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Suzie: If we took a long weekend, would you look after Jacob? Ivan: Yes! Bruno: You barely have any holidays left. Ivan: I’ll call in sick. Miya: [snorts] Don’t go getting’ your ass fired, we could always ask Suzie’s mom. Suzie: Ew though. Miya: To put it nicely. Ivan: You’d rather stay here anyway.. right, J? … Bruno: [sighs] Ivan… Ivan: What? I’m just fuckin’ sittin’ here. Bruno: You’re fretting. Ivan: I ain’t worried about Oscar, he’s probably right; she’ll love it. Bruno: Quit it with the other thing then, it’s late. [Ivan scoffs, throwing himself under the sheets] Bruno: Goodnight~ Ivan: [grumbles] Night.

[meleth03]

Coach Foster: Has anyone seen Miya?

Atsumu, laying face-down on the floor: Present.

[helmarok]

real milf hours ft the miyamotos

[teamatsumu]

compression. (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

summary: atsumu is the perfect person to feed your obsession with kiyoomi’s arms.

word count: 1172

warnings: swearing, very mildly suggestive (if you squint), detailed descriptions of kiyoomi’s arms in compression sleeves so it’s not for the faint hearted

tags: @keiva1000 @kindnessspreads @msbyomimi

When you studied Marketing and Communications in university, you didn’t exactly anticipate that your future would include you managing a V League Division 1 sports team. But every day when you went into work, you thanked the gods above that this is where your career path had led you, because that meant you could ogle Sakusa Kiyoomi and his infamous compression sleeves all day.

Oftentimes you were certain Kiyoomi didn’t mean anything by them. For him, they were practical. They kept his arms taut and ready for the ball. They made his movements sharper. He received the ball better. He didn’t have to feel his bare skin on the dirty court. These were all reasons you had heard straight out of his mouth. When you heard him mention them so nonchalantly, it almost made you feel bad for the absolutely sinful- borderline deranged- thoughts you had in your head about the way those sleeves made his arms look.

You were well aware of the kind of thoughts Kiyoomi’s choice of athletic wear caused among his fans. To put it simply and bluntly, they went feral over it. There were whole Twitter accounts dedicated to just his arms, or his chest. And as someone who often managed social media profiles for some of the members, you got to see the most unhinged of these comments with your own two eyes. And you would be the first to (secretly) admit that you agreed with 90% of what was being said, because holy shit did those sleeves do something to you.

Most of the time during practice, you could feel your eyes drift back over to the man in question, wearing a black sports tee and those godforsaken sleeves, working up quite the set as they played set after set to prepare for their next game. As the hours passed, Kiyoomi would get more and more disheveled, curls becoming unruly enough that he would grab a towel, biceps flexing as he ran it over the nape of his neck and dipped into the collar of his shirt. Christ almighty.

You should’ve known that you would eventually get caught. But if it was anyone who would notice, you had expected it to be Meian or maybe Coach Foster. But the person who did bring it up to you happened to be the biggest nightmare in this scenario; Miya Atsumu.

“Ya should be a little less obvious ‘bout it.” He commented when he trudged over to the bench where you sat, grabbing a water bottle and beginning to chug. You tore your eyes from Kiyoomi who now had his back to you, the muscles under his shirt flexing with every movement. You raised an eyebrow at the blond, not yet correlating his words with your hidden obsession. He placed the bottle down and placed a hand on his hip, giving you a knowing smirk.

“A blind grandma could notice the way yer lookin’ at him.”

Your eyes widened and cheeks flamed when he nudged his head in Kiyoomi’s direction, and you knew you had been caught. You clenched your jaw hard.

“You say a single word-”

He threw his hands up as if in surrender, effectively silencing your threat in its tracks.

“I won’t, promise! But there is one thing…..”

You groaned loudly, throwing your head back. Of course, of fucking course he would blackmail you with this.

“What do you want?” You deadpanned, glaring at him and preparing for the worst.

Atsumu looked a bit affronted, as if the mere insinuation that he might want something was preposterous to him. You gave him another tired look, until he sighed and gave up, plopping down heavily on the bench next to you.

“A phone number. Ya know that cute girl who comes by once a month? From the Volleyball Association?”

“No.”

Atsumu’s mouth dropped like a child who just got slapped. “Hey c’mon! Ya didn’t even hear me out!”

You groaned and pinched the bridge of your nose, feeling a characteristic frontal headache begin to build, courtesy of Miya Atsumu. “I’m tired of setting you up with people, Tsumu! It won’t end well, as always-”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with his compression sleeves.”

You give him an unimpressed look. “I can get hundreds of those off the internet.”

“I’ll get you a picture of Omi with just his compression sleeves.”

That made you halt in your tracks. You searched Atsumu’s face for any form of mockery or lie, and you found none. Your eyebrows shot up when you realized he was being serious.

“In the locker room. I can get it for ya today.”

Oh my god. Instinctively, your eyes darted over to the man in question, who was talking to Hinata about something. It looked like volleyball tips since he had his arms before him in a receiving position, and Hinata was rapidly nodding to what he was saying.

“No.” You shook your head. “No, that’s wrong.”

“I’ll take a selfie with him, yeah? He will know there’s a photo. And I can send it in the groupchat.”

You look back at Atsumu, seriously contemplating his offer. He kept yapping, as per usual, thinking that the more he talked, the likelier it would be to convince you. And the bastard was right, it was working.

“No one else will bat an eye. We see each other in the lockers all the time. No big deal.”

You bit your lip in thought. The possibility of seeing Kiyoomi shirtless and only in compression sleeves had your pulse rising.

“And you just want her number in return?”

Atsumu nodded eagerly. You gave him a narrow-eyed glare.

“Send the picture. Then I will give you the number.”

His triumphant grin made it feel like he had already won. “Deal.”

That evening, when your phone pinged with a text notification, you nearly flew across the bed to grab it, opening the picture Atsumu sent in the groupchat with eager fingers and freezing as soon as you laid eyes on it.

Atsumu had held up his end of the bargain spectacularly.

He had taken the picture with Kiyoomi a little further in the background, so he could get the man’s full torso in it. He was facing slightly away from the camera, but his face was turned towards it, capturing the scowl between his eyebrows and the little pout of his mouth. He was gloriously shirtless, still a bit sweaty from practice, and he held his shirt in his hand, one arm flexed as he held it while the other was held carelessly by his side, compression sleeves hugging the cords of toned muscles just right.

There was another ping, pulling you out of your trance and making you realize just how dry your mouth had gotten. Atsumu had messaged you privately.

“My payment? ;)”

You rolled your eyes and sent him the number, immediately going back to the picture and starring it for future reference, a tiny smile quirking up the corner of your lip as you did so.

[kikiyoomis]

it’s not hard for sakusa to voice out his thoughts and opinions. he sees no point in beating around the bush. while others might think voicing out their thoughts and opinions makes them unlikable, vulnerable or weak, sakusa never once worried about other people thought about him and what he said.

until now.

prided with his ability to remain consistent and put in effort with everything that he does, sakusa doesn’t know what to do when his usual routine slips right out from under his feet.

these past few weeks his serves were lacking, his receiving isn’t as solid and he kept missing spikes. not even punishing himself with a thousand reps was fixing it. he is at the peak of his career and he was watching in real time how everything was crumbling beneath him.

he’s panicking, especially when coach foster subbed him out the first set after his fourth miss of the game. normally sakusa doesn’t mind substitutions much but this was different. normally he was subbed off to rest when the game was going well. but that was usually towards the end of the game. this was the first set and he was not put on the starting lineup for the next four.

“it’s okay omi-kun! we all have our bad days!” bokuto tries to cheer him up after a close loss today.

“bokuto-san is right! after some rest you’re sure to be back on your game!” hinata joins in.

the locker room wasn’t as depressing as it usually is when the team loses. since it was only the preliminaries, the team can afford one loss. even atsumu didn’t seem to hold this loss too personally like he usually does.

“if omi-kun kept that up the entire game i might be more mad,” atsumu says offhandly to another member on the team, clearly without the intention of hurting sakusa but the words cuts deep. sakusa knows atsumu is like this whenever someone on the team is underperforming during the entire game. it was just that this was the first that sakusa was the victim.

“miya!” meian scolds atsumu, and all eyes are on sakusa. he doesn’t like the attention so he quickly packs his bag and leaves.

you’re there when he gets home. smiling and looking ever so beautiful wearing the replica of his jersey you bought years ago.

sakusa smiles back, but you can see that his smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“kiyoomi? what’s wrong? you don’t look so good,” you ask worriedly. this is the part where sakusa would tell you how frustrated he feels however the words are caught in his throat.

he didn’t care about what other people thought. he truly and whole heartedly does not care. but yours, he cares about immensely. more than anyone else’s. he wants to be the strong and dependable boyfriend you’ve always bragged to your friends and family about. but if he tells you, you’re going to think he’s weak and undeserving of your love. with everything going on lately, he suddenly feels scared.

he stands there silently, unmoving. the corners of his mouth turning downwards with every passing moment. his hair hides his eyes, but a singular tear rolls down his cheek before he can realize it.

“is everything okay?” you ask him, shocked because this is the first time sakusa has ever cried around you.

there’s a part of him that’s telling him no, to not tell you what’s on his mind because he’s afraid. but there’s another part of him that’s telling him to tell you because no matter what you’ll be there for him.

but sakusa undecidedly picks neither. he shakes his head ‘no’ but doesn’t tell you why. he can’t bring the words out of his mouth. hell he can’t even calm the turmoil in his mind to even string his thoughts into coherent sentences.

he feels your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him down into an embrace. with his face in the crook of your neck, the security that no one else but you can see him like this, he wraps his arms around your waist and lets his tears flow.

it’s quiet, silent tears at first. but slowly, his shoulders starts to shake as he’s left alone with his thoughts while you comforted him.

“i don’t know why this is happening. i took all the counter measures. i took breaks when i needed to. i practices hard. i never slacked off. i took care of my health. i’m following the doctors, physicians and dietitians’ recommendations and prescriptions. why is this happening? why, why, why? i can’t let this be the way my career ends,” sakusa rambles and you pat his head in comfort.

you didn’t always have the thing he needed to hear ready to say. this is one of those times. you’re flawed too. everything that you could have suggested to sakusa was something that he already tried. what could you say?

but you didn’t need to. the warm comforting embrace was all sakusa needed. this was something only you could give. his teammates wasn’t going to give him comfort like this (they were never going to be close enough to hug anyways) and his family wouldn’t understand his struggles as an athlete. but you did. with every day and night he spent with you, the more the two of you grew to understand each other.

“no one has a perfect career,” you finally say. sakusa hugs you a little tighter, still a little apprehensive about what you might say next.

“but we’ll get through it. maybe it’s not what you’re doing wrong but how? maybe instead of the same consistent routine, you change it up a bit. change the order, give your body something new to work with?” you suggest.

with tear stained cheeks sakusa looks a little stunned at what you said. but he wipes his tears and nods.

sakusa tells other people what he’s thinking without remorse or second thoughts. but with you, sometimes he gets second thoughts because he doesn’t want you to have an ill opinion of him. but it’s okay. he doesn’t need to tell you everything when you can wordlessly read what’s on his mind anyways. and he can always count you being there for him, at his best and at his worst, even if at the moment he doesn’t know. because you’ll always let him know that you will be.

[miya-rin]

“oh cmon, you’re telling me you haven’t thought about dating me at least once?”

not again. “no atsumu, you font think i have known you too long to not have realised how you act? i hate to say it but you just aren’t my type.” you’re lying. you have had a crush on him since your last year of middle school, however, miya atsumu may possibly have one of the most annoying personalities you have ever had the misfortune of coming across. for the past month he has taken pleasure in flirting with you to elicit a reaction and so far it hasn’t worked.

so far.

today you decided it was the perfect time to fluster him, i mean it would only be fair to flirt back with him after he has been trying to get your attention for so long, right?

“wow yn you’re going to break my heart, i get i can be a bit much but you don’t find me handsome at all?” the shit eating grin on his face somehow makes him look even more attractive, it highlights the warmth in his cheeks and brings out very faint crow’s feet that just look gorgeous on him. he’s making it way to hard now, you have to flirt with him.

