#myaa is so cute

[wind-anemone]

Chapter 36.

I lied.

[borrelia]

despite everything, knuckles is still so cutes

[amari-atelier]

Random current brainrot BUT if you write Sasaki's nickname for Miyano as "Miya-chan", I will eat you!!!

ITS MYA-CHAN CUZ IT SOUNDS LIKE A CAT, GET IT RIGHT!

"Mya-chan" (or I've seen others spell it "Myaa-chan") is just so cute its insane and its eating away at my brain, please???

[bonefall]

I translated some of my Warrior OCs a bit ago! Four of them are part of one family, and the other is my tabaxi ranger with a warrior's name! I don't know if they're correct, but I wanted to give it a shot!

Clovershine - Glemshem (Her name ended up super cute to say! She's the Mi of Cricket and Fawn!)

Alderpelt - Reykossaborrl (There wasn't a word specifically for Alder, so I combined red and tree! This guy is Clover's mate and the very involved Ba of Cricket and Fawn!)

Fawnfrost - Myaachiki (Myaa sounded cuter than Mween, so I used that instead! Fawny is my main girl I rped and invested a lot of trauma in! :D)

Cricketcall - ???ayeo (Sadly no word for cricket, and I couldn't find words to combine for it. Maybe bell and bug? Idk, I just think this guy is neat! He and his dad and Fawn's mentor all die in a terrible sickness, hence her trauma! :DD)

Emberstrike - Kipkubo (A bit of a stim of a name, tbh. She's the ranger, I love her so much and I wish her campaign didn't fall through...)

CRICKET TIME.

So the first thing to know here is that the Clan cat idea of crickets may be somewhat different to your own.

If you're American, you may have a distinction in your mind that a cricket is usually a singing, hopping bug with a more rounded head, where grasshoppers are longer and more locust-shaped. That isn't the case in this part of Britan/Albion. In fact, grasshoppers are the ones better known for their singing abilities.

See this?

This is a house cricket. They're very rare in this region, and mostly live in human houses, as the name implies. Clan cats do not have a word for these.

THIS is what they're imagining when they hear the word cricket;

This green, stout, long-legged insect is called a Speckled Bush-Cricket. They have three species of bush-cricket and five species of hopper.

Generic terms;

Bush-cricket (generic) = Pwoi Named for the sound they make while jumping, as opposed to how hoppers are named for the song. Sometimes gets applied to other rounded, hopping insects, like fleas.

Hopper (generic) = Chrriga Long, powerful insects with loud chirping wails that they make by rubbing their legs against themselves. Found on the ground and in grass, unlike bush-crickets which are usually arboreal.

Popper (a hopping insect suitable for eating) = Arroi Subjective, WindClan tends to use this as a generic for both hoppers and bush-crickets, ShadowClan applies it to all big ones, RiverClan and ThunderClan don't use it at all (except Sorreltail who uses it for any hoppers she's caught and plans to eat).

Hopper Poppers = Pwoi k'sirArroi A WindClan dish. Mashed, breaded-and-egged, deep fried cricket balls. Related to grubcakes, but these INCLUDE breadcrumbs for a crunch. Kind of unhealthy, but a good source of fat which is otherwise lacking in the WindClan diet.

Specific species;

For funsies I'm going to give them a culinary rating, maximum of four stars ⭐⭐⭐⭐. I'm being possessed by the spirit of BB!Sorreltail lmao.

Roesel's bush-cricket (Roeseliana roeselii) = I'ri'r THE undeniable sound of summer, buzzing long and loud when it gets hot. This animal is the most uncanny mix between a hopper and a bushcricket and has a distinctive sound, so it's rarely referred to with a generic title. ⭐⭐⭐ It is also large and meaty. Best of both worlds, right here. Most palatable bush-cricket.

Speckled bush-cricket (Leptophyes punctatissima) = Rr'ik Though its cry is delicate and high-pitched like a bat, it's noteworthy for being the only one in this family that sings mutually. Female crickets return a song to a male they like. ⭐⭐ They're small, but gooey. WindClan sometimes skips mashing them because they're SO leggy, they prefer to just pull the bits off and eat the body. Like a gusher. But that's so much effort, you know?

Drumming Katydid (Meconema thalassinum) = Kugr Has a low, almost threatening grinding noise, which is fitting because it is an active predator. The only one in this list. It kills and eats caterpillars and other invertebrates, but that's not all. It's also a host for a horrible parasite that forces it to run towards water at the end of its life, drowning the animal before bursting out of its body. ⭐ Tastes awful. Possessed by worms. All legs and no meat. Only ShadowClan would eat something like this.

Common Field Grasshopper (Chorthippus brunneus) = Gyig WindClan's bread-and-butter, one of the most common insects they need to eat to keep their coats healthy. Has a chirping song instead of a drawn-out one. HATES wetness and is best found where the gorse is dead and dry. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ A favorite for a reason. It's abundant, it's meaty, it's large. It can even be purple.

Green Grasshopper (Omocestus viridulus) = F'fir Green with thick black bars on its abdomen, with a harsh, fluttering song. Tends to find a high pedestal before playing its song, as if it's trying to get in front of an audience. ⭐⭐⭐ Has more crunch than meat, with big wings that can get in the way, but still a hopper which is pretty delicious.

Slender grouse locust (Tetrix subulata) = Sswoi Dull brown thing that doesn't even sing. Has a dumb little wiggle-dance instead. Loves streams and lidos and is the hopper that RiverClan cats see most often. ⭐ No wonder RiverClan doesn't eat bugs.

Meadow Grasshopper (Pseudochorthippus parallelus) = Shriga Some of them can look deceptively like a f'fir with the green bodies and barring, but listen. Listen. Its song is TOTALLY different, more of a shakey-shake kind of rattle. ⭐⭐⭐⭐ And Sorreltail will GO TO BAT for how delicious they are. Don't be fooled. This is grasshopper ambrosia. Tiny wings, lots of crunch, a nice flavor. ABSOLUTE delicacy.

Groundhopper (Tetrix undulata) = Wariga A plump, brown grasshopper that eats moss and algae, preferring wet environments with drier areas to retreat to. ⭐⭐⭐??? Data needed. ShadowClan cats kept SWEARING to Sorreltail that these are actually the best, most delicious poppers out there. But she's never had one so she can't attest to it... yet. It's hard to imagine anything can taste better than a honey-roasted shriga. She doubts it tbh.

[kusuguricafe]

Meido Day!

A/N: I realized it was Maid Day, and I really wanted to write something for it. Thank you for the suggestion, anon! Please enjoy 💖

Summary: Miyano has a Maid Day surprise for Sasaki!

Characters: lee!Miyano, ler!Sasaki

“Sasaki-senpai!”

“Oh, Myaa-chaa— Eh? Eeh??”

Sasaki turned to see his lovely boyfriend, no, a lovely-looking maid??

“D-does it look good on me?” Miyano shyly asked.

“Good? It’s absolutely adorable!”

Miyano blushed, avoiding Sasaki’s gaze. “You really think so?”

“Of course I do! But, don’t you not like wearing women’s clothing? Why are you wearing that, anyway?”

“It’s Maid Day.”

“Oh, I see. Kawaii~”

Sasaki took a closer look at Miyano’s outfit. The maid dress suits him surprisingly well, and the white hairband stands out well against his black hair, he thought. Those black stockings and adorable Mary Janes really make the outfit. I’m surprised he chose a dress that short, I can see his thighs—wait, have I ever seen his thighs before!?

“Sasaki-senpai?”

“Yes? Sorry, I was lost in thought for a second there. Could you do a spin for me?” Sasaki smiled.

“Oh! Um, sure!” Miyano lifted the ends of his dress up slightly and twirled around.

Sasaki was starting to feel faint. “The big ribbon on the back is very moe. Is that how you use it?”

“K-kind of.”

“So, uh, are you going out anywhere today, or…?”

“Oh, no, I just, uh… I did this for you.” 

“You—you what?”

“I wore this for you!” Miyano said, much louder this time. “D-don’t make such a big deal out of it. I just thought that, maybe, you would like it…”

“Oh my gosh, Mya-chan… That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever heard. I could just die!” Sasaki said, holding back laughter.

“Hey! Don’t laugh!”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. You’re just too cute.”

Miyano’s eyes widened. His face was still flushed from the last few times Sasaki had called him cute in the past couple of minutes. This wasn’t helping. He covered his face with his hands.

“Aw, Mya-chan, don’t hide!” Sasaki walked over and gently moved Miyano’s hands away from his face. “There he is~!”

Miyano couldn’t stop a wobbly smile from appearing on his face. “S-stop! You’re embarrassing me. Don’t look at my face!”

“Why not? You have such a beautiful smile!”

“N-no I don’t! It looks silly…”

“You don’t look silly at all! Okay, well, maybe a little—”

“See!?”

“No no no! Not from that, j-just the outfit, but, it looks really good on you! It really does, I’m just still a bit taken aback.”

Sasaki realized he was still holding Miyano’s hands, which were now trying to escape.

“You’re not trying to cover your face again, are you?”

“...”

“Nooo, I want to see it! Please let me see my darling boyfriend’s face?”

“F-fine,” Miyano pouted.

Sasaki frowned. “Hold on a minute, I’ll be right back. I think I have something that will complete your look.”

Miyano sat down on their couch while he waited for Sasaki to return from the other room.

“Here! It’s brand new.” Sasaki said, presenting a black feather duster.

