original target. Atsumu gasped as kiyoomi’s hands rubbed over his dick. As he tried to sit up, Kiyoomi’s left arm came up around his stomach to keep him in place as his right hand stayed rubbing his dick over his clothes. 

Atsumu had to sit there for a minute to process the situation before talking. “Omi! What are you doing?!” At this point he was slightly panicked. He didn’t expect this and he couldn’t get up. 

Kiyoomi kissed Atsumu’s temple before talking. “Calm down Atsu. I just want to make you feel good. Will you let me make you feel good?” He stopped kissing his love to look at his reaction to the words. Although he never stopped the movement of his right hand during all of this. 

Atsumu was just processing everything, but the constant rubbing was messing with his thought process. It did feel good, so he figured he would let it happen. For now. “Okay Omi. Just stop if I tell you to.” He tried to relax back into Kiyoomi, but still ended up pulling his legs together after bending them a little bit. 

Kiyoomi was glad that he could continue, but was a bit peeved that his love closed his legs on him. So, he just kept moving his right hand while moving Atsumu’s body up a little. After that he used his legs to part Atsumu’s, propping  his knees up so Atsumu won’t be able to close his legs during this. Once this was done, he pulled his love’s pants, and underwear, down to his thighs for easier access. After that he hooked his chin over his love’s shoulder to look down his body. He spent a minute admiring his love. He was very proportional, and his dick fit with the rest of him. It was about average in length and a little above average in girth. It was nothing to scoff at, but Kiyoomi was bigger and longer. His cock was pretty though. And it seems like he keeps his pubes neatly trimmed.

He wrapped his hand around it before speaking again. “You’re so pretty Atsu. I love you so much.” He kissed Atsumu’s cheek after that, and started stroking him. He watched for a while as he leisurely stroked his boyfriend’s cock. He wasn’t in a hurry, he wanted his Atsu to beg him for release. He continued like that for a while, until Atsumu was twitching in his hand and his body started to tense up. Instead of following through with it, he settled his hand at the base of his boyfriend’s cock and kept it there. “Atsu, just let me know when you want to cum, okay?” He finished that with a kiss on his Tsumu’s cheek.

Atsumu himself was in shambles, mentally. He thought his boyfriend would be done by now, but he’d been dragging this experience out since he started. He’d not only gone oddly slow the whole time, but he’d stopped when he was on the edge and wanted him to essentially ask to finish. He was slightly panting at this point and felt oddly exposed even though he’s still wearing his shirt and most of his legs are covered. He was flushed not just from the pleasure given to him, but also the near constant affection from before the whole experience. He was kinda embarrassed by the, almost, pampering this night has ended up with for him. He was confused by the whole situation.

Kiyoomi had been continuing his kisses on Atsumu while he was winding back down from the edge. He hadn’t moved his hand from its place on the base of his boyfriend’s cock the whole time. He could feel Atsumu’s heavy breathing, but waited until his body relaxed some before moving his hand again. He kept the same pace as before, and continued showering his love in affection at the same time. It didn’t take too long for Atsumu to get near the edge again. 

Atsumu wanted this to end this time, so he decided to speak up in favor of that. “Omi. I’m ready to cum this time. I want to.” These words were spoken breathlessly. In response to that, his boyfriend sped up the movements of his hand. This was kind of overwhelming at the moment and his vision went white as he tipped over the edge. 

Kiyoomi was in awe of his boyfriend. The way he reacted to everything was beyond his expectations. Plus, the faces he made during the whole thing had him hard in his pants. Though, that still wasn’t the focus of this at the moment. As soon as he stopped cumming, Kiyoomi took his hand away and started rubbing Atsumu’s sides to help him come down from his high. He kissed his love’s cheek one last time before moving him so he could go get a washcloth to clean his boyfriend. 

It only took a minute to come back into the living room with the damp washcloth. When he returned to the living room, his love was in the same place he was when he left the room. It seemed like he hadn’t moved at all in the time he was gone. However, he still looked like he was catching his breath and calming down after finishing. He came back to the couch and settled himself back behind Atsumu, then laid him across his lap. After that, he started to gently wipe down Atsumu’s stomach with the cloth. He whined when his dick was cleaned but settled down after it was done and his pants and underwear were pulled back up. He got up again to put the washcloth in a hamper to wash later, then came back to the couch.

He got the blanket that his Atsu loves to use when he’s here, and wrapped it around him so he’d be cocooned in it. After that, he wrapped his arms back around him and leaned back against the arm of the couch to relax. The cooking show was still on, but it was still just background noise to him. Atsumu seemed to be close to sleep in his lap, and he spent some time just admiring him. He kissed his cheek again before speaking. “Tsumu, you did amazing. Were so good for me. I love you so much.” He said these words with reverence. 

Atsumu himself was feeling conflicted. He didn’t want it to happen in the first place, but it felt amazing. Physically, it was fantastic. Mentally, it was a chore. However, he supposes if every time it feels this good, and his boyfriend is this sweet to him, he might not mind it all that much. Of course he’s had sex before, but he usually likes to wait a bit in a relationship, to see if he likes the person for everything they are outside of sex first. He likes to think that if the rest of the relationship isn’t lacking, there can be some leeway in the bedroom. But this has proved that his boyfriend is someone that can be good for him in all realms. He just doesn’t like how pushy and clingy Kiyoomi is at times. 

He’s just gonna choose to go to sleep, relax, and maybe think about this more at a later time.

… 

In the month after that night their sex lives has escalated to actual sex, and both are pretty happy with it. Atsumu still thinks it happened pretty fast for his taste, but Kiyoomi couldn’t be happier with his life. They’re together the majority of their time, but Atsumu still hangs out with other people occasionally. 

This has really started to piss off Osamu. Mostly because of how he went from frequently seeing his brother, to barely seeing him once a week, sometimes twice. He was relieved that he started coming in without Sakusa, but the limited time was still infuriating. And he knew that this was bothering other people too. For instance, Hinata and Bokuto have complained about it occasionally to him when they visit his shop. With those two, their partners, Kageyama and Akaashi, have also had comments about his twin and Sakusa. Sunarin, Aran, and Kita have also expressed their gripes about the relationship. Because their already very limited time to talk to Tsumu has been cut short constantly.  He thinks his concerns are valid if this many people can also see something wrong. But it makes him so mad to see that his brother is completely oblivious to the problems, was even happy with the relationship he knows must feel suffocating. He knows he needs to get a word in with Sakusa the next time they come in to try to get some insight into this madness. 

He doesn’t have to wait long for that because the next day the two come in around close. As soon as they come in he flips the sign in the door to closed and locks it, then focuses his attention on the two in his shop. He doesn’t say anything while getting their usual orders ready. They’ve already sat at the counter, and Sakusa has attached himself to his twin’s side. He furrowed his eyebrows, but kept making the onigiri they like, then some for himself. As he was done, he handed them their food before starting to eat his own. He had to think of something to do to get Sakusa alone out here. 

As they all finished eating however, Astumu got up and started to head behind the counter. He said he was gonna use the bathroom. Osamu saw an opportunity. And took it. “Hey Tsumu! While you’re back there, could you load the dishwashers and put some stuff away?” He hoped that him doing that stuff would give him enough time to have the conversation he wanted with Sakusa. His twin just nodded before continuing to head into the kitchen area of the shop. He could see some confusion of Sakusa’s face because of the request, and maybe a bit of anger. Which worried him. 

“Just so you know, I was going to do those things after you guys left, but asked him to do them so I could talk to you about something.” He said to clarify and hopefully calm him down.

Sakusa was still confused, but nodded and adjusted how he was sitting to face Osamu. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to talk about, but he’d have to listen because his Tsumu wouldn’t be back for a little while. “Alright. What do you want?”

Osamu had gotten the message that he should say what he wants because Sakusa doesn’t have much patience for him. Unlike with his twin. “Okay…” he trailed off before continuing. “Well. I have some questions for you, regarding you and Tsumu’s relationship. First, what are your intentions with my twin? Why do you hog his free time so much? Why do you cling to him so much? I just want to understand this. This seemed very sudden for me, and I would like to know why I don’t get to see him for more than a few hours a week now.” This was said very quickly and passionately. He wanted answers and just blurted out whatever he was thinking. 

Kiyoomi was kind of shocked. There weren’t many actual questions asked, but they were going to get a lot of information if he chooses to answer them to their fullest. His shock must have shown on his face because Osamu was looking at him very closely with his eyebrows furrowed. Like he was trying to see through him. He took a moment to calm down a little before speaking. “Okay. Well, I cling to him all the time because I love him and love being close to him. That applies to the taking up his free time as well. My intentions? I’d say they’re different for short and long term. Short term I’d like to have us move in together. And long term I’d say that I’d like to stay together for as long as possible. Maybe get married at some point. Maybe a few years down the line.” And everything he said was honest. Not likely to sound concerning, but still honest. 

Osamu didn’t know how to respond to that. Because everything made sense, but it still didn’t feel right to him. Nothing that Sakusa said was something wrong to say, but the guarded look in his eyes when he said it put a bad taste in his mouth. “Okay… Well, you’re gonna have to talk to Tsumu about all of that before it happens. I’m glad that you love him so much and want ‘good’ things for him,” he said with faux happiness. He was sincere, but still very suspicious of him. He wants to talk about this more the next time Bokuto and Hinata visit the shop. 

And with that thought, his twin walks back into the main area of the shop and takes his seat next to Sakusa again. And again, Sakusa immediately latches onto his brother’s side. There’s never anything wrong outwardly with their relationship, but it continues to put him on edge. He thinks about it as he walks into the back after they leave. 

… 

It’s later that same week after the conversation he had with Sakusa in his shop, and finally Bokuto and Hinata came in at the perfect time for the conversation he wants to have with them. 

It was almost closing time, so right after they walk in he flips the sign and locks the door before going back to the counter. The two noticed and were a bit confused about the immediate closing after they walked in, but waited to see if Osamu said anything about it. Almost right after he got back behind the counter, he started speaking. “Hey guys. I locked up so I could ask you some questions without being interrupted. I hope that’s okay. If you want to know, I want to talk to you about Sakusa and Atsumu,” he finished quickly. He was slightly nervous for this conversation, but really wanted to have it. 

The two made eye contact with each other before turning back to Osamu and nodding to show it’s okay with them. They waited while Osamu was making their food, and it seemed clear that he wanted to start asking his questions right after it was done. As soon as they received their food, they looked up at Osamu and gave him their full attention. 

Osamu took a deep breath before speaking. “Okay, so, I need to ask you guys some questions about Sakusa.”  After he said this, they both suddenly looked much more serious, which made him more nervous. “I’m sure you’ve noticed how he acts around my brother. I want to know what you guys have noticed that I might not have. How does he act with him around you guys and the team? Because I have some concerns,” he finished strong even though he wanted to rush everything out, but only Atsumu understood him when he got like that. 

They both looked at each other before sighing and nodding. They were finally getting to voice their thoughts on the situation, but not to the person they wanted to. Osamu would have to do, because Atsumu didn’t see that anything was wrong. They were trying to decide who would say something first, so Hinata nodded again and turned back to Osamu. 

Hinata sighed again before speaking, “Well… I wouldn’t say it’s normal. Even before they started dating, Sakusa has been giving Tsumu these very intense looks. It looked like he wanted to devour him, but also like he was planning something. He also glared at anyone that got close to him. After they started dating it got worse, but also better?” he shrugged before continuing. “Worse because he got even more clingy and almost never leaves Tsumu’s side, even at practice and at games. Better because that means that there were less chances for him to get angry at other people for being close to your brother. We just have a bad feeling about him and the way he acts around Atsumu,” Hinata finished before turning to Bokuto.

Bokuto himself just nodded to say that he agreed while he was thinking of what to say. He also sighed before he started speaking, “Yeah. We tried to talk to Tsum-Tsum about it before but he was completely oblivious to it all! Said that Sakusa has been watching him and giving him those looks since high school, when they met at that one training camp. Just dismissed it as something Sakusa just does, but he doesn’t do it with anyone else, ever. He’s not even that close with his cousin! Plus, as Shokkun has said already, he sometimes gets this calculating look in his eye that gives me a nasty feeling in my stomach. I want to trust him because it seems like he genuinely loves Tsum-Tsum, but I just can’t!” He throws his arms up as he finishes and puffs out some air in exasperation. He feels better after getting this off his chest, with someone that has a better chance of getting to Atsumu than him and Hinata. 

Hinata’s eyes widened like he just had a revelation, before hurriedly speaking again. “Bokkun, do you remember the other thing we saw Sakkun doing before they started dating?” He looked so excited while saying this. 

Bokuto’s eyes also got wide when he remembered the events that Hinata was talking about. “Oh yeah! I can’t believe we almost forgot to mention it.” He was also now excited about being able to share this.

Osamu was just confused and concerned. Because their attitudes had completely changed on the subject. They looked like they had caught something and were proud of it. This doesn’t exactly bode well for his twin though. “What? What else did he do?” He really needed to know about whatever this was.

Hinata ended up being the one to start speaking first. “Well! What we saw was Sakusa going through Tsumu’s stuff while he was in the showers after practice. Like, his bag and his phone. He always acted like it didn’t ever happen once Tsumu was around again. We both saw it multiple times. And we knew it wasn’t Sakusa’s stuff because of the charmes on the bag and the phone case!” He sagged after he got it out. Very relieved to get it off his chest. 

Bokuto just kept nodding the whole time. Confirming it silently.

Osamu was in shock. He knew his feeling about Sakusa was right! He just didn’t expect this. 

He just stood there with his jaw dropped before clearing his throat. “Thank ya guys for tellin me this. I’ll make sure to bring this up with Tsumu the next time he’s alone here.” After this was said, the two at the counter got up and started walking to the door. Osamu waved at them before going into the back to wrap things up before going back to his apartment. He was sorting through all of the new information he got from Hinata and Bokuto to decide the best way to tell it to his twin. 

… 

It’s been a month since the talk Hinata and Bokuto had with Osamu. In that time Sakusa had gotten Atsumu to move into his apartment with him. They’d been honest with everyone about why they were busy, Atsumu was moving. This information just concerned all of the people who had noticed the signs with Sakusa. They felt like they needed to do something about it before it was too late. 

Sakusa was on cloud nine. He was ecstatic that he could get Atsumu to move in with him so soon from when he had the idea. He brought it with Osamu when asked about his intentions, and they started the moving process two days later. 

With Atsumu fully moved in, Kiyoomi knew it was only a matter of, at most, two more years before he could tie his love to him forever. The way their relationship was moving, they could be married by then. However, he’s had a feeling that something will happen to prevent that recently, he just doesn’t know what. 

