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[tsumuniri]

━━ WHEN THEY’RE GETTING A PUPPY

✏︎ GENRE ━━ fluff

✏︎ CAST ━━ k. bokuto┃a. miya┃k. sakusa┃s. hinata

## this is during the post-timsekip btw !! so- MSBY HOTTIES <#3 tbh this is kinda trash bUT HEY

。KOTARO BOKUTO

"but they're all so CUTE, Y/N!"

"kotaro, we can only buy ONE puppy."

( bokuto would immediately think of buying the whole pet store as soon as you both walk in. knowing bokuto, he would definitely do that when he has the budget, and you don't want to sweep up doggy poo all day. with an earnest look on your face, bokuto sadly obliged with your orders and quietly apologized to the little puppies barking his way. )

"Y/N, lookie here! this dude might be the one for me." bokuto grinned widely, his eyes filled with such excitement like a child in a candy store.

“that's actually a dude-ette, kotaro."

“dude, dude-ette, they're still cute either way!"

you both played with the puppy for a while and worked on the adoption papers after. you bought supplies and had to stop bokuto from buying all the toys for your newly adopted pet.

。ATSUMU MIYA

"tsumu, we've been planning on getting a puppy for a long time now. so please, can we already decide on one?"

“i'm trying to look for the right one, Y/N!"

( you both wanted to get a puppy as an addition to the 'miya family, and so the gods answered your prayers by giving you a chance to adopt one at the local pet store a family member of yours owns. however, the journey of adopting a cute puppy halted for a moment due to your boyfriend being an indecisive ass jk person. )

“this one." atsumu stopped in front of a cage as he stared at a young golden retriever sleeping soundly in a corner.

“the quiet one? he looks so cute!"

“don't i have a good eye?" atsumu held his chin high smugly.

little did you two know, this little one was only replenishing their energy for the chaos to come back at the miya household.

。KIYOOMI SAKUSA

"i can't believe we're gonna do this..."

"come on, kiyoo! look at them staring at you with their puppy eyes!"

( sakusa never really thought of getting a puppy. whenever he'd visit his nephews and nieces, their dog would jump on him and lick his face all over like a lollipop. this sort of occurrence made the male cringe in disgust as he thinks of the saliva accumulating on his poreless skin. so why did he hesitantly accept getting one of those dirty little rascals? his girlfriend of 5 years wanted a puppy for her birthday, of course! )

"kiyoo, dear! look!" you gasped in awe, picking up a small short-coated corgi.

"now, that's... something."

your attention shifted over to your significant other, smiling from his awkward expression as you knew he was only doing this for your sake. "thanks, sakusa-kun." you spoke out.

sakusa hummed in response and turned his head away. "no need to thank me, Y/N." he murmured, not able to look you in the eye without getting flustered over the adorable sight of you and the undeniably cute dog.

。SHOYO HINATA

"we're choosing this one, Y/N."

"i ain't gonna back down from you, shoyo!"

( in the busy streets of tokyo, you both found yourselves in an alleyway with a box of abandoned puppies. hearts quickly shot by cupid's arrow, the two of you wanted to give each of these lovable beings a home to be loved in. of course, one of the homes being the comfy apartment you two are currently living in. however, hinata wanted a different puppy than what you were thinking. so here you guys are, having an entertaining argument about which dog to choose. )

"hinata."

"Y/N." his brown eyes stared at your E/C hues with such intensity as yours. even if they'd have to stand there for a hour, hinata would hold onto this puppy like his life would be at risk.

you never broke his gaze as you held the puppy you want in your arms. "gosh dang it," you soon gave up when you realized his determination of getting this puppy didn't falter at all. "fine, we'll take her. but we're giving this cutie boy to natsu, okay?" you sighed out in defeat.

hinata cheered in victory and bent down to take the whole box, "now, let's give these puppies to kageyama-san and the others!" he chirped.

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[ishiwrites]

ANG SAKIT LANG BE,

May mga bagay pala na natatapos kahit wala pang nasisimulan. Tulad natin, paggising ko hindi na kita nasilayan. Dati-rati, text messages mo ang nagiging alarm clock ko, ngayon naghihintay nalang akong tumunog ung telepono ko. Umaasa na sana, pangalan mo ang mababasa ko. Hindi ko alam kung anong nangyari, masyado ko bang pinaasa yung sarili ko sa mga bagay na ako lang ang naniniwala kaya sobrang sakit nung bigla ka nalang nawala?