Miyano blinked in surprise.

Sasaki stepped closer and fluttered the feather duster over Miyano’s ear.

“EEP!” Miyano jumped and covered his ear with his hand.

“Oh? Is someone a little sensitive, hm~?” Sasaki waved the duster over Miyano’s other ear, and when he covered that one too, he waved it over his neck.

“Ehehehe nOho! S-stahahap!” Miyano covered his mouth.

“Stop hiding your smile! I want to see every part of my Mya-chan’s face.”

Miyano shook his head.

“Guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way…” Sasaki said, placing the feather duster down on the coffee table. He wiggled his fingers at Miya.

Miyano squeezed his eyes shut, his hands still covering his mouth. Sasaki reached down and began kneading at Miyano’s hips, causing the smaller boy to burst out laughing and squirm beneath him. Miyano almost immediately uncovered his mouth to bat at Sasaki’s hands instead.

“WahAHAHAha nononOHOHO! WhyhyHYEEE?”

“Honestly? I just really wanted to tickle you,” Sasaki admitted. “Seeing your bright smile and hearing your sweet laughter is a bonus! Tickle tickle tickle~”

“Yohohou cahahahan’t jUHUST say things like thahAHAHAhat!!”

“Sure I can!”

Sasaki moved up to Miyano’s ribcage. Miyano weakly grabbed at Sasaki’s hands, ultimately just holding onto them, making no real attempt to stop him.

“AhahahahahaahaAA! Hahaha noho, wAhahAAHAHA!”

Sasaki had to resist the urge to squeeze Miyano’s bare thighs. Maybe some other time. He didn’t want to push Miyano too far.

“Ihihit tihihihickles! Sahahahasaki-senpahahAIIII!!

But that wouldn’t stop him from pinching right above his knees. “Tickles?”

“YehehEHES!”

“Where else is Myaa-chan ticklish?”

“I’m nohOHOt just gonna tell yoHOU thahAHAhat!”

“Hmm, how about…”

Sasaki managed to catch one of Miyano’s feet, which had been thrashing about. He unfastened and slipped off his shoe.

“Ah, wait! Sasaki, p-p-please…!”

“Please what?”

“I, I don’t knohohow!”

“If you really want me to stop, I’ll stop.”

No response.

“Mya-chan?”

“Y-you don’t have to stop…”

Sasaki grinned. “Okay, just tell me if it’s too much, alright? This is the last spot I want to try.”

Miyano nodded. Sasaki gingerly scribbled his fingers across the ball of Miyano’s stocking-covered foot. Miyano screeched.

“Whoa! That bad?”

“Sh-shut up! WaitwAITWAHAHAHAA NAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAHA!!! SAHAHAHASAKI AAAAAHAHAAA NOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!! PLEASE NOT THERE!!!”

“Here? Right under your toes?”

“AHAHAHAHAAAA ASDJKSFLHKHSGFKSBABJSJK!!!!”

“How are you even making those sounds? Haha!”

“PLEHEEAAAAHH PLEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAA!!!”

“Okay, okay! I’ll stop. I had no idea you were this ticklish! Breathe, you’re alright.”

Sasaki put Miyano’s shoe back on as Miyano caught his breath. He laid there, panting. His eyes were sparkling, and his face was flushed a deep pink. Sasaki gazed at him lovingly.

“Can I take some pictures of you before you take that off?”

Miyano opened his eyes and looked up at Sasaki. “But, my face is all red now, and I’m sure my hair looks ridiculous!”

“Pleeease, for me?”

Miyano paused to think.

“I won’t show them to anyone else, I promise! Please, Mya-chan!”

“Okay! Okay. For you.”

“Yayyy!!”

Miyano smiled genuinely, not feeling the need to hide it anymore.

[monstrsball]

iwaizumi mikio + the JNT

my first post about the single dad!iwa au.

i said i wanted to write a post about mikio with the national team so... here it is!! i had some help brainstorming a lot of these because... coming up with headcanons for 14 different guys is hard. thank you to the mutuals who talked about this with me.

ushijima (uncle ushiwaka):

i talked about it a little in the original post but they're pretty close!! mikio's known him since he was a kid.

he calls him 'ushiwaka' instead of wakatoshi bc of oikawa lmao.

mikio likes to share rock and lizard facts with him. ushijima dutifully listens.

tendou sends ushijima chocolates and he always shares them with mikio! and ushijima will write down mikio's opinions on each of them to share with tendou later.

(side note: i don't think mikio has ever met tendou so he's like a celebrity in his mind... his uncle's cool friend who sends chocolates and has been on TV)

sometimes i think they just sit in silence while they do their own thing. ushijima's doing his stretches while mikio reads a book next to him or something. it's kind of cute.

bokuto (bokuto-san):

mikio, like most children, enjoys being thrown. bokuto is happy to throw children. he has a blast. in the gym, it's usually just swinging him around.

iwa isn't really the over-protective dad type but it does give him a heart attack sometimes.

bokuto calls him little/mini iwa a lot, i think... or baby iwa but that one usually makes mikio frown and go "i'm seven" all matter-of-fact.

mikio gets kind of nervous around hyakuzawa and hakuba because they are both So Tall so sometimes bokuto will carry him on his shoulders so he can be tall too.

kageyama (kageyama-senshu):

first of all. he calls him kageyama-senshu bc of hinata. mikio overheard hinata teasing him and was like O: and started calling him that too after hinata explained what it means.

kageyama is the only one he uses this for and it's because kageyama calls him "mikio-san"

they talk to each other like they're colleagues and it's both the funniest and cutest thing in the world.

"good morning, mikio-san" "good morning, kageyama-senshu"

mikio likes kageyama for these reasons! kageyama makes him feel like he's being taken seriously which is nice.

and kageyama is also happy to listen to mikio go on and on about his interests.

hinata (hinata-san / shouyou-san):

i think after he witnesses oikawa calling hinata shouyou a few times, he starts doing it too. but this is probably after the olympics tbh.

hinata is pretty good with kids! i think he's good at striking that balance between being goofy while also not talking down to kids so he's fun to talk to.

he tells mikio a lot of stories about karasuno with a slight focus on suga after he hears that he's his teacher! mikio is like "woah... suga-sen lore..." (<- he does not actually say this because he is seven but you get the idea) (actually it would be kind of funny if he said it exactly like that)

he also tells him stories about oikawa!! he tells him a little about when they hung out in brazil. and mikio's little mind is BLOWN because he didn't even know they knew each other.

atsumu (miya-san):

mikio uintentionally bullies atsumu sometimes.

he's kind of blunt and he doesn't realize that what he's saying sounds rude lmao.

"miya-san, why does your hair look like that?" when his roots are starting to grow back in. (mikio is the first one to notice)

or atsumu will be overreacting about something in typical miya atsumu fashion and mikio goes "miya-san, you're being weird"

mikio calls osamu "myaa-sam" because of bokuto and atsumu thinks it's so unfair that osamu has a special nickname when atsumu definitely sees mikio more often than he does.

he wouldn't say this to mikio though. he just whines about it to osamu.

atsumu thinks mikio hates him but mikio does actually think he's kind of cool. he says this once and atsumu is like "he thinks i'm cool" and sakusa goes "he said 'kind of cool'"

sakusa (sakusa-san):

i really thought about having mikio call him 'omi-san' because the idea of him calling him that while atsumu is just "miya-san" was. really funny but i don't actually think he would.

like, he picks up a lot of nicknames from oikawa and bokuto but this is one where i think he would stick to what his dad says.

partially because he is... a little scared of sakusa. it's not necessarily anything sakusa did, he's just tall and has a deep voice and he was wearing a mask the first time they met and it just freaked him out.

sakusa did unintentionally make him cry once because he saw mikio pick up something off the ground outside and told him it was disgusting. iwa then had a talk with sakusa about how you talk to children.

iwa was firm about it but not mean or anything. everyone else describes it as "the time our athletic trainer almost killed sakusa" though.

komori (komori-san):

komori is a fun guy! fun silly little guy! i think he likes roping mikio into shenanigans.

nothing super bad, he's not trying to get mikio in trouble with his dad or anything. just silly harmless stuff.

sometimes at sakusa's expense but not always since mikio is a little freaked out by him.

i do not have specific examples for the shenigans though. sorry. if anyone has ideas, my inbox is open always.

komori also gives me the vibe as the kind of guy who would like puns so he makes mikio laugh a lot. (even if mikio doesn't always understand the pun, lol. he laughs and then he's like "i don't get it" and then komori explains it to him)

suna (suna-san):

suna wants to be in his "the dad who stepped up" era but mikio already has a dad. (<- this is what iwa says every time suna says he can be the father figure mikio needs)

ok. jokes aside.

mikio thinks suna is okay. he shows him funny videos on his phone sometimes which is about the only time mikio finds him entertaining.

yaku (yaku-san):

it depends a little but yaku's pretty good with kids, i think. he's another one who i think kids would like because he doesn't talk down to them or anything.

(he still talks to them like they're kids though, he talks to them about their interests)

he does encourage some of the unintentionally rude things mikio says lmao.