Tomorrow is one of the days where he was letting Atsumu see his brother by himself and he had a bad feeling about this today, but didn’t have a reason to make Atsumu stay home with him without making himself look bad, so he let him go. 

… 

When Atsumu showed up at Onigiri Miya, he could almost feel a shift in the air. In anticipation of something. He didn’t know what.

Osamu. Was. Ready. 

He really wanted to let his brother know all of the things he had learned about Sakusa. He didn’t want to see his twin unhappy, but he felt like he needed to break them up. Like it was for the best if they weren’t together. 

He knew he was in the right, but had a bad feeling. 

Osamu knew that he had the rest of the day with his brother, without Sakusa, so he had already arranged for someone else to close the shop after he made food for his brother. It only took about half an hour before Atsumu was done with his food, and Osamu made sure everything at his restaurant would be fine for the rest of the day. 

The twins made their way to Osamu’s apartment to hang out there for the rest of the day. And Osamu was mentally preparing to convince his brother to leave Sakusa. It was for the best. 

It only took them fifteen (15) minutes to reach Osamu’s apartment. When they got there, Osamu got both of them a drink and they settled on the couch. They decided on something to watch and put it on. Then Osamu prepared himself for the conversation ahead of him.

“Hey Tsumu?”

“Yeah Samu?”

“I have something I want to talk to you about.” And when Atsumu looks over at his twin, he’s shocked at how nervous and serious he looks. He just sits up straighter and nods to let his brother know to go on, and that he’s listening. 

“Well… it’s about Sakusa.” He chose to ignore the look his brother gave him and continued speaking. “I’m concerned because of his behavior with you, now and in the past. Right now, he glares at me whenever we’re just talking to each other like normal, and when anyone touches or gets close to you. I get that he loves you, but he gets too jealous so easily, it’s kinda scary. He also actively impedes on your time with other people. Plus, in the past, before you guys were together, he went through your things. Like, your bags and your phone. I know you’re probably upset, but  just want the best for you!” He had resolutely not let his twin interrupt him during his ‘speech’. Watching the expressions go across his brother’s face was kind of satisfying, he felt like he was even more right watching the ‘correct’ emotions show up on Tsumu’s face.

Atsumu himself was shocked, and a bit devastated. At this point in time, sharing personal things, like possessions, was normal with Kiyoomi. But hearing that Kiyoomi was going through his stuff, his phone even, before they were even together, he was upset. He really needed to talk to Kiyoomi about this. 

… 

When he got home, he was preparing himself for the confrontation. He didn’t know if he could handle it, but he needed answers.

Kiyoomi was confused on what was bothering his love when he got back to their apartment. His first thought was that his brother upset him. And that just made him angry. But he needed to stay calm and let Atsumu come to him to get a proper explanation. 

Atsumu seems to take his time with putting his things in their proper places. He took some time to get into some comfy clothes before going back into the kitchen, where Kiyoomi still was. He got himself a glass of water, then sat down across from his boyfriend. He just looked at Kiyoomi and sighed. “We need to talk, Kiyoomi.” He said this resolutely, with no room for argument.

Kiyoomi was sweating by now. Not only was Atsumu upset, but he was apparently upset at HIM. He gulped before speaking, “About what, my love?”

Atsumu sighed again before continuing, “I learned some… interesting information today. Apparently, you’ve been glaring at everyone around me this whole time? Also, before we even started dating and established boundaries, you had been going through my things? These things make me upset, and I just want to know why.” He finished and looked back up at Kiyoomi and paled at what he saw. Kiyoomi looked angry, downright furious. It really scared him.

Kiyoomi was pissed. He never wanted Atsumu to know these things. He also knew that his love was very oblivious and had never noticed these things, so someone had to tell him about these things. He took a deep breath before starting to talk, “Listen, Atsumu. I may have done those things, but I can’t help it. I love you so much. I’ve loved you for years. When we finally got reunited, I couldn’t help myself.” While he was talking he got up and started walking around the table to stand beside Atsumu. “I had to do those things. I knew we were meant to be together, and wanted to know what you were up to without me. I needed to know that there was no competition for your heart.” By this point he was leaning into Atsumu’s face, which was very pale at this point. “Everything was going perfectly. You were, are, going to be mine forever. You’re not allowed to leave me, and everyone else can’t see how good we are together apparently. I know you love me, and I love you. We live together, which will make this easier for everyone.”

“Make… what easier honey?” Atsumu was shaking as he spoke, so scared of the person he thought was so trustworthy. 

Kiyoomi cupped his boyfriend's face before talking again, “Easier to keep you with me until you accept that I’m right. Because I can’t allow those people you consider so close to keep poisoning you against me.” He finished those words with a kiss to Atsumu’s lips. 

Atsumu was so stressed and scared that he could feel his body shutting down. He could see darkness edging in on his vision, and he gradually went limp in his boyfriend’s arms, while staring up at the man that he had mistakenly committed himself to. 

… 

His life had changed drastically when he woke up after that event. He hadn’t been out of their apartment in at least a month, he didn’t even know what excuse Kiyoomi was using with the people that were inevitably asking about him. 

He was scared, but for a different reason now. He was scared because he was forgetting why he had been so upset with Kiyoomi. He’s forgetting all of the bad things that got him in this situation, and that’s scary. 

Then again, maybe it’s not so bad to move onto better times with Kiyoomi. Maybe if he gives into this feeling freely, he’ll be able to go back outside?

~~

~A/N: I’m not sure how I feel about this one… Anyway! I hope you all liked this! I have more in the works!

[riminiscensce]

FRIENDSHIP BRACELETS ִ ࣪𖤐

CHARACTERS … akaashi keiji , bokuto kotaro , hoshiumi korai , kozume kenma

SYNOPSIS ... their crush (you) made them friendship bracelets!

NOTES ... OHHH WRITING FOR HAIKYUU I MISS IT!!! (srry i'm half asleep relying on a nutella sandwich to keep me awake) sry im a bit chaotic rn

CONTENTS ... fluff , gender neutral reader

AKAASHI KEIJI

he finds it adorable, he isn’t usually surrounded by people who do something so silly and simple such as making beady bracelets for their friends. it’s such a pure thought to him and he finds that it fits you really well.

he wears it, of course. not everywhere and everytime (he’s not that obsessed not yet), but usually he pretends that it’s some sort of lucky charm to get him through the day, especially on tough ones.

occasionally, he wears it during plays. not every time. he’s afraid he might break it, and he doesn’t have the heart to break the news to you and maybe ask you for a new one. but luckily, keiji is the perfect guy for keeping fragile things safe.

but he’s also the type of guy to do something in return for someone who he sees in a far different light. so when he comes face to face with the bracelet corner of an art supply store, he starts remembering what you like.

didn’t you mention you liked this shade of color before? he’s sure you did.

do you prefer see through beads or sturdy ones?

would you get annoyed if there were too much dangling from it?

keiji is the type of guy to only get things that are needed, but that didn’t apply when he found himself buying a bit too much for making a bracelet. for you. but it’s for you so whatever.

the following day was when he planned on giving the bracelets to you. plural because he made one too many. (he wasn’t sure which ones you would like so he researched different types of design patterns so that they all wouldn’t look undistinguishable)

“eh?”

“I wasn’t sure how to properly make one, so I made a couple just in case you wouldn’t like some of it.”

“you kidding?” he mentioned how he wasn’t used to making bracelets, but the patterns and effort put into making these ones were just so advanced.

“uh—I wanted to return the favor.” he flicked his wrist up, showing the friendship bracelet that you had made him a couple days ago, still perfectly intact. “say… making these is relaxing, could you teach me a couple patterns?”

“what?! no— how about you teach me how you did this!”

works for him either way.

BOKUTO KOTARO

he gets excited ofc, but he doesn’t really know what it means. but who cares right? his crush just gave him something, it doesn’t matter what it means! he’s just a simple-minded happy guy who gets happy at simple things!

when kotaro heard that you made the bracelet just for him, he’s over the moon. I mean— who else gets hand-made gifts from their crush? not a lot! he feels like he had just struck a gold pot with such a simple gift.

he wears it everywhere. during a game, practice, sleeping, showering, anything kotaro does on a daily basis—but there are people like akaashi or konoha who warns him that the bracelet is still breakable, especially for someone as chaotic as him, the nylon band wouldn’t hold for long if he kept smacking those volleyballs with such strength.

unsurprisingly, it happens during a match. just when kotaro had just hit a line shot, he feels like he’s on a roll. but when he landed back on the ground, the sound of the volleyball hitting the ground wasn’t the only thing heard, nor were the murmurs of the players on both sides.

tiny resin beads fell onto the wooden floor, then silence and dread soon followed kotaro.

the team had to clean the beads up to avoid injury, despite the ace wanting to pick them up and fix it right that instant— he can’t he has to finish the match

of course, this gets kotaro into a bitter taste, missing all his shots, his spikes were clunky, and his serves were ordinary, sometimes even missing.

they still won in the end, then kotaro could finally express his frustrations, not for his lack of play in the game but for the remaining pieces of the hard work you had put into giving him.

you eventually find out about this (through the immense begging of the team to have you confront a shameful kotaro since he himself feels too bad to actually tell you)

“I-I’m so sorry!” the ace acts in a way that felt like he had just done something to betray you (he didn’t but he feels really ashamed)

“kotaro it’s okay really, it—“

“but you worked so hard to make it! you know? like getting those annoying beads through the string and— and those… I really like the designs you did.” It didn’t take long before he started sobbing like a toddler who just had his favorite toy broken.

“really?” despite his playful sobs, you can’t help but chuckle and feel so warm that kotaro felt this way about something you made for him. “if that’s the case, why don’t we make some together? i’ll be sure to make them extra sturdy so they can withstand your amazing spikes!”

“really?!” he switched up so fast just by the thought of spending time with you.

HOSHIUMI KORAI

this guy… he has a lot of pride and unmeasurable ego. you really think he’d accept some silly little bracelets that someone made him that makes him look even more like a child?! of course not!

though in this case, you aren’t exactly just someone hehe. anyone who tried to put something silly on korai would be met with a pissed off expression and some degrading words— but when you fished him out of practice to show him some bracelets, he was confused.

“what are these?” korai knows what those are, he was more-so asking why are you giving it to him.

“friendship bracelets. I made them, aren’t they cute? I made these two for you, see?” he eyed the dangling set of beads that perfectly matched his colors: white, blue, black— one had his jersey number in the center while the other had his first name ‘korai’.

you made these for him? him specifically?

he loves it. but of course. his way of displaying it is just questionable.

“hah?! you really made these silly things for someone like me?!” (translation: i can’t believe you thought of me to the point of making me hand-made things, you’re so precious I don’t deserve you)

“yeah? don’t you like it?”

“well…” yes he does, it sort of pained him when he heard your question filled with sudden regret. “you know, if I receive, my wrists won’t be a stable surface for the ball if I wear that.” (translation: i love it, i’m scared if I might break it while receiving for spiking though, but I also want to wear it all the time so i’m kind of conflicted)

“oh… okay then.” korai flinched when you started to turn away with the bracelets in hand.

but before you could, his hand grabbed your wrists in a typical shojo manga fashion and dragged you closer to him (sorry I just finished rewatching kimi ni todoke)

“i’ll take both.”

when korai returned to practice, both his wrists were dangled with blue-white bracelets, displaying them as if they were hard-earned trophies (they are to him)

he doesn’t make it obvious but he flexes his new bands, to his teammates, classmates, opponents— even to the reporters and viewers. not you though. that’ll be a different story.

but he slips a bit when a reporter approaches him after a victory in the nationals.

“my receives weren’t even in their perfect shape, I bet other players can’t even pull off what I did with something like bracelets on—hah I bet they can’t even get a hand-made gift from someone special like I did—“

“korai-kun, you do know they could be watching right.” his teammate right then and there waved at the camera and called out your name with a “hi!” through the screen.

“h-hirugami— argh! forget it! i don’t want to continue!”

it wasn’t after that day when he received a message from you. “someone special?”

KOZUME KENMA

he was confused. what was he supposed to do with them?

“you wear them? duh.”

“yeah but…”

it was cute. the bracelet and the gesture. but wouldn’t it be too… attractive? wouldn’t other people question him on why he’s wearing something like that around his wrists?

“it’s okay if you don’t wear it, just keep it somewhere.”

only when you left did kenma slip the beady bracelet around his wrist. he shook his arm, ensuring it wouldn’t fall off easily and that it didn’t make much noise.

it felt normal. it wasn’t annoying nor did it get too suffocating, it was just right. it wouldn’t cause much distraction for him.

oh but it did though. just like how much you had occupied his thoughts, so did this bracelet you made for him. every time he was holding his controller, he would be reminded of you because he saw what was around his wrist, which causes him to lose focus on the game and eventually get defeated.

and when setting the ball, his hands are always in view, meaning he could see some of the see through beads glistening from the ceiling lights when he was about to toss the ball, leading him to be distracted and lose focus, completely missing the ball as it lands on his face and onto the floor.

“what’s up with you?”

“nothing, the lights were blinding.”

“maybe your eyes are damaged after playing those video games at night with max brightness.”

“kuroo i’m fine.”

“really?” the captain then points to his wrist, “that bracelet sure does look fine as well.”

before kuroo could get a hand on the beads, kenma snatched his hand away before heading to the bathroom.

he couldn’t ignore the grinning face of his friend as much as he couldn’t ignore the thought of you for as long as he wore this bracelet.

and so he doesn’t.

when you watch him play against some school for a tournament, expectedly, your hand-made gift wasn’t around his wrist.

you expected it, but somehow it felt a bit disappointing.

“what’s wrong?” it was already class, and as usual kenma noticed something wrong about your sudden gloominess.

“nothing.”

“hm.” was all he said before continuing spamming buttons on his switch, you really wanted to ask him.

did he not like it? maybe it was a bit too silly? too out of character for him? you thought that maybe it would hurt his ego (you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have one but more of “image”)

“hey…“ you stopped when you saw a glimpse— just a glimpse of something dangling around his wrist. it was hidden, really well-hidden through his sleeves.

“yeah?”

“oh, nothing.”

“you’ve been saying that a lot.”

“what? not like you don’t say it a lot too.”

“i don’t.”

“yeah? what’s that thing around your wrist?”