 Iniisip ko tuloy yung mga sinasabi mo sa akin noon. Unti unti na akong naniniwala. Unti unti na bumabalik ung mga bagay na nawala sakin noon. Yung mga bagay na akala ko hindi ko na ulit mararamdaman. Ngayon, nasa sulok na naman ako. Yung sulok kung saan mo ko nakita dati. Madilim, nakakatakot at nakakalungkot. Hindi ko alam kung saan ung daan palabas sa madilim na lugar na iyon hanggang sa dumating ka. Hindi ko alam pero parang magic. Bigla nalang nagliwanag tapos hindi ko na masilayan ung madilim na sulok na matagal kong tinambayan.

 Nakakaloko lang, para kasing panaginip. Yung ang saya mo tapos paggising mo marami ka palang tanong sa sarili mo. Yung tipong gusto mong bumalik sa pagtulog baka kasi magkaroon pa ng second part. Kaso hindi eh. Hindi ka kasi nananaginip. Totoo to. Huwag kang maniwala sa mga napapanood mong fairy tales na may happy ending. Hindi kasi ganun sa totoong buhay. Sa totoong buhay, mas maraming pain.

 P.S sa puso kong walang pagod magmahal,

Maging masaya ka kasi naibahagi mo ang sarili mo sa malulungkot na taong nangangailangan sayo, nagmahal ka sa paraang alam mo at ibinahagi mo ang mga simpleng bagay na kaya mong ibigay. Someday, matatagpuan mo rin ung taong magpapatunay sayo na kamahal mahal at katanggap tanggap ka. Yung susundo ulit sayo sa madilim na sulok na yan. Yung magpapatunay sayo na lahat ng bagay may simula pero hindi lahat may katapusan.

[tsumuniri]

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

。m.list ❯❯ ┃next

ZERO ━━ WHO’S KICKING WHO NOW?

DO YOU GET NERVOUS to the point you wouldn't be surprised that you already took a shit, not pee, but discharge the residue on your pants? That's how a certain H/C-haired female felt as she sat across the table with her editor on the other side. It was only a figurative speech, though; if she took it literally, Y/N would gladly dig her own grave and plan her funeral up to what kind of horrid gown she'd be wearing in her casket.

It wasn't your fault to be this anxious. You've been doing this type of gig for almost five years, yet you couldn't help but tremble slightly on your seat as you noiselessly wait for the male editor to enlighten you with comments in regards to this unreleased chapter. You hate having to go through this type of initiation, but hey, you love your job nevertheless.

"Great work today, L/N-san. You accurately followed my advice when it comes to the panels. As expected from your skills and experiences in the field." Akihito remarked, pushing up his glasses with his thumb and closing the original copy of the printed manuscript.

You now had the ability to breathe as you draw out a deep sigh of relief. "Well, thank the gods for that! When you criticized the paneling of this chap two days ago, I panicked a bit and had to rearrange them all." You rambled on and began to ravish the food on your tray to satisfy your empty stomach. It was a bit difficult to comprehend your words due to the continuous eating of the delicious french fries. However, your editor somewhat understood you in the end.

Akihito watched you chowed down on the poor potato snack and shook his head from the ridiculous spectacle of your hungry state. "You're the infamous Yamazaki, but you asked me to meet up with you in a place like this?" He panned out.

"What do you mean? And didn't I tell you not to say my pen name out loud? What if people might hear you!"

"Y/N, we're in McDonald's." Your editor frowned, gesturing around the place full of children with a nudge of his thumb. With the sudden dilemma of your hidden identity, he cocked a brow and turned his head to glance at the screaming little monsters chasing each other on the matted floor. It was clear to him that these youngsters didn't pay any mind to their talk.

"We took the table by the playground. I don't think kids of their age would know someone who makes picture books of men sucking-".

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! STOP!" You cut him off right before he could finish his ambiguous statement. You took a bite on the fry you were holding and dipped it in the blob of ketchup on the tissue paper. "I chose this fast-food resto because the atmosphere in this place is loud. I don't want someone to hear you nor see the material you're reading." You licked the salt off your fingers once you finished eating your fries.