"he's kind of weird" "you're right, mikio-kun. he is kind of weird" "HEY"

yaku and komori are secretly teaming up to try to persuade mikio to be a libero behind iwa's back. (i don't think iwa actually has any strong opinions on what position mikio would hypothetically play if he decided to play volleyball in school but still)

hoshiumi (hoshiumi-san):

kind of a menace.

he told mikio that the reason hakuba is so tall is because he watched subliminal messaging videos about making you taller when he was a kid (hakuba backed this up).

so for a few days mikio was using his screen time to watch subliminal 'how to get taller' videos on youtube and iwaizumi was like wtf?? (missed hoshiumi telling him this)

mikio didn't even know what subliminal meant. hoshiumi had to explain it to him.

another time hoshiumi told mikio that if he swallows a watermelon seed it will grow into a watermelon in his stomach and then joined the "players who have made mikio cry" club. (iwa yelled at him after)

he just... lies. a lot. about somewhat harmless stuff but still. he is spreading misinformation. and iwa is like "stop lying to my son"

aran (ojiro-san):

nervous but pretty good with mikio!

he's actually pretty good at cheering him up when he's upset because he just says it's okay to be sad! and then he feels a little better.

sometimes mikio asks him to swing him around like bokuto does and aran is like "absolutely not" (but in a nice way lol, he doesn't want to hurt his feelings but he doesn't want to risk accidentally throwing mikio across the gym)

brings extra snacks when he knows mikio is coming in (iwa usually tries to give them a heads up). he gets mikio obsessed with ritz crackers for a while because he always shares his with him.

he corrected the "hakuba got so tall because he watched subliminal videos" misinformation. i think he's actually often stepping in to correct misinformation. every time he sees hoshiumi talking to mikio, he makes sure to listen in.

hyakuzawa (hyakuzawa-san):

he's not necessarily... scared but mikio gets really nervous around hyakuzawa because of how tall he is. he is the tallest person he has ever seen.

hyakuzawa is... also nervous around kids lmao. because of how tall he is. so it's a little funny to watch them be wary around each other.

yaku tells him not to be so nervous because kids can smell fear.

"what" "they literally can't" "oh haha yeah"

he gets a little better as time goes on but he's always the most awkward around him.

hakuba (hakuba-san):

mikio is also nervous around him bc of his height but hakuba is a little better with kids than hyakuzawa. or at least, he doesn't get as nervous.

hakuba is often on like High Alert when he knows mikio is around because he doesn't want to accidentally bump into him or knock him down. (hyakuzawa too but i think it's a more conscious effort with hakuba bc he is not always that aware of his surroundings lol)

he will sometimes assist hoshiumi in spreading misinformation.

kiryuu (kiryuu-san):

i think mikio likes him! i don't think kiryuu always knows how to interact with kids but he does his best (which is pretty good tbh).

mikio asks him for bird facts, kiryuu shows him pictures of birds he's seen while birdwatching. it's nice.

mikio gains a greater appreciation for birds through these conversations and will sometimes point out random birds while he's out with his dad.

and that's it, i think? i hope you enjoyed. i'm not as happy with what i came up with for the last three (well actually i like kiryuu's i just wish i had more lol) but i didn't really want to leave them out either! if anyone wants to talk more about this, my inbox is always open!!!

asked to be tagged: @theirtheretheyre @thegaycodedvolleyballhimbos @midnightemy35

[dirtbra1n]

like ohhh from the first chapter sasaki like. oh christ The very beginning like he thinks miyano’s cute and has a surface level crush on him this is the story premise like we all know. but what’s notable in particular is that he’s giving miyano his thoughts, his review, on the first ever manga he was leant, and miyano’s looking at him in like. awe! transparent as hell about it! and there’s this closeup on sasaki’s eyes where he looks a little surprised and opened up. and it’s like. When was the last time he ever connected with someone over something like this. and then he keeps going with his review! because he really took this seriously! and miyano is trembling with excitement he’s trembling with it he lights up with it and sasaki’s a little taken aback proper here but it’s as miyano’s going on about it that you really have to wonder, When was the last time he saw a passion like this? but really that’s sort of dwarfed in comparison to the following pages where you can practically hear pieces clicking on, rapid succession, in sasaki’s head. you can see it on him. He’s really cute… “…Yeah. Hey, Myaa-chan? Loan me another?” guy who is just. in it, now. guy who is so In It.

[marswritingss]

inarizaki manager!reader at training camp

req: Hi! Can I ask headcasnons about Inarizaki and their manager go to the training camp?

me: damn y’all really are inarizaki stans hihihhi

warnings: none! crack and stuff like that lol

– uM

– so you were in tokyo (i’m with my ghouls)

– fellow editors pls sing w me-

– anyway so you had been invited to a tokyo training camp hosted by the same people who hosted japan’s youth camp

– it was before the spring interhigh qualifiers, so it was winter

– when you dropped off the bus and sneezed, aran atsumu and akagi rushed to literally cover you in 23948932879341 layers of jackets, sweaters and scarfs

– mfs be from the south and think just a few grades celcius are the north pole smh

– when you met the other managers you almost died

– it was heaven

– people who has suffered and gone through the same as you? a complete fantasy

“i swear to god, kuroo is such a little shit, he’s been teasing yaku since the first time they met and everytime they fight it’s me who has to split them up”

“well, at least you don’t have bokuto and akaashi making out everytime they score a point” 

– you almost spat your water-

“well, karasuno is kinda nice. they aren’t that ba-”

“no yachi, they are”

– LMAO RIP YACHI

“well, compared to you, inarizaki is kinda nice... though we have the miyas and suna...” you say, thoughtful “last week they fought because osamu didn’t want to share his onigiri with atsumu... and suna recorded it...”

“pfffffff at least you guys have aran-”

“aran is just so done with the twins he just ignores them” you say and you all laugh

– when you return to give them their water bottles atsumu looks at you with love eyes

“so that’s how girl talk looks like...” says akagi

– jdsahsdhsia baby

– they’re so cute they don’t know shit about girls rip them

– i mean they’re gay it’s not like they’d need it

– okay so it’s all fun and laughs until the bath

– because, believe it or not, suna is probably the one with the worst showering habits of the whole team

– this bitch literally puts his water at boiling point and expects to be able to stay one fucking hour in the shower

– so the first day ends up being suna running out of warm water and the rest of the team almost wanting to kill him, except omimi because this bitch is used to shower with water at -10ºC

– fortunately, yukie lets you shower at her part of the baths so you’re able to take a shower with a decent temperature

– which leads to atsumu whining like a bitch

“why do ya get to shower with warm water?”

“because suna didn’t shower at yukie’s” says osamu

“pffff imagine if atsumu asked one of the managers to shower at their bathroom” says suna

– everyone gives him a death glare

– rip him

– the matches go alright

– yaku almost kills atsumu

“what’s the deal with that bend thing? just dig the motherfucking ball, this isn’t a strip club?”

“why do ya hate me so much!”

“yaku-san, why don’t you use upperhand receives if you’re so short? shouldn’t the ball go too high for an underhand pass?”

– rip lev 2k20

– surprisingly, yaku is the one who manages to receive most of atsumu’s serves so at the end of the first match atsumu bows hoping yaku will say something like “your serves are incredibly powerful”

– but he says instead

“learn to fucking aim instead of trying to shut down the whole gym, you look pathetic”

– uoOOOOOOHHHHHHH

– press f to play respects

– no actually i think yaku would say that but also acknowledge atsumu’s skills

– osamu and akaashi would become besties

“these onigiri are really good, miya-san”

“i know right? probably because of kita-san’s grandma’s rice, it’s really good”

– they exchange numbers much to bokuto’s dismay and talkabout food the whole camp

“akghaaasheeeeee are you gonna leave me for myaa-san part two?”

“don’t worry bokuto-sam, we were just exchanging onigiri recipes”

“but i can do onigiri too!”

– istg bokuto baby-

– kuroo hates suna because of his bendy thing

“why does he have to move all his body?”

“kuro, you’re just annoyed that you can’t block most of his spikes”

“but don’t you hate him too kenma?”

“no i don’t”

– akagi becomes everyone’s baby

– like

– the libero’s love him

– yaku keeps giving him tips on receiving floaters and nishinoya talks about footwork with him

– and this baby helps them in blocked spikes

– bless the libero squad

– i’m honestly running out of ideas

– when it’s personal training, atsumu, aran and kita join the third gym squad

– idk if canonically kita knows how to do jump floaters but here he doesn’t

– so as a pinch server, yamaguchi practices some of them and teach him how to do one

– believe me, kita has tried atsumu to teach him but do you know the part where nishinoya is helping hinata and hinata can’t catch anything?

– the same with atsumu

 – atsumu sets for hinata

– this bitch is so happy istg-

– baby

– atsumu and akaashi somehow get along and akaashi ends up setting for atsumu

– later suna joins

“hey you! the one with the strange torso!” says kuroo

“suna” corrects him

“how the fuck do you do that?” 

– suna starts explaining to him and kuroo drags tsukishima so he learns-

– atsumu sets for lev and has to chug three bottles of water so he doesn’t kill lev because he keeps messing his spikes

– anyway hope you liked this garbage i literally have no brain at this point

[colorseeingchick]

Onigiri and Second Chances

Pairing: Osamu Miya x Reader

Summary: The Black Jackals are hosting a Christmas party, and Osamu agrees to come. But there’s some details Atsumu forgot to tell him- 1, he’s supposed to mass-make Onigiri for the party, and 2, a figure from his past is making a reappearance. 

Warnings: Mostly Fluff, some Angst, suggestive content, swearing 

Word Count: 3.7k 

A/N: Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays everyone! This is far from my best work but I hope its fun regardless !