“nothing.”

rimi's notes ...

sorry if it feels ehh yk? haven't wrote for hq in like years (i think) i kinda miss it was also supposed to include noya suna and tsukishima but figured it was getting a bit too long eh next time ig (planned to also do this for other fandoms as well) ALSO IDK HOW TO MAKE A MASTERLIST (sidenote: korai is a cutie patootie he deserves more fics here) hearts / reblogs / follows are very much appreciated ★

[ichigomis]

HOW THEY KNOW THEY DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE

tw: angst, hurt, and toxic relationships

everything feels like a burden; something as simple as picking up your calls and texting back seems tiring and taxing. all the things he used to love doing with you seem like something of a big effort that wasn't truly worth it. and all too suddenly, being with you felt like a burden weighing him down, and just the mere thought of having to "deal" with you has him sighing and clicking his tongue.

oikawa, SEMI, TSUKKI, SAKUSA, hoshiumi, KITA, akaashi, terushima

nothing about you excites him anymore; he used to love everything that you do—from your little twirl when you show off your outfit, to your little chuckles when you tell him your stories. but now, it all feels worn off and old. everything about you feels gray, repetitive, boring. and no matter how many times you try to do new things or make sure he's entertained or salvage what you can, he retains the same tired look on his face.

OSAMU, tendō, konoha, hinata, yaku, kunimi, MEIAN. sugawara

he suddenly finds excuses to not show up; "i'm busy," and "i had this emergency," are what fills your conversations. he finds himself surprised at his own creativity when avoiding your invites, and he wonders where his guilt ever goes when he cancels on you at the last minute. the trips you two had planned to go to before now end up a distant memory and your favorite corner booth seats at that little café you both love suddenly are empty. his place in your life is slowly drifting away.

SUNA, bokuto, asahi, hinata, aone, koganegawa, KENMA, komori, yamaguchi

he purposely takes you for granted; he doesn't even pretend to listen anymore, he never gives you the same compliments he gave before, and he never holds your hand like he used to. he purposely makes you wait and wait until you just decide to cancel plans yourself. he leaves you hanging, never calls back, doesn't even bother to check up on you, and goes days without talking to you. and the worst part is, he knows exactly what he's doing.

USHIJIMA, futakuchi, makki, KAGEYAMA, KUROO, daichi, aran

he’s suddenly impatient and irritated with everything you do; he lashes out at you with every little thing you do. he raises his voice when you forget to take the receipt during lunch, he rolls his eyes and leaves you behind when you tell him you need to use the restroom, and he doesn't even bother walking you home as if another minute with you would drive him insane.

IWAIZUMI, tanaka, hirugami, kyōtani, SHIRABU, mattsun, ATSUMU

note: angst as promised ♥️ also, let me just point out that i don't intend to villainize any of the characters with this.

p.s.: this was genuinely so hard to write bc all of them are absolute sweethearts and i genuinely didn't know where to put them ;-; and like i just couldn't picture them doing these in my head but here's the hc nevertheless

rbs appreciated *manifesting you all healthy and loving relationships* » m. list

[chimielie]

roots

summary: Kageyama x Reader. written for @yurens for the @heatwave2021 fic exchange!!

word count: 3k

cw: barely slightly suggestive, pure getting together fluff

a/n: technically this is being posted 17 minutes after the due date 😭 i'm so sorry about that ANYWAY i enjoyed writing this so much and i hope you enjoy reading!!

Kageyama comes home after a long day of extra practice to an overheated apartment and a fridge full of spoiled food. Summer is overstaying its welcome, he thinks, putting the batteries into an old fan that clicks and thunks before finally whirring into life. The sun has gone from being blindingly white to a softer egg-yolk yellow, but the view from his window isn’t as pleasant when there’s no breeze and the plastic plants Hitoka-chan had bought him as a housewarming gift are wilting.

So far, the fan is only blowing warm air around, so Kageyama leaves it to do its work while he takes out a trash bag full of chunky milk and black-spotted cuts of meat. He doesn’t mind, really, since he’s too tired to really attempt cooking and had just planned to microwave something. Now, though, his microwave clock is blank and black; he supposes he’ll have to fight his way through crowds of similarly powerless people to get meat buns at the supermarket.

While he’s on his way back up the complex’s stairs, he pauses to watch an open can roll down one step at a time. When it reaches him, he stops it with his toe, twisting his head to the side to read it.

Pickled peas, the can reads, with a little green graphic of the vegetable. He looks up to see you, two steps above him, focused not on the stray can but on his face.

“Sorry,” he says, “is this yours?” He picks up the can and holds it out to you, but thinks better of the gesture after you unsuccessfully try to maneuver the trash bag you’re carrying so that you’ll have a free hand to take it. Instead, he retracts his hand, still holding your pickled peas can.

“Sorry,” you blink and shake your head. “Sorry, my bag is, uh, overfull. I’m surprised more people aren’t out here, but I guess they’re all probably shopping and stuff for the free air-con.”

Your bag looks like the one he just tossed, and on the verge of bursting as well. Kageyama thinks about how gross it would be if it exploded all over the stairwell and shudders inwardly. Outwardly, his face remains the same as always, if a bit scrunched up in disapproval of— well, he doesn’t know what. Too many things.

“Uh, I can carry that for you,” he says. “If you want.”

“Oh, are you sure? I can,” you start, but he’s already hefting it up, tossing in the pea can, and twisting the top of the bag around, corded muscle bunching up beneath his sweat-soaked t-shirt. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

The two of you walk down the stairs in silence, and he breathes a sigh of relief when the lid shuts over the bag. You introduce yourself and thank him again, and he reciprocates when he accepts, trying to subtly stretch out his right arm.

“What level are you on?” You ask. “I moved here a couple weeks ago; I haven’t really met any of my neighbors yet.”

“Five,” he says, and wonders if he should warn you that he’s not really the best person to be friends with unless you’re a volleyball enthusiast.

“Oh, so am I!” you say, and he’s not sure why the small smile you wear when you look up at him makes his head feel cloudier than it did the time Hoshiumi tried to explain taxes to him. This isn’t the irritated, dark shadow that had passed over him then, though. He blinks profusely and wonders how it can be heating up, how he can feel so blinded when he’s not staring at the sun.

“This is mine,” you say, and he realizes that he’s been so distracted by the sway of your hair and the glow of your skin (there’s a lot of skin, it’s hot, it’s so hot in this powerless building, even in near darkness) that you’ve made it up all the stairs and down the halls, three doors past his own.

“Okay,” he says, and doesn’t move. You don’t, either, taking out your keys but not putting them in the lock.

“I don’t know what I’ll do for dinner,” your warm voice takes on a nervous tinge. “I just threw out most of my food, and I ate most of the stuff that wasn’t bad for lunch.”

He can’t tell if that’s an invitation or real distress. After all, you just moved in. Maybe you don’t know many places to eat yet.

“There’s a supermarket just a block away,” he says. “They have meat buns and other ready-to-eat meals.”

“I’ll look up the address,” you look truly grateful. Not an invitation, then, so he’s not sure why the next words spill out of his mouth.

“Do you want me to show you there?”

He stutters and stumbles over his next words, trying to pry open a way for you out of the outing should you want to walk out. You watch the red slowly rising on his face, admire the way his speech trips from a slow stroll to the speed of a sprinter in the last meters of a race. Finally, he slams on the brakes, an electric calm settling over him when he takes a deep breath and says:

“I’m sorry for all that. You can say no, if you want, but I’d like to get to know you better if you feel the same.”

The calm is splintered all too soon. You can see the panic clawing up his throat, making veins in his neck stand out and the whites of his eyes show as he mutters something about being a stupid idiot under his breath, and so instead of letting him run on his last legs right into the ground, you place your hand (gently, like you’re trying not to scare off a wild animal) on his forearm and pull him right back to earth.

“I’m just as interested as you are,” you say, and let him wonder whether you’re more interested in the market or in him.

In the still summer heat, something is blooming. Little green shoots, poking through soil with the awe of newborns after a lifetime spent buried. Kageyama, although he can’t name the psychical flora, can sense a presence where the fields have been barren for many years, too young yet to require a welcome and watering or even an upheaval.

And he thinks he can see the same feeling rising in you.

He walks you to the grocery, sticking to the shaded side of the street and putting on his most threatening aura to part the cloying crowds of people also trying to find sustenance that won’t turn in the heat.

The heat, the heat, the heat seems to be the most anyone can think about, fanning themselves and commenting on the lateness of sunset and pouring bottles of water on their heads. You don’t seem to wilt beneath the weight of the sun’s wrath, though, keeping up a steady flow of conversation punctuated with enough comfortable silence that Kageyama feels neither awkward nor exhausted. When you nudge him and comment on something you’ve seen, or when you hum in agreement, or when you ask him questions, it doesn’t make him want to respond tersely the way strangers usually do at first. When he snaps at you accidentally or says something that should shut down the conversation, you just laugh lightly and let your tongue rest before he says something— hesitant, perhaps dry, but still something to let you know that he’s here because he wants to be, and he’s here because he’s growing to like you.

When the both of you get back, holding little packages of food, not enough to worry about leftovers going bad, you take the elevator. The walk back was more tiring than the walk there; it’s barely getting cooler.

Kageyama takes your meal into his hands, glad his skin is thick enough that the heat from the bottom of it isn’t so bad. He doesn’t have to balance the package on his fingertips like you did. You glance at him curiously, but say nothing.

When the elevator doors slide open, he steps out first, walks straight to his door and goes inside. Just inside the doorway, he turns to look at you over his shoulder, blue pools stirring with hope in their deepest depths.

You pick up your pace and follow him through.

Kageyama’s apartment is spare, but comfortable. His couch is navy blue and threadbare, his TV admirably old. There’s a table covered in papers— before you can look too closely at what appears to be a magazine with his face on the cover, he’s sweeping them away and dumping them unceremoniously in a pile on the TV stand. The curtains are pulled shut to keep out the sun’s rays and the fan seems to have pulled the temperature down to bearable.

“Here,” he says, pulling out a chair. You take it, letting yourself smile a little wider, knee bouncing beneath the table as he turns to pull out two plates and sets of utensils. “I figure we won’t need to use the microwave.”

“Would it work, anyway?” You return, and he blinks and turns to look at the appliance, which remains lifeless.

“Oh. Yeah,” he seems unfazed by the blunder. “Let’s eat.” So far, he’s seemed supremely nonchalant— except for the blip when he’d asked you to stay by his side.

Well, that was dramatic. It was just groceries and dinner, even if it felt like breaking dawn.

Conversation starts slow, because Kageyama seems so insistent on shoving all his food down before it runs away from him, in addition to some kind of health drink that looks like it tastes worse warm. While the warmth tends to curb your appetite, the walk helped, so you waste no time in chowing down yourself.

Once he’s slowed down, Kageyama speaks. You trade stories of your youth— the first time you rode a bike, the first time he set a ball— of your relatives— he speaks of his grandfather with a reverence you’ve found is increasingly rare, and with a love that you know can’t be pulled from a child with any kind of negligence— of your job and his. You ask if there’s a channel on which you can watch his games, and he offers you free tickets. You’re strangers, but the way you communicate makes you feel like you can see each step to take from here. The path you’re following is one not taken alone.

“It’s dark,” Kageyama notes, when the sun is no longer burning through the curtains. “Should you—”

“Do you have candles?” You say at the same time, then wince. “Sorry, what did you say?” He swallows, then crosses his arms and rests them on the table.

“Never mind,” he shakes his head. “I think so.”

He stands to search one of the rooms down the hall, and returns with a thick handful of taper candles, his other hand holding a bag that he dumps out on the table to reveal a number of candle holders. He winces when they clang against the table, but you’re already putting the two together, needing something to do with your hands.

“Wait,” you look at him, pupils dilated. “Do you have anything to light them with?”

He responds by grinning widely and producing a lighter, and the training of his fine motor skills is apparent as he dexterously lights each taper.

Hinata insists that his smile remains a terrifying freak occurrence when he remembers to; Kageyama’s publicist, who keeps trying to wrangle him into advertising campaigns, vehemently disagrees. His smile remains without his knowledge once every light is successfully lit, and unbeknownst to you, your opinion couldn’t be more different from his orange-haired friend’s.

In the candlelight, he’s more handsome than before, a thought you allow yourself only grudgingly. He invited you to dinner, and Kageyama doesn’t seem like the kind of person to do anything unless he really wants to.

In the candlelight, your face is lit up brilliantly, your features softened and eyes hooded in shadow. Kageyama is often oblivious to the outside world, too focused on his game and his goals to stop and smell the roses, but now he couldn’t break the moment if he tried. He drinks you in, liquid fire rippling over the both of you in slow waves.

“I should probably go,” you say, your tone quiet to match the night, eventually, once the moon is high overhead. “Thank you for being so neighborly. I’m sorry if I overstayed my welcome.”

He laughs a little at that. There’s a fondness in the sound that scratches at his throat and threatens to poke up and out of the cavity, but when you share his mirth, however light, he can’t bring himself to choke it back down.

“You didn’t,” he assures you. “You should come back sometime.”

“Yeah?” You regard him in the doorway with an amused grin.

“Yeah.”

You find yourself dropping Kageyama a line whenever you’re running short on food or company, which quickly transitions into an easy friendship bordering on something more. He tries to drag you out on morning runs, and you convince him to start using skincare products beyond a splash of water at the beginning and end of every day. He complains affectionately about his teammates and listens like you’re the Prime Minister as you rant about your worst work days. With time and care, the wasteland becomes an oasis, lush greenery thriving with every demure smile and brush of skin against skin and shared, sarcastic glance.

It’s on another warm night that Kageyama (Tobio, he reminds you to call him) invites you over, citing the fact that he’s run out of matches to rewatch (a lie) and that his friends are mostly out of town (true). You’re there all too quickly; when he teases you about it, you roll your eyes and tell him that the commute isn’t long.

You’re just finishing your meal, although Tobio’s been done for minutes yet, when the lights flicker out. There’s barely a beat before the two of you pull out your phones in sync, searching for the power map before making twin noises of understanding.

“Power outage,” he speaks first, and you nod.

“Candles?”

There’s a strange sense of remembrance hanging in the air as you walk ahead of him to find the candles; you’ve seen them before on previous expeditions to his home. Strange, the passage of time.

You gather them together, hip-bumping him before you walk out of the room. He lights them, just as he did the first night, and you watch as the sparks flare to life, growing into full flames.

There’s something new in the air this time, though. A breeze brushes over your skin, every hair on your body standing up straight at the touch of the air current. You’ve graduated from sitting across from Tobio to the seat next to him, and you can feel the warm press of his leg against yours. You kick lightly at his ankle, your intent playful, but it does nothing to dissuade the turning tide.