His slanted eyes squinted in suspicion as his onyx irises surveyed your get-up from head to toe. Your patterned sock-covered feet nestled on black Adidas slippers as you had plaid trousers that seemed to look like matching pajama pants of a clothing set. The white shirt with the oppai logo you wore made up for your lacking asset. However, the best feature of this apparel you came up with was the unusual pair of large rimmed shades covering your eyes. "It seemed like you do know how to act natural, Y/N..." Akihito trailed, deciding not to ridicule the outfit you chose to wore for their meeting since he knew you were in a hurry to meet the deadline.

Your eyes glanced at the watch wrapped around your wrist and realized the current time. "I better get going. My mom would kill me if I didn't do the groceries. Thank you for today, Akihito!" You pushed yourself off the table, sitting up from the cushioned seat then bowing towards the male.

The brunette also stood up for courtesy's sake, softly smiling at you in gratification. "Thank you for your hard work as well, L/N-san. I'll make sure to send out a copy of the weekly magazine as soon it releases to the public. Your international fans will definitely enjoy this chapter once the global publishing company releases the translated magazine." He assured.

"Well, I'm happy to hear that everyone gets to enjoy my works! I'll see you soon, Akihito." You gave him a lazy grin as you turned your back and left for your pending chore.

"That man sure bought a lot of cleaning products." You thought out loud as you recalled the fascinating scene of a fellow shopper with a basket full of cleaning merchandise. You couldn't pinpoint his looks since the guy was wearing a face mask. But from his athletic build and large hooded eyes that made the other shoppers distance themselves away, you had a feeling he's good-looking. It wouldn't be surprising if he already has a girlfriend.

Or a boyfriend if he likes bananas over tacos.

Your little bubble of thoughts soon popped as you stood outside the gate of your household, staring at the moving boxes stacked on the grassy floor of your mother's garden. 'Now, what are they up to?' You mused, having a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach from the cardboard packages.

You hoisted up the two paper bags full of groceries against your chest and pulled the gate open. "Mom! Dad! I'm Home!" You greeted out, walking past the boxes and almost tripping on one of them. Your left arm had lifted the groceries with difficulty as you used your other hand to twist the doorknob of the front door.

The spruce door was pushed open by your right arm. As you took a step inside, your ears caught a pitched bark from the end of the hallway. A smile fixed on your lips once the familiar energetic sound registered in your mind.

"Kazu!" A short-coated corgi ran out from one of the doorways as it continued to bark and jump from the excitement of its owner arriving back at home. Its fluffy butt waddled with every step it took with its soft paws— bouncing a couple of times once you called out its name.

You smiled from ear to ear, "You miss me, boy?" You cooed, slipping out of your slippers and setting the bags of groceries on the hall table by the door. The dog barked softly and looked up at you with his beady eyes, wagging his tail and letting out another bark in reply. You would've played with this cute bunch that the gods have blessed you with, but the questions about the boxes haven't stopped galling you for answers.

"Where's mom and dad, Kazu?"

Kazu tilted his head and barked as if the corgi understood what you were trying to tell him. The dog turned around and darted over to the staircase leading upstairs. 'Maybe that's why they didn't hear me.' You thought to yourself and followed your dog over to the flight of stairs. The fluffy puppy used his time in climbing up the steps, but you decided to scoop the dog up in your arms and carry him midway due to how hard of a time the corgi's having.

You gently placed Kazu back on the floor after you both reached upstairs. Your brows furrowed together as you caught the sight of the two pieces of luggage outside your bedroom door. If your gut was telling you before that something grave might happen, it was screaming at you now that something will. "Mom?" You called out for your mother, needing an explanation for what the hell her parents are doing to her room.

Finally, the said person peeked her head out from the doorway of your room. "Y/N, dear! Welcome back!" She smiled and waved her hand to beckon you over to her side.

"Since you're finally here, your father and I have some great news for you!"

You eyed your mother, suspicious by the way she's acting, but you still heeded her command and took hesitant steps in the direction of your bedroom. "What's happening, mom? Why are you guys in my r-" You weren't able to finish your sentence as you find yourself in an almost empty bedroom with your father sealing a box with packaging tape.

The middle-aged man looked up from what he was doing and beamed once he saw his daughter walked inside the room, "My lovely girl! Great timing! Help your old pal in bringing your stuff outside the house." He hummed.