Osamu swears he can see his breath crystalize before him in his kitchen as he plots the murder of his damned brother. 

Well, plotting his brother’s demise is currently secondary to the molding of the  onigiri in his hand. It feels odd, the contrast between the soft, squishy rice warming his palms as he meticulously works at it and the prickly cold that bites his forearms, bare and at the mercy of the cold air of his kitchen, unprotected by his rolled up sleeves. 

Now, you probably have a lot of questions! 

Why’s Osamu Miya making some lip-smacking onigiri at 4 pm on Christmas Eve? 

Because his bitch of a brother tricked him.

Why’s he making 70? 

Ask Atsumu smh (if it’s not abundantly clear, my boy Osamu is VERY salty).

Has he been here for like, 3 hours already? 

Yeah, he sure as hell has. 

Will he be here for a good few more?

Uh huh. 

Why? 

Well, Osamu doesn’t take onigiri lightly. 1. If he’s gonna make em for Atsumu’s party, he was gonna do em right. Even though Atsumu forgot to mention that onigiri was gonna be the special dish to Osamu- the one making the onigiri- until 10 am the day of, (I’m sure y’all get why Osamu is mad now) there wasn’t a chance in hell he was gonna let his dishes fall flat, especially for a party this big. He has a bunch of specialty flavors he’s been wanting to showcase anyways, and in the process of making so many for such a large number, he knows it’s easy to get lost in a ‘quantity over quality’ mindset. No matter the amount, Onigiri Miya’s quality never wavers (A/N: period king as you should). 

But the AC being broken? That’s not a part of his plan. And it was just kinda, icing on his metaphorical cake of reasons why he’s pissed as hell right now. It makes him question if all this effort is really worth it, at least for tonight. 

Osamu’s initially thought that, because his brother’s the host for this party, that maybe he should try to spruce up a bit, come in lookin like an acceptable counterpart to his charismatic, showy brother. But now? He’ll realistically be here in this kitchen till the time of the party, so he’ll show up lookin a lil rough. Effort that should’ve gone into his looks is not being put into his food.  If Atsumu complains, Osamu will not hesitate to shove an onigiri up his-

It’s whatever. It’s not like he has anyone he needs to impress there anyways. He’s just the onigiri twin tonight. 

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The party is in full swing when Osamu arrives. But unlike Atsumu’s usual parties, the music wasn’t blaring- it’s festive and moderate. And despite being ‘party’ attire, everyone seems a little less scandalous. I guess that’s natural when some business representatives and officials from the volleyball world are also present. Unfortunately, this does mean that Osamu is the most underdressed, but he’s come to terms with it. 

But knowing his brother, there’s no way a Miya party would be fully professional. There has to be some element of childishness or stupidity somewhere in this party-

And Osamu gets his answer when he looks up. 

Mistletoe. And lots of it. It’s not everywhere everywhere. But there’s more than one, and they are seemingly strategically placed. 

Osamu chuckles. Leave it to his brother to try and start shit. All this means is that he has to be careful to not end up in the wrong spot with some random person. He’ll be fine. 

Giant container filled with onigiri in hand, he maneuvers his way to the kitchen, nodding and smiling at his acquaintances as he goes. As he’s about to step onto the cold tile of the kitchen, he stops dead in his tracks. 

Fuck his brother. 

He didn’t say anything about you being here. Somebody’ll have to stop him from slugging his asshat of a twin across the face. 

“SAMMMMUUUU!!!!!” Speak of the devil. 

Atsumu slings his arm over his twin’s shoulder,  a cup in his other hand.

“Are ya drunk?” 

“Huh? No. Gotta keep it together! I’m the host after all.” Atsumu smiles wide, rather stupidly. 

“Great. If yer sober, that means I can beat the ever livin’ shit outta ya and yer gonna remember.” 

“Oi, oi, what did I do!? Ya just got here!” Fear shined Atsumu’s bright eyes. 

“If you could like, not beat my boyfriend up, I’d appreciate it a bit, Samu-kun,” a female voice gently chimes in. 

“Homura-chan, hello.” Osamu’s shoulders relax as his brother’s level-headed girlfriend pops up in between the two, giving Osamu a side hug only to watch Atsumu pout. 

“Homura…” Atsumu’s whine is enough for her to placate him with a tight hug, but she continues to face Osamu. 

“Why do you wanna kill him this time? Not that you’re wrong for wanting to. I’m just curious.”

“Hey!”

“He didn’t tell me they were gon be here.” Osamu’s eyes shift to you, laughing in the kitchen, talking to Hinata and Bokuto, while filling cups with hot chocolate. 

“Oh I thought you were gonna yell at him for not telling you about the onigiris till this morning.”

“That too.”

“HEY!” 

“But I guess it’s my fault they’re here. I invited them, they are my best friend after all. But I should have told you. I’m sorry, Samu.”

“No, no. Its fine Homura-chan. I just…” 

Osamu doesn’t know how to verbalize it. He’s had a crush on you since 2nd year, and it didn’t go anywhere even through college. You two knew each other pretty well, and he almost asked you out. Emphasis on almost. Being honest, he abandoned ship when he saw some guy kissing you after class one day- he figured he had waited for too long. He cut off communication with you soon after, despite your attempts to reach out. Homura had time and time again reminded Osamu that you didn’t hate him, and he did trust her. But that didn’t help him shake off the feeling you did, and always would, resent him. 

It also did not help that his stomach jumped the moment he heard your beautiful laugh resonate in the kitchen, or that his face heated up when he saw you warmly hug your cup of hot chocolate, sipping it so gently. So cute. 

He’s still whipped. Fuck. 

Homura nudges his shoulder, one hand intertwined with Atsumu’s. “We’re not gonna make you talk to them-”

“maybe...” adds in Atsumu.

“-But if they come up to ya, maybe it won’t be the worst thing.”

Osamu looks down, tightly gripping the strap attached to his container. “Okay,” he quietly agrees.

Atsumu slaps his brother’s shoulder with a smile and comments, “ya know where my clothes are, grab em if ya need em” before taking his leave to go entertain other guests.

“I’m assuming you have more containers?” Homura asks, standing by Osamu’s side.

“70 onigiris definitely do not fit in here.” Osamu smiles with his quip, and she smiles back. 

“Figured. I’ll help ya grab the rest. Go and put that down first.” She heads towards the front door, leaving him in the doorway. 

He takes a deep breath before recomposing himself, restoring his classic blank n’ bored expression. He strides into the kitchen, placing the black container down softly and attracts eyes in the process, including yours. He feels your soft gaze somehow dig into the back of his head once he swiftly turns around, walking away back to the front door. As he steps back into the winter breeze, he’s met with Homura’s knowing gaze. 

“They’re single, ya know.” 

Osamu huffs out cold hair, eyes closing at the sting of the wind. And somehow, the cold sting filling his lungs eased the fear in his stomach. 

“I look like shit.”

“Atsu said you could take his clothes. Let’s go pick somethin’ nice out for ya.” 

This is gonna be a long night. 

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Osamu sits himself on the couch, a glass of champagne in one hand. Atsumu’s maroon button-up faintly smells like his signature cologne, and although he usually hates it, something about it helps Osamu channel his brother’s cockiness confidence, which feels very helpful right about now. 

But the confidence he’s tryna channel can only do so much. Suna and Akaashi are both worried as they watch Osamu space out mid conversation. Its far from normal. Suna knows exactly what’s on his best friend’s mind, while Akaashi is astute enough to make a guess. 

“Myaa-sam.” Akaashi gently calls to Osamu. No response. 

So Suna gives him a nice kick. 

“Oi!” Osamu rubs his shin. 

“Talk to them, before ya go crazy and take us all down with ya,” Suna’s tone is flat and bored, but the intensity of the statement is clear. 

“I dunno…” 

“Myaa-sam, don’t you think it's worth a try?” Akaashi’s approach is different, soft and coaxing. 

“Ya know how awkward it’s gonna be?” His leg is bouncing now.

He wants to. Very badly. But he can’t. It might only make things worse. 

“It’s only awkward if ya make it awkward. And that’s comin’ from me. Ya know, from both of our personal experiences, waiting too long is the worst mistake you can make.” Suna turns his gaze back to the kitchen, wistfulness is his voice. 

“We fucked up. But yer gettin’ a second chance. Don’t do it again.” 

Osamu knows Suna’s pain. He knows he’s right. 

“How the hell do I even start?” 

Suna’s gaze shifts to something, or someone, else before quickly locking eyes with Akaashi. 

“Don’t run.” He then gets up wordlessly and walks away. 

Akaashi brushes his pants off before standing, a small smile resting on his face. 

“Just remember Myaa-sam, you’ll only regret the things you don’t do. It’s best to be honest,” and with that, Akaashi also walks away. 

As Osamu’s eyes trace Akaashi’s path of escape, his eyes are caught by you, happily bounding towards him- a smile on your face and onigiri in hand. 

Yeah, that’s you for sure. Osamu is caught between the nerves in his stomach and the fuzziness in his mind as you come up to him. 

“Osamu, hello! Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, L/N.”

“Can, can I sit here?”

Don’t run. 

“Yeah.”

As you sit down, he notes the distance, he notes how your arms are in front of you, he notes your smile, and he notes how your eyes shine. He notes how cute you look with the onigiri tightly held in your hands. 

“Your onigiri’s are amazing! I always knew you were a great cook, but I’m so sad I never got to try them before!”