Like the last time, Tobio is captivated. Your eyes shine too brightly in the quickly dimming room, and he feels too relaxed, too ready to do something he hasn’t yet had the chance to think through. There’s something new in the air, but nothing unexpected; nothing that hasn’t been building gradually since he looked up at you in that stairwell and saw all too much more than there was. He was the stranger under the filtered sunshine, the dinner buddy behind the candlelight. But since the first morning, he's wanted to be your lover of tomorrow's tender dawn.

You’re not sure who leans in first.

The first press of lips is electric. You shiver, a full-body shock sweeping over you that prompts you to move quickly where you might have taken things slow, to act when you wanted to learn him first. Your hands push into his hair and cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer or pushing yourself in; you’re not sure. He doesn’t seem to mind the change of pace, just keeps kissing you. Inevitable, is what you think he is, a force of nature washing over you with a steadiness and skill you’ve never experienced.

He doesn’t break away, only lets you pull back and rest your forehead against his when you need to. You can see his blue eyes blinking at you, asking silently why you’d pulled away. You take a deep breath in response, and exhale with an oh as big hands pull you into his lap so he can nose at your neck, up your jaw, along your cheek.

“Tobio,” you whisper his name, and he hums in response, opens one of your hands and places his own in it to hold. “Shit, the lights— the lights are back on.”

They are, throwing the picture in his kitchen into sharp relief. You’re in Kageyama Tobio’s lap, kissing him like you’re promising him forever and more, letting him reciprocate with all the vibrant energy he carries in his soul.

“Everything okay?” He asks, letting go of you just enough that his hands hover over your skin instead of gluing themselves to it.

“Yes,” you say instantly. “Kiss me more.”

[sweetkeiji]

hq boys + one direction !

featuring. various hq characters

note. i saw this video (for anyone who doesn't have tiktok, it's a video of 4 boys dancing and lipsyncing to that's what makes you beautiful by one direction) and i couldn't help but wonder which hq boy would be who and that's how this idea was born

BOY #1 —  he was very enthusiastic about this whole thing, and he’s the one who suggested making this video in the first place. let’s be honest, he probably winked at the wall a few times, imagining that he was making eye contact with a fan in the crowd. also, the final result was posted on his account, on which he already had a pretty big following.

oikawa tooru, miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, terushima yuuji

BOY #2 — he couldn’t take this seriously at all, no matter how many times boy #1 told him to. he did try to keep a straight face a couple times, but he always burst out laughing before they even got to his part.

tanaka ryuunosuke, yamamoto taketora, hanamaki takahiro, tendou satori

BOY #3 — him 🤝 boy #2. when boy #1 told them, "guys please, it's for a tiktok," he replied, “wdym? the public would love this!” he thought it'd be nice to hold the mic upside down for some “extra flavour”. also, don't ask me how i know this, but somewhere among the bloopers and other takes, he did a lip bite during his part. boy #1 is so done with him and boy #2.

kuroo tetsurou, matsukawa issei, suna rintarou, konoha akinori, nishinoya yuu, hirugami sachirō

BOY #4 — he has probably been a 1D fan since their 2010 debut with this song, and he got really excited to do this when boy #1 brought it up. he was most likely the main choreographer. someone please give this guy the award, a high five, a cookie, anything for best energy and dance moves, he deserves it.

hinata shoyo, sugawara koushi, motoya komori

CAMERA MAN — he may be recording, but he's supporting them from behind the camera. probably cheering them on, getting them water, clapping for them when they're done, etc. also the camera skills? amazing, beautiful, 100/10.

akaashi keiji, yamagushi tadashi, kita shinsuke, aone takanobu, ojiro aran

SPECTATING — he's watching his idiots for friends make this video. he may or may not be secretly singing along too. only he knows the truth, and we all know he'd rather descend to the depths of hell than admit that he is, in fact, a 1D fan.

tsukishima kei, semi eita, futakuchi kenji, hoshiumi kourai, daishou suguru

DOESN'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON — he walked in to ask a question and seeing his friends mid-song-and-dance made him go ??? he just slowly backed out of the room, a bit concerned, and mumbled a quick "sorry" for ruining the take.

kageyama tobio, haiba lev, ushijima wakatoshi, asahi azumane, koganegawa kanji, goshiki tsutomu, kyotani kentarou

IN THE OTHER ROOM — while his friends are singing and dancing their hearts out, this mf is just ignoring them. he might be on his phone, watching a show, doing some schoolwork, or maybe even facetiming someone else to complain about the racket they’re making. i wouldn't put sleeping through the noise past him either.

kozume kenma, suna rintarou, daichi sawamura, miya osamu, kunimi akira, sakusa kiyoomi, iwaizumi hajime, shirabu kenjirou

navi. mlist. reblogs are always appreciated!

[toru-oikawas-milkbread]

Aces as Dads

Pairing: Haikyuu boys x f!reader

Warnings/contents: Fluff, fluff, and more fluff

Notes: It’s time for part 2 of the Father’s Day headcanons! The Middle Blockers are really plaguing me because I don’t have any of them done and they’re just a long, unfinished list of names 😭

If you want to see the rest of my preferences and headcanons, you can follow {this link} to my masterlist page!

Hoshiumi

He is a fun dad

That doesn’t mean he leaves all of the disciplining to you, but there is a hefty amount that you end up having to do because he’s weak for your little kids. He can’t handle the way that they look at him all sad and pouty when he’s scolding them, and he prefers to be fun and lighthearted with them. However this doesn’t mean he can’t snap some days and scold them

Hoshiumi has always been a bit on the fence with having kids, but as soon as you got pregnant, he was all in. He promised you that he was going to be the best dad he could, and he made good on that promise. Hoshiumi loves your children more than anything in the world, and once you had them he did not regret it in the slightest

You’re a cute little family that likes going to get ice cream on Sunday’s. If your kids were into sports, Hoshiumi would either teach them volleyball or he would help them learn some other things as well

Hoshiumi would honestly be a good girl dad. He would have tea parties with your daughter, paint their nails and let them paint his, let them put horribly done makeup on his face and teach her things like how to change a tire and how to understand her car as she get older so that she would never be stuck in a situation where she didn’t know how to change a tire and be shamed. He would do the same for his son, but he would still be a good girl dad

Iwaizumi

He is an amazing dad

Iwaizumi is a good disciplinary, however he wouldn’t be mean. He wouldn’t always want to be the bad guy, so things would need to switch up between the two of you. He wouldn’t ever want his children to think he was disappointed in them for the small things, so when he’s disciplining, he’s very gentle and explains thoroughly why he’s upset and why they shouldn’t do what they had done

He seems like the kind of guy to want no more than two kids. Maybe they share a room, a bunkbed maybe, and the two of you move into a bigger place as they age, but I think three might be too many for him

Iwaizumi would be a top-notch, hands-on dad. He would get up often in the middle of the night to “Scare off” monsters in the closet and to feed the baby. He would change diapers when he was home after you’d been with the baby all day. He would help feed them so you could eat your own food. He would do everything he could with you to help lighten the load after a long day

Something that would brighten even the worst of his days would be if you brought the baby to his work just to drop by and say hi. Of course he would be happy to see you both, pressing a kiss to your lips and holding the baby for a minute while the two of you chatted about what errands you were running while he was in-between classes

Kiyoomi

He is a very good, but also very strict dad

He does 90% of the disciplining, however he’s also fun in his own way. He teaches your children responsibility, how to respect people, how to control their temper, how to keep things nice and tidy so that they can live their best life. He would want a very well-behaved little child, however he wouldn’t be too hard on them, because he understands that everyone makes mistakes and he wouldn’t always pressure them to be perfect. The last thing he wants to do is drive your child away from him

Truth be told, Kiyoomi hadn’t ever wanted kids, but he’s happy with your child. He loves them nonetheless and he’s incredibly patient for the most part

He would only want one child if you got pregnant on birth control or convinced him to have one. After that, he’s getting a vasectomy because he doesn’t want two little messes running around his house

As different as life was with a baby, Kiyoomi honestly loves it. He wouldn’t take back getting you pregnant if he had the chance, because even when your kid is driving him up the walls, it’s the same as with you— 100% worth it. When your kid runs up to him and hugs him when he gets home from work and you follow shortly behind, it always puts a smile on his face

Lev

He’s a very fun dad, but that mostly means you do most all of the disciplining

Lev has never been very good at disciplining your kids. He doesn’t have the heart to do it, so most of the time you’re left with the work. However, he does help you teach them life-lessons and show them how to be a fun-loving, good person. If you needed him to do something, he would jump right on it because he loves his kids and he wants to help out

Lev seems like a small family guy. I think he would want a couple of kids, maybe stopping at two or three and adopting a family pet after that

He would have so much fun with you setting the nursery up, excitedly telling everyone he sees that he’s going to have a baby, helping you in the middle of the night with the baby, though he’s often times home unless he’s having a photo shoot, so you’re not alone for too long before he comes back to help

Lev would love to teach your children how to play volleyball or if they wanted to be a model when they got older, helping them into the modeling career a little bit. He would help support them through anything that they wanted to do, but he wouldn’t be the parent to go to if they were struggling with homework

[atsuminthe]

I'm up in the middle of the night thinking of thirsts and now I wanna make it your problem too 😤 Also the below is VERY NSFW cause I'm a FUCKING degenerate.

I've been brainstorming about things to write for Kinktober after I finish my current WIP (it's a JJK fic if you're interested 👀) and I really want to do something with exhibitionism and/or voyeurism and I can't get the thought of one of the HQ accidentally catching Reader masturbating. (I'll be using female pronouns for Reader)

Well, it starts off accidental. Like, let's say you two are mutual friends and mesh within the same friend group (I'm think Iwa for this one because of course, I love him, but it could be anyone!) and for the most part it's been pretty platonic. He has a small crush on you that you're unaware of but it's nothing too major and he thinks it'll pass, even if the others occasionally tease him about it.

And I like to imagine the lot of you plus some other friends - like a big, diverse group - decide to take a short vacation and pool some money together to rent a place since it'll be cheaper than booking a hotel stay. And let's be generous and assume you get your own room 😌 Yeah we're rich. Anyway-

Like in the middle of the night, maybe he has to use the bathroom or grab a drink but he hears something that almost sounds like a groan come from your room? His tired brain doesn't register that he should mind his own business but instead thinks you're in pain and he wants to make sure you're okay. The door is already ajar and when he goes to knock the door nudges open a bit and he sees you in the middle of the bed and he kinda just stares.

Cause you're in the middle of the queen-sized bed with one leg up in the air while you're thrusting a dildo in and out of your cunt at quick, steady speed. Thank god you don't see - or notice, you seem pretty distracted - him otherwise he might combust.

And immediately he wants to back away and pretend like he never saw anything, maybe rub one out real quick, and try to look you in the eye tomorrow.

But at the same time, like...you sounds so wet. He can hear the wet sounds of you fucking yourself from where he is and the soft moans and whimpers coming from your lips, and oh god you're talking dirty to yourself ("Please, Daddy," and "Gimme it," and "Keep going,") and to him that's so fucking hot.

So he just...watches. He licks his lips because the idea of you even bringing that with you spurs so many ideas in his mind and shakes what he thought he knew about you to his core. It wasn't like he didn't think you had sex or desires or anything like that but you seemed so...balanced? Put together? You had a good head on your shoulders and were an absolute sweetheart - it's what he likes most about you - and while it wasn't like he's never thought of you sexually before, but you seemed like the kind of person that's pretty vanilla in bed. He can see that he's mistaken.

He hears you twitch and moan and he feels like an awful pervert when he can feel how painfully hard he is when you cum, how messy and wet you sound as you bury your face in the covers to muffle yourself, and he stops to gather himself so he can creep back to bed without drawing attention to himself and jerk off.

And he...almost does. He's a couple of steps away while you're gathering yourself when he hears you whimper again. And shortly afterwards, a faint buzzing.

He stops. You're...going again? Really? Already? But he's already about to leave...this is an invasion of your privacy and he's a pervert and he should feel horrible for this but-

He stays behind to watch, this time with his cock out.

And the day afterwards he feels like the scum of the earth when he sees you so bright and cheery when you tell everyone you slept like a baby - and he thinks 'Yeah, after masturbating three times in a row-'

He tries to be normal throughout the day when one of your friends tells you about how stressed she's been and how she doesn't understand how well you're able to handle it and to share your secret. He sinks down in his chair and he tries not to get hard while you give some general advice, but then throw in, "Although sometimes I need...alternative methods to relax, y'know?"

And then you sharply call his name. And when he looks at you his blood goes cold. Because normally you're sweet, kind and generous and give whatever advice you can, so why are you looking at him like the cat that ate the canary-

"You'd know all about that, though, right? How do you relieve stress?"

You're smirk is sly - when did you look so predatory? - and he can't breathe because oh.

You knew.

(Also if this is too much for a thirst I totally apologize! I don't want to make you uncomfortable! 😫)

HOLY SHIT LILY THIS WAS GORGEOUS i loved every second of it. this was all just chef’s kiss mhm mhm now i’ll think about this all day <3

this is definitely akaashi, MEIAN, bokuto, the miya twins, tbh i can see sakusa here too, hoshiumi, THE SEIJOH FOUR (yes all of them) and kuroo

[mrskurono]

a/n: AHAHAHAH YAH THOUGHT I WAS ONLY GONNA WRITE ONE THING FOR MY BABE. SNAKE ANON YOU HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF FOR THIS word count: 1.1k tags: pwp, age gap, MILF fucking, cougar/sub relationship, unprotected sex, slight voyeurism if you squint, fucking in a half bath, needy Kourai, long time coming, fucking at a family get together?, unedited character(s): Korai Hoshiumi (hq) synopsis: Long time friend of the Hoshiumi family, when Aki invites you and your kid over to celebrate Kourai’s first ever line up in the Japanese Olympic Men’s Volleyball Team you jump at the chance to celebrate with them. All find and dandy when Kourai’s childhood feelings mesh with his adult ones and suddenly he’s not the same little kid following around his brother and your kid anymore.

nsfw undercut ⇾ ⇾ ⇾

“Fuck being little. I’m not little anymore everywhere it counts Ms. L/N, I can promise you that much.”

Cornered in the twenty six year old man who no longer just came up to your waist line. Maybe you didn’t have to look up to meet his golden eyes boring into you. But it certainly made you feel smaller than ever before with his broad shoulders keeping you pinned to the wash basin as Kourai blubbered on.

“Please.” He pleaded, unsure where to put his hands as he looked your familiar frame up and down. How it hadn’t changed all these years and Kourai was certain he could feel his cock twitch in his shorts just from being crammed in the little bathroom together, “Please! I’m not a little kid anymore! I promise I can make you feel good!”