You didn't know what to say— you already had an idea of what the old couple was about to do, but you don't want to believe it. Your wide eyes shifted between your mother and father, "Don't... Don't tell me that..." You stammered as you were in disbelief from the current event playing right in front of you.

"We're kicking you out, Y/N!"

## and this is the first fic that i posted here on tumblr! though, i already published it in wp as well LMAO. i hope you enjoyed reading the prologue :'>

[tsumuniri]

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

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ONE ━━ THE TWIN BROTHER’S DECISION

"SO THAT'S THE TEA?"

You nodded dejectedly and raised the Tuna Mayo Onigiri in the direction of your mouth. You bit into the delicious rice snack, humming in delight as the saucy and sweet flavors of tuna cheered you up just for a slight bit. "They said that a girl my age shouldn't be living with her parents and should finally get a guy instead of drawing an imaginary one. You know that they're old school, Mai." You said, mouth full of rice bits and tuna.

The female ran her fingers through her short bright red hair. "Well, you are 25 now, and you haven't got a boyfriend since middle school," She propped her elbow on top of the round wooden table, resting her chin on her palm. "But they should've told you beforehand, right? How are you supposed to look for a residence in a short span of time?" She asked and watched you devour the onigiri meal with such ease. Her black-colored eyes held an uncertain expression as Mai was concerned for her colleague and friend.

After hearing the unfortunate news directly from your loving parents, your mind had to process the sudden information for two solid minutes. The first person you thought of to call is your closest friend, Mai, your roommate back at art school and a mangaka in the shounen industry. Although the two genres have completely different backgrounds, you two are stuck together like peas in a pod through the grace and glory of fawning over 2d men.

Ain't that great?

"They said I could stay back for two weeks until I could find a place to move in. I still have nine days to move out. And as for the residence part..."

You rummaged through the leather bag slung over your shoulder and took out a creased brochure of a newly built apartment based in the heart of east Osaka with its breathtaking cherry blossom conifers and pious shrines. The leaflet's minimalistic design delineated the idiosyncratic architectural structure of the tall building on the front page. Anybody could tell that this jointly owned establishment may settle for tenants with stable incomes.

For someone who changed the BL archives with her plot-driven works, Y/N could provide the fees to rent a homey room on the clabber-plastered apartment complex.

Mai shifted on her seat and studied the brochure on the table with interest— crossing her legs and leaning her torso forward to get a full view of the given pamphlet. "The building does seem promising. You could even check out your works in the Manga Shops at the city." She remarked as her eyes skimmed through the brochure, taking note of the facilities and rooms for the future tenants.

"Right? I already checked the place out yesterday, and coincidentally, the studio office is close by," The H/C-haired female pushed back the tiny strands of baby hair tickling her forehead as it was annoying her smooth skin. "They even allow pets. The apartment buildings I visited mostly don't allow pets, and the others who do, they have weird-ass tenants whom I don't really wanna be neighbors with." She ended, scratching the back of her neck.

"Soooooo, that's the apartment you're planning to move in."

You nodded your head, "I prepared the papers and told my parents about it. Maybe you can help me move my things out?" You suggested to your friend as your leg overlapped with the other, biting into another piece of onigiri from the porcelain plate.

Tilting her head to the side, Mai let out a light scoff from the BL mangaka's proposition as she gestured her hand downwards. "I'm offended, Y/N! Of course, I'll help you." She expressed her whimsical disbelief through her words. "I thought we were best of friends." The young lady teased.

"After all those collab fan arts of the Akatsuki, why wouldn't we be at this point?" You joked; however, the shinobi anime reference wasn't technically a gag as you both had a history of fangirling over the smexy criminal organization— even if you both had a peculiar taste in men. "By the way, why did you choose this place? Isn't this sort of far away from your workplace?" You questioned the red-haired female, a bit curious on why she decided to meet up with you in this Onigiri Restaurant.

Mai's lips turned up into a smirk as she motioned her finger for you to move closer. "My assistants and I decided to eat here after a hard day's work. By the time we were all seated, our eyes got blessed when the restaurant's owner catered to our table!" She whispered with excitement dipped on her tongue.

"Oh boy, if you had seen him, you would've gotten the inspiration to make a character from his well-sculpted face."