“i mean you are very attractive atsumu, only an idiot would be dumb enough to lie about that.” you’re strategic with your moves, you have seen the way he reacts with his fans so you know the best ways to make him blush. simply placing your hand flat on his chest and staring at his lips for a few seconds is enough to give him a rosy complexion.

“you have such a pretty face, especially when you’re blushing, god i could look at your for hours,” oh he is red now, the plan is working. you start to run your hands down his abs very faintly, he can barely feel the touch of your fingers but he knows its there, he so badly wants to see where his stomach connects with you, but he cant seem to pull his eyes away from yours. “and don’t get me started on your voice, or that amazing body of yours.”

if he were to actually listen to what you are saying he would hear the very obvious sarcasm placed right in front of him, but right now he’s too busy trying to restrain himself from grabbing both sides of your face and kissing you in front of all his teammates. he feels your feather light touches start to ghost up to his head where your fingers make home in his yellow blonde hair, slightly scratching at his scalp in a way you know has him itching for more.

“yn…” he breathes out, he doesn’t really know what he would even say to you, but before he can even think of a sentence you’re starting again.

“and your hair, i love it, the way it compliments your eyes so perfectly, and how soft it is. i think—” your words are cut off by the ringing of the msby jackals gym bell, telling the team its time for a break from practice.

“oh, sorry tsumu,” removing your hand from his hair, he looks sort of disappointed, its cute to say the least. “i have to go help coach foster get the next activity ready.”

and so atsumu is left there completely stunned, a little sweaty and very red, although he claims its just from the intense practice. the only thing he can think to do is grab his phone and open the team groupchat to confess his dying love for their manager.

miya atsumu

holy shit guys

you’ll never guess what just happened

[dollysilena]

TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER THREE | BABY ON BOARD

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 3.5k — this chapter was originally going to be 7k+ words, but for my own sanity during editing i decided to split it in two different chapters instead! i also thought it would be easier to read in separate chapters instead of just one really condensed one so pls forgive me 🗿

The past twelve hours had been a whirlwind for Miya Atsumu.

His day started late, but not out of his own fault! He swore it. It was just because his alarm clock didn’t go off. At least that’s what he told Coach Foster when he walked into practice late with a Starbucks frappuccino. But hey, at least he got one for everyone right? The team nutritionist yelled at him later for it because sugar wasn’t on the regiment, especially with the V-League season so soon. Hinata gladly slurped down the drink though, which consequently sent him into a sugar rush later. And once that happened, their coach chewed out Atsumu for the ginger’s erratic playing. It seemed like the scolding was neverending, but he shook it off as practice continued. He thought that the rest of the day was going to go on without any more hitches, up until he got a call from his brother. 

“She’s here right now with a kid. He’s four years old, and I don’t think the fact he looks like ya is a coincidence.”

The air stilled, and despite the clamor and ruckus of the gym around him, all Atsumu heard was the ringing in his ears and the silence on Osamu’s end. A kid?

There was no way. Osamu was just messing with him, right? It was just a prank, Suna or one of their friends probably put him up to it. There’s no way that… that he actually… He thought of you, something his mind hadn’t crossed paths with in awhile. You were just a girl who left him high and dry five years ago… without a word. He wanted to tell himself he wasn’t convinced, but something lurching in his stomach told him otherwise.

The denial didn’t stop Atsumu from abruptly running out of practice. He would deal with what the coaches had to say later.

FIVE YEARS AGO — INARIZAKI HIGH SCHOOL

“What’s up with ya?” Atsumu questioned, slumping down on the seat infront of your desk as he faced yours. “Yer acting funny, ya sick or something?”

Atsumu couldn’t care less about the fact he was bothering you in the middle of class, all he could think about is how weird you’ve been acting with him. He thought things were going good with you over the past few weeks, maybe a little too good considering you both… He shook it off. You’ve been acting odd all week, suddenly barely sparing him a glance. Despite the fact you both weren’t dating, he had to admit it was bugging him more than it should’ve.

“What makes you say that?” You responded, almost defensively. You didn’t look up from your math worksheet, and to anyone else, it would just look like you were focused on your work, but Atsumu knew you were distracted, you hadn’t moved from the same problem for over ten minutes. 

“Well, ya barely have been talking to me this week first of all,” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “And not to mention one of your friends told me you went home early yesterday because of food poisoning.” He didn’t mean to reveal that he had been asking around about you, but you didn’t seem to linger on it.

You fiddled with the pencil on your desk, clearly avoiding his eyes. “Why does it matter to you? It’s none of your business, Miya.”

Miya? Harsh.

“And here I thought ya liked me!” Atsumu replied, melodramatically clutching his chest as if he were wounded, albeit, his ego was admittedly a little bruised. “Of course what my girl does matters to me.”

You couldn’t help yourself from cracking a smile, and Atsumu considered it a victory. 

“We’re not even dating, we met a couple weeks ago,” you replied, shaking your head. 

Atsumu rolled his eyes. Though, you were right, you had never made anything official. It was all just harmless fun, right? 

“That didn’t seem to matter when we–”

“Be quiet!” you hissed in embarrassment. Atsumu smirked when he noticed how flustered you got. When you realized Atsumu wasn’t going to let up, you gave him another sigh. 

“I think I’m just not feeling well, probably a stomach bug or something.”

“Blegh!” Atsumu replied, sticking out his tongue. “Well don’t give it to me!”

You bore a small grin at him. Atsumu smiled back, happy that he was at least able to make you feel a little better that day.

He didn’t think that would be the last time he ever saw you.

He was going to walk you home that day and he even considered finally formally asking you out. Granted, he probably should have done that before the… bathroom incident, but he digressed. He went to your classroom later only to find your desk empty. Your classmates already said you left and he shrugged it off. He would just wait until the next day.

Then you were absent the next day, and the day after.

 It wasn’t until a whole week had passed where he felt himself starting to get worried.

You weren’t answering his texts, and after awhile, they didn’t even deliver anymore. He thought things were going well, at least to him they were… Whatever, he wasn’t going to let it get to him. If you didn’t want to talk to him anymore, so be it, it wasn’t his problem. People walked out on him all the time. He repeated it like a mantra, whatever, whatever, whatever.

But it doesn’t stop him from thinking.

As the days progressed, he felt himself plunging deeper into his doubtful thoughts.  You weren’t avoiding him on purpose were you? He didn’t realize how much it was getting to him until he missed practically every set during practice because he was too busy thinking of your smile at him instead of where Osamu’s hand was. He was tired of it, he finally decided he wasn’t going to wait for you to show up. He would get the answers himself.

Afterschool, he followed the trek to your house and stirred silently. Why was he even bothered this much about some girl he barely knew? You weren’t the first girl he was with, and he didn’t plan for you to be the last. So why was it bothering him so much? He wasn’t sure why, but it crept up his spine like a chill. 

Miya Atsumu isn’t someone you can leave, he’s always made sure of it. He’s never the one left behind. He doesn’t want to be. 

He stood on your doorstep, deliberating with himself if it was even worth it. But he didn’t come all this way for nothing. Even if you told him to get lost, atleast it would put an end to his endless lamenting. It would be better than having you plague him like a damn fever. He knocked.

He doesn’t expect your mother to answer.

“What do ya mean she moved?” Atsumu asked in disbelief.

“She’s gone to live with her grandmother in Kagawa,” your mother stated firmly. “I don’t think you’ll be seeing her anytime soon.”

Before Atsumu could pry for any other details, your mother spoke again.

“Don’t ever come back to this house.”

Then the door was slammed in his face.

PRESENT DAY

Despite his best attempts at staying in denial, he realized that all the signs were there. You were getting sick, avoiding him, your sudden disappearance. He should have known something was wrong when your mother forbade him from coming back without a reason. His mind was a flurry as he rushed through the streets of Osaka. The little voice in the back of his head that was saying it was impossible was getting flooded out, it was entirely too possible. 

In his rush inside Onigiri Miya, he was met with a body crashing into him. He looked down to see a horrified face infront of him, it’s yours. And in your arms, an unassuming boy that looked indisputably like him. A moment passed, as if the world stopped spinning on its axis. The panic seemed to be flooding out of your body and into the room. His mouth felt dry and whatever was spinning through his mind was suddenly a standstill. His gaze followed back to the boy, and his heart lurched.

There was no doubt about it, he had a son.

Even if you hadn’t told him, Atsumu could instinctively already tell, something in his gut just knew. He shared his smile, his brown eyes, and even his naturally dark hair that swept in the same way Atsumu’s did when he was that age. There was a piece of him out there, and he didn’t know all these years.

He barely choked out, “could we talk?”

While you both spoke at the table together, and as he gazed at Haru playing with Osamu and your friend not far away, he found himself wondering so many questions. What had Haru looked like when he was a baby? What was he like? Was he more energetic and lively like him? Or more quiet and reserved like his brother was? Was anyone there to help you through the pregnancy? What were his first words? Did he ever ask about him once he was old enough to understand what a father was?

“Atsumu, you realize what you’re asking right? You’re agreeing to be a father, which you just found out right now of all things. It’s a commitment, no take backsies.”

He knew he should’ve weighed the circumstances more, you were right after all, it was a commitment, a life-long one. Not to mention he barely found out an hour ago. Did he even know how to be a father? Infact, Atsumu hadn’t even considered kids in his life yet. He thought he had a long time before he thought he ever had to make that decision.

He thought about Haru, and how for years, he didn’t grow up with a father. His jaw hardened. Four years was too long for him to be absent. He couldn’t just… walk out. When he looked at Haru, he couldn’t possibly think of going on with living his life while knowing his son was out there. 

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

After your talk and once the situation was settled, atleast as much as it could be, Atsumu had offered to walk you home for the night. You decided to opt out of the company party you were attending for obvious reasons, and Naomi made sure to pass the news on to your boss about a “family emergency”.

 Now there he was, walking down the streets with his ex highschool fling, and his child. Whoever said life worked in unexpected ways, he wasn’t quite imagining this.

You both walked in silence, with Haru in your arms as he slept soundly. Atsumu wasn’t sure what to say, or if he even wanted to break the silence, so he kept quiet. Throughout the walk, he found himself stealing glances at you, and it felt as if he were meeting you all over again. You obviously weren’t the same girl he knew all those years ago. You held yourself up with a maturity he felt like he couldn’t match. Unlike him, sometimes he still felt like the clumsy kid he was in highschool. Maturity was something he always seemed to lack. His friends and brother always made sure to remind him of that whenever he behaved so. 

He looked down at Haru, still fast asleep. He imagined it was well past his bedtime now. You stifled a yawn as you carried the small boy, the tiredness seemed to be contagious. He saw your shoulders beginning to sag, and Atsumu realized you had been carrying him for the better portion of the walk.

“Here, let me take him,” he offered. “You’re tired.”

You looked up at him, with a raised eyebrow. “Have you held a kid before?”

He felt himself pause. Had he held a kid before? There were a few times at family reunions where he held the children of distant family members but that had all been for mere seconds before another family member scooped them up. He remembered how his mom was able to hold him and his brother at once for hours on end, how hard could it be?

“No, but I want to try seeing as I have one now.”

You laughed and extended Haru out to Atsumu, who gently took the boy as if he were made of porcelain. Haru shifted in his sleep, but comfortably adjusted into the setter’s arms.

He heard your laugh beside him and he immediately stiffened up. Had he done something wrong?

“He’s not a volleyball,” you chuckled, “hold him up from here.” You went to adjust Atsumu’s position and pushed up his arm so Haru’s weight could rest on it. He felt his cheeks burn in embarrassment, apparently it was harder than he thought.

“Good,” you replied, patting his arm, and he had to stop himself from blushing when he felt your fingers brushing his arm. “Now just keep him there.”

Atsumu nodded as you continued your walk. It’s then that the thought hit him—when he was finally holding Haru in his arms—that he's his. 

His arms instinctively held Haru tighter. No, he couldn’t be doubtful now. There was too much on the line and too much time lost. Unlike the past four years, he swore that he would be there from now on, no matter what.

You both rounded the corner before you got to your apartment complex, a smaller building in the quieter part of the city. You both had lived here all this time, and he didn’t know. Had he ever walked down this street unknowingly?