“Kourai I-” Heat rose up to flush through your chest and face. Swearing you could feel his breath on your neck this close to him. You swallow hard as your hips press into his and the clear outline of his cock presses to your inner thigh, “Your family...they’re right outside....we shouldn’t-”

He quickly shook his head, “They’re fine! We’ll be quiet! Kiss me and we can be quiet no one uses this bathroom! Please Ms. L/N I love you- I- I’m so nervous-”

This was too sad for you not to help the poor man. Outside the bathroom was a celebration for Kourai’s success. But here he was begging you to really make it special. Undoubtedly you fold into his needs unable to not give him what he wants.

“Of course Kourai lets-” Barely any time to give him the green light and his lips are mashed onto yours. Stealing your words for a lewd moan as Kourai’s hands grip your hips and pull you into him.

The amount of times he’d laid in bed. After visiting your house. Smelling your perfume. The same one you wore now. Thinking about how soft your skin would be or how amazing your lips would feel. Every thought Kourai stole away about you over the years now blossoming at the forefront of his mind like he was a horny teenager again.

No kiss had ever felt this perfect. Pushing up against you as the kiss became heated. Fingers through his short cropped white hair. And his own fumbling with the waistband of your bottoms. Yanking them down as he goes to kneel as well. You stop him quickly.

“Fuck me- Just- Fuck me already Kourai-” Your voice sends a shiver down his spine. All the years he’s heard you say his name. Hearing it like this though. It’s all he ever wanted.

Struggling to rid himself of his shorts. All he can do is get them down past his thighs before Kourai is grinding up against you. Slipping his fingers against your slit. Juices coating his fingers as he relishes the feeling of your cunt against his fingers. No one he’s ever been with even coming close to how badly he’s wanted to fuck you.

Slimy juices coating his fingers. Kourai rubs his wet fingers all over the head of his cock before he grips himself and tries to position himself at your entrance.

Hot and heavy breathing between the two of you. You can only help by hiking your leg up on the toilet seat right next to you both. Edge of the counter digging into your lower back but none of that matters as you feel Kourai’s cock press against your entrance.

“Fuck- Y-Your so tight Ms. L/N-” Kourai groaned as he had to grip his cock harder and dip his hips up under you trying to stuff every inch of himself in you.

Fingertips digging into his broad shoulders you can’t believe to hear such a thing after having a kid. But the second Kourai has all of himself in you. Gripping your hips to rut deeper in you. Every nerve in your body is on fire with pleasure. 

“ ‘s big-” Gulping down the moan bubbling in your throat. You’ve never had someone so big in your life. And little Kourai of all people. When he catches your lips back on his and the lewd string of moans leave both your lips. 

Countered only by Kourai’s heavy breathing. Hot breath against your lips in fleeting kisses. He doesn’t ask before he starts thrusting into you. So much more than you’ve ever been use to. When he pulls all the way back and slams his cock deep inside you, your glad his lips are against yours.

“Fuck-” Kourai groaned against your cheek, “Fuck- Your so tight- Ms. L/N I’ve wanted to fuck you so bad- You’re so pretty- I-”

“Y/N- Just call me Y/N-” Panting against his ear as Kourai forces you to nearly bounce up and down with each thrust. Leaving you to cling to his shoulders as your hips feel like jelly with his cock splitting you open.

Something about hearing your first name drives him crazy. Kourai can hardly contain himself. Feverishly fucking you against the counter in his own family bathroom. Lost to the pleasure of the way your cunt tightens around him. Paired with your lewd noises. Lost in it all before he realizes something suddenly feels different.

“Cumming! Oh god Kourai! Fuck I’m cumming!” Your pleading moans enough to snap him out of his trance. 

Kourai’s hips on auto pilot before he realizes what’s happening. Hasty to promise to keep quiet the man smashes his lips back against yours. Angling it just right to push deeper inside you and force you to come utterly on done on your own friend’s son’s cock. 

Breath hitching in his chest just as he feels your cunt tighten around him. Kourai can feel every muscle like he’s in heaven. All too soon realizing he’s unable to stop either. Kiss turning sloppy and wet as he ruts his hips up into yours. 

Your name falls from his lips so easily. Like he’s said it a million times. Because he has. He’s came so many times to the thought of you taking his seed. And now it was finally happening. Moaning your name first the first time outside his bedroom. Kourai comes completely undone as his hips shudder and the man pins you to the counter. Leaving you to do nothing but ride out your orgasm as Kourai pumps you full of every single drop of cum in him.

In the moments following the high your lips feel his leave. Kourai slowly pulls his cock out of you reluctantly just so he could regain his own composure. Feeling the gush of cum dribble down your thighs. But nothing as embarrassing as the plop of cum drooling out of your cunt onto the bathroom floor between your legs.

Both of you look at the creamy cum staining his family’s bathroom floor. And then at each other. Still out of breath Kourai opens his mouth about ready to say something but you interrupt him, “Tiny giant....but nothing about you is tiny anymore.”

[sachirou-senpai]

Kageyama, Yaku, Kenma and Hinata as sugar daddies.

request: ELLIE YOU CAN'T GET AWAY WITH PUTTING THIS IN MY HEAD AND LEAVING ME LIKE THIS AHSHSUSVSHS,,,, can I request some headcannons for Kageyama, Yaku and Kenma as sugar daddies? Or Hinata!!! Even though he's a sugar baby already shsghsbas ;;; Or you can choose whichever you like best between them??? I will be happy with every crumb I can get 🙏

warnings: mentions of s*x and sugar daddy/sugar baby relationships, hoshuimi is a nosy bitch, yaku has the confidence of a god (must be a leo thing) kenma is so cute ahhh, Hinata just wants someone to love and call mommy, i really love this. implied fem!reader for hinata, although i guess you could call a gn person or a male reader mommy. whatever floats your boat.

a/n: this was very fun. ;)

Kageyama:

what the fuck

how did he even get a sugar baby?

great question

it happened because he had a fuckton of money and had no idea what to do with it

and hoshuimi, of course

cause hoshiumi's a nosy lil bitch

saw kageyama checking his bank account app on his phone and was like

WHAT THE FUCK WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MUCH MONEY

it's cause he never spends it

hoshuimi offhandedly tells him he should get a sugar baby

later that night kageyama googles what a sugar baby is

he's shook

doesn't think about it for months

until he gets this ad for a "meet sugar babies" website on a volleyball video he was watching

he thinks oh hell, why not

so he signs up, and meets you

he's so awkward oh my god

but you think it's adorable, and you're glad he's not some old dude

he doesn't know what to do so he asks you a lot of questions about what you like and stuff

the first thing he sends you, i kid you not, was a fucking volleyball

you call and ask him about it and he's like:

"it's the best quality"

you keep it.

eventually he starts sending you stuff you ask for, which works out better for both of you

you help him with the concept of a 'luxury life'

eventually gets a black card and literally just says:

"please use it for me, i don't know how"

and you're like damn okay

the first time you attempt to do something sexual he literally short circuits

you have to explain to him that a sugar baby usually repays their sugar daddy/mommy with sexual favors

he makes the 😮 face

he didn't even think you were sexually interested in him?

he'd be lying if he didn't think you were the most beautiful thing he's ever seen

and he's definitely had some um, not so pure dreams about you

and definitely jacked off to the pictures you've sent him

which he just thought was to show him what you liked

so god if he didn't fucking jump your bones right then and there

it was uh, intense, to say the least

best sex of your life

and the cuddles afterwards? on point.

you two get very attached

he really really likes you

introduces you to the team

which was embarrassing

eventually, you decide you want to become financially independent, and so you tell him you want to cancel the agreement

he fucking cries

he so desperately doesn't want to lose you

cause he's fallen in love with you

he tells you about all of the feelings and how you make him want to do anything for you and he's sobbing while telling you

you're shook, because you've kinda been developing feelings too

so you're like, okay, no sugar daddy stuff, be my boyfriend instead

total 180°

tackles you and holds you, on the floor, for like 3 hours

he still spoils you, it's a habit of his now

but you don't really mind, because you have one hell of a man by your side

(gimmie a kageyama pls)

Yaku:

knows exactly what he's doing and knows exactly what he wants.

You.

he probably met you at some sort of event, you going because you were the personal manager for some really weird guy there

he knew he wanted you the second he saw you

and he was straight up about it too

we're talking like walking up to you and saying:

"quit your job, let me take care of you."

and you're surprised, because who just says that?

you don't even know what happened, but you said yes

quit your job that night, and left with him

yeah, you fucked on the first night but so what?

he is the best sugar daddy omg

he already knows what you like just by looking at you

(no he doesn't, he's just called Alisa so many times she swears her phone is gonna break)

he's more of a surprising you with what he's gonna buy kind of guy, but he always enjoys when you surprise him

he takes you everywhere with him

he has a game in another country? you're going. guaranteed.

he just always wants to be near you

it's clearly more than a sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship from the start

and he likes it that way

he just doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, so he doesn't say anything

you two fuck....a lot

it's clearly not because of the arrangement anymore

you're just naturally drawn to each other

it's intense

and you spend a lot of time together, not only because he literally takes you everywhere

just because you like it

there'll be periods of time where he doesn't buy you anything and you don't buy anything either, but you still stick around and you still have sex

and that's when he knows you actually have feelings for him

HE'S SO HAPPY OMG

you've been in the arrangement for several years

you're practically dating

and so one day he just asks you to marry him and you're like

fuck yes

who wouldn't want to marry yaku morisuke?

cause i sure as hell want to marry him

Kenma:

i think kenma likes to watch twitch streams in the background while he's playing his games

it's just relaxing

with a fake account, of course, he didn't need all the hype from when he joined their stream

one day, a streamer he was watching ended their steam and raided yours

he first heard your voice and was SHOOK

you had the prettiest voice he'd ever heard

so he looked at his computer screen and nearly died

how could someone have such a pretty voice and a pretty face?

wildly unfair, he thought to himself

at first it was just a low-key thing

he'd watch your streams, whenever you were streaming

it was a miracle you two never streamed at the same time

you were just his go to relaxation method

one day, he heard you mention offhandedly that you were struggling with money

and so you know what he did?

donated 10k

he was already basically in love with you, so why not help you out?

and your reaction was perfect

you started smiling so hard, and thanking him over and over

it put a smile on his face for the next week, kuroo though he was sick

and he did it again, the week after

and again

and again

and so finally you messaged him asking why he kept sending you so much money

and he just sent you his number, with the message "call me"

you were so nervous

but you did

AND OH MY GOD IT WAS KODZUKEN?

WHAT?

you were such a big fan

and you really didn't know what to do

he was ever so kind, (lmao no) and just said:

"let me take care of you. i don't want you to ever have to stop streaming and go find a job that makes you more money."

you're so surprised you can't even speak

WHO SAYS THAT??

KENMA FUCKING KOZUME, APPARENTLY

you agree so hesitantly, and he notices

"you deserve it, please don't feel bad. i want to spend my money on you."

"o-okay"

"good."

and so that's exactly what he does, he'll just send you money every week

and little trinkets too, stuff you've mentioned in your streams or in the calls you'll have

you don't live close at all, but you wanted to meet up

he was sooooo nervous

kuroo, yet again, thought he was sick

and he probably was

but he came to you, and you just walked around a little, you showing him your favorite things about your city

he was just staring at you the whole time

he had come to stay with you for a week

and insisted that you stayed in a hotel with him, even though your house was literally right there

you slept in different beds

until one night you just got really paranoid about the horror game you played earlier

so you walked over and just got into bed with him

he was half asleep, but all he knew was the person of his dreams was laying in a bed next to him and he would hate himself in the morning if he didn't hold you close as physically possible

you woke up in each other's arms

annnnd that's when you both knew you were done for

he asked you to move in the day before he left

you said yes

(now i want a kenma too)

Hinata:

oh my god what a baby

he just wanted someone to be with, really

atsumu was the one who suggested it

after kenma stopped sponsoring Hinata, he ended up learning how to manage his money and he was really good at it??

he invested well and now had a loooot of money

he was talking about his money like a Grown Man

and atsumu was like,

"do ya spend any of it?"

"yeah, on my investments"

"no, i meant like on yourself"

"well for food and stuff"

"LIKE FOR ENJOYMENT"

"m-my gym membership?"

"oh my fucking god"

so atsumu tells him to get a sugar baby

"a baby? i don't have the time for a child!!!"

queue atsumu literally dying inside

he shows Hinata an app and is like,

"don't worry, they're all grown"

"oh"

so atsumu helps him fill out the profile for the app

atsumu uwu's inside when he sees Hinata checked the box for 'emotional fulfillment only'

cause like, what a precious baby

anyway, a couple hours later he gets a match

and he's like

"WOAH ATSUMU LOOK LOOK HOW PRETTY THEY ARE"

"damn, okay hinata, nice kill"

he's so happy to find someone to talk to besides his family and volleyball friends

you two talk

ALL

THE

TIME

and he sends you the cutest things omg

like a little plushie he saw? in the mail the next day

some MSBY merch? yeah, he's sending that too

little snacks he thinks you'd like? yep, those are going too

he sends you the stereotypical sugar baby stuff too, like pretty dresses and suits and lingerie and jewelry

he was blushing so hard when he tried to put the lingerie in the mail, atsumu had to do it for him

a couple days later, you send him a picture of you wearing it

he

wow

sure, he knew you were pretty, and was undeniably physically attracted to you

but he'd never felt like that

he took the LONGEST shower

he couldn't even message you till the next morning because he knew he'd have to look at the picture and god he'd never get to bed if he looked at it any more

he was surprised in the morning when he had messages from you saying sorry and that you shouldn't have sent it and that you didn't mean to make him uncomfortable

that you would understand if he wanted to call off the arrangement

he was like WHAT???? NOOOO

so he drives alll the way to where you live and pounds on your door

you're like hinata what?