You raised a brow and let out a snortle, "We went here because a hot owner caught your attention? I should've gone with you then." You played along and couldn't help but laugh at your friend's reason for dining out a distance away from her studio office.

Like middle schoolers, you both giggled as Mai continued her story of the dashing Onigiri restaurant owner with her witty play of words. You never had any interest in dating; however, you still bid no mind to your friend's fawning over pretty men who would unlikely pay attention to either of them.

"That owner you're talking about might not visit his restaurant, Mai."

"I know, silly! But I do wonder what that work of art does outside his work."

Osamu is a very patient man. May it be through his responsibility of running an Onigiri business, or may it be just a simple waiting in line at the subway station of Tokyo, the male wouldn't lose his temper nor be frustrated over such trivial things.

But when his exhausted figure slugged inside the comforts of his home and found the living room all trashed with empty bottles of energy drinks and bags of chips, Osamu was finally at his breaking point.

"Atsumu, you mother-fucker... COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!" He burst out, calling out his twin brother's name as he began picking up the trashes scattered throughout his coffee table and his lawson couch. His ears caught the sound of loud footsteps thumping on the wooden-tiled floor as he could immediately tell that it was a certain someone who came down the stairs.

A bed of ruffled blonde hair popped out of the stairway as a certain setter casually jumps into the scene of the untidy crime, walking towards the other twin with open arms.

"Welcome home, Samu! Did your staff make a mistake in the newly-opened shop back at Shinjuku? You look a bit frustrated right now-"

Atsumu stopped himself once he noticed his twin brother standing over the mess he forgot to clean up. His arms dropped to the side while his chocolate eyes shifted over to Osamu's annoyed expression, "Okay. This time, I absolutely forgot to clean up." The male tried to explain himself.

The quiet one of the two shook his head in disapproval, sighing out and pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his fiery nerves. "I found this apartment, Tsumu. I think it's best for the both of us if you could finally get your own place." He stated, hearing the slight choke coming from his brother's throat.

"WHAT?! What made you think that this would be the best for the both of us, Samu?" Atsumu protested, his eyebrows furrowing together in confusion as to why his brother would suggest that sort of idea.

Osamu raised his hand and lifted three of his fingers to his twin's eye level. "First, you sometimes disrupt my sleep whenever you'd bring your flings at home," He stated and didn't bother to let the other speak their mind about the issue at hand as he continued his statement of reasons. "Second, you'd sometimes forget to do your lists of chores and often lie that you didn't do them because you were tired from training." He paused for a moment, thinking of a third reason until it clicked in the back of his mind.

"Lastly, you're a 23 professional athlete, who makes a lot of money than what I usually make, and yet, you're living with your twin brother."

Atsumu stared at Osamu as he crossed his arms, "So? You'll kick me out if I don't move out of your place?" He derided, his voice mostly holding a hint of teasing as he knew his brother wouldn't act so rashly over those reasons.

Oh, was the male so wrong.

"Yes, Tsumu. I'm kicking you out."

[tsumuniri]

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu most of the time. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

Now what will happen if fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment?

。m.list ❯❯ prev┃next

TWO ━━ THE GIRL NEIGHBOR

THE FORTUNE OF GETTING EVERYTHING Atsumu desired had always blessed his luck in his twenty-three years of living on this habitable planet— may it be in his talents for the ball sport or even outside his athletic career. This man surely knew what it means to be spoiled by the gods as they loomed over his being and guided him through the prosperity of his lifetime. He was a guy who could attain his dreams by any means necessary.

So, here he is, debating on which detergent he should buy because he had finally moved into the apartment his brother recommended.

He hasn't settled in at the moment. The room he rented was still a mess of cardboard boxes full of his things piling up on top of each other. It was a new environment for the male as he had always stuck to Osamu throughout his life; they were partners in crime after all.

That was when he decided what was his current goal at the moment; to survive a week of living alone without asking for his brother's help. Hence, the reason why he's here in the cleaning aisle of the grocery close by, having difficulty in choosing if he should use powder or liquid detergents.

"Are you stupid or something?" An irritated voice spoke up from behind the setter's crouching figure. Atsumu sneaked a glance over his shoulder and lazily grinned at his teammate and friend. "Great timing, Omi-kun!" He chirped, standing up from his last position before turning around to face the ravenette.