“This is us,” you stated, gesturing to the building. He felt himself trying to come up with something to say, but nothing came out. He just knew he didn’t want the night to end, there was still so much he had to know.

“Would you like to come in for a bit? I have some pictures of Haru I could show you.” You asked, and it was like you read his mind.

“I would like that.”

He followed you inside and into the elevator where you led him to your apartment. You flicked on the lights and Atsumu glanced around. He looked around and saw Haru’s toys laying about, pictures of the two of you framed around the home, he even spotted Haru’s homework still strewn out on the coffee table. You both crept inside, careful to be quiet as to not wake Haru. You led him down a hallway and opened a door to what he presumed was Haru’s room, and ushered him inside. 

Atsumu carried the boy inside his room, and looked around. He saw his drawings framed along the walls, toys, stuffed animals, and noticed a volleyball near his toy trunk. He made a mental note to ask Haru about that later. He padded over to the bed, and set him down so he was laying. You came up beside him, and tucked the covers over him before kissing his forehead. 

He realized this was the first time he was putting his son to sleep. Was this what having a family was like?

You both quietly exited the room, making sure to close Haru’s door so he wasn’t disturbed by you both outside.

“I can make us some tea,” you said, as he nodded. He didn’t even really like tea, he was just glad he could stay. He followed you to the kitchen, where he took a seat at the kitchen island while you put the kettle on the stove.

“Is it just ya two here?” He asked, looking around. You had some pictures framed up, as well as some photographs hung on the fridge which he could see. But from what he could tell, it was only you, Haru, and sometimes Naomi in the photos.

“Yup,” you responded, pulling out two mugs from the cabinet above you. “Since Haru was born, really.”

Atsumu felt his heart in his stomach. “Even when ya were pregnant?”

Atsumu saw you still, and he hoped he didn’t open an old wound. He scolded himself for not being more sensitive, and letting his own curiosity get the better of him. 

“When I told my parents, they kicked me out,” you stated bluntly, putting the tea bags in the cups. “They sent me to live with my grandmother, who was amazingly supportive, but she died before Haru was born, so since then it was just us.”

Atsumu was silent, he wasn't sure what to say. I’m sorry? I’m sorry that I wasn’t there? But that wasn’t enough, it didn’t change what you had to go through. The thought of you being in that delivery room by yourself only added onto the guilt on his shoulders, and his heart sank even further when he realized you had to do everything else alone too.

“Atleast Haru’s birth was quick!” You joked, a smile beaming on your face. Despite all that, you were still… positive? Atsumu was in disbelief, he probably couldn’t go through a fraction of what you had and still manage to put on a brave front. He always got into a mood, as Osamu called it, even at the smallest of inconveniences. You pushed a cup of tea towards him which he took graciously.

“Yer amazing,” he said in awe.

“It’s just tea,” you laughed, blowing on your cup. Atsumu shook his head.

“No,” he responded. “For everything. For what ya had to go through, and what you’ve done for Haru. And at eighteen? Osamu was still packing my lunches when I was that age.”

You laughed in response and it made his cheeks warm. He liked the sound, he thought.

“Let me get those photo albums I was talking about,” you said before walking into another room. You came back a few minutes later holding a few photo books.

 “Do you wanna start with the first one?” You asked, holding one out.

Atsumu eagerly nodded as he took the dusty blue album, decorated with ribbons and stickers. He could tell you had decorated it yourself. It showcased a picture of you holding a newborn Haru in the hospital. The picture almost made Atsumu frown, knowing you were by yourself that day, but he ended up smiling seeing how proudly you beamed holding the baby. He opened the book and inspected inside.

There was a sonogram of each phase Haru was in during your pregnancy, and eventually a few photos of Haru being born in the hospital. He saw the tiny notes you wrote besides the pictures, and his mouth grew agape when he saw 3.68kg written next one of Haru’s pictures.

“Yeah,” you chuckled, noticing his expression. “He was a big baby, I guess since his dad’s a pro athlete and everything.”

His face grew more horrified and he almost wanted to apologize. He apologize to his mom too considering she had twins. Then another picture caught his attention.

 “Hey, what’s this one?” He asked, pointing to another photo.

He pointed towards a picture that looked somewhat recent, he could tell since Haru seemed to be almost the same age in the picture as he was now. It was of you in a graduation cap and gown holding up Haru proudly who looked like he was cheering. It definitely wasn’t your high school graduation since Haru was in it.

“Oh, that’s when I graduated from university last year.”

“Ya completed university?” Atsumu asked in astonishment.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “Pretty proud of myself. I was working two jobs and had to take night classes for a couple years but I ended up getting my degree finally a few months ago, then I got a great job at the firm I’m at now.”

No, you’re not just amazing, you’re phenomenal.

The rest of the night was filled with you and Atsumu looking over Haru’s pictures, some of his favorites being Haru’s second birthday where he had cake painted across his face from where he tried to eat his birthday cake face-first, his first day of preschool (which he found out he started this year), and one of you and Haru at a festival with matching daifuku in hand. He made a mental note to take you both when he saw how brightly you both smiled. Whenever he wasn’t looking at the photos, he was paying attention to you. He was getting to know you again.

“It’s getting late,” you yawned. “I have work tomorrow, and I probably have to explain why I missed the party tonight.”

Atsumu groaned. “That reminds me, I have to explain to my coaches tomorrow why I ran out of practice, they probably won’t believe me though.”

You giggled, before sliding out the picture of Haru’s second birthday from the book. “Maybe you can use this as proof.”

Atsumu took the photo and smiled warmly in the picture in his hands. The picture would find a well-loved home in his wallet, but would later be replaced with a picture of the three of you adorning matching jerseys on Haru’s eighth birthday at one of Atsumu’s games.

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[sassycheesecake]

Being MSBY‘s manager for a month and secretly hooking up with Meian (you work for the Adlers)

Warnings: suggestive, mentions of sexual acts but nothing explicit

Well it’s time for a little experiment that was originally Foster’s and Suzaku’s idea at a night out together

“So Samson, you think you may need a manager for the team?“

“Yeah I just want to see if the team needs a manager that can keep them under control if Meian or I are not there“

Both being drunk and having the time of their lives, they agreed to let you stay with the MSBY Jackals for an entire month

So

The next morning you arrive at practice with the Adlers, you also see Coach Samson Foster of the MSBY Jackals standing next to him

Weird that you don’t see or hear the team around with him

Anyway, right before you’re about to change, Coach Suzaku calls you over to him and Samson

With hesitant steps, you make your way towards him

“So (Y/N), what do you say about staying with the MSBY Jackals for this month huh?”

Say what now- 👁️👄👁️

They explained everything together and you were NOT happy

“It’s just for a month, (Y/N) and after the month is over, you’ll be back with us like you usually are.”

Great

Just great

You went to take some of your stuff out of your locker to take with you for the ‘MSBY Camp‘

A month of horror for you

The Adlers are mostly very calm and know how to behave themselves, whereas the Jackals are the complete opposite of the Adlers

Wild, immature and to put it simple, a group of wild dogs, living up to their mascot animal

The Adlers wish you good luck 🍀

Especially Romero as your best friend from the group, tells you to call or text him as soon as one of the team members dare to flirt with you

Have you seen yourself?

As you arrive at the gym hall the next day in Osaka of the MSBY Black Jackals, you take a deep breath before entering

When you open the door, it looks like you already predicted the future

Lots of yelling, Sakusa and Miya looking ready to kill each other, Bokuto and Meian holding them back, volleyballs flying in every direction

Still with a blank expression, you begin to turn and walk out when Coach Foster calls out to you

“(Y/N)! You made it!“ 

Nine heads turn into your direction

It’s a stampede

Questions flying from everyone, from „Have you lost your way?“ to „Finally had enough of the bird brains?“

After introductions, the first week was not too bad

Sure, it’s a lot more chaotic than what you are used to

BUT

Someone always makes sure you’re safe and not overwhelmed by three certain rascals

*cough* dumb, dumber, dumbest *cough*

Meian freakin‘ 6‘5 Iron Wall Shūgo

The strict hot beefcake Captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Protecting you like a big mean-ass Rottweiler from thirsty guys, helping you out whenever he can, he is basically your bodyguard

And you may or may not have developed a big fat crush on the black-haired Middle Blocker

Unbeknownst to you, Meian longs for you just as much (you lucky star)

After three weeks and a recent win against EJP Raijin, you and the team went out for drinks for your last night with the Jackals

4 glasses of wine and three Tequila shots later, you’re already at your limit and Meian or Shūgo, as you’re suppose to call him, is slightly intoxicated but not as bad as you

The two of you stumble across the sidewalk, leaning into each other while giggling like teens in love

As soon as you reach the train platform, you look into Meian‘s beautiful dark orbs and it seems like you two are magnets, because your soft lips collide with his own

The magical moment was interrupted by a police officer that scolds you both of the pda and to keep it low or at least wait until you’re both home

Utterly embarrassed you both apologize but you can still see the fire and passion swimming in his eyes from your steamy make out mere seconds ago

It seems like you’re both thinking the same thing because you’re inviting him to stay over at your place

The night is full of pleasure-filled moans, heavy pants and the sound of your headboard knocking against your wall for hours

Bless the stamina of a professional athlete

The next day, you wake up with the biggest headache of a lifetime and a body so sore, that it takes you a full hour to get out of bed

Looking in the mirror you notice multiple dark patches decorating the side of your neck

On the side of your hips you see very faint scratch marks

Images of last night filled your mind and you almost scream for hooking up with the captain

Arriving back the next day at your usual team, Romero immediately pulls you to the side because of your glum expression after a quick chat and summary of being with the Jackals

"What’s wrong? Do we need to beat someone up?“

"You know when you are driving and a bug hits your windshield?”

Romero just gives you an incredulous look, not understanding where this is going

"I am the bug.” You clear out

The Wing Spiker still doesn’t get it, so you hiss in his ear

"I had sex with Shūgo two nights ago.”

“YOU HAD SEX WITH MEIAN?!” He screams out

Ahem… yeah

The rest of the team turns to you, looking like a mix between jealousy and disappointment

"Really (Y/N)? I am so disappointed in you, you could do so much better.” - Hoshiumi

"At least it wasn’t Atsumu.” - Sokolov

"Shit, you’re right.” - Hoshiumi

"Why did you have intercourse with the Captain of our opponents?” - Ushijima

"Yeah (Y/N), you slept with the enemy!” - Heiwajima

"Guys, knock it off.” Your knight in shining armor, Hirugami comes to the rescue

Scoffing in annoyance, you give them the cold shoulder now

Thank Goodness Coach Suzaku wasn’t here to witness any of this mess

All of sudden, the commotion stops and you turn around to see a big tall figure with his black and gold MSBY sweatshirt hood up but you can’t make his face out yet as he sort of hides in the entrance doorway

The guys look extremely tense and almost ready to charge like hunting dogs

"Is… is that Meian?” Heiwajima tilts his head and squints his eyes to see better

It seems like Heiwajima is right because the person who pulls his hood down is no other than the captain of the MSBY Black Jackals

Romero stands next to you with crossed arms and a pissed expression while you are still in shock

Meian waves you over to him and you are about to walk over when Fukurō stops you

"Wait here”

You obey and watch as the Captain walks over to Meian and they both head out of the gym

"I hate that guy” Romero bites out as he walks away to practice with the rest of the team

You can’t take the waiting anymore and quietly head to the door to hopefully catch what they are saying

"I know I shouldn’t be here but-“

"You’re damn right! Be glad it’s me out here and not Romero, he would rip you into shreds.”

"I don’t care! It’s not like we are dating and I cheated on her-“

“So you took advantage of her and just left-“

“It was a Heat of the moment! And that’s why I am here! I do want to talk to her! I am not regretting what we did and I love her!”

Feeling your breath hitch in your throat, your face heats up a thousand degrees hearing Meian’s confession

"(Y/N) are you alright? Your face is extremely red. Do you suffer under high-blood pressure?” Ushijima asks you with concern in his deep voice

"N-No I-I am f-fine. I uh… I need some fresh air.” Pulling the door open hastily you step outside and completely forgot due to rush of adrenaline that Fukurō and Meian are standing outside talking

Both looking at you with raised eyebrows, Fukurō pats Meian on the shoulder once before heading back inside

The captain of MSBY gives you an extremely unsure look, almost looking scared to see you

"How much did you hear?”