“Thank you, L/N. These definitely aren’t my best, Tsumu didn’t tell me I needed to make em till this mornin’ so… I was worried they weren’t as good.”

A lie. He knows they’re not bad. But he wants you to think they can be much better. 

“If this is bad then I’ll definitely have to come by and try more! Because this is the best onigiri I’ve ever had. But maybe that’s because you’re the one who made em.” You quickly move on from your comment by taking a giant bite out of your onigiri, and Osamu hopes that you don’t see how intensely his face heats up. 

Are ya, flirting? With him? Nah, yer just being you, all nice and all. But that doesn’t do anything to mitigate how much you’ve just stroked his ego. 

“Sounds like classic Atsumu, to forget to tell ya something important. What was your day like? Having to prep all this so fast.” You look up at him, expectantly, eagerly ready to listen to him.

Your undivided attention does illegal things to his heart, ya know. 

But just like that, you two fall into your usual pace, as if y’all had never stopped talking in the first place. He tells you stories, you add in charismatic quips, you both share laughs, and slowly the gap between you two closes. Osamu’s hand is now empty of any glasses and lounges against the back of the chair right by your head. You, on the other hand, have your legs pulled up under you, your knees gently pushing against his thigh. 

“Oh my gosh I should be at more Black Jackals games from now on, this sounds amazing,” you say as you wipe a tear from your eye after laughing too hard. 

“If yer goin, lemme know, I can keep ya company,” Osamu lets the words fall from his mouth before he processes what he’s saying. 

You pause, soaking in his words. “Really?”

Now it’s his turn to process his offer. “Uh.. only… if yer interested-”

“I’d love that.” You smile at him, excitement clear in your voice. 

As Osamu indulges himself in the sight of your smile, he realizes that some rice clung to the corner of your face. Out of instinct and enabled by proximity, his hand resting in his lap reaches out to you. His hand caresses your jaw while his thumb drags against the corner of your mouth, down over your bottom lip. Out of shock, you could do nothing but stare at him as his eyes meet yours. 

In this moment, in this place, time has stopped. Osamu has one thought on his mind as he thumbs at your lips. 

I need to kiss them. Now.

But then he didn’t. 

Osamu sharply retracts his hand, a “ah, sorry,” running off his tongue. 

“You’re, you’re fine.” You look down, flustered. “I’ll, be right back.” Osamu sighs and feels his heart start to sting as you walk away, head lowered. 

Fuck me. I fucked up again, didn’t I? I just didn’t want to do anything they didn’t want. 

 Osamu snaps back to reality as he feels a hard slap against the back of his head. 

He’s ready to fight when he turns around, only to see Homura and Atsumu behind the couch. 

“The fuck was that, Samu?” Atsumu aggressively yell whispers. 

“What doya mean!” He knows what Atsumu means. He hates admitting Tsumu is right, but he can’t admit that. 

Homura’s disappointed glare quiets him down. “Don’t do anything you don’t want to, Osamu. But if you want it, you can’t keep running away. And don’t lead them on either, that ain’t fair.” 

“I didn’t know if they wanted to…” Hasn’t that always been the problem? Osamu is a confident guy. He pulls a lotta people, pretty consistently too. But you were different, always had been. Osamu never wanted to hurt you, never wanted to make you uncomfortable. Never wanted to ruin your friendship. But in trying to do that, once it was too late, he knew that’s exactly what he did. And he couldn’t find it in himself to do that again. 

“They want it. I know my best friend. They want you as much as you want them, headass. So if you’re not gonna make a move, I will.” With that, Homura turns on her heels and walks away, Atsumu glaring at his brother while his girlfriend pulls him along. 

That’s definitely a threat. What does it mean? Who knows! But better to not find out.

Osamu’s eyes scan the room and he finds Suna leaning up against a wall, Akaashi standing next to him. Suna’s lazy gaze makes contact with Osamu’s for a moment before closing while sipping at his hot chocolate. Akaashi’s squint also feels more piercing in this moment. 

My boys are talkin’ shit about me? Incorrect, Samu. In case you have not realized, your boys are not the type to talk in the first place. 

I deserve it this time though. He rubs the back of his neck as he stands up to stretch. 

You do regret the things you don’t do. Dammit Akaashi. Time to talk it out. 

Osamu strides through the house tryna find you. He finds you stepping down the stairs, wiping at your face. His heart shatters and he really wants nothing but to hug you. But he resists, mind determined. 

“L/N.”

“Osamu! Hi um… I’m so sorry if I’ve been bothering you.” 

“L/N.”

“I’ll just let you go, I don’t wanna make you anymore uncomfortable.”

“Y/N.” Osamu grabs your arm as you try and walk away and gently tugs you to face him. “Please. Can we talk?” 

You pause, take a deep breath, and then turn to him, eyes still ensuring him that he has your undivided attention. 

With butterflies fluttering in his stomach, he calmly speaks. “I like you.”

Your eyes widen.

“I like you a lot. Since 2nd year-”

“In college?”

“High school.” 

You shudder and tears pool in the corners of your eyes. Instinct takes over Osamu as he pulls you forward with all his weight, throwing you against his chest as he wraps his arms around you. 

“I’m sorry I never told ya,” he whispers to you as he rocks you side to side, your face buried in his chest and your arms tight around his back. 

“I’ve always been so scared of, hurtin ya. You were one of my close friends, and I didn’t wanna mess it up over feelings. I didn’t wanna lose ya.” 

You nuzzle against his chest as he feels you start to shake.

“But when I saw that guy kissin ya one day, I thought… I thought I lost you anyways. I realized I waited too long and that I made a mistake. And then I proceeded to do everythin’ I never wanted to do, I hurt ya and I fucked up our friendship.”

“Osamu, I never wanted him to kiss me.” Your voice cracks. 

“...What?” His eyes go wide with concern and confusion. 

“He kissed me outta the blue. I thought we were just friends but he didn’t see it that way. I was just being myself, though. But right after that I told him there was someone else I liked.” 

Osamu internally hits himself. Maybe he should just ask Atsumu to punch him. How could he be so fuckin’ stupid? 

“I was gonna confess to you after that, but that’s when you dipped on me. I didn’t know what I did, and Homura told me to talk to you and find out for myself- she said it’d be fine if I talked to you, and that I should learn to communicate with you but I… I didn’t reach out. That’s my fault.”

Osamu pulls you closer to him, crushing you as much as he could. It’s his turn to shed a few tears, in frustration and pain. He coulda been with you all this time, but he was being a headass. Maybe Homura should punch him instead. 

“I’m...I’m so so sorry Y/N. I missed ya so much.” He cradles you in his arms, a calming (self-calming) sigh falling through his lips. 

“I’ve missed you too, Samu.”

You two look at each other for a good, long moment before small smiles crawl onto your faces. Osamu pulls you against him once more. 

“Let’s try this again. I wanna get it right this time.”

“Sounds good to me.” You say, sniffles stopping and giggles rising out of your chest. 

He buries his nose into the top of your head drawing in the sweet smell of your shampoo while his hands grab onto your fluffy sweater. 

“So cute! NOW KISS.” You and Osamu jolt out of your hug when Atsumu barks. All Osamu’s (and your) friends had now come to look at you two, smiles all around. 

Akaashi smiles fondly. Suna smiles lazily, and your favorite dumb Black Jackals (Bokuto and Hinata), who were unaware of any history between you two, are now in shock while also smiling like crazy. 

“Get it, Mya-samm!” Bokuto cheers out, causing everyone to erupt into laughter. 

“Wait, wait!” Atsumu runs down the hall, jumps, and then runs right up to his twin. He then proceeds to hold a mistletoe right above yours and Osamu’s head. 

“ I’ve been waitin’ for this shit to happen for Ion even know how many years. No chickenin’ out of it this time.” 

“Wasn’t planning on it, jackass.” 

Osamu’s hands find their way to your cheeks, gently caressing it with his fingers running up and down your jaw. His eyes take their time inspecting every inch of your face, mentally mapping every beautiful feature that adorns you. With the fire hot in his stomach and his lips aching, he pulls your face to meet his, lips gently massaging yours, telling you everything he had said earlier all over again, but this time with his actions. 

He likes you. A lot. For years. And he’s missed you so much. 

He slows the kiss down, taking his time to let you feel his lips against yours. When your hands reach up to hold his face he can’t help but try and pull you closer. 

As he pulls away after a mere 30 seconds, which did indeed feel like forever, his adrenaline is pumping and his smile is uncontrollable. The whooping and hollering slowly starts to die down, not that either of you heard it while so focused on the other. 

Osamu’s eyes find Suna’s. Suna has his camera out, as per usual, but his face has a small smile on it, and he nods to his best friend. With that, he nudges Akaashi and they walk back to to the family room. 

“Alright alright let’s get going boys. We have games that need to be played.” Homura grabs Bokuto and Hinata by the arm and collar (respectively) after giving a look to you. 

In that moment, Atsumu winked at Osamu while doing the ‘okay’ sign with his hands before walking to the room with everyone else. 

It was a signal the two had established way back in high school, when he and Homura started dating. It was their nonverbal sign of permission to the other twin for guaranteed privacy- which was important in a household of shared rooms and shared, well, everything. 

“What now Samu?” You look up at him, tugging him closer now that everyone else was gone. 

“I’m not done with ya just yet.” He smiles down at you, his eyes mischievous. 

You tilt your head in confusion. 

“I’m throwin ya over my shoulder, okay?” 