Sakusa rolled his eyes, "For your information, buying cleaning products isn't the only thing I do. I just like my place and myself to be tidy. Can we also quicken up the pace, please?" He spoke out his thoughts as he got one of the liquid detergents set on the shelves, carefully placing it inside the grocery basket.

"Didn't know you'll get offended by my texts. I was only joking about that time you bought that many cleaning products," The blonde shrugged his shoulders casually, "It was a funny sight. You really looked like a janitor that time." He snickered at the memory of the other with the bags full of cleaning supplies.

Sakusa clicked his tongue and took a step past Atsumu, "I don't usually buy that many supplies. Half of those were for Bokuto-san and Hinata-san," He held the two metal handles of the grocery basket, hoisting the holder up as he let it hang by the side of his thigh. "Speaking of those two, they already texted me that they've finally arrived at your new apartment in Morinomiya. They mentioned your brother also dropped by with some onigiri." He notified the other male.

Atsumu grumbled from his teammate's words as he followed Sakusa's trail towards the snacks aisle. "Ya mean the same brother who decided to betray me?" He mumbled, his expression seeming like a child who just got grounded by their parents for a whole week.

"And yet, you still visit his Onigiri place in the city. You love him, don't be sissy about it. You got kicked out because you were too complacent, and unlike during your high school days, you realized that your brother wouldn't be there for you all the time."

The blonde stayed silent, most likely agreeing with the ravenette's statement. Although the two brothers argued for a while after Osamu announced the unfortunate news about his twin's boot out of the household, Atsumu knew that it was the best for both of them as it was time for him to get an apartment (even if he sort of dislikes the idea of moving).

Despite him understanding this, it wouldn't hurt to be a drama queen for once.

"Yeah, yeah. I get it." Atsumu mouthed as he motioned his hand in upward movements, walking over to the cashier register to check out their groceries. A frown etched on Sakusa's face from under his white face mask, not a slight bit amused by the latter's laid-back composure. He adjusted his grip on the basket's handle then followed behind to the location of the check-out counter.

The cashier, who looked as if she was currently in high school, kept on stealing glances between the blonde male and the cleaning supplies she was checking out. With lips pursed from her thoughts, her eyes slightly squinted every time it landed on Atsumu.

'What is this girl's problem?' He thought, raising his brows at the girl's serious expression. He cleared his throat and let his eyes wandered around the vicinity to distract himself from the cashier's peeks.

After the uncanny interaction with the young cashier, the two volleyball players made their way to the newly-built apartment building that the blonde-haired setter is now residing. From what the raven-haired outside hitter mentioned before, their two other teammates had already ordered two boxes of pizza and couldn't help but devour its cheesy goodness once it arrives. Atsumu quickened his pace from the newly-given information as he wouldn't like to meet the sight of two empty pizza boxes in his apartment.

"Tsumu-Tsum! Great timing. The pizzas are here!" Bokuto cheered after seeing his two comrades walked in from the front door. His eyes lit up while his mouth formed into a wide smile— almost looking like he won the jackpot of a million yen (not like he needs it anyway since he earns more than that).

A certain tangerine-haired male was already munching a slice beside him, "Omir-shan, Arsurmu-shan," Hinata said, mouth full of pizza dough and toppings. He then chewed the last bit of bread and swallowed the piece down his throat, "Welcome back! I like the new place, by the way, Atsumu-san!" He ended his statement, taking another slice from the pizza box.

Sakusa cringed from the mess on the table and how their two reckless teammates ate the freshly-oven baked slices. He lowered the grocery bag he was carrying on one of the moving boxes beside him as Atsumu followed suit. "Did you guys even washed your hands before eating?" The masked male straightly asked as he sat down on the carpeted floor.

"Don't worry. We did! Bokuto-san even brought the hand sanitizer that Akaashi-san bought for him." Hinata replied, scooching over to the side as he gestured Atsumu with a nod of his head.

Atsumu walked over to his side of the table, taking the spot the short male had spared for him. The blonde then lifted the closed pizza box with his right hand and almost gagged at the chosen toppings, "You guys ordered two Hawaiians? That's sickening." Atsumu stuck his tongue out in disgust and lowered the box's paper lid, deciding to get one of his brother's onigiris instead.