"More than enough” You admit in shame

"(Y/N) listen… I am so so sorry what happened and if it seemed like I took advantage of you, I really wasn’t! You’re beautiful, smart and gosh your fiery personality just makes my heart go crazy… I know it’s only been a month we have known each other but the more we spent time together, the harder I fell for you… uhm what I am trying to say is uh… will you let me take you out on a proper date? Like dinner maybe?”

Smiling brightly you agree and make plans for next Friday after his practice is over

Walking back into the gym with the biggest smile on your face, the Adlers find it highly disturbing

At the next practice match with MSBY, you walk off the bus, excited to see your boyfriend again

Romero walks next to you and leans down to whisper in your ear

"I better not see you making out with him at games.” Romero growls under his breath

"Shut up Nicollas”

@rukia-uchiha-98 @nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert @lyditheoverthinker

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Miya: Hah! At least you made ‘em regret taking you on. Ivan: [snorts] True. Bruno: I think that’s enough gossip for one day, we’ll-…

Suzie: Wait! Before you disappear for another millennia, we wanted to ask you something. Bruno: What’s up? Suzie: We’ve been thinking-…

Miya: Do you wanna be a donor for us? Suzie: Miya! Miya: What?! It’d take you weeks to spit it out.

Bruno: Wha-.. why would-.. what? Suzie: I told you he’d panic if you came straight out with it! Ivan: For who?

Miya: Uh, Suzie obviously. I’m not about the whole pregnancy thing. Bruno: Why though? Suzie: We’ve known you for a long time, Bruno. We thought-…

Miya: C’mon! You’re hot, tall, strong, brave, sensible, capable-.. blah blah blah; back me up here, Ivan. Ivan: Duh… Miya: We looked into the whole anonymous thing, but it’s way cooler to ask someone you know; especially if they’re gay.

Bruno: Uhm… Suzie: We just thought it’d be nice, y’know? You’d have to go down a similar route if you wanted a biological child; not that it’d be yours exactly, but you could still spend time-.. ugh, none of this is coming out how I planned. Miya rushed me!

Miya: I think she’s tryna say you can be as involved as you want-.. if you say yes. Suzie: Please don’t feel obligated; there’s a lot of options out there, we just wanted to ask you first. Miya: No offence to you, by the way.

Ivan: None taken, you’ve known him way longer. Miya: Besides, you’re bi! Who’s to say you don’t have some secret loin spawn out there. Ivan: Tch, I’d like t’think I’d know.

Miya: But there’s a chance you don’t? Ivan: [snorts] I guess… Miya: [laughs] Ahh, fun! You’re gonna be thinking about that all day now.

Bruno: I don’t know what to say. Suzie: You don’t have to say anything yet. Think about it? Bruno: Okay…

…

Ivan: Brunooooo, keys? Bruno: Hm? Ivan: You good?

Bruno: I didn’t imagine that, did I? Ivan: Nope! Y’gonna do it, right? Bruno: No-.. I mean, I don’t know…

Ivan: It’s sweet of ‘em t’ask you first. Bruno: They should know better. Ivan: [scoff laughs] Dude, shut up.

[emo-shigi]

Hate. | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Mean Sakusa x Manager Reader

this is based on this specific prompt. your girl here really needed to write a fic about it lmao

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

WARNING: mean omi, angst, hurt, slight atsumu x reader, aggressive behavior, cursing, mention of blood, depressed, comfort, fluff, and happy ending.

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such an intense hatred for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated them from the first interaction.

No, first look.

The wing spiker remembers very clearly the day you were introduced to the team.

*.:｡.✿`

It was a Tuesday morning, a typical day for the MSBY team. 

Everyone was warming up alone as their coach hadn’t arrived, which was not expected.

It only meant that there was big news heading their way. 

And sure enough, it was. 

“Morning, everyone!” 

They hear Foster yell as he slides the gym door open, alerting everyone about his presence. 

Sakusa sighs, standing up from the ground, while Atsumu and Bokuto keep bickering with each other. He hears Hinata tell him something but can’t entirely listen as his attention gets drawn by the small person behind their coach. 

“Everyone, I would like to introduce our new manager,” Foster smiles, stepping aside for the boys to meet you. 

“Hello, My name is L/N Y/N, and I’ll be the new manager of MSBY as of today! I hope we can get along,” you smile at the players.

Sakusa watches as all the boys quickly walk up to you and introduce themselves one by one. 

“Welcome, my name is Hinata Shoyo!”

You giggle, which makes the wing spiker feel annoyed. “I know,” you smile at the orange-haired boy. 

“You do?!” Hinata asks, getting a nod from you. “Yes, I learned everyone’s name,” you chuckle.

“Then what’s my name?” you hear a boy with blonde hair asked. “Atsumu Miya,” you quickly respond. 

Sakusa hears his teammates woo, making him roll his eyes at the interaction. “Oh me! Me! What’s my name?”

“Bokuto Kotaro, the best outside hitter,” you say to the energetic boy. “HEY, HEY, HEY” Bokuto yells, agreeing with your statement. 

“You also-” Hinata starts, but you interrupt him. “I know much more than what y’all think, so don’t underestimate me.”

The boys laugh in amusement, already liking you, relieving you as you are nervous that they wouldn’t like you. 

Sakusa scoffed, at the laughter. 

So annoying. 

Do you always smile and laugh at everything? 

He walks away from the crowded group but stops by the soft voice that says his name.

“And you must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” You asked, recalling from interviews how he likes his space. 

Sakusa turns around and sees you smiling at him, eyes sparkling. 

Annoying.

You start to get nervous again as the taller boy hasn’t said anything and is glaring at you. 

“Lighten up, dude,” Atsumu breaks the tense air, making Sakusa turn around and walk away. 

You watch the dark-haired boy leave, making you wonder if you did something wrong, but you smile as this makes it challenging for you to do a better job warming up with the players. 

“Don’t worry about him. He’s always grumpy,” Atsumu says, having Hinata agree with him. “I’m okay, and I figure he just needed space,” you smile.

The boys nod, returning to asking more questions about you before practice starts. 

Sakusa occupies himself by stretching his wrist, ignoring the laughter and talks of everyone. He closes his eyes, eyebrows furrowing as he keeps hearing those annoying giggles. 

He opens his eyes and looks toward you, standing, seeing your happy self laughing with the rest of the boys. 

That stupid smile. 

Annoying.

Sakusa doesn’t not like the new manager.

He hates them.

Hates you.

*.:｡.✿`

Since that day, he expected you to keep your distance from him, but you didn’t. You kept that annoying smile on your face each day you greeted him. 

You always talk to him each time the team takes a break, despite the glares and insults he would respond. 

It annoyed him each time you would giggle in response because he knew you thought he was joking.

“You’re funny, Omi,” you would say to him, giving him one of those stupid smiles. 

You always kept being nice to him each time, which greatly irritated him.

He hated how you kept your distance from him, cleaned his bottle the way he liked it, kept sanitizer wipes with you in case he needed some, and most of all, he hated how loudly you cheered for him each game. 

It was driving him crazy how constant you were getting. 

And he was ready to snap.

“Here, Omi, it’s clean,” you say while jogging to him as you hand him a water bottle. “I also brought some snacks in case you want some.”

Sakusa glares at you, which only makes you smile bigger. “Fucking annoying…” He mumbles, snatching the water bottle from your hands harshly.

“What? I didn’t quite hear you, Omi. Sorry,” you softly say, stepping closer.

“I SAID ANNOYING!” Sakusa yells, making you flinch. “God, you’re so fucking annoying that I can’t stand it anymore.”

“I don’t like you talking to me,” he says, standing up from the floor. “I thought you would understand since the first day, but your idiot self didn’t, so I’ll make it clear for you, sweetheart. I don’t like you and don’t want you near me!”

“W-What... I-” you stutter, eyes getting teary. “Stop, just fucking stop! God, are you so pathetic that you need everyone’s approval of you?” Sakusa yells, stepping closer to you, making you, this time, step back.

“No… I was just… I just,” you begin to say, blinking the tears forming in your eyes. “JUST WHAT!” Sakusa yells, stepping closer. 

“That’s enough,” Atsumu firmly says, stepping between you and Sakusa. 

Sakusa glares at Atsumu, who’s looking at him with a scowl on his face. It’s then that he realizes how harsh he’s breathing from being so angry.

He takes a few steps back, taking in how everyone is looking at him. 

Hinata and Bokuto rush to your side, asking if you’re okay while you give them a slight nod. 

“You guys should take her outside for a bit,” Atsumu says, eyes still looking at the wing spiker. “Okay,” Hinata responds, gently holding your arm to make you start walking.

As the three of y’all begin to walk, you put the effort to turn around and face Sakusa, who’s already looking at you. 

“I’m sorry…” he hears you say to him. 

Atsumu closes his eyes from how heartbroken your voice sounds, “I didn’t mean to make you feel all of this… I’ll keep my distance from now on,” your voice cracks. 

Sakusa feels his heart shrink from the pain in your eyes, making him feel guilty.

He opens his mouth to say something, but you’re already turning away as you follow Hinata and Bokuto out of the gym.

Why was he so angry with you?

Atsumu walks up to him, hand resting on his shoulder tightly. “Don’t come near her,” he warns.

“I-I didn’t mean to yell at her,” Sakusa whispers. “But you did,” Atsumu coldly says. 

“Tell me, do you hate her, or do you just hate the way she makes you feel?” 

Sakusa stares at the setter with wide eyes.

“Whatever,” Atsumu says, pushing the taller boy. “Don’t come near her. I mean it.”

Sakusa looks down at his shoes, repeating what Atsumu asked him. 

Did he hate you?

At that moment, your face pops up in his head, with your smile.

“Omi!” you yell, hands waving at him.

“Omi ~” you sing, handing him his clean bottle. 

“Omi,” you smile, looking up at him as you give him a thumbs up.

“Fuck..” Sakusa curses, realizing how wrong he has been towards his feelings for you this whole time. 

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, guys,” you smile at Hinata and Bokuto, who haven’t said anything. 

You guys are sitting outside on a bench that you guys found. “You’re not annoying!” Bokuto suddenly says with a frown on his face. “Sakusa is just an idiot.”

“Yeah, a big one,” Hinata adds, making you chuckle. 

As much as you know they are trying to cheer you up, you cannot help but go back to what the wing spiker said. It shouldn’t hurt this much from what he said to you, but sadly you have fallen for Sakusa.

You don’t know when, but you know that you did, and hard. 

Therefore, it hurts to find out how he truly feels about you. You didn’t expect the wing spiker to feel such hatred towards you. 

To hate you so much.

“Can I take over?” you hear someone say.

You turn around and smile as you spot Atsumu nodding your head. Hinata and Bokuto head back to the gym before hugging you. 

Atsumu sits down with you, “I’m not going to ask how you’re feeling because I know you’re not okay.”

“So it’s okay, Y/N.” Atsumu softly says, looking over at you. “You can cry.”

“I-It hurts…” you stutter, finally allowing the tears to fall. 

Astumu doesn’t waste a second hugging you, “I know,” he whispers, rubbing soothing circles on your back. 

“He hates m-me….” you sob, holding tightly onto your chest. “W-Why? I was n-nice… and…” you stutter. 

“You were the best,” Atsumu responds. “Astumu?” you call out.

Astumu hums, still rubbing your back. “I really l-l ...him….” you sob harder. 

“I know, sweetheart,” the setter sadly says.

The two of you stay hugging until you calm down from crying so much. “You should go home and rest,” Atsumu says as you break the hug.

“But what about practice? Mr. Foster would ask about me if he doesn’t see me,” you start to argue, wiping the snot from your nose. “Don’t worry, I talked to him, and don’t worry about your duties as me and the rest of the boys would handle it.”

Astumu smiles, wiping the remaining tears from your eyes. “Go and rest,” he says, caressing your cheek.

“Thank you, Tsum,” you smile, getting a pat on the head. “And sorry I got your shirt dirty.”