"PLEASE DON'T THINK THAT I HATE YOU AND WANT TO CANCEL THE ARRANGEMENT I JUST DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO DO YOU LOOKED SO PRETTY AND I JUST I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT AND THEN I STARTED THINKING ABOUT BAD THINGS LIKE WHAT IT WOULD BE LIKE IF YOU DID NAUGHTY THINGS TO ME AND I WANT IT I WANT IT REALLY BAD I-"

you're kissing him

wait

YOU'RE KISSING HIM???

holyshitholyshitholyshitholyshit

he doesn't know what to do

he's desperately trying to process what you're doing, but with your tongue shoved down his throat that's a little hard

so you know what he does?

he fucking whines

and you're like ohhhh shittttt

yeah you fuck

and you get the nickname mommy

which you love

such a sweet relationship

yes, relationship

you got together

he's so happy

looks like he got laid all the time

(which he usually did, but that's beside the point)

he's just giddy

and it's the cutest thing

10/10 relationship, please cherish him forever

(now i want a kageyama, yaku, kenma and a hinata DAMNIT)

oh my god this was so fun and perfect

@warmbearhugs i'm so glad we talked about with this, and i'm so glad you requested it

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[whoreshijima]

Romero would make you regress so often on accident 😭 he really wouldn't mean to, he just naturally acts in the exact way that clicks a switch in your brain and has you babbling. The problem is that he absolutely hates to leave you alone like that, always taking you with him. It embarrasses you once you're back to your usual state of mind, not that he cares, but he carries you into the gym with you on his hip and a pink bag slung over his shoulder. His team is a bit taken with you, always staring with amazement when he's got you held up to his chest and you pull on his hair as if he isn't giving a completely serious speech. They like sitting with you, and he'll go to the bathroom then come back to find Ushijim and Hoshiumi pushing a ball back and forth with you while Kageyama fixes your hair and rearranges all the barrettes and Bobby pins in it to look like scattered sprinkles. Now, they aren't the sharpest crayons in the box, so they don't really get it, but they know they don't mind it, and it takes some time before they realize they're kinda good at it. Ushijima, at some point or another, connects that he does the exact same thing, but he just tries to be relatively quiet when it happens so no one notices. Kageyama adores you. He really does. At first he had all kinds of thoughts about why Romero shouldn't bring you to the gym, now he's upset whenever you're not there, all pouting and huffs. Hoshi terrified you the first time. He walked over, leaned down, and looked at you, and it just made you start bawling from how wide his eyes were. Then he became determined to make you like him. Romero wanted to kill him for a split second when he reentered the gym to find you crying your eyes out while Hoshiumi tried in desperation to make you stop. You quieted down the second your daddy lifted you up, just pulling on his shirt and sniffling into his shoulder while wiping all your tears off on him while he sent Hoshi a look that could kill before ordering him to do laps. He became a your big teddy bear once the other began running, cooing and rubbing your back, kissing your cheek while bouncing you in his arms to make you giggle. He tries to get you to take a nap during the last hour of practice, sets up your pink mat, blanket, pillow, and whatever stuffies you brought that day, including the one you bring with you everywhere, then convinces you to lay down with your headphones on and watch the movie he picked out for you. It usually leaves you knocked out within a few minutes until he's quietly collecting everything, then carrying you out to the car, waking up in your usual mindset while he's putting you in the backseat.

"Hm?"

"There's my girl. You wanna ride in the front? Only my big girl can ride in the front." He doesn't mean to, but the stuffie he's placing in your arms, and the hand so carefully putting your seatbelt in place have you starting to regress all over again, and he's more than happy to take care of his little girl.

Imagine going with them on away trips!!! The airport is scary but also exciting!! Holding hands with your daddy Romero as he leads you through the halls and lounges, squeezing your hand when it gets really busy before pulling you into his side for safe keeping 🥺 he can’t have his little girl straying and getting lost.

So for extra protection and help… you hold Ushijimas large hand in your other hand!! It means you can’t hold your stuffie but Romero and Ushijima hold them for you and promise to keep them safe for you until you’re sat down! Hoshi carries the bag that’s got all your things in it; you have two bags, just in case you return to your adult brain so he carries one on each shoulder.

Sitting on Romero’s lap as you show kageyama how your new game on your iPad works and giggling about all the characters and the glitter medals you earn!! All whilst he readjusts your hair and the clips that are in it. Kageyama just nods and Hums along, occasionally gasping with a “no! Really, that’s so cool princess!” Before going back to brushing your hair.

On the actual plane ride it’s just you and your daddy and he’s quick to try and keep you occupied before you run havoc in first class: but the pain in your ears makes you sniffle and cry and before you know it you have a whole team of volleyball players trying to calm and coo at you. But what you really need is to just be with your daddy. It doesn’t take long before Romero is barking at them to give you some space as you climb into his lap for a cuddle and maybe a nap. You fall asleep counting how many clouds there are; too many for your brain to count!!! And wake up refreshed and in your adult brain

[jinkicake]

What Happens When You Ignore Ushijima Wakatoshi

Note to self, Ushijima always craves your attention during a game.

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Here you go Anon~ I hope this is good and filthy enough! I’m not that really good at writing long-ish fics because I have trouble tying in all the pieces together. There might be some typos, hopefully not, but I can only go over my words so many times LOL. Yeah, long story short, Ushijima makes me go feral. PLUS FERAL! 

This contains SPOILERS. Nothing too much just timeskip manga stuff, mainly Schweiden Adlers.

THIS HAS 1.5K WORDS OF SMUT // NSFW 

WC- 2,709

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“You’re going to do great, Wakatoshi!” You encourage your boyfriend as the two of you walk through the gym. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here for you the entire time, okay?” Ushijima tries to hide the smile on his face but is unable to do so when your lips peck his cheek.

“Thank you (Y/N),” He leans into your touch and you reach up to run your fingers through his hair, smoothing it out to perfection.

“I’ll be in my usual spot, okay?” You tell him and Ushijima nods, already knowing where you sit in the arena, his fingers pinch the identical jersey you have on that matches his own. With one last kiss, Ushijima heads off to the locker room.

You turn around after deciding to head to one of the merchandise booths to see if you can find anything to send to Ushijima’s mother but, much to your luck, you run right into the chest of someone very familiar. You pull back and notice the thick black curls and legendary mask on his face.

“Yo, Omi-omi?” You gasp in shock at your old classmate, not at all expecting to see him here. “What are you doing here? Did you come with Komori?” You look around for his cousin and Sakusa simply takes in the jersey you have on.

“You’ve always been a big fan of Wakatoshi, haven’t you?” He teases and you narrow your eyes up at him as he brings up your old high-school crush who, luckily, became your boyfriend after Sakusa pulled some strings.

“It’s been like five months since we’ve last seen each other and that’s the first thing you say to me?” You scoff and gently punch his shoulder, remembering all the times you two spent together at Itachiyama. “How have you been? I’ve been watching some of your games.”

The two of you talk for a while and you eventually invite him back to your seats.

“I always have Wakatoshi score me an extra ticket in case my friend wants to come or something,” You explain and Sakusa refrains from rolling his eyes.

“You simply use Wakatoshi for his power, don’t you?” He asks and you cross your arms over your chest.

“No, I don’t. I very much love my Wakatoshi.” You tell him honestly and your eyes fall on your boyfriend, Ushijima glances over at you and a large smile appears on your face when you wave at him.

“He was looking at me.” Sakusa leans back into his chair and you have to hold yourself back from tackling him, his teasing competitive nature getting the best of him. “Ah, Kageyama?” He scoffs and you glance at your old friend and then back at the setter. Sakusa looks over at you. “You know him?”

“Mmm, not really. I’ve bumped into him like once or twice, he seems nice?” You really don’t know what to think about Kageyama, you don’t know much about him.

“You remember our second-year when Wakatoshi wasn’t able to come to nationals because his team got beat?” Sakusa asks and you nod, you were really butthurt back then. “That was Kageyama’s team.”

“Oh, really? And now, they’re teammates?” You gasp and Sakusa nods. “That’s so weird, they seem like they get along though.” Out of the corner of your eye, you glance at your old friend. “You jealous of Kageyama? That he gets to play with Wakatoshi and you don’t?”

That comment sparked a long argument filled with bickering between the two of you and before you know it, the second set had begun. Not that you noticed, you were too busy catching up with an old friend.

Ushijima noticed, he watched you the entire time. He watched every interaction, every laugh that left your lips, every time you touched Sakusa, and it made him spike the ball much harder than he needed to. Kageyama simply looks at Hoshiumi with a raised brow and the wing spiker motions to where you are sitting, it still doesn’t make sense to Kageyama. What do you have to do with how Ushijima plays?

The Schweiden Adlers still win, not that it comes as a surprise to anyone, especially when it is an early match in the season like this one is.

Ushijima, in his dense head, manages to push down how he is feeling. The feeling of frustration over how you didn’t look at him once while he was playing. He is whole-heartedly jealous even if he doesn’t realize it. When he finally leaves the locker room he is rudely awakened. There you are waiting for him like normal, but this time you are with someone else.

You are still talking with Sakusa.

“Wakatoshi! Look who I found!” You excitedly grab his arm and bring him toward your old friend. Ushijima notes with an irritated expression that you don’t congratulate him on the match or praise him like you usually do.

“Wakatoshi.” Sakusa greets, subtly nodding his head and Ushijima does the same. Except, he even refuses to acknowledge Sakusa past that. You notice the tense air rather quickly and try your best to smooth it over.

“We should all go out to eat, Sakusa already has a place in mine, it’ll be fun.” You tell him, trying to warm Ushijima up to the idea while at the same time calm his anger down. You don’t understand why he is so upset.

“I will just meet you at home.” Ushijima stiffens and coldly disregards you, breaking from your grasp, he sends Sakusa one last nod before walking off.

“I should check on him.” You sigh and turn back to Sakusa. “I’m sorry, rain check, you still have my number right?” Sakusa nods and you send him a sympathetic smile before running off to where Ushijima went.

Thankfully, you catch up to your boyfriend rather quickly, you find Ushijima right outside the subway next to the arena.

“Wakatoshi, wait!” You call and grab onto his arm when you get the chance. Ushijima glances at you once before going back to looking straight ahead of him, he is clearly ignoring you. “What’s wrong?” Your question is met with nothing.

When you finally get back to your apartment, Ushijima heads straight to the bedroom as he still ignores you. You quietly take off your coat and put away your bag before following him.

It’s quite the surprise that you find him laying on the bed, already watching playbacks from the game on his phone, usually, he does this later at night.

“What’s wrong?” You ask again and Ushijima finally turns to you and you can practically see the anger swimming in his eyes.

“Why do you even go to my games if you are not going to watch?” He asks and you raise a brow at him. You softly shut your eyes before taking a deep breath.

“I was watching, I always watch you, what are you talking about?” You press, not liking his sudden change in attitude, at the same time you take off your annoying jeans. All that you are left in is his large jersey and your panties, your socks already flung elsewhere. 

“All I saw was you watching Sakusa.” He glares and you click your tongue, trying your hardest not to scoff. Deep down you realize, he’s just jealous. 

“Shouldn’t you be paying attention to the court and not me, Wakatoshi? It’s my job to watch you.” You tease and poke his nose, Ushijima’s face doesn’t falter. “Are you really that upset?” You ask as you climb onto the bed. “Wakatoshi, I’m sorry, you know I love you right?” 

Ushijima simmers in his frustration and goes back to his phone. You heave a sigh and take your underwear off, leaving his jersey to be the last thing that leaves your body.

“Let me make it up to you Wakatoshi,” You gently cup his cheek and climb onto his lap, from where you rest on his hips you can see how upset he is and your cheeks puff out in frustration. You try to kiss him but Ushijima dodges your lips and instead tightly grips your hips, his phone now forgotten.

“On your knees.” You cautiously look up at your boyfriend but still drop to your knees obediently, shuffling down in-between his legs. Your innocent eyes nearly make him groan, there is nothing innocent with what he is about to do with you. Ushijima palms his clothed cock and audibly grunts when your smaller hands take over for him. Your hands run along his strong, muscular thighs while purposely skimming over his most sensitive parts. With another look up at him you see his olive eyes already staring back at you, you know you have to get to work. Slowly you pull at the waistband of his shorts, bringing them down his thighs while every so often looking back up at him to check for his reaction. 

Ushijima’s hard cock slaps up against his stomach and you bite your lip at the thoughts coursing through your head, just the sight makes butterflies wind up in your stomach. You lean forward and place a single peck on the head of his cock before taking him into your mouth. The pace you have set is slow as you let yourself adjust to having his large length inside of your mouth. Ushijima sighs and tips his head back when you run your tongue along the underside of his dick, your warm mouth sucking him in feels heavenly.

He needs more.

You glance at his hands fisting your hair before looking up at him, Ushijima only stares blankly down at you. He gently cups your cheek while gently stroking the skin with his thumb before he continues.

“I am going to fuck your face.”

You have to appreciate the warning, you gently pull off of him and let yourself take a deep breath before taking him in again. Ushijima guides you along his length, setting the pace to which you bob your head up and down to take him down your throat. Your nose brushes against his pubes and you gag loudly once it finally registers just how deep he is inside of you. Your nails pinch his thighs as you try to keep up with his pace. The only thing keeping you going is hearing his moans and praises.

“Such a good girl sucking me off like this, so good.” Ushijima grunts, tightening the grip he has on your hair. The jealous from before is still resting in his belly, even when he has you like this, he’s still pissed. “You can take more.”

A loud guttural moan echo throughout the room once you swallow around him, one of your hands trails down to toy with his balls. You do anything to distract yourself from the ache in your jaw and the lack of oxygen you’re suffering from. One glance down at you and Ushijima can tell it all, he gently pulls you off of him and stares at you as you rest on his muscular thigh.

You cough lightly before sending him a wobbly smile, ensuring that everything is still okay. He can’t make you deep-throat him again, as good as it feels, Ushijima won’t allow it. Instead, he pumps his length right beside your face as you continue to massage his balls. His hand speeds up and you watch with dark eyes as he finishes all over your chest and chin, coating you in his cum.

You stare up at him with your mouth agape slightly, you’re in disbelief that he came all over you.

“I’m not done with you yet.” Ushijima pulls you back up into his lap, your legs spread wide on either side of his thighs. You can feel his length hardening against your hip and you can’t even comprehend how fast everything is moving. Before you know it, you’re flipped onto your back with Ushijima towering over you. He pulls your legs over him with your knees bent towards your chest.

Ushijima drags the tip of his cock along your slit, pressing into your clit to get you squirming.

“You don’t get to enjoy this,” He tells you and you can’t help the way you pout at him. Ushijima leans forward to place a single kiss on your forehead before thrusting inside of you, completely bottoming out and not even giving you the chance to adjust. His hips slowly pick up the pace, thrusting into you all at once.

“I’m going to stuff you full,” Ushijima growls, his low voice rings in your ear. “you like that? Having my cum drip out of your little cunt?” His hips slam into yours harshly and your lips fall open in a silent moan. Your back arches as you thrust your chest into the air and Ushijima takes no time in sucking one of your nipples into his mouth. “No one else can fuck you like I do.”

His thick fingers move quickly against your swollen clit, rolling the bud against his digits while his cock drills into you. Ushijima is able to get so deep inside of you, especially when he has your knees bent like this. His balls hit your ass with every thrust and the sting makes tears prick in your eyes. He is being so rough and you absolutely love it.