"I'm the one who invited you all here to celebrate my new home, and yet, you guys wanted to be douchebags by ordering my least favorite flavor of pizza."

"You're the only person here who doesn't like pineapples on a pizza, Atsumu-san." Sakusa pointed out, moving the face mask under his chin with his index finger then taking a bite on his slice of the Hawaiin pizza. "Besides, it's three-to-one. You wouldn't win at all." He added, to which the other two avid pineapple lovers agreed with hums of satisfaction.

A thought suddenly popped in Bokuto's mind as he licked the tomato sauce off the tip of his fingers. "Oh yeah! I met a cute girl while I was waiting for Hinata outside your apartment. She also moved in just a few days ago, and guess what? She's living in the room across from you!" He stated out of the blue and laughed lightly at how it was such a coincidence.

This statement caught the attention of the other three, mainly the blonde-headed volleyball player.

"Maybe you could give your new neighbor some onigiri, Atsumu! Like a welcome gift!" Hinata grinned widely, his tone having a trace of excitement as he began eating another slice of the Hawaiian pizza.

Atsumu casually shrugged his shoulders, "Maybe..." He trailed off before taking a bite off the seaweed-rice snack.

The horologe of time had passed by quickly as the blazing sun settled down for the glowing moon to shun upon the busy streets of Osaka, the twinkling stars glittering the night sky with constellations and patches of galaxies from a distance. The simple gathering ended and left the room in peaceful silence. However, Atsumu was still sitting on the floor, his legs overlapping each other as his arms crossed against his built chest.

"Should I?"

He thought out loud as his eyes stare at the box of left-over onigiri. The blonde heaved out a breath through his nostrils before he stood up from his position, patting the dust particles off his bottom. He reached over the box, not bothering to transfer the contents in another container since it would've taken another set of minutes in trying to search for one.

"Here we go." Atsumu swung the door open and immediately noticed the door from across was slightly opened. No light was emitting from the inside. It triggered the male's intuition to check the situation of his neighbor as the scenario of a burglar robbing a harmless female concerned him greatly.

With a slight push of his hand, the door eerily creaked like it was a prop in a horror movie set-up. His eyes tried to look into the dark apartment. But unfortunately, the moving packages were stacked in every spot of the apartment, making it difficult for his peripheral vision to catch anything suspicious of some kind. "Hello?" He called out and didn't get any answer.

'I swear to the gods... If I'm getting killed by a serial killer.'

It's his fault for watching those horror movies in the past. If he hadn't watched that one texas killer with the chainsaw, he wouldn't have gotten scared at all. Atsumu's heart thumped loudly against his ribcage from the anxiety of having to roam around this creepy apartment.

A groan echoed off the walls, stopping the male from his tracks as his body froze like a statue. His throat went dry while his palms started to sweat when he felt an unknown presence creeping up behind him. He closed his eyes shut and quickly spun around to greet the unknown person with a power punch, "Get the fuck away, demon!" Atsumu screeched, still holding onto the box of onigiri safely in the other hand.

"Ouch! Why the heck did you do that for?"

Atsumu peeked his eye open and found you sprawled on the wooden floor, hissing in pain as you caressed your bruised cheek. You were wearing your pajamas as it seemed like you had just woken up from your slumber.

Oops. It's a false alarm, after all.

## it’s gonna get good boiz

## taglist: @underratedmage ; @haikyuuwifu (if you guys wanna be added in the taglist, please comment down! :>)

[tsumuniri]

❝ DRAW ME LIKE ONE OF YOUR SEMES, Y/N. ❞

━━━ Atsumu Miya is a free-loader. Living inside his twin brother's home as if it was his, he would bring home girls and annoy Osamu with the non-soundproof walls. Y/N L/N is quite the opposite apparently because she's a virgin loser. Being the popular anonymous BL mangaka known as Yamazaki, she stays in the homey abode of her parents and watches boys from afar for references (not for admiration sadly).

As luck would have it, fate decided to tie these two idiots together and made them live across each other in one apartment.

Follow the adventures of Y/N and Atsumu as they face life with convenience store food, broken showers, doggy babysitting, and a whole lot of favors!