The setter chuckles, “It’s fine. Just head home,” he says. “I am,” you say, getting up from the bench.

You hug Atsumu goodbye before you head back to get your stuff and leave without anyone noticing. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa sees Atsumu returning alone, making the spiker frown. He wants to ask the setter where you are but stops himself as he recalls the warning he told him.

Hinata and Bokuto rush to Atsumu, “Where’s Y/N? Did you leave her by herself?” he hears them ask the blonde boy.

“She went home,” Atsumu says loudly enough for a specific curly-haired boy to hear. “So we’re in charge of her duties, okay?”

Hinata and Bokuto nod, getting ready to practice for the remaining time. Atsumu purposely bumps his shoulder with Sakusa’s, sending a glare in return.

The rest of the practice goes by quickly, despite the tense air between the boys. Their coach warns them about their upcoming game in a few days before dismissing them from practice. 

“Kiyoomi, I need to talk to you for a minute,” Mr. Foster says, getting the attention of everyone. “Of course, sir,” Sakusa says, walking up to the older man.

Mr. Foster stares at him before he sighs, “Please don’t make our manager cry,” he frowns.

“I-I… I’m sorry.. sir,” Sakusa lowers his head. “Please fix your emotions and resolve this whole situation soon.”

Mr. Foster pats his back before heading out of the gym, leaving the spiker alone. “I will… I definitely will,” Sakusa whispers to himself.

But how do I fix this? 

He’s already missing your presence, surprisingly.

God, I’m such an idiot. 

*.:｡.✿`

The following days, you keep your word about keeping your distance from the wing spiker as you don’t interact at all with him. You avoid looking at him, stop giving him his water bottle directly, but most of all, stop talking to him. He knows he deserves it after being an ass, but he wishes you would at least acknowledge him for one second. 

Call him desperate, but he doesn’t care. It’s not like he hasn’t tried to apologize to you. He’s been unsuccessful, as the boys don’t allow him to get close to you. Especially Atsumu, who’s been by your side every day, making it hard for Sakusa to approach you. 

Sakusa sighs as he sees you laughing with the rest of the boys during their break. If he’s being honest, it’s been lonely without your presence. Not only that but also his teammates have also been ignoring him. 

He grabs his water bottle and heads to sit at the corner of the gym. 

I could talk to her after practice.

No… that didn’t work last time.

I could ask for help… but I doubt they would hear me out.

I should stop bothering her.

Sakusa groans, resting his head on the wall before shutting his eyes. 

You gaze over at Sakusa and can’t help but worry about the spiker, who’s been looking exhausted and pale these days.

“Worried?” you hear Astumu ask. “I am,” you say, turning to face the setter. 

“Well, you shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve your kindness.”

“It’s not like he has tried… to reach out….” you argue, which makes Atsumu roll his eyes. “Well, not hard enough.”

You start to collect the bottles, “It’s not like you and the boys have let him,” you chuckle. 

“Well, I did warm him… but didn’t think he would give up so easily,” Atsumu says, making you frown. 

Atsumu notices your silence and looks over at you, “He hasn’t been playing well,” you suddenly say.

“Don’t worry too much,” Atsumu says, patting your head. 

You nod, unsure how you feel about the situation, but most of all, for the upcoming days that soon turn into weeks of chaos.

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa is not okay. 

Since the start of the game, he hasn’t been focused, resulting in the other team winning the first set. Mr. Foster had yelled at him for his multiple mistakes, which led him to be benched for the second set. 

He’s sitting at the end of the bench, away from the rest, to collect himself. 

Sakusa puts a towel over his head, covering his face as he doesn’t want the cameras or fans to see him. 

The action makes you look over at Sakusa, who’s looking so gloomy. “Maybe you should talk to him?” Mr. Foster says, startling you. 

“I don’t know….” you say, glazing each time at the wing spiker. “At least give Kiyoomi his water bottle,” the older man says.

You nod, cleaning it before you slowly reach the curly-haired boy. 

Sakusa feels your presence but doesn’t look over as he doesn’t want to, feeling too ashamed. You hesitate to take a seat next to him, but you do. You hand him his water bottle, and he slowly accepts it. Neither of you says anything.

The wing spiker takes a sip of his water, eyes staring at his shoes. He appreciates your effort to comfort him when he knows you don’t have to. It’s his fault for his poor performance, so he’s sorry that he has worried you and reached out when he knows you don’t want to.  

Sakusa scoffs, thinking how lame he must look as he realizes you were once again the one to approach first. 

You look over at Sakusa, making you wonder what expression he has as the towel over his head makes it hard to see his face. You start to play with your fingers, getting the courage to speak to the wing spiker.

You open your mouth but get interrupted by the whistle, which gets your attention. You look at the scoreboard and realize that MSBY won the second set, meaning the third is to decide the final winner. 

You feel Sakusa get up from his seat, interrupting your thoughts. You see him head with the rest of the team who are resting, making you do the same.

“Good job, boys. I want you guys to keep the same rhythm for the next set. Kiyoomi, I hope you’re now more focused because I want you to play the whole set,” Mr. Foster says, looking over at the taller boy.

“Yes, sir,” Sakusa quietly says, taking off the towel over his head.

Mr. Foster looks intensely at the boy and shakes his head. “Alright, let’s get to it.”

Sakusa makes his way to the court, bumping into Atsumu. 

“You better not repeat the shit you did on the first set,” he hears the blonde comment. “I know,” Sakusa sighs.

Everyone is in their position. Sakusa closes his eyes, allowing himself to relax. 

Come on, you got this.

He hears the whistle go off, making him open his eyes and feel determined. 

*.:｡.✿`

You watch as Sakusa spikes the ball, only for the opponent to receive it. Sakusa has been annoyed by the libero receiving his hits since the start of the game.

You can tell that Sakusa is playing better and is trying not to let what’s happening at the moment get to him. 

“Come on,” you mumble, watching anxiously. 

Sakusa has been watching the ball, eyes never leaving it as he’s too afraid he would mess up and make his team lose. 

I gotta score, but that stupid libero keeps receiving my spikes.

I can’t mess up.

I can’t.

Sakusa doesn’t realize that the ball is heading his way until it’s too late, and he feels a strong impact sending him to the ground. 

He groans, feeling warm wetness running down his nose. 

Fuck, blood.

The referee stops the game. He sees Hinata run towards him. “He’s bleeding,“ he hears Bokuto yell at the coach.

“I’m fine,” Sakusa protested, trying to stand. “You’re bleeding idiot,” Hinata scolds as he helps him.

Sakusa shakes his head, “I can still play,” he argues. “We need to win.”

“You’re right, but I need my player to be healthy, so I’m gonna need you to step out and go check yourself for a concussion and your bloody nose,” Mr. Foster says as he walks up to the two boys.

Sakusa sighs in defeat, nodding his head. “Can I take over, please?” he hears your voice. 

Hinata smiles, allowing you to do your job. Sakusa feels you wrap an arm around his back to support him, making him stiff.

“Make sure he’s okay, Y/N,” Mr. Foster instructs. “Yes, sir,” you quickly say. 

You guide Sakusa out of the gym carefully, leading the rest of the team to watch y’all leave.

“Do you think he will be okay?” Hinata asks. “Yeah, I just hope those two talk it out already,” Bokuto says.

Atsumu would never say it, but he agrees with what Bokuto said.

*.:｡.✿`

“I’m okay, Y/N,” Sakusa whispers, looking over at your anxious self. “You heard the doctor.”

He doesn’t understand why you’re still worried after the doctor had cleared out that he didn’t have a concussion after examining and questioning him. The only thing you guys are waiting for is the bleeding that stopped ten minutes ago. Sakusa is about to say something but stops as you move to take a seat on the chair next to the infirmary bed that he’s lying on.

You look at him, shaking your head. “You’re not okay,” you finally say. 

Sakusa can’t help but let out a gasp as it’s the first he has heard you talk to him directly. 

“You’re not okay at all.”

He knows what you mean, and he sighs. “You’re right… I’m not,” Sakusa says, sitting up from the bed. “But it’s not something to worry about.”

“But I am worried,” you confess. “I care about you, Sakusa, despite you hurting me. I still care about you deeply.”

Sakusa can only stare at your teary eyes, “You’re too kind, Y/N,” he says. 

“It’s not because I’m kind that I do it, but because I like you,” you cry. “I know you’re sorry for what happened, but please don’t let it eat you out like this… p-please.”

Sakusa can’t help but pull you out of the chair and embrace you in his arms. “I am so sorry for the way I expressed myself toward you. I can’t take it back… but please understand that I didn’t mean any of those things I said.”

“I enjoyed it when you talked to me, cheered for me, and those cute snacks of yours… all those things I did not hate. I never hated you… I just hated how you made me feel,” Sakusa says, hugging you tighter. 

You can only cry, “I was such an idiot in not realizing that what I felt for you was the opposite …. You made me fall for you,” Sakusa whispers. 

“I like you, Y/N.”

Sakusa feels you cry harder, holding onto his shirt tightly. “I’m sorry for hurting you … I don’t expect you to forgive me. I don’t think I deserve it, but just allow me to savor this moment,” he says, nuzzling his nose on your neck.

“You’re beautiful, smart, kind, and just perfect, Y/N,” Sakusa softly says. “I hope you know that.”

Sakusa keeps holding you, memorizing your warmth.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “I am.”

You slowly let go, taking a step back to clean yourself up. Sakusa can’t help but feel distressed from how red your eyes are from crying again.

“I-I think we should head back now,” Sakusa says, getting up from the bed and walking to the door. 

He stops at the feeling of your small hand on his wrist. “Y/N?” he asks, turning around. 

“Kiss me,” you say.

“W-What?” Sakusa asks, unsure if he heard right. “I said kiss me!”  

You look up at him, giving those eyes that he adores. “Please, Omi,” you whisper. 

“I-I… don’t think I…” Sakusa stutters, making you roll your eyes before you grab the collar of his shirt and tippy-toe your way to crash your lips with his. 

Sakusa is taken by surprise but soon relaxes and kisses you back. You feel him hold onto your waist, pulling you closer. 

He feels his body start to get hot, his stomach feeling funny.

Are these butterflies that I’m having?

So soft.

And sweet.

You break the kiss, which makes Sakusa wish for more. “W-Why?” he asks, looking dumbfounded at you. 

“I already knew how bad you felt for what happened,” you say, softly smiling at him. “I saw how bad you were killing yourself about it, and at some point in the past weeks, I had already forgiven you.”

It’s true.

You have forgiven Sakusa for what happened but were afraid to approach him.

“No… don’t,” Sakusa shakes his head. “I don’t deserve it.”

“Omi, I forgive you, and I hope you forgive yourself as well,” you softly say, caressing his cheek. “You’re allowing yourself to be hurt, affecting you physically and mentally.”

Sakusa knows you’re right, but he believes he deserves this pain after what he did to you. 

“I like you,” you whisper, looking at him with warm eyes. “I-I like you too,” Sakusa says, throat feeling tight.

He feels like crying, and it seems like you can tell. “You’re okay, Omi,” you say, making him close his eyes. “We’re okay.”

“I’ll help you, so don’t worry,” you smile, cupping his face. 

Sakusa opens his eyes, leaning towards your touch. “I’m a lot to take care of,” he says.

“I know,” you smile, pecking his lips. “I can’t express my emotions properly….” Sakusa warns, looking directly at you.

You peck his lips again, “I know,” you smile. “I-I might hurt you... again…” he mumbles. 

Sakusa knows that he will, as his attitude can be ugly when he’s in a bad mood, and he doesn’t want to put you in that situation again.

“I know, Omi,” you smile again, surprising him. “And I might hurt you too, but it’s all about communicating, which might be difficult at first, but I know we will work it out together.”

Sakusa chuckles, leaning this time to kiss you. “I’ll show you properly this time,” he says, and you understand his meaning. “I know you will,” you smile.

“Now, let’s head back,” you say, interlocking your hands with his. “Okay,” he smiles.

*.:｡.✿`

Atsumu is the first one to spot you entering the gym back again. He noticed how you’re running towards the team with Sakusa. 

He smirks, spotting the interlocked hands between the two of you.

About time.