“Yes but why-” 

With that, Osamu sweeps you off the floor and throws you over his right shoulder easily.

“I messed up for years of my life, and now I have to make up for lost time. I told ya I’m not done with ya just yet.” 

Osamu proceeds to carry you up the stairs, giggles falling from your mouth. 

He’s gonna make sure you know much he really likes you. He’ll shower you in so much love, there won’t be a doubt left in your mind. 

He promises.

Epilogue- the next day

As the Black Jackals all slept like logs in their rooms, the smell of pancakes and coffee filled the air, attracting some of the other guests.

Some of the other boys, Suna, Akaashi, and Osamu, had all slept over, and were the among the first to find their way to the kitchen. 

“Samu, did Y/N get home ok?” Homura asks him while flipping some pancakes at the stove. 

Rubbing his eyes as he approaches her with a cup of coffee in hand, he nods. “Happy n’ safe.” 

“I’m very glad.”

“Homura-chan, I have a question for ya.” 

“Yes?”

“You knew both of our sides of the story from a long time ago. Why did ya never say anythin’? I’m not mad but I’m tryna figure it out.”

She smiles before saying, “It didn’t feel right. I love you both. A lot, obviously. But I think we both know intervening can... make things worse. A lot worse.”

A shared memory flashes through their minds. 

“And on top of that, I don’t think it would’ve solved the real issue both of you had. I wanted y’all to be happy in a relationship, but that meant y’all would have some barriers to cross. Y’all needed to grow before you could work as a couple. So I figured time would do its work.” 

“Although!!” Atsumu’s bright voice cuts in as he marches into the kitchen, wrapping his girlfriend in his arms, “us not telling you they were coming yesterday was 100% planned.” 

“And not telling me about onigiris?”

“Yeah that was intentional. Had to keep ya away from the house long enough.” 

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill ya, Tsumu.” 

A/N: I hope y’all enjoyed! The ambiguity with Suna, Osamu, and Homura was intentional, so stay tuned!!!

[hidden-otaku-stuff]

Universal (Hidden Corner series)

Hidden Corner: A series of fluffy, full-length one-shots detailing the lives of the employees who work at Hidden Corner featuring the various Haikyuu boys.

*Note: All one-shots take place in the same universe with the same characters.

Izanami is the Reader from Recommendations

Word count: 3.8k

Pairing: Time-skip!Osamu x female Baker!reader

Summary: One early morning on his way to work, Osamu walks past a café. The lights are on, and there’s no other sign of life anywhere else. Popping in, he discovers some of the best baked goods he’s ever tasted. But can you really fall in love with someone based on how their food tastes?

AN: Happy birthday Osamu! Yours was the second one-shot I finished of this series, but I held off to post this for your birthday 🥳

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A wide yawn overtook Osamu as he made his way down the street. His hooded grey eyes scanned the horizon. Only a sliver of light had begun to cross the morning sky. He turned down the street, eyebrows furrowed at the sign of an open café. The warm golden light radiated warmth. Glancing at his watch, he nodded to himself. He had time. “Welcome to Hidden Corner!” A voice behind the counter chirped. “I’ll be with you shortly.” Osamu hummed, stepping further into the warmth. His eyes scanned the café. There weren't many people inside. In fact, there was only one other person. A male sat in the corner, his back to Osamu as he hunched over his laptop. “Hey, sorry to keep you waiting!” She entered, placing down a tray of baked goods before giving him a smile. “What can I get for you?”

Osamu sniffed the air, his eyes widening. “Whatever that is, I’d love one.”

She laughed, her eyes sparkling. “This? This is one of our specialty items, a German-influenced bee-sting cake. It goes great with a nice dark roast.” 

Osamu nodded his head eagerly, mouth salivating. “That sounds amazing. I’d love it.” 

“Will you be eating here or to-go?”

He glances at his watch again. “Here,” he decides. He didn’t need to be at the store for another twenty minutes. Osamu takes a seat at the bar, eagerly watching as she slices into the cake, the custard oozing out slightly as the barista lifts it onto a white plate. The barista places it in front of him beside a ceramic mug of dark coffee beside it. 

“Enjoy!” She chirps, before she goes over to check on the other customer. She brings over a mug of coffee as well as an apple square, placing it onto the table and giving the male a forehead kiss before returning to the counter.

Osamu eyed the pastry from the cinnamon almond top to the yellow custard sandwiched between the tan sponge. Carefully slicing it through with a fork, he savours the mouthful. Silver orbs widened, sparkling like a full moon on a cloudless night. “Excuse me?” He looks up at the barista. “But this is amazing.”

The barista grins, wiping down the counter. “Thank you!”    

“Did you make this?”

She shakes her head. “No, our baker actually just left for the day.” 

He hums, taking a sip of the coffee. His eyes roam the glass in front of the bar where there are trays of pastries. “Can I get a box of whatever you recommend?” 

The barista grins, “of course.” She turns her back to him, delicately filling the box. “There you go!” She passes the box over.

“What’s in here?” He pops open the box, eyeing the array of colourful pastries. The sugar-dusted, rose pastry caught his attention the most.

“In there you’ll have a few of our persimmon rose pastries, two guava pastelillos - or guava and cheese strudels, and miniature mango and dragon-fruit fruit tarts.” 

Osamu licks his lips. “That sounds incredible.”

“Enjoy!”  

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“Back for more?” The barista teases, greeting Osamu as she wipes down the counter. He catches her name-tag this time. Izanami. Owner.  

He nods, breathing in the comforting scent of coffee beans. “Those pastries were so good.” Osamu scans the glass offerings one more, his eyebrows raising at the sight of the various mason jars and shot-glasses. “What are those for?”

Izanami glances over. “Oh!” She grins. “We’ve been trying to become more environmentally-friendly, which is why we started offering discounts whenever someone brings in their own mugs and stuff. But (Name) had a brilliant idea of using mason jars and these cute engraved shot-glasses for our cakes and stuff.” Izanami holds an empty one up, handing it to Osamu to examine. “They’re oven-safe provided that there aren’t any sudden temperature changes, and if they use it in-store, we can take it to the back to wash and use for the next time. Or, if they take it home and bring it back, we can either give them a discount.” She hums, examining another mason jar. “Plus they’re cute advertisements if they keep it anyways.”  

Osamu hums, “that’s a really good idea.” He shuffles his feet slightly, keeping his focus on the glass as pink dusts his cheek. “Is (Name) the baker?” 

By Izanami’s light-hearted chuckle, he hadn’t been as sly as he’d hoped. “Yes, she is.” 

Osamu clears his throat. “So! What options do you have for the shooters?” 

The owner leans against the counter, looking down at them. “We have a taster pack where you can get one each for a total of six different ones or do a custom pack of six. Of course, you could buy them individually as well.” She smirks slightly. “If you bring back twelve glasses, then we’ll throw in a free cake and coffee the next time you come in.” 

“Deal.” He grins. “I’ll take one of the taster packs for now.” He scans the drink menu. “And another dark roast, to-go please.”

“Make sure to bring your own thermos if you want a discount,” Izanami chuckles once more as she packages his treats. “Come again soon!” She sings, waving as he makes his way out the door.

*****

“Hey ‘Kaashi! Haven’t seen you in a minute,” Osamu greets from behind the counter, looking up as Akaashi enters Onigiri Miya.

“Hey Myaa-sam,” Akaashi grins. “I’ve been busy working and haven’t had a chance. Someone else usually comes to pick it up for me though.” 

Osamu nods before turning back to his ingredients. “Your usual then?”

“Surprise me.” 

Akaashi takes a seat at the bar, watching as Osamu moves around behind the glass. Gunmetal blue eyes sparkled mischievously. “That’s quite a few glasses you’ve collected.”

“Hmm?” Osamu glances at his friend, following his eyes to the assorted shot-glasses that sat next to the cash register. They were mostly hidden from customers except for where Akaashi was sitting. “Oh yeah. I really enjoy their pastries.”

Akaashi nods, leaning on his hand. “My girlfriend owns the cafe, I am there quite often.” 

“I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” Osamu carefully shapes the onigiri for Akaashi who hums in response. Izanami pops into Osamu’s mind. “I make it a habit to go there in the mornings before I open up shop. Can’t imagine going anywhere else for breakfast if I’m being honest.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah! Their pastries are always perfectly made and are pretty unique. Haven’t seen them in any other cafes. And I love how environmentally-friendly they are, ya know?” Osamu’s eyes sparkled as he thought about the small cafe. 

Akaashi hides the small smirk behind his sleeve before clearing his throat. “You know they’re open 24 hours right?”

Osamu nods, wrapping the rice-ball. “Might stop by after I close up. I have to turn in the shot-glasses.” 

“Right, for the free cake and coffee?” Akaashi’s eyes glinted as he took his food, paying Osamu. “I’m sure you’ll have a nice time later, Myaa-sam.” 

“Thanks?”

“See you later, Myaa-sam!”  

****

“So, which of the shooters did you like the best?” Izanami asks as Osamu enters the cafe later that evening. Instead of being behind the counter this time, she’s sitting at the bar, going over some paperwork. 

“I think I’m a big fan of the raspberry chocolate one,” Osamu replied, mouth salivating as he reminisced. “The chocolate and raspberry was perfectly balanced and complemented each other.” He thought back to the other ones he tried. “Though the strawberry fool was really good too.” Osamu hummed, eyes shutting. “And the tiramisu,” he added. He tapped his chin for a second. “And the key lime.”