“Cum now, right now or you do not get to cum at all,” Ushijima commands, his eyes narrowing down at your fucked out figure. His hips stutter slightly when he notices the way your eyes are half shut and your tongue is peaking out past your lips, you look so ruined. When he zones in on his cum splayed on your chest, he can’t help himself anymore. “I said to fucking cum.” His fingers pinch your clit and you sob at the feeling, his other hand moves from your ass up to your throat. As his fingers move up your body he tweaks your other nipple, roughly fondling your breast, before cupping your throat.

Ushijima squeezes the sides of your neck as his frustration continues to grow.

“Why aren’t you cumming? Do you think someone else can fuck you better?” He snaps and your lips fall into a pout, his insecurities are getting the best of him.

“Only you can fuck me like this Wakatoshi, I love you,” You hiccup and each thrust causes your breath to hitch as loud moans spill past your lips. “I-I don’t want it to be over.” Fat tears roll down your face and Ushijima feels his heart stop, he seriously can’t get enough of you.

“I fuck you every night, pump you full with my cum and you still are greedy for more?” At one harsh snap of his wrist, your hips rise up to meet his thrust and you come undone. An unfamiliar feeling washes over you and before you can even process it, you’re squirting all over his cock. Your essences coats his abdomen and his thighs, his cock, the sight makes Ushijima fall onto his forearms.

Despite your orgasm, he still fucks you with purpose. He still uses you as if you are a toy to get his own personal fill. His lips suck deep bruises into your neck and your eyes flutter shut as you focus on his grunts, his groans, how rough and animalistic they sound.

“You’re mine, you know that?” Ushijima asks, his hips speeding up even quicker to chase his own release. “Mine.” You’ve never heard your boyfriend talk like this before and it sends your heart into a frenzy.

“All yours, Wakatoshi.” You moan quietly into his ear and Ushijima’s hips still against yours, he completely bottoms out inside you as he finally comes undone. His cum paints the inside of your walls and after a few moments, he shallowly thrusts experimentally inside of you as he pushes his cum even deeper into your cunt.

You watch with your mouth agape as he pulls out of you, his spent cock falls limp against his muscular thigh. Ushijima brings his fingers to your lower lips, pushing the cum back to your entrance before thrusting two of his fingers inside of you.

“Take it all, I don’t want you to waste a single drop.”

~

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[bakugohoex]

“y/n, if it was the end of the world and you asked to talk, i’d be there in a heartbeat”

pairing: wakatoshi ushijima x female reader

cw: fluff, angst, crying, langauge

word count: 3800+

a/n: this took like three hours to write so hopefully it doesn’t flop, i’m scared it might because it’s an ushijima fic and i don’t know that many people who acc simp over this man

summary: in which your recent break up had made you realise your unknown feelings for your roommate ushijima, whilst he’s trying to distract you from your break up, you end up meeting your ex where your feelings get revealed

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The slam of the door signified the end of the long tumultuous relationship. It wasn’t like you loved the guy, he was the one to pursue you and he was nothing more than a passer-by in your life. So, why were you so upset? It was mainly the comments when the two of you had been arguing in your apartment. You were glad your roommate wasn’t here and at practice, you didn’t want him to witness the words that came from his mouth.

“You really are a fucking whore, you’ve probably been sleeping with that volleyball player” He was pacing back and forth, a tear falling down your face.

“I fucking wish I had.” You spoke nonchalantly, you had stopped caring about the relationship.

“You wish you had, stupid cunt, at least I had the balls to sleep with other girls, you really think you’re the shit don’t you.” He paused. “You’re worthless and no wonder nobody has stuck around.”

You wiped your tears away, going to the mirror in the bathroom. You knew Ushijima would be home soon and you didn’t need him to see you crying, you didn’t want him to ask about what had happened. Why did you even say you wish you had slept with him? You tensed more tears falling down your cheek. How fucking dare, he say all that shit about cheating, who was he to give an opinion on you anymore.

You shook your head wiping your tears, you were glad the weekend was here, not wanting to go back to classes at all. The university life was hard and being younger than Ushijima he had already become a professional volleyball player whilst you were in your last year.

He had met you through mutual friends and you two were both in need of roommates. It was the only reason for the arrangement to occur, you both rarely saw each other, mostly in the mornings before classes and practices and in the evenings. On weekends there was an exception with no early morning practice, so you saw him a lot more.

You walked out of the bathroom, needing food to fill the sad ridden hole in your heart. “Y/n, you home.”

You heard Ushijima’s footsteps come towards the kitchen. He was sweaty and tired from practice; you hid your sadness with a smile. It was fake and he could see in your eyes the fresh tears indicating that you weren’t okay, he didn’t ask knowing that you might just need space.

“How was practice?” You asked finding some milk, wanting cereal even though it was hitting 8pm.

“It was fine, Kageyama’s getting a lot better setting for other people.”

“He’s the new guy, right?” You had heard about Kageyama from Bokuto who you had known since high school. He told you about the training camps he had been on with Kageyama and Hinata.

“Yeah, in my last year, his school beat us.” He spoke tiredly, it seemed like he had gotten over the lose as quickly as it happened. “You only have cereal at night when you’re sad.”

“Oh, you noticed.” You whisper pouring the milk on the cereal.

He nodded, resting his head on his hand. You spoke again sitting in front of him, he looked even more tired than normally. But was still staying up to talk to you, “I’m now single.”

“Oh, are you okay?” He didn’t know what else to ask looking up at you with his olive eyes looking up at you, to anybody this would look like his normal stoic self but you his eyes showed a type of comfort.

“Yeah, we both said some stuff we regret.” The five words you had previously shouted skimmed through your mind.

He grabbed another bowl on the side, taking the cereal and milk and eating as well. You smiled softly at the boy, helping him make sure nothing spilt on the sides. “As long as you’re happy.”

“Yeah, I guess I am.” You whisper, you both sat in a comfortable silence, eating and just appreciating the presence both of you brought.

“Practice got cancelled tomorrow.” You had been washing the dishes as Ushijima walked back in having got changed, the grey joggers and white shirt encased his muscles and hard body.

You turned to face the boy, ever since saying the words all you could think about was ripping his clothes off and letting him take all of you. You knew he has a big cock; it was obvious not just from how you could sometimes see the indent through his joggers especially now. But the amount of big dick energy memes that Ushijima got from his friends that you had to explain to him.

He smiled to you, grabbing his water bottle before speaking again, “we should hang out, you can get over your boyfriend then.” He was very blunt about your feelings towards your ex-boyfriend and as much as you wanted to be isolated in your room. You needed to prove to him and yourself that you weren’t going to stay pent up over a relationship that didn’t matter at all.

“Sure, what do you want to do?” You ask, his gaze moving from his phone to your smaller frame, you had come closer to him and he gulped at how you were almost touching arm-to-arm.

“Hoshiumi told us about this new restaurant that opened up, they serve sushi.” You smiled at the boy.

“I can go for some sushi.” He smiled back putting a hand on your shoulder, it sent a burst of electricity through you and all wished for was that hand wrapped around your neck.

He left as soon as he came, you could sense he needed sleep so let him go without another word. You went into your own room, it had potted plants and pictures from high school and university, there were some with Fukurodani’s team, you and Akaashi, you and the MSBY Black Jackals and even you and Ushijima from a night out.

He was tipsy which led him to be blunter which you enjoyed hearing his opinions of people. His arm was lazily around your shoulder as he bent down his mouth to your ear. The photo was amusing and brought you joy at the close contact.

You didn’t bother staying awake, trying to fall asleep, but all you could do was cry.

He shouted out, “you’re so fucking stupid, get it through that thick skull that you were always just my sex toy.”

The words echoed through your head as more tears fell down your face. You didn’t care about him, you hated him. But the more you thought about the wasted days on him and the loveless sex, it angered you.

You had fallen asleep, but nightmares ran through your head, you were panting in your sleep, moving back and forth at the feeling of worthlessness. You screamed waking up, sweat dripped from your forehead as tears fell down your face. It wasn’t the normal tears you had had, you were sobbing, the wetness never ending.

You heard your door open, seeing a shirtless tired Ushijima walk in, he didn’t say anything, only moving to sit on your bed. He saw the tears and breathlessness, you both didn’t speak, until you felt his arm around you softly.

The way you instantly clung onto him, the tears falling. Even if you could never have the stoic boy, it was nice to have him around you. “What happened?”

You were about to explain the dream before he brought a finger to your lips to stop you. “Not about your dream, about him, what did he say to you?”

You looked up at him, his arm still around you, your hair dishevelled and most of all your face damp, “he called me w…worthless, a cunt, a whore, just a…a sex toy.”

Ushijima’s jaw clenched at your vulnerability, “if I ever see him, I’m going to kill him.” He mutters, it was probably the first time you heard any emotion come from him. “He’s fucking stupid Y/n, he never deserved you.”

“I know, I hate h…him, but the w…words, am I not everything he said.” Tears continued to fall as you felt Ushijima’s hands cup your cheek wiping the tears away. You leant your head against his exposed chest, he looked down at you, a softness collapsing inside of him.

“Y/n, you should’ve talked to me before.”

You look at him, he didn’t look at you, looking at the pictures and plants, a soft smile as he saw the photo of you two. “You were tired, and you have other things to worry about than…”

He interrupts you gazing into your eyes, “Y/n, if it was the end of the world and you asked to talk, I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

A soft smile placed on your face, you truly appreciated him. He let you vent your feelings for a couple more minutes before you got tired again. “Can you stay?”

The whisper and hesitation in your voice made Ushijima give a small smile before nodding. He may be a man of little words but the way he slept beside you, you hesitated to create any contact. But as you turned on your side facing away from him, you felt his arms moving to your waist. The way you felt protected and loved, your back pressing against his base chest, it was paradise and everything you needed.

You both woke up entangled in each other’s arms, your body had turned inwards as Ushijima slept on his back. A secure arm still around you but your own hand had rested on his chest, feeling each muscle tense under you.

“Good morning.” His voice was rough and tired, you giggled at how he remained under you. It was as if he wasn’t acknowledging the closeness.

“Morning.” You smile back, “what time are we going to the sushi place?”

He checks the clock on your beside table, seeing it only being half eight. He turns to face you again, “we should go mid-day I want to show you something afterwards.”

You nod at the boy but the nosiness in you made you start to annoy the boy, “what do you want to show me?”

“It’s a surprise Y/n.”

“You’re so mean Toshi.” The nickname fell off your lips without you realising, his face hinted at some redness before he didn’t meet your gaze.

“Be patient Y/n.” You rolled your eyes looking at your ceiling, glow in the dark stars scattered across.

“The stars don’t even glow properly, why did you buy them?”

You elbowed his side, which you forget was bare, he didn’t move probably not even feeling it, “they were a present, I love stars and space.”

“I can tell.” He spoke getting up, his back was away from you, he rolled his shoulders, making you see his back muscles all you wanted to do was touch them and scratch them all up. “Get ready.”

He left the room, not even meeting your glance, you quickly did your morning routine, before going to make breakfast, making some for Ushijima after last night. You heard the shower turn off just as you put down the plates of pancakes, he walked in his hair wet and down. He was too pretty to be human; the way water beads fell to his torso where his joggers encased his thighs.

You were almost drooling at the boy, everything you had taken for granted before was becoming increasingly perfect to you. “I made pancakes” You gulped out.

“Thank you.” He sat in front again, as you passed him a plate, he started to speak about his friend who had become a chocolatier, his friend seemed to be the opposite to him. “You remind me of him, he was always the enthusiastic type.”

“I’m surprised you were friend’s with him, he seems more talkative than you are.”

“I grew comfortable with him to express myself more, I talk more with you than I normally do.” He spoke eating, you could see the maple syrup wrap around his lips, he licked them. Your mouth agape as you couldn’t control the feeling inside of you. It was a small action that made your legs tense moving closer together.

He continued to speak, getting more comfortable to talk more than he normally did. Even you had said less words than he had, and you were normally the one to carry conversations.

“I’ll wash up, you get changed.” You nodded at the man, as you skipped away. He watched how you moved thinking of last night.

You were vulnerable and all he wanted to do was make you know that you were wanted. Holding you in his arms all he felt was an electric love flow through him. Your tight shirt had hung on you perfectly, he could see every part of your body and the shorts did little to hide your legs. If you hadn’t have been crying, he would’ve taken you right there.

He continued his thoughts about last night as you got changed. Contemplating to what to wear, you wanted to look nice, even if it wasn’t a date, you wanted to make him swoon. You saw the chilly outside, finding some trousers that hugged your thighs before flaring out at the bottom, you wore them and an oversized sweatshirt. You couldn’t be bothered to wear a coat and as you dried your hair letting it set you did your makeup, you looked perfect well that’s what you hoped he would say.

You walked out, trying to find your shoes with a small bag around your body. Ushijima had been waiting leaning against the sofa, his face concentrated on his phone. He had no social media, so you had no idea what had been intriguing him as much as it had. You often tried to plead him to get something so you could send him funny memes, but he’d remain silent patting your head like a dog. It was a silent way of him say no kindly.

He looked up, his white button up shirt and jeans on fitting him nicely. He was never one to care about his appearance, but the white shirt left nothing to your imagination, you could see every indent, he held a coat in his arms, as he eyed you up and down.

“Do I not look nice?” You were hesitant on your outfit choice now.

He scratched his head looking at you, “You look perfect.”

You smiled looking down, “we should get going.”

The walk and drive to the sushi place was quiet, you had been longing for any type of touch from him. But he kept his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel as the other was biting his nail. The tension in the air, he wanted to ask if you were doing okay, but didn’t want to make you sad.

He went against the thought anyway and asked, “are you doing okay?” He was parking the car, looking out the back window, his arm around your seat, as you could see his arms, the way his biceps tensed and face locked. He was a beauty, and you were swooning hard.

“I’m fine, I want to thank you for last night, it really meant a lot.” You stopped looking at his arms, the way your head had been a mere inch from his arms.

You looked down at your fingers waiting for him to speak, “Everything I said last night was the truth.” You nodded not wanting to say anymore.

You both started walking towards the sushi place, it wasn’t that cold, but you could feel a cold breath of air hitting your face. You wanted to just wrap around the tall boy but went against your thoughts as he opened the sushi place doors.

It looked nice and cosy and there was a mass of customers, clearly a popular place. You both got lead to a table, it was cute and near the window, so you could admire the sky. “It’s on me, so choose whatever you want.”