Bokuto turns around, “HEY, HEY, HEY!” he yells, spotting you and Sakusa. 

This grabs everyone’s attention, turning towards the commotion to bring huge smiles to the players. 

“They’re back!” Hinata smiles, walking up to the two of you. “How is he?”

You smile, looking over at the taller boy with curls. “No concussion, nose bleed stopped, but might be bruised for a few days,” you say.

“The score?” Sakusa asks, realizing the game isn’t over and how they arrive during a break. “Tie… so we need to score two times to win this set,” Hinata explains as the two players look over the scoreboard.

Sakusa looks at the other team, making eye contact with the libero, who gives him a smirk, making his eyebrow twitch in annoyance. He feels you squeeze his hand, which makes him look over at you, encouragingly smiling.

“Thank you…” He smiles, squeezing your hand. 

The wing spiker looks over at his coach, who’s already making eye contact with him. He sees Mr. Foster sigh before he walks up to him. “I see you’re okay… so stop giving that look when I already know what you want.”

Sakusa smiles as you let go of his hand to allow him to warm up before the game resumes. It doesn’t take long before Sakusa enters the court again, re-joining his position after five minutes in the game. 

He looks over at where you are standing and laughs to himself. Atsumu snickers from hearing his teammate. 

He’s down bad, huh?

You smile big as you keep sending thumbs up to the wing spiker, a habit of yours that you form. 

Sakusa feels his body and mind at ease, making him feel calm. Something that he hasn’t felt in quite a while. 

The whistle can be heard, and the remaining time of the third set begins. 

*.:｡.✿`

You anxiously chew on the nail of your thumb as you watch the boys fight for the last point. They were able to score quickly on the opposite team, and now they are trying to finish it by scoring again.

The only issue is that the other team isn’t allowing them. And is taking any chance to score on us. 

“Nice, Hinata!” You yell as he saves the ball from touching the floor. 

Then, Atsumu takes the chance that the ball is in the air to set it towards Sakusa, who looks hungry to hit it.

“You better make it this time,” Atsumu yells as he tosses the ball across the wing spiker. “Don’t worry. I will,” Sakusa smirks.

Sakusa sees the libero already waiting for him with a teasing smile. 

Damn it.

“OMI, YOU CAN DO IT!” you yell loudly.

Sakusa laughs before swinging his arm back and spiking the ball harder than before, allowing the ball that the libero receives to bounce off his arms and touch the floor.

The whistle is blown, announcing the final point.

MSBY won the game.

You can’t help but jump on your feet, high-fiving the coach and players on the bench. You smile as you see Hinata and Bokuto run up to Sakusa, heading for a hug, only to be dodged by the player. 

He did it.

“It seems you’re happy,” you hear Mr. Foster say. “And it also seems you guys fix things.”

You watch Atsumu smirk at Sakusa, who’s glaring at him, making you smile. “Yes,” you simply say. 

Mr. Foster smiles before walking towards the rest of the players. You keep staring at Sakusa before he meets your eyes and softly smiles. 

You give him two thumbs up, making him break into a huge smile. 

*.:｡.✿`

After shaking hands with the other team and fans congratulating the boys, the coach demanded the boys to stay a bit at the lockers to congratulate them and to talk about their next game. 

You are currently waiting outside as Sakusa told you to wait for him after the meeting.

The door opened, and a few players and Mr. Foster exited the locker room. You bid them goodbye before congratulating them on today’s match. You’re too busy looking at them that you don’t see a blonde mop of hair behind you.

“Waiting for someone?” 

You flinch, quickly turning around.

Atsumu laughs at your reaction. “He’s still changing. You know how a germ freak he is,” he says. 

“There’s nothing wrong about being clean,” you defend, making Atsumu roll his eyes. “I’m glad you guys fixed things. It was about time,” he says.

“Atsumu, don’t tell me you care?” you jokingly ask. “N-No! It was just annoying seeing him so miserable,” He says, looking away.

You can’t help but giggle, making Atsumu look over at you and smile. He pats your head, making you look at him with a smile. 

A hand stops him, “Don’t touch her,” Sakusa glares. 

“Omi!” You loudly say, having the curly hair boy look over at you and softly smile before turning back and glaring at the setter. 

Atsumu yanks his hand from Sakusa and smirks. “Calm down,” he says.

“Gosh, fix things, and you’re already claiming,” Atsumu says. 

The setter steps back and looks at the wing spiker with an amusing smile. Somehow the air is unsettling, making you move closer to Sakusa and hold his hand. 

Sakusa looks over at you and squeezes your hand.

Atsumu watches and sighs, but Hinata and Bokuto walk toward y’all before he can say anything.

“HEY, HEY, HEY!” Bokuto yells with a huge smile. “So, are we going to celebrate or what?” Hinata smiles.

You look over at Sakusa, who’s already looking at you, eyes with a hidden meaning that you understand. As you are about to respond to Hinata, Atsumu beats you. 

“It would be just us three,” Atsumu says, glancing over at you. “What? Why?” Both Bokuto and Hinata ask.

Atsumu walks away, “They still need to talk idiots,” he says.

Hinata and Bokuto look at each other before walking towards the setter and waving goodbye to the two of you. 

As Atsumu walks past you and Sakusa, he stops, “Next time you mess up, I won’t hesitate to take the chance,” he says before he continues to walk.

You frown, not understanding what he’s talking about.

It must be about the match.

However, Sakusa knows what Atsumu means, tightly holding your hand. He has always known that Atsumu was interested in you, but it never bothered him until he realized his feelings. 

No.

He was always bothered by the touches, comments, and gestures the setter would do with you. 

He never liked it.

And still doesn’t.

Sakusa can feel himself panicking, afraid you’ll be taken from him if he makes another mistake. He doesn’t realize he’s shaking until you caress his cheek with your free hand. 

“Omi, you okay?” you ask, looking at him worryingly. 

Sakusa leans into your touch, holding your hand and kissing it. 

He nods, holding both of your hands. “I’m okay,” he smiles. 

You look unsure, which makes him pull you closer to him, hugging you. “Y/N… I like you,” he whispers.

“I like you too,” you softly say.

“I’ll work hard to make you happy, so please give me a chance,” Sakusa says, pulling away to see your face. “Be mine.”

You happily smile, nodding your head. “I would love to be yours, Omi,” you whisper.

Sakusa cups your face, leaning in and softly kissing your lips. 

“Wanna head to my place?” you breathe out, getting a nod from the dark-haired boy. “Should we pick up some takeout in the meantime?”

“You pick Omi because you won. We can also watch some movies that I rented. You choose the movie too,” you smile, interlocking your hand with your lover.

“I guess today is my lucky day,” Sakusa chuckles. “I kinda want some sushi, and what kind of movies did you rent?”

Sakusa smiles at you fondly as you list the options for him. He kisses your forehead, “I choose the action one,” the wing spiker says.

“Good choice!” you beam, smiling at him so softly. “Now, let’s go, okay?”

Sakusa nods, allowing you to lead the way as you swing your interlock fingers. 

*.:｡.✿`

Sakusa never thought it was possible to ever feel such intense hatred warmth for a specific person. 

He thought it was impossible to hate love someone just from sight, but it turns out you can.

Sakusa got to experience it with the new manager of MSBY.

He hated fell from the first interaction.

No, first look

[meleth03]

Kiyoomi: Hinata, have you seen Miya? I need to tell him something.

Hinata: Don’t worry, I know what to do.

Hinata: *cups hands around mouth*

Hinata, shouting: OMI-SAN IS A RAGING HETEROSEXUAL!

Atsumu, bursting through the locker-room’s door: TELL THAT TO THE DICK HE SUCKED LAST NIGHT!

Kiyoomi:

Hinata:

Bokuto:

Meian: Coach Foster owes me 10’000 yen.

Coach Foster: damn.

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Chapter 4: He's a good man.

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“y/n could you please sit down,” Kuroo asked politely. He motioned to the empty seat in between Atsumu and Suna. Atsumu had already sat down, bouncing his right leg. He totally knew what was going on. To your right Suna couldn't even look at you. His eyes bore into the corner of Foster's desk where a picture of his daughters was placed. Suna's slender fingers lightly tapped his chair's arm rest. He knew too.

Looking back towards Kuroo you couldn't help but ask, "Kuroo-san what is this about?". Your voice held no anger or fear. Genuine confusion was painted on your face and even flowed through your voice. However, your heartbeat was becoming more erratic by the second.

"Well y/n," Kuroo began, his voice did not sound the same as it normally did when he spoke to you. His voice was modulated, the way he spoke to new coworkers and ones he just about had enough of. "You see, this morning I had to clean up your mess. One that I really didn't expect from you miss l/n," this cannot be happening, "There were some photos we were able to clean off the internet of Miya Atsumu leaving your apartment, and then another with Suna's arm around you entering said apartment. However, we still don't know if there's more. Your badge could be seen as well. Anyone who did see the photo knows you work here, and it's not good for us. You of all people should know." Once he finishes he begins opening all three HR folders. He folds a familiar packet, and hands it over to each one of you. "These packets that each of you signed when you got your job were created by the JVA. The rules and standards we expect from you. As you can see at the bottom of the page each of you signed that you would not breach the contract…" He pauses for a moment with his arms crossed over his chest. Making him feel leagues above you guys. Make you feel like a child getting scolded by her father, "Miss l/n would you please read clause five for us," He commanded, the please making no difference.

Attempting to swallow the lump in your throat your eyes scanned the page landing on clause five. You could cite this clause by heart now. You swallowed again and opened your mouth to speak, however your voice came out strained and unsteady, "Under no circumstances should a relationship between Athletes and JVA employees exceed the standard; coworker to coworker." finishing you look back up to the tall man behind the desk.

"Now read the fine print below it." He commands once more.

Looking back down you speak, "No living with one another,"

"broken," Kuroo's voice rang.

"May not go to each other's place of living,"

"broken," The deep voice stated again. A tear fell onto the white paper in between your hands.

Before you could continue reading Suna's voice finally broke his silence, "Kuroo-san this is-"

"Suna be quiet. l/n continue."

"may not-" your voice uninvolvarly faded out, " may not sneak behind the backs of their bosses. If any employee is caught breaking this clause it will be resolved with immediate termination," By now your leg began bouncing like Atsumu and your anger was rising up. This is not your fault. Why won't they say anything? No matter how hard you tried you could not look back up at Kuroo's face. If you did your mask would fall and everyone would be able to see the broken person inside.

"l/n, I'm sorry to say this but we have to let you go. Please go pack your things." Once Kuroo was done talking the room remained silent for a moment. When you stood up to hand the packet back Kuroo began speaking once more. "As for you two, Miya and Suna, the coaches and I have decided that you two will not play in each of your opening matches," At this your jaw dropped and you looked up at Kuroo's face.

Not able to hold your anger any longer you broke, "I get fired and all they get is not playing in one stupid match!" you yelled at Kuroo. It didn't matter now what you said, you were fired. He wasn't your boss anymore. "you didn't even hear anyone out. Miya was only at my place because Suna invited him. I told him it wasn't a good idea, but he did it anyway," you turned your head around to the phone addicted man for backup but none came, "Suna come on tell him," Your once loud voice became hoarse and even a little whiny when suna did nothing but look away from you. You turned towards Atsumu for help, but he did the same thing.

"l/n please leave this office immediately," Kuroo gruffly answered. His face held no emotion or care for what was going on. He had to realize how unfair this was, right?

Turning around you excited the office with quiet tears dripping down your face. Bokuto saw your walk of shame and like any good person asked if you were okay. He must have been waiting. He knew as well what was gonna happen.

"y/n are you okay?" Bo asked with puppy dog eyes. You know this isn't his fault, but seeing anyone's face who was at all correlated made the tears fall faster. You brushed past him and walked faster to your office.

Entering, your body slammed the door shut and you fell to the floor. Finally being alone was enough for your body to just give out. What are you going to do? You can't go home, Suna will be there. If you go back to your family's house your parents will know you failed just as they expected. This was your dream job, and they took it away like that. And those stupid boys were able to keep theirs, because they won't be called a slut. They won't get rumors that they're sleeping around with staff because everyone loves them. Immediate termination my ass.