Izanami stifled a snort. “Hear that (Name)? He liked all of the shooters.”

Osamu’s head snapped up as you appeared from behind the counter, flour dusted on your cheek. “Well I’m glad to know that someone here appreciates my baking!”

“Hey, if I didn’t appreciate it, I wouldn’t let you have free-rein of the menu,” Izanami chided before looking back at Osamu. “This is (Name), our resident baker.” 

You waved at him from behind the counter before your (e/c) eyes widened, pointing at him. “You own Onigiri Miya!”

Osamu’s ears turned pink, realising exactly who the baker was. He swallows thickly. “That’s right.” 

Your eyes sparkle as you nod eagerly, facing your boss. “Iza! He owns the onigiri shop that ‘Kaashi and I go to!” 

“Oh really? That’s really nice,” Izanami smiles. “Speaking of, Yuuji should already be clocked in. I’m going to go check on him. Man the front for me, won’t you?” Osamu didn’t miss the wink that Izanami sent to (Name). He could feel the heat that crept through him now. 

“Whatever you need, boss-lady!” You chirped, waving Izanami off as she disappeared into the back. You turn back to Osamu, offering him a blinding smile. “What can I do for you, Miya-san?” 

Osamu shook his head, a pink dust settling on his cheeks, “you can just call me Osamu if you’d like.” 

If it was even possible, your smile got brighter. “Sure thing, Osamu! You can call me (Name).” You glance back down to the tray of pastries you had been spooning strawberry compote into. “Wanna taste-test something for me?”

Osamu’s eyes widened as he nodded fervently. “I’m always down to taste-test. What is it?”

You quickly pipe some yellow cream on top of the strawberry compote, sprinkled some demerara sugar on it and used a blowtorch to brulee the sugar. He watches with amazement at your fluid motions. Turning back to him, you place the completed pastry onto a clean white plate. “This is puits d’amour, or ‘wells of love’ in French. It’s mostly just strawberries, raspberries, and vanilla cream. Will you try it for me? I was thinking about adding it to the menu or maybe even just for a Valentine’s special.” 

Osamu picks it up gingerly, taking in the sweet smell of the pastry. As he bites down, his eyes shut. “This is so good,” he mumbled as he crammed the last piece into his mouth. You stifle a giggle, taking a napkin out and handing it to him.

“You got a little something there,” you tap on your chin before pouring a dark roast for him. 

He flushes brighter, taking the napkin and wiping away at the mess. He sips the dark roast, letting the dark flavor complement the abundance of sweet that bathed his tongue. “That was seriously good,” he grinned as he placed the empty cup down. “I would definitely buy that if it was offered on the menu.” 

Your eyes lit up. “Really?!” 

He nods eagerly. “Absolutely. Though that would definitely be cute for a special like Date Night or Valentine’s Day.” 

You hum, tapping your chin as you gaze back at the tray. “Maybe I’ll debut it for a holiday, get the couples coming in. And depending on how well they sell, maybe offer it more regularly.” You move to prepare a few more, packaging it up and turning back to him. “Here.”

Osamu raised an eyebrow, looking between the box and you. “What’s this for?”

“You seemed to really enjoy it. Maybe you could bring it to some of your friends or something and let me know what they think? Or finish it all! Whatever works.” You smile sheepishly. “Anything for a return customer, like Iza would say.” 

Osamu chuckles, raising the bag he had. “I was supposed to turn in these shot-glasses and redeem my free cake.”  

You sit on the stool behind the counter, spinning slightly. “You can always redeem it now if you’d like. I can prepare a custom-order for whatever cake or pastries you’d like.”

He hums, glancing at the display. Most of the pastries had sold out by now. “Surprise me,” he replies finally. “Come by the shop sometime soon. I need another taste-tester if you’re down.”  

Grinning, you nod eagerly. “Sounds like a great time.” 

****

“Hello, Myaa-sam,” Akaashi greets as the door to Onigiri Miya swings open. 

Osamu looks up, eyes narrowed as he jabs a finger at Akaashi, a grain of rice flying into the editor’s direction. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?” Akaashi asks, blinking innocently at the restaurant owner. It would have worked if not for the small quirk of his lips. 

Osamu rolled his eyes, turning back to his rice as his ears glowed red. “Is she the one who’s been pickin’ up your orders for ya?”

Akaashi hummed, slipping into his usual stool before sipping on his thermos. “Perhaps.” 

Osamu scowled. “Are you tryin’ to set me up or somethin’?”

The other male only laughed. “Not at all.” Akaashi admits, his fingers twisting. “But (Name) is a sweet girl, isn’t she?” 

“Did you know her when she came in that one time?” 

“Um, excuse me?” 

Osamu jumped, whirling around to face you as his head crashed into the counter - hissing in pain. He cleared his throat, cheeks reddening. “Yes, hey, how can I help you?”

You stifle a chuckle. “I heard that this place has some of the best onigiri around. Think I can get some?”

“Of course, what’ll you have?”

“Three of your best!” You hum, scanning the menu. “Though include an unagi one, please. With furikake seasoning on the outside.” 

“Sounds good.” Osamu turned around, moving towards the counter only to trip over a bag of rice and stumble into the counter. His forehead smacked into the steel counter as his knees buckled. Osamu bit his lip to swallow back the groan, tears welling up in his eyes.

You snorted, biting your lip to hide your laughter. Unfortunately, the attempt was unsuccessful. “A-are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” He grinned, turning so that his back was to you as he squeezed his eyes shut tightly and clenched his fists. Both his head and foot hurt. A lot. Osamu let out a sigh, moving to make the onigiri for you. “Here you go. Hope you enjoy it.”

“I’m sure I will. I’ll definitely be back for more,” you grin, taking the box. “Bye!” You wave as you walk out of the door. Osamu sighed, rubbing his forehead with the heel of his palm. 

“That went well, Myaa-sam. Very coordinated.” 

Osamu glared at the editor who was perched at the counter. “Shut up ‘Kaashi.”

“Not at all,” Akaashi replied. “That was actually her first day at the cafe. I met her there later when I picked up ‘Nami.” 

Heat crept up Osamu’s neck. “Well thanks for the warning!” 

“Did you have a nice time though?”

Osamu pouted, turning his back to Akaashi as he molded the onigiri. “..Yes.” 

*****

“Iza says you come to the cafe every day?” Osamu jumps, looking up to find you perched at the counter in Akaashi’s usual seat. It had been a few days since you’d both officially met at the cafe. He flushes, before nodding. You beam up at him. “Great! What do you normally get and what have you liked the best so far?” In front of you was a journal, an abundance of sticky notes sticking out. 

Osamu tries to focus on the fillings in front of him, fighting off the heat that crept up through him. He had invited you to stop by, after all. “I usually just get whatever she recommends to me,” he says finally. 

You pout, pen tapping on the pages. “That’s not helpful!” 

He chuckles, nodding. He hated when Atsumu and his other friends gave him empty compliments in terms of his cooking. “Let’s see...I’ve tried the chocolate dipped sesame cookie. That was definitely an interesting one. I liked how that paired with the dark roast.”

Humming, you jot that down. “Maybe we should do a pairing menu,” you muse to yourself. “Like how fancy restaurants do with their wines.” 

“That’d be a good idea,” he comments, focusing on molding the onigiri. “I’m sure you get a lot of customers who don’t know what pairs well together in terms of coffee and cakes.”

Shrugging, you grin as you say, “Iza’s normally really good at convincing people to make the ‘correct’ choices.” You let out a soft giggle. Osamu nods, chuckling as he remembers the stories that Akaashi had told him about how he’d met his own girlfriend. You flit through your journal; Osamu can see photos of the pastries flashing by. “What else have you tried?”

He cleared his throat, thinking back. “I really enjoyed the beehive cake! That was the first thing I tried.” Osamu packages the onigiri he had been working on, calling the order number and handing it to his customer. “What type of onigiri do you want?”

You wave a hand, still looking at your book, “whatever you’ll have me try.”

 He grins, “your wish is my command, princess.”

Your head snaps up, heat creeping through your body. Clearing your throat, you avert your eyes. “So, pastries?”

Osamu nods, turning away to subtly hide his own blush. “The beehive cake was really good. I enjoyed how the almond and cinnamon complemented the custard, and how the dark roast Izanami gave me tasted along with it.” Humming, you jot down more notes. “You don’t do a lot of Japanese pastries, do you?”

You shrug, chewing on your pen-cap. “It’s not that I don’t do Japanese pastries, I just feel like European pastries can be difficult to find and they’re all so interesting not to try and make it.” You light up, picking up a box. “Speaking of which, I brought you something.”

Osamu glances over, placing down onigiri he had just finished for you. “What is it?” 

Opening up the box, you reveal powdered donuts. “These are beignets,” you explain. “You can eat these with fruit toppings,” you pulled out a mason jar of a raspberry-strawberry compote, “or chocolate. Or condensed milk. Or really any combination!” Two more mason jars were pulled out with the condensed milk and melted dark chocolate. He could still see the steam on the pastries. 

“You sure know how to spoil a guy,” he teases, putting the plate of the onigiri in front of you so you could taste. He slips into the seat to the left of you, silver eyes scanning the offerings. “What coffee goes best with this?”

 “Café au lait!” You perk up, pulling out a thermos. Osamu grabs two cups, letting you pour the coffee into the cups. 