✏︎ GENRES ━━ romance | comedy

✏︎ PAIRING ━━ a. miya & f. reader

✏︎ WARNING ━━ swearing, innuendos & spoiler warning

✎ CHAPTERS 。

━━━━❯ prologue

━━━━❯ one

━━━━❯ two

ⓒ draw me, yamazaki | tsumuniri 2021

[tsumuniri]

✧。ABOUT ME ━━━━━

hello hellow ! name’s ishi and i am behind this hq blog :> writing is sort of a hobby of mine and i usually write fics in my wp lmao,, i’m an awkward social bean lolol but i do have friends irl and online ! so if you wanne be friends, don’t be shy to hmu ❤︎ now here’s a few infos about me ( which is why we’re here lmao ).

AGE: seventeen BIRTHDATE: 09.23.03 ETHNICITY: filipino NATIONALITY: filipino FAV FOOD: pork cutlet bowl WATTPAD: @/SAMUGIRI

so yeah that’s what i thought of rn,, i don’t know lolol. and yahs, i’m a filipina hehe :> english ain’t my first language so bear with me gois ! i also do graphics and video editing, so if you need any help with anything editing-related, i’ll gladly help ya’ll ❤︎ i’ll have to end this here hihi,, see yah xoxo !!

[tsumuniri]

━━━━ OH, DARLING 。✧

✎ ┅┅┅┅┅┅ about me 。✧

✎ ┅┅┅┅┅┅ request 。✧

✎ ┅┅┅┅┅┅ m. list 。✧

[tsumuniri]

✧。MASTER LIST ━━━━

✐ ┅┅┅┅ KARASUNO 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ AOBA JOHSAI 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ NEKOMA 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ SHIRATORIZAWA 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ INARIZAKI 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ FUKURODANI 。

✐ ┅┅┅┅ OTHERS 。

[tsumuniri]

If the request is open, may I ask a scenario for a Vampire! Semi Eita and a female S/O where he bit her? It can be anything, really. Would that be fine?

## hey thereee! i never used my tumblr acct before and during the time you requested, but i am starting to be active as of now :> i hope this scenario will suffice!

━━ TWILIGHT RE-ENACTMENT

✏︎ GENRE ━━ fluff

✏︎ PAIRING ━━ vampire! e. semi & f. reader

"You're a... Vampire?"

Semi could only stare at the carpeted floor of their apartment as he couldn't look you in the eyes without seeing the bite mark on the nape of your neck.

It was the usual movie night for the young couple. The two of you debated whether you should watch Disney or some romantic movie, and alas, you had gotten the taste of sweet victory once you held the remote control on your hands. Semi knew that you would choose that stupid vampire movie, Twilight, but since it wasn't that big of a deal (and he knew his peculiar tendencies wouldn't be a hindrance), the ash-haired male watched the film with no complaints.

But then his idiotic girlfriend accidentally cut herself with a fruit knife when she sliced an apple.

Everything went haywire after that— with the speed of a jet plane, you found yourself trapped between the arms of your boyfriend on the couch. You'd normally think he would do the tango with you rather than watching the heroine get her blood sucked on by a sparkling vampire, but this, this was different. The brown hues you have always admired closely turned into deep red irises that glowed under the dimly lit living room. His canines were now elongated and protruded as he opened his mouth and bit your neck. However, the blood feasting was only for a short while since you punched the guy's face out of reflex and excruciating pain. Fortunately, the heavy impact snapped Semi out of his animalistic behavior.

Now here you guys are! 

You stood before your blood-thirsty boyfriend, who still even had a small stain of the crimson liquid on the corner of his lips. Vampires don't actually surprise you since your family has been dealing with supernatural beings for ages. Though, you didn't expect your boyfriend would be one. You sighed out and crossed your arms, "Come here, Eita." You called the other out.

Semi took little hesitant steps over to you, never sparing a glance at your face until he felt something touch his lips. He didn't move a muscle as you wiped the blood off his lips with your thumb. Shouldn't you scream and run away? He was utterly baffled by the treatment you were giving to him, not being used to this kind of reception whenever he'd reveal his true identity.

"If you want to re-enact a Twilight scene, maybe tell me ahead of time, okay?"

[ishiwrites]

Minsan kailangan mo humarap sa salamin Hindi upang itsura ay kilatisin Kundi upang ibang tao'y silipin Kung totoo parin sila sayo kahit hindi ka nakatingin

[ishiwrites]

If you can’t stop your tears from falling, HIDE

Till it all runs dry