Standing back up and wiping your tears you click the lock on your door and begin organizing your things to be packed away. You noticed your laptop was still left open from your lunch. In the corner of the screen was a notification that you were tagged in a tweet.

Slamming your laptop shut you roughly place it into your bag knocking over a few trinkets that were on your desk. How could some people be that rude? You've seen the tweets before when anyone got caught up in a dating rumor, and you easily were able to get the rumors to an end, but now that it was you… how are you gonna stop this? How could Suna and Atsumu just sit there and do nothing?

Using your anger to power through you began slamming more things into your bag and boxes not caring if they were broken or damaged. You need to find a place to stay and fast. Through the crashes and thuds you were able to hear the soft knock that wrapped against your door.

"y/n let me in please!" you heard from the other side of the door. Turning around you look out the window to see all the boys on the court but one. "y/n please," the blond says, knocking a few more times.

Wiping your tears you reluctantly walk to the door knowing damn well he won't leave until he sees you. Twisting the knob you open the large door to see large watering brown eyes staring back at you. Not once have you seen Atsumu in a state like this. You hated to admit but there was a pang in your heart once your eyes landed on him.

"I knew…" he meekly let out, shaking his head and eyeing the floor. His hand pressed on the door to prevent you from closing it. "Bokuto.. he um- He sent me a text right before we were called in. I'm sorry." He continued, his apology falling on deaf ears. He didn't lose his job. "An-and I know yer mad. I stayed quiet," You opened your mouth to talk back but he raised his hand hoping you'd let him finish. "I was scared and fully convinced I would lose ma job as well, but I didn't and that's not fair. I know I seem like this stupid airhead, but I'm too aware, so I act stupid…and that's not an excuse. I understand if ya don't want to talk to me, but I'm gonna do everything I can for ya." He takes a deep breath before finally looking into your eyes again. You hadn't noticed before but now you can see the tears falling from his eyes. "Ma brother has an apartment above his shop. Ya can stay there. He'll make the rent cheaper too. He's a good man."

You hated to think this but you were thankful for him at that moment. Instead of getting all your anger out on him as you planned to, you responded with a small, "thank you," and shut the door.

When you had gone to your apartment a part of you expected to see Suna standing there waiting for you. Yet when you opened the door the apartment was silent. Just how you left it when you went to work this morning. It was easy to pack up your things even though the constant reminder that Suna could be back any second played in your thoughts. Now there was no trace of you left. You had giggled at the thought that this was like a break up. The last thing you wanted was to see Suna right now. He had broken your trust in several ways.

It's crazy how quickly your mind was able to end a relationship that felt like family, yet your heart felt like it was being chipped away. You know Suna's brain takes time to process information, and you shouldn't have been mad that he had drawn back from the situation as a whole, but as a friend you still wished he stood up for you, or at least spoke to you like Atsumu did.

Now here you are standing 20 minutes away from your old apartment preparing to speak to the mysterious Miya you assumed you'd never meet. Onigiri Miya. It does seem homey.

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Headcanons on haikyuu setters ideal partner (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Characters:Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Miya Atsumu

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❥Semi Eita

In Semi's personal life outside of volleyball, he tends to be drawn to individuals with quiet strength and a subtle charm. He values people who enjoy deep conversations and find intellectual stimulation attractive. Semi is attracted to people who have a genuine passion for their interests, whether it's academics, arts, or other pursuits. Despite his reserved nature initially, he admires those who can draw him into engaging discussions and challenge his perspectives.

When it comes to relationships, Semi values loyalty and consistency. He is likely to be attracted to someone who shares his dedication to self-improvement and personal growth. His ideal partner would be supportive and understanding of the demands of his commitment to volleyball, yet encouraging him to explore aspects of life beyond the court. Semi appreciates a balance between independence and shared moments and finds comfort in a connection that can withstand the tests of time and adversity.

Despite his composed exterior, Semi secretly enjoys lighthearted moments and appreciates someone who can bring out his more playful side. He finds joy in shared hobbies and quiet evenings spent enjoying each other's company, creating a space where both partners can thrive independently while enhancing each other's lives.

❥Shirabu Kenjiro

In matters of the heart, Shirabu finds himself drawn to individuals who have realistic and level-headed approaches to life. He values someone who shares his sense of responsibility and takes relationships seriously. Shirabu's ideal partner is someone with a strong work ethic, understanding the importance of dedication and commitment in both personal and professional aspects of life.

Communication is key for Shirabu in a relationship. He appreciates someone direct and honest, as he is not one to beat around the bush. Shirabu values intellectual conversations, and he finds intelligence and a sharp wit attractive. He's likely to be drawn to someone who challenges him mentally, providing a stimulating environment for growth and mutual support.

Despite his serious demeanor on the court, Shirabu has a softer side that he reveals in private moments. He appreciates a partner who understands and embraces both aspects of his personality – the disciplined athlete and the more vulnerable, affectionate companion. Shirabu seeks a relationship built on trust, shared goals, and a mutual understanding of ambitions.

❥Miya Atsumu

Atsumu's romantic preferences reflect his bold and outgoing personality. He is drawn to individuals with a lively and confident demeanor, appreciating a partner who can keep up with his banter and match his energy. Atsumu values a sense of humor and spontaneity, finding joy in shared laughter and the ability to embrace the lighter side of life.

In relationships, Atsumu seeks a partner who understands the importance of ambition and competition. He appreciates someone with a competitive spirit, whether it's in sports or other aspects of life. Atsumu's ideal match is someone who can challenge and push him to be better, fostering a dynamic where both partners inspire each other to reach new heights.

Despite his outgoing personality, Atsumu also craves genuine connections and emotional intimacy. He may not always express it overtly, but he appreciates moments of vulnerability and authenticity in a relationship. His ideal partner provides a mix of excitement and comfort, creating a dynamic where they can share both the highs and lows of life.

I worked hard on this and I do not allow any form of translation, copying, or plagiarism. Cooperation is appreciated.

©aziiori 12/24/23

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Dad! Atsumu and Dad! Bokuto:

Domestic Life with Their Partners

Dad! Bokuto Kotaro x Male! Reader and Dad! Miya Atsumu x Male! Reader

Warnings: pure fluff

A/N: This is a request from Dragon Anon!

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Bokuto Kotaro

Bokuto will be one of the best, if not the best dads in the HQ world 🤚🏻

I said what I said 😤

Honestly, he's basically a child himself for like- what else would you expect?

He's totally the dad to just sit and stare at his sleeping baby, being like "I helped make that" 🥺

You and Bokuto have three kiddos *currently*

I say currently because Bokuto could never have enough

Whether you adopted, birthed your own or fostered, Bokuto is all about that life

Let's just say, you stay home with the kiddos

Bokuto is busy with training and you both decided you wanted one parent at home

Needless to say, by the end of the day you are exhausted

Raising three demon spawn is exhausting

I should know, I keep two alive on the daily 🤚🏻

"Dad, when is daddy coming home?"- your oldest asks you

"Soon my love, I hope VERY soon"- you, about to lose your last bit of patience

When you hear the door open, chaos ensues

Not from you or the kids, oh no

From the giant owl man on the other side 🤣

"DADDY'S HOME"- Kotaro screams as your kiddos rush to hug and jump all over him

Finally, YN some breathing time

Bokuto doesn't forget about you tho, oh no

On top of being an amazing dad, he's also an amazing partner

"Hey my wonderful husband"- Kotaro says giving you a sweet kiss 🥰

"Ko you are sweaty and gross. Go shower"- you say

Bokuto 👉🏻🥺 so you don't love me if I smell??

"I'll love you more if your clean"- you 😁

Bokuto 👉🏻🥲 pain

Bokuto runs to shower while you start dinner

This man will fully come out of the shower, in a towel and start playing with his kids

Because he's that amazing!

"Ko get dressed! Dinners almost done"- you shout

"Why can't I just eat like this?"- Bokuto

"Can I eat in my underwear too?"- your middle child shouts

You 👉🏻😐 that's why Ko

"Lets just all eat in our underwear!"- Bokuto yells

Everyone including Bokuto screams in excitement

You 👉🏻😐 absolutely not

"Baby- why??"- Kotaro 🥺

"Because I wad planning a trip to the park after dinner but if we are all in our underwear, how will we go?"- you

Bokuto and the kids all look at each other 👀

"Ok kids let's get dressed like dad said!!"- Bokuto shouts

A resounding "HEY HEY HEY" reverberates from down the hall

You just smile to yourself because your life is so perfect 🥰

Miya Atsumu

Atsumu is one of those dads who tells dad jokes all the time

Like the minute he becomes a dad, it's like a transformation

But he's also like the super hot dad

Like the dad that carries his babies in baby wraps

He also is that dad who will totally help with night feeds but he doesn't so diaper changes 🤚🏻

I stand by that ok

You and Atsumu have twin boys and man, is it a blast 🤣

I say that because Atsumu is finally understanding what it's like to raise a mini him and Osamu

You are at work one day when your husband calls

"Babe! The boys are driving me insane! One of them hit the other one with my volleyball and now they are both crying" he says as the boys scream in the background

"Sumu give them a treat and I promise they will stop crying"- you say

"Dear husband, I DID! I called Samu to come help and he's bringing onigiri. The boys can have that right?"- Atsumu

You 👉🏻😐🙄 yes darling

"Do I have to cut it up for them? Omg what if they choke??"- Atsumu says panicking

"Sumu chill out"- you say trying to keep your husband calm

"Omg YN how do you so this when I travel? How do you survive?"- Atsumu says

"Well- there's always booze"- you say shrugging and typing on your computer

"YN seriously"- Sumu says, his voice saying all that needs to be said

"Is that YN?"- Osamu says entering the house

"Yeah, omg where is the second one??"- Sumu says panicking

You 👉🏻🤨 the second one?

"They are identical YN!"- Sumu says running around

"Give me the phone ya idiot"- Osamu says ripping it from Sumu's hands

"Samu... is everything ok?"- You say

"Don't worry YN. I got this. I'll make sure they nap"- Osamu says

"Make sure Atsumu naps too"- you joke

"I DONT NEED A NAP"- Atsumu yells as you hear the twins yell "no nap, no nap"

Unsurprisingly, you come home to find Osamu cooking and Atsumu asleep with your twins on the couch

"The nap was a good call YN"- Osamu jokes

You smile as you get your phone out to take a picture

"Yeah yeah it was" 🥰

[mavrintarou]

Lord Miya Atsumu [1]

Yes, finally, Atsumu's story. If you're new, I have Haikyuu Lord series completed for Sakusa, Suna (there was a love triangle between Atsumu and Rintarou), Kita and now Atsumu... Osamu is coming up after this.

Warning: angst; smut; these are shit warnings; asshole Atsumu; mentions of Lady Suna; Note: not proofread yet

Second part

. Y/n stood there, watching her husband walk right past her without a hint of acknowledgment. It was a familiar scene, one that had repeated itself not just once or twice, but countless times over the past three months. The lack of recognition had become a painful routine, leaving her feeling invisible and unimportant in their relationship.

Their marriage was hastily arranged and quickly assigned to quell the scandal surrounding Atsumu.

Y/n has known Lord Atsumu since their childhood days, of the twins, Lord Osamu was her favorite, of course.

Once again, she observed her husband’s unsteady pace, a clear sign of intoxication, as he stumbled with each step.

His parents held on to the belief and hope that marriage would foster his maturity and growth as a responsible man. Little did they know that on their wedding night, she was left alone as her husband departed, only returning in the morning. Despite the initial setback, she devoted herself wholeheartedly for the first four months of their marriage, striving to fulfill her role as a dedicated wife and woman to her husband.

Lord Atsumu has persistently disregarded her, making it clear that she is not the person he desires and that he wants nothing to do with her. Their marriage has become nothing more than a mere formality. He has explicitly expressed his disinterest in her and firmly asserted that she should not harbor any expectations from him. Whatever affairs he engages in beyond the confines of their compound are of no concern to her.

Y/n had caught wind of the scandal involving her husband and another woman, who had now become Lady Suna Y/n. It was the very woman whom Atsumu had loved and desired to pursue a courtship with.

At the gathering, Y/n had the opportunity to meet Lady Suna and immediately understood why she had captivated her husband’s heart. Lady Suna possessed a striking beauty and exuded kindness, emanating a radiant glow that left Y/n herself captivated also.