Osamu plucks one of the beignets up, eating it plain. “So what type of pastries are these?” He asks, his cheeks bulging. You giggle, offering him a napkin to brush off the excess powdered that clung to his cheeks. 

“They’re French-influenced, but originate in New Orleans.” 

“New Orleans?” 

“It’s in the states.” 

“Ah.” He finishes it, sipping the coffee. Osamu takes out some plates, letting you decorate the other beignets for him to try. He watches as you gently spoon the compote over a beignet, drizzling a bit of the chocolate on top. “What inspired you to make these?”

“Princess and the Frog.”

He glanced at you with an incredulous look on his face. “The Disney movie?”

You nod, glancing up at him before going back to your beignets. “I love Disney movies, and I really like her character arc in that one.” This time, you were drizzling the melted chocolate and condensed milk over another beignet. You push them towards him, grinning as you wait for him to try it.

Osamu pushes the onigiri towards you. You both simultaneously take a bite out of your respective foods. Your eyes widen as you look up at Osamu. His heart skipped a beat at your excited expression. “I really like this filling! What is it?”

“It’s a tsukudani filling. I simmered some pork and seaweed into a mixture of mirin and soy sauce to make it.” 

Humming appreciatively, you quickly cram the rest of the onigiri into your mouth. “I definitely need to come here before each of my shifts,” you mumble. “This is so filling.” 

Osamu finishes the fruity beignet, trying a bit of the chocolate one. “Of the ones with extras, I think I like the fruit one the best,” he comments, sipping the coffee. “But both are super good.” 

“What makes it better?”

“I think it’s just the flavours. The dough is nice and fluffy, and takes the flavours well. The condensed milk is a little too sweet for me even with the dark chocolate, but the tartness of the raspberry balances out the sweetness of the strawberry and the coffee.” He smacks his lips thoughtfully. “Only change I could think of is maybe adding the dark chocolate so there’s a bit more of that bitterness to balance it out.”

“That makes sense,” you nod as you jot down his comments.

He turns towards you, leaning on his left hand. The plates of taste-testing were spread out in front of you, and the coffee cups sat in between both of you. His right hand rests on the table, drumming slightly. “What made you want to bake?”

“I just love sharing my food with people,” you admit softly. “I don’t really care to make sales. I just want to see people’s faces change when they try something I’ve created or change their moods, y’know?” You look at the box of beignets that you had brought over. “After all, food is a universal language.”

Osamu hummed, nodding. “I feel the same way.” He sips at the coffee you’d brought over. “I used to be a big volleyball guy. My twin is actually a pro right now.” 

“Atsumu right?” You ask, eyes raising to meet silver.

Osamu nods, nose wrinkled slightly, “yeah him. He wanted us to take the volleyball world by storm. Volleyball was fun and all, but that wasn’t where my passion was. I would’ve been eaten alive if I even tried,” Osamu snorted. “But food, that’s where I knew I could thrive. I love seeing people come in and trying my food, how their faces light up at the first bite. That makes me so happy, y’know?”

“Believe me, I know.” Tentatively, your hand reaches out to grasp his wrist. He looked down between your hands, releasing the coffee cup to slot his fingers between yours. 

You both sit in silence a moment longer, enjoying each other’s presence. Feeling less alone now that you’ve found someone that felt the same way you did. “I should go. My shift starts soon.” As you make a move to stand, Osamu squeezes your hand causing you to freeze in place.

Osamu glances up at you. “Come over to my place sometime.”

You turn, looking down at him with a bemused expression on your face. “Why’s that?”

“I’ll make you dinner,” he proposes, grinning. 

You tap on your chin, contemplatively. “Only if you let me make dessert.”

“Deal.”

*****

AN: Happy birthday Osamu! idk why but I find it so much easier to write for Osamu than for Atsumu 🤷‍♀️ and yes, that was Akaashi in the beginning scene! 

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[fencer-x]

VOLUME 6 IS HERE AND IT IS GOOD.

So, let’s get right to the best stuff: the new content! I’ll discuss the content under a spoiler cut for those of you who want to stay unsullied!

The volume extra content:

There’s a longer SasaMyaa extra few pages and a short KagiHira one. The SasaMyaa one (set post-get-together) has Sasaki asking for a sequel to a manga volume he borrowed before, but Miyano is reluctantly to lend it to him at school because it’s essentially mostly explicit porn. He therefore invites Sasaki to his home....

YES, SASAKI IS IN MIYANO’S BEDROOM. AND MORE SO: ON MIYANO’S BED.

BEHOLD. SASAKI SITTING ON MIYANO’S BED, MARVELING AT HOW THERE’S PORN EVERY 5 PAGES IN THE BOOK (and still wanting to read it at school, to Miyano’s dismay). This would be bad enough, except he’s flipping through the book and sees something that strikes him...

[book: “This is the sort of thing lovers do together, right?”]

Sasaki: /...I’m lovers with Myaa-chan now.../ “Myaa-chan, you’re my boyfriend now, right?” (note: he uses the gender-neutral ‘koibito’ in the top middle panel and the gendered ‘kareshi’ in the main middle panel)

Miyano: “I guess...I am?”

[and I don’t have a snapshot of it, but in the next page, Sasaki is very very happy with this response and adds: “And I’m Myaa-chan’s boyfriend.” THERE YOU HAVE IT. LABELS APPLIED.]

The interaction then devolves into Miyano realizing that Sasaki often covers his mouth, and that he does this to hide goofy smiles when he’s just really really happy, and begging Sasaki to let him see more of that because he thinks it’s adorable and it makes him happy too.

THESE TWO.

The KagiHira one involves Hirano coming back to their room late, mistaking Kagi’s bed for his own, and accidentally sleeping with Kagi, who is so flustered he can’t sleep a wink but doesn’t have the heart to kick Hirano out of his bed. THE FOOL. THE ABSOLUTE FOOL.

The roommates AU:

Let me just start off with this:

When trying to decide what to call each other, Sasaki expresses distaste for ‘Sasaki-san’ (traditional name) because it’s what people call his sister, so Miyano immediately goes for “Shuumei-san”.

Sasaki is good with that, except no one really uses ‘-san’ at school, so Sasaki-sempai it is. WE WERE SO CLOSE. 

The rest of the AU is mostly Sasaki learning about Miyano’s tastes in manga, and the two begin to bond over BL while Sasaki realizes he’s falling in love with Miyano. It’s akin to Volume 1, mostly! Very cute though. Especially Sasaki being reminded anew each time he sees Miyano shirtless that this is indeed a boy.

We’ll have scans up ASAP! Look forward to it!

[borrelia]

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[ohagialpaca]

Misumi x Reader • The Thing About Cats

Note : (C/N) - Cat Name

(Y/N)'s POV:

Nyaaa~

"Really? Is that true?" He cooed to the calico on the cement pavement. "Thanks, 'k!" He waved goodbye to the feline, smiling cutely.

"Misumi-kun, you can understand animals?" I ask, holding the bag of fresh vegetables and fruit In my hands.

"Yeah (y/n)-chan, there cute right?" He said grinning ear to ear. "Their ears are triangle shaped~." You giggle at his silliness. Omi ask you two to go to the supermarket down the street to buy some supplies for the company, since not only was it on sale it was a limited-timed sale. Knowing Misumi, he had to take a "shortcut". It only meant running through busy streets and climbing through trees and houses. Your were able to stop him before he ran on someone's roof. Somehow, you both were able to arrive in time and purchase the food.

"Say (y/n)-chan, don't you have a cat?" Misumi ask you. "I would really like to meet it~" Your quite surprised by his sudden request. You looked around in your surroundings. It was getting quite dark, but it was still early afternoon.

My apartment isn't to far from here...maybe we go for a quick second...

"We can pay for a quick visit if  we hurry!" You say to the blue-haired male. "But let's hurry though!"

"Yay! (y/n)'s apartment!" He cheered. "(y/n)'s apartment!" Quick as he is, he ran. But not ordinary. He scooped you up into his hand with one hand holding your shoulders in one hand while the other holding your legs, rather as known as the famous "bridal carry".

"H-Hey, Misumi-kun?!?" You stuttered, "This might be d-dangerous, you might get hurt..."

"It's okay, I'll be fine ehehe~" He said, giving you a closed eyed smile. Looking at his face, he always wore a gentle yet happy smile that always brighten up they day. My cheeks warmed up, and blushed a pink tint on my cheeks.

His smile...

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TimeSkip: (Y/N)'s POV:

"We're here!" I say, as I open the door to my small apartment. I relax at the smell of my home. The apartment might have been a little tiny, but it was cozy and warm.

"Ooh, so this is (y/n)'s apartment~" cooed Misumi, bouncing place to place to look around the room. "Wow! (y/n)-chan has a triangular shaped table!" He exclaims, observing the dinning the table. You can but smile at his immaturely. He was like a little kid.

Meow~

"Ooh! (C/N)! There you are you silly little thing..." You say as the kitten approached you. "Look who came to visit you!"

"Your name is (C/N) huh?" Misumi said to the (C/C) kitten. "You cause a lot of trouble for (y/n)-chan don't ya?" He asked, holding (C/N). "Ah! I know! Since you cant apologize properly 'cause your a cat, tell me and I'll tell (y/n)-chan!" He proposes, and smiles.

Nyaaa~ Myaa~

"Okay...If you say so~" Misumi placed the little feline down and walked towards you. You were waiting for an answer, but misumi just kept walking closer.