You looked at him, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, “I can’t let you do that, it’s…”

“I want too.” You didn’t bother fighting, both ordering what you wanted.

You started to talk about Uni and how much your professors hated you, “I’m serious, I was like five minutes late and I got a shouting out at the end of the lecture.”

“You should’ve just explained why you were late.” He played with the straw of his drink.

“I couldn’t really be saying I was late because I had been binge watching My Hero Academia, could I?”

“Was that the night, I had to come into your room to tell you to shut up.” You face flushed at how Ushijima had seen you wrapped in your covers watching the show, your eyes had been bloodshot, and bags had formed under your eyes.

You nod as he smirks, “you looked like a raccoon.”

“hey, raccoons can look cute.”

He raised an eyebrow, “I don’t know what kind of raccoons you’ve met.”

Your food came as you gave a soft smile at the boy, “Did you know racoons have actually be around for 40,000 years.”

He stared blankly at you, “there is no reason for you to ever need that information.”

“There is, I can annoy you with random facts now.” He remembered every time you’d come into his room and tell him a stupid fact you had learnt about from Tiktok.

He watched you eat, and speak, the conversation allowing both of you to talk and laugh, even the stoic Ushijima allowed himself to laugh a couple times. It wasn’t as silent as you had thought it had been when he asked last night.

But good things don’t last, you heard the door open again, before seeing the waitress bring in a couple, they sat beside you, and Ushijima’s face fell as soon as he saw who it was. He was ready to punch the man but restrained himself as you hadn’t noticed them.

“Y/n.” Hearing your name you turned and saw your ex.

Your face fell as you stopped talking about what you had learnt in an astronomy society you had joined at uni. “Oh.”

“Whose this?” The girl in front of him asked as she looked at disgust at you, but  at the sight of Ushijima she began flaunting herself.

“This is my ex, moving on with your roommate, I was right then, you had slept with him.” You didn’t speak keeping quiet, “you always were a slut.”

Ushijima’s blood boiled, what right did this insignificant man have to belittle you, “She’s hasn’t, yet, but when she does, just know that I’ll fuck her better than you ever could, and I’ll make her cum more than you ever will.”

Shock. Your eyes widened at Ushjima’s bluntness, you knew he was blunt but this, this was another level. He looked at you as if he hadn’t just said what he said.

“Fucking whore.” Your ex muttered but you ignored him looking at Ushijima.

“I’m going to go pay.” Ushijima mutters, you stayed silent, still in shock, your ex and his new girl kept to themselves, but even she looked at Ushijima who was paying, her gaze never left him. Your ex had grown frustrated with the lack of attention on him.

Ushijima was perfect to look at but all you could think about were the words that had came out of his mouth. You took a breath of air as he walked back, he put his hand out.

Your face softened as you took it, he helped you up before you felt his grip tighten not leaving you. He didn’t speak about his early remark, and you were silent, different things going through your head. But most of all, was this a confession of love or just him wanting to fuck you.

“The surprise is a couple minutes, are you okay to walk?” You nod not speaking, he stares at you knitting his eyebrows in confusion, “did I say something wrong?”

His lack of awareness made your heart beat, even he didn’t realise the implications of what he said. “No, everything’s fine.”

You followed along, his hand still wrapped in your own, he would squeeze it occasionally, but you ignored it. You finally reached what looked like a museum. Confusion filled your face before you looked at the sign outside.

‘Talk on everything to do with space, 2pm in the main auditorium’

You looked at Ushijima, “how did you know I wanted to go?”

“I heard you a couple weeks ago, you asked your ex if you could both go, and he said no. I got us two tickets.”

Ushijima smiled showing the two tickets, the date stamped of when he bought it had been weeks ago, you smiled at him. Before you both went inside, you stopped him, “what you said in front of my ex, did you mean it?”

“What?” He questioned before nodding, “Oh, yeah as much as I do want to fuck you, I thought this date would be better.”

“D…Date.” You hadn’t even realised this was a date at how oblivious you were.

“I wouldn’t ask anybody to get sushi and watch the stars with me.” His lip twitched upwards.

The word ‘date’ still ran through your head at how confused you were. “I didn’t know.”

“I assumed you did, I should’ve been straight forward as usual, my apoli...”

You stop him, grabbing his shirt forward, he leant down knowing what you were about to do. Before your lips attached to one another, his hand moved to your waist bringing you forward, he had to bend his back to reach your height, but he didn’t care he just wanted to feel your lips on his. He continued to deepen the kiss, his hands gripping your sides, before one moved to your neck, softly wrapping it around your throat. You moaned a sign you liked it as he continued to lightly press it.

His tongue flicked against your lips, you moaned his name, a sound he had been craving to hear before his tongue wrapped around your own, your breathing heavy, you were glad nobody was near you, all being inside due to it getting more frigid. He finally let you go, his hand still on your neck but moving to your cheek, his thumb brushing up and down.

“I like you Toshi.”

“I like you too Y/n.” It was the words you both had longed to hear from one another, and he grabbed your hand again bringing you even closer than before, you walked into the show, happily and content with the new relationship blossoming between you two.

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[roanniee]

SO.

Let's try this again🤸🏻

Also Idil vibes strong on this one. I can't say Gil bc Gil calls Ate Sel smth specific like she does with me.

Ship the @mythos-blogs Crew

ps. here's the server <3

@admiringlove

Baby Sam is very hard working and focused on whatever she's doing that sometimes, she forgets to take care of herself. So, I see Sugawara Koushi with her perfectly, someone caring and understanding, but knows better than to let her overwork and tells her when enough is enough. The both of you do struggle with a few things, and when you fight or have insecure moments, you sit down to talk about it instead of shouting at each other. Overall, a really good match I say.

Baby Sam also kins Oikawa and I ship Oikawa hardcore with Suga LMAO

@ninjamomo

Me. That's my wife <333

Okay but for realsies. I ship Idil with Bokuto Koutarou. Bokuto and Idil would be just... soft love. I see dancing in the rain, bathtub relaxation hours together and cuddling in bed. Idil knows that Bokuto is a busy man, and Bokuto knows he is a busy man. But that doesn't mean that they were gonna let the relationship go. Oh no. Those two will hold on like a cat with his claws on the couch. A really really soft, supportive and strong love.

@tooru-luvs

I actually had a hard time with Ms. Zizi. See, I haven't interacted with her much. But, based on the interactions of hers that I see on my tl, I can see that she is very playful but also can be serious. Hence, why I say that she'd be amazing with Kuroo Tetsurou. Kuroo is playful and an overall gremlin, but he's very caring ang knows exactly when to be serious and how serious. He'll help her with anything he can help her with, but he also knows when no to because it's something Zizi needs to do for herself. Likewise, Zizi knows when to be cheery to make Kuroo smile, but also when to sit and talk to Kuroo about a delicate matter. They'd both ground each other, while matching the same playful energy.

@rokudaddie

HEY I CAN TAG HER NOW KSKSKS

ME ME ME ME ME

anyways hehe. Gly. Lovely, sweet, Gly. She's very caring, but my god does she also enjoy chaos. Hence, I'm putting her with Hoshiumi Korai. We all know Hoshiumi is a little gremlin with a heart of gold. The way these two are together would be immaculate. They're chaos together, but even with all the chaos, they have time to look at the other to make sure they're okay. PLUSSS! Hoshiumi will always unconsciously be touching Gly, just to make sure that she's there. Gly would unconsciously make sure that Hoshiumi is in her peripheral vision too.

@moonlit-island

Ooooh Raya! Raya is so damn sweet and caring and uplifting. I love her sm. Hehehe anyway I ship her with Tsukishima Kei. The Tarot cards said so, and so did the zodiac signs. SKSKS Anyway! Yes, a really good match. Raya's got a really good head on her shoulders, but I see her watching all the chaos from the sidelines, much like Tsukishima. When they're together, they'd start the chaos and then sit back and eat popcorn as they watch the world burn.

@laineeey00

Ate Laine? Some will definitely say Kita, because it's Ate Laine, but I say Hirugami Sachiro. Hirugami would be such a good man for Ate Laine. I imagine them sitting down in the living room, books spread out on the table. Just silence while studying, but every now and then, one of them would look up to look at the other, smile and then return back to what they were doing. Ate Laine makes sure that Hirugami takes breaks and Hirugami makes sure that Ate Laine isn't stressing so much. Just so cute honestly.

@betheydocrimewrites

Ah, Adult Sam. Hmmm. Adult Sam is a whirlwind of chaos and sweet, sweet angst. I definitely see them with darling Yamaguchi Tadashi. I see them in bed, Sam on his laptop, and him just hugging them tight when something they were writing was choking them up. But, Sam is just overall an amazing person that they deserve someone so sweet and caring like Yamaguchi. Obvi, it is reciprocated, and I see such a sweet love in the works.

@melsun

Oooh. Alice.

Melian and Matsukawa Issei would make a very interesting pairing. Both independent yet still co-dependent on each other. Melian knows how to calm Matsukawa after a tough day at work, and Matsukawa knows how to keep Melian from stressing. Matsukawa would also hype Melian up so much?? Like any outfit Melian wears, Matsukawa's right there telling them how good and amazing they look and how well they matched the outfit up. Honestly, just a very functional household and I love that.

@lovemeian

oh oof Lavi. I want to say Meian but for reasons I cannot disclose, I won't say that for now. I will say though, that she will be so good with Dabi. Lavi has a few things she needs to work on, and Dabi is always there for her. Actually lbr, they both have issues to work on, but I feel like together, they'd overcome that. I feel like they'd?? Actually be so understanding of each other that it shocks and confuses others bc?? hello it's Dabi?? but yes, a really good match.

@writewithmarites

Me <3

Severus Snape. Ate Tes is chaotic. I'm sorry but her default in the server is chaos, especially with the bot around HAHAHAHA but anyway! Severus would be so good to ground Ate Tes, keep her from getting a little too chaotic BUT ALSO, he can help her when she's not taking care of herself. She also helpes him with his potions, and it makes the job easier on him. But of course, Severus is a slytherin, and most of the time he'd be the one inciting the chaos and we just don't know it. Anyway, Ate Tes is honestly so wonderful and I love her sm and she deserves someone to tame like the serious, bratty, angsty Severus Snape. <333

@saudade-mayari

ME. AGAIN LMAO. <3

ANYWAY

Nozel Silva. Nozel and Ate Sel. Oh gosh what a thought. Nozel is....arrogant, prideful, and he sees himself as someone more important than others. But, the man does know respect and he does care for people, especially Ate Sel. I have no doubts that Ate Sel can make that man kneel and follow her wishes, but I also know that Ate Sel would not let this man get away with his arrogance and pride. Nozel cares for her a lot. She's his partner, the carrier of the future of House Silva, and the only one that has caught his attention. He loves her, and that man would drop nearly everything for her.

@risumu

Eris! Eribabe and Ojiro Aran. Idek why. But the vibes would be so immaculate. I see road trips and early morning dancing in the kitchen to an indie song one of them is hyperfixated on. I also see late night walks to the convenience store, holding hands and just silence? Basking in each other's prescence. Eris definitely steals Aran's sweaters to the point that Aran buys two of his sizes so he can interchange them. One to give to Eris when the one she took doesn't smell like him anymore. Love all over the place.

@sunarent

Mel. That's it.

Okay but also, I see Iwaizumi Hajime. I was thinking about Suna but the more I think back about the things I know about Ali and our interactions, I see Iwa. I feel like they'd understand each other so much. And the love isn't seen much, not because they don't love each other, but because it's something they need to say really. It's more shown in the touches and kisses and cuddling. They know that they love each each other, and that's enough for them.

@tetsvhoe

Honestly I want to say Kuroo but.

Kozume Kenma. Gwennie works so hard and stresses so much. Her sleeping sched is unavailable lmao. Kenma would be so good for her because he knows how it is, to be stressed and not have an actual sleeping sched. I feel like they'd be good together. In all honesty, they'd probably take care of each other more than they would themselves but no one is complaining really.

@slutbench

MY BABYYYY. MY DAUGHTER. I LOVE YOU SM AND I SWEAR I'M NOT MAD.

I ship you with...

Azumane Asahi. Why? Because you remind me of Noya sometimes. Very energetic, a little bit of low moments and just a ball of sunshine in general. Asahi is perfect for you, Mija. He'd be able to just connect with her in ways others just don't understand. People would say that Asahi is too...soft? They'd say someone like Daicho or maybe Bokuto would be better for you, Mija, but really, he's perfect. Asahi and Gil. He balances her out in so many ways, even if no one else can see it.

@ushisrever

NIA!

Ushijima Wakatoshi. Really, the two of them are perfect. Stoic, quiet, can be chaotic. Very protective, even if the two deny it. Nia, you and Ushi are like...pillars? Support? Quiet, unmovable, but still, everyone knows you're both there, and you don't really leave people's minds. I see the two feeding off of each other's energy, especially when it comes to protecting others that they care about. (Looking at you, Lavi) I see hours where it's just her watching him playing in the background and he just looks at her, smiles, and then goes back to playing. It's really cute.

@sumebreaks

MAIA! HI! We haven't interacted much, I'm so sorry for that sweets. bUT BUT BUT!!!!

You're so sweet and caring and loving??? I really see you with Miya Atsumu! I see Tsumu bugging you to take a break and give him attention. BUT! I also see you?? Bugging him, telling him to get off the court or he's sleeping on the couch HAHAHA I feel like you two really just? Connect. Both playful, both caring, both are busy with their own things so there's not too much expectations that cannot be met for now. Idk I really see a love that's always there, no matter how busy they get.

@vindictivtsumu

AAAAAH DEVON HUN!

I love Devon and their writing so much??? Omg. Yknow who would be amazing with them? Akaashi Keiji. Akaashi is very articulate and just overall book smart in my opinion, and I see that him and Devon would fit so well. He is Devon's personal beta reader HAHAHAH BUT!!!!! Devon also watches Akaashi edit and points out anything that he missed. I see days when they're just sitting there, talking softly to each other that the sound of typing was louder. But that's okay bc you both are content and happy and in love.

@ricflairdrip20

I just met you not even 24 hours ago hehehe HIIII

I will not lie.

I asked for help from Ate Sel HAHAHHAHA

But!!!! She says Ukai Keishin, and honestly I see it. The nsfw-rp channel is the reason why and I'm not saying more HAHAHAHA I see nights when it's Keishin and her just? Idk having fun and being kids bc lbr that man can be a kid sometimes. I also see them taking care of each other in unconventional ways, ways that would not be okay for others, but it's her love language with him. V v v domestic.

I HOPE Y'ALL MYTHOS CREW LIKED THAT MATCHING UP BYE