When they departed from the gathering, Atsumu’s mood resembled a ticking bomb, on the verge of detonation. “How dare you speak to her?” he finally snapped, his anger unleashed.

Y/n stared at her husband with confused eyes and defended herself. “I only spoke to her, what is wrong with that? Tell me?”

He shook his head and remained silent.

. .

Y/n’s made, while serving her breakfast, informed her, “Lord Atsumu returned early this morning.”

Accepting her meal, Y/n looked at her maid with a gentle smile. “You needn’t report his whereabouts to me any longer, Mirei. I shouldn’t know where he has been,” she whispered.

Her maid gazes at her with sorrowful eyes. “Yes, my Lady, I will not report on Lord Atsumu any longer.”

Y/n ate her breakfast alone, a routine she has grown accustomed to. She no longer wishes or dreams of having any meals with her husband. She wonders what mistake or sin she has committed to now serve her time in this dreadful marriage.

“Dr. Ikuta will be here this afternoon to… evaluate you, my Lady.”

After a month of marriage, Y/n’s in-laws started to inquire why she had not conceived a child yet. Her husband swiftly responded, stating that he was not yet prepared for parenthood. The following month, the question arose once again, leaving both couples at a loss for an answer.

“Is there a reason why you are not trying?” Y/n looked at her mother-in-law with wide eyes. “I know… my son… is he treating you well?”

“Yes, Atsumu-san is treating me well.” Y/n lied, she smiles, hoping to convince her mother-in-law.

She did not look convinced, “you must tell me if he does not. Atsumu may be an adult now, but he is still my son and I feel as though I still need to lecture him and guide him to make the right choices.”

Y/n nodded, “understood. I will.”

The short ride back to their small compound was silent, as usual.

“Come to my chambers tonight after your bath.”

Y/n looked at the back of his head as he walked away as soon as they made it through the gates.

Twenty minutes later, Y/n announces herself outside his chambers. She enters his chambers upon hearing his quiet come in.

He stands against the wall with his arms crossed in his yukata. “Strip and lay face down with your ass up.”

Y/n’s face flushed with humiliation. “No,” her voice shook with nothing but anger. “I will not.”

An eyebrow raises, in the challenge, “is this not your wishes, wife? To serve and bear my heir?”

“If you do not wish to make love to me, husband, I do not want nothing at all.”

“Love?” he chuckles, “I do not make love.” He stripped his yukata off.

He stands naked before her, but she keeps her eyes locked on him, glaring at him.

“We do this, you bear an heir for my parents to be happy about and then we’ll do our things. In my opinion, this will not only benefit me but you as well.” He walks closer, “either we do this nicely, or I will take you.”

Lord Atsumu’s smirk widens at her icy stare as she begins to angrily take off her yukata, tossing it aside and putting herself in the position he ordered. He stands above her, admiring her naked body. Her skin looked smooth and soft, pure and innocent.

Looking down at his cock, he scoffs, seeing it hard and excited. He drops down on one knee and grazes his fingers up her thigh – sure enough, her skin was soft.

Softer than anything he’s felt.

“Hurry up.”

Lord Atsumu smacked his palm against her bottom, smirking when she yelps. “As you wish, wife.” He runs his fingers along her slit, making sure to rub her clit before pushing a finger inside of her. “You’re going to need to relax if you don’t want me to hurt you.”

He instantly felt her body loosen, and soften around his finger before he slipped another finger inside, thrusting inside of her to prep her.

Unable to control himself any longer, he kneels behind her and presses the tip of his glistening cock against her core, thrusting in abruptly and hard.

His eyes widen, “you’re a virgin?”

She doesn’t answer, faces buried in his futon. Her fists clenched so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Looking down, he can see the tint of redness coating his cock as he slowly withdrew to only thrust again.

“Fuck… I thought you would have given it to half-breed EunHyuk.” He sneered, gripping her hips as he thrusts his hips at a slow and deep pace.

Lord Atsumu’s low groan echoes in his chamber alone, he doesn’t care that his wife is someone who manages to contain herself. Though he believes she must be enjoying it as much as he is if she is this wet for him. His thrusts fasten and deepen as he reaches to grope her tits, “hopefully one time… is enough to impregnate you?”

The thought of her round tits full of milk sent excitement through Atsumu. He grips her wrists, pushing her completely flat on her stomach before thrusting hard until he feels her walls flutter around his cock – that was enough for him to cum.

He sits back, slowly thrusting to push his seed further into her womb before pulling out and rolling off of her. He watched her roll over, and reach for her yukata to slip on before leaving his chambers.

A few weeks later, her monthly period arrived.

Lord Atsumu called for a doctor, who assured them that Y/n is healthy and should have no problem conceiving.

“Once, every week, you will come to my chambers until you are with child.”

It was a routine for Y/n. Depending on which day her husband was feeling it, he would call for her and she would enter his chambers, shred her yukata, and lay down on her stomach with her lower half risen.

Some nights, he would take her once, most nights it would be two or three times.

Each time he was done, she would slip out and return to her chambers.

“I do not feel any changes to my body, it may be another false hope visit,” Y/n answers her maid. It has been two months since they’ve been trying, and nothing has happened.

“I have faith, my Lady,” the older woman assures with a smile, “I have faith you will be with a child soon.”

.

.

The expression on the doctor’s face provided her with the answer she sought.

Nothing.

“Maybe… keep trying. Maybe, try a different position?” Dr. Ikuta looks at Lord Atsumu, he seemed to be confused and frustrated as to why Y/n was not pregnant as well if they have been actively trying. “Try the lotus pose – where my Lady will be in your lap with your arms underneath her legs, holding her. Once you have ejaculated, try placing a pillow under my Lady’s hips, so she is elevated. That should help with conceiving.”

Y/n’s heart fluttered against her chest, her cheeks burning. Up until now, her husband has only taken her from behind. Whether it be her on her knees, or against being pressed against the wall, or laying sideways.

She has never faced him while trying to / have a baby.

Lord Atsumu glances at her briefly before looking at the doctor, “we will try that.”

That evening Y/n entered his chamber, his back was towards her, and he stood naked from the waist up. He wore some loose pants that sat low on his hips.

She looks at the extra pillows that were stacked neatly at the end of the futon.

Y/n exhales sharply before taking off her yukata and kneeling on the futon. “I am ready.”

His pants drop and he steps out of them, walking towards her.

She tries to keep her breath calm as this would be the first time that she would see her husband.

Lord Atsumu kneels beside her, “lay down on your back,” he holds a hand up, silencing her. “I know what the doctor said, but this will make it less awkward.”

Without questioning, she lays on her back, hands on her belly. She widens her legs, allowing him to fill that space.

Y/n turns her face, to keep herself from staring at him.

“You don’t need to look away,” he says softly.

Her eyes snap at him, surprised at his sudden tone. “I… we just never – done this way…”

“I know,” he says softly again, “just relax.” He strokes his cock and smirks when her eyes widen. She was so innocent. He towers over her and drops onto one elbow. His face was so close to hers; her breath quickened as if she had never been that close to his face before. Her fingers fumbled, wanting nothing but to touch him.

In one smooth thrust, he was fully embedded inside her. He observed her expression contort in pain, and swiftly inquired, “are you all right?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut and she swallowed the lump in her throat, “yes,” opening her eyes. “It’s… just different.”

Atsumu nodded and slowly began to move his hips, creating a slow and steady pace. He had only taken her from behind, never paying attention to her expressions before. Her eyes were fixed upon him, gazing in a manner that caused his heart to race in an unfamiliar manner. He felt a lump forming in his throat, realizing that he had never truly looked into his wife’s eyes before.

He shifts his body so he’s holding his upper weight with both his elbows now. “How – how is that?” he whispers, and she nodded her head in response.

This wasn’t their first time together, but it felt like it.

It felt more intimate.

He slowly rolls his hips, getting faster each time. His eyes fell on her lips, which were parted and she controlled her breathing, refraining from letting out a moan. Atsumu found himself yearning to hear the sound of her voice.

He snapped his hips, and her hands shoot to cover her mouth, preventing any sound from slipping. He grabs both wrists, pinning them to each side of her head, “I want to hear you,” he orders, “don’t hold back.” He swiftly thrust hard again and a whimper slipped through. His lips curve in triumph, and he does it repeatedly, earning himself her sweet moans.

His ego roared with superiority, and he couldn’t take his eyes off her lips.

Gradually, inch by inch, his lips drew nearer and nearer until they finally met hers in a tender kiss.

For the first time, he lets his mouth move over hers in a passionate kiss.

Atsumu breaks the kiss, panting heavily. Her swollen lips only screamed for more and he smiled.

His eyes shift to her tits, jiggling with each thrust and her perky nipples grazing his chest. He releases her wrists and shifts to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.

He was close, ready to combust. He felt her fingers threading through his hair and he looks up. Atsumu had never witnessed her gaze at him in such a loving, longing manner before.

Or had she always looked at him this way and never noticed?

She cupped his face, “’Tsumu…”

Atsumu moved quickly, to seal his lips against hers again, hungrily. His tongue tangled with hers, dancing with hers. He grabs her legs, hiking them over his shoulders and increasing his thrusts.

He breaks the kiss again, but his lips hover closely over hers.

Her quiet whimpers were enough to push him over the edge.

Atsumu winces, groaning loud as he shoots his load deep inside of her.

Her nails dig into his biceps, and he opens his eyes, looking dark and deeply into hers.

After a few seconds, he breaks away, sitting up and letting her legs fall beside her. Slowly, he eases himself out of her before grabbing the pillow and lifting her hips to slide a pillow underneath. “Do you think a second one is needed?”

Y/n shakes her head, “I can go do this in my chambers.”

He runs a hand through his hair, “no, don’t move.”

. .

What was supposed to be once a week, became almost every night.

Her husband has taken her in all positions, and she felt as though she is in a dream with the way he has recently been looking at her.

She doesn’t know what has possessed him, but he is looking at her with what she long for… affection.

She stared at her husband sleeping and wanted badly to touch his face.

For a whole week now, she has spent the night in his chambers.

It was slow but positive progress, she thought.

Sitting up and quietly, she detangled herself from her husband and left his chambers.

A hot bath is ready, and she wipes the residue between her legs. She stares at the milky seed on her fingers, before washing it away with a warm cloth.

After washing herself, she relaxes against the tub, a small smile on her lips.

She places a hand against her abdomen, wondering if life has taken place in her womb.

“Please,” she whispers to herself. “I can’t wait to meet you.”

. .

Y/n looks away, containing her smile as her husband walks by, not before stopping and asking if she is all right. She answers quietly, “yes, I am fine.”

He nods his head before informing her he has business outside.

Her spirit dropped, was he going to an ochaya-house?

“May I, go to the market with Mirei?”

He blinks before answering, “of course, just don’t stay out too long.”

Y/n smiles, “I won’t.”

She watched her husband leave the compound until the gates closed Mirei giggled.

“What is so funny?” Y/n questioned.

“It is not funny, my Lady. It is wonderful. I am so happy to finally see my Lord and my Lady, happy together.”

. .

“What are we here for, my Lady?”

Y/n looks around, “I would like to look for some… textile.”

Mirei’s brow rise, “for…”

“For a baby.” Y/n finished, blushing. “I know… it might be too early but… I just want to look.”

Her maid shakes her head, “never too early, let us go this way.” She leads her lady toward the opposite end. “I am sure when you are finally blessed, my Lord will not allow you to step out of the compound. We should seek now so I can send the others to find what you like later on.”

Y/n smiles, “I like that.”

She follows her maid to the textile area and begins looking through the various rolls.

She was about to reach for a fabric when another hand touched hers. “Oh sorry,” she apologizes, retrieving her hand.

But that exact hand grabbed hers.

She turned her head to look at this person and their face was covered, eyes down. His hat had a sheer netting that covered down to his shoulders which made it difficult to see who they were. Their grip and manly hands were enough to let her know it was a male – yet, what was he doing in this area?

She couldn’t recognize this person at all until she cautiously peered into their eyes.

In an instant, she recognized those eyes anywhere. “Eunhyuk?”

. . .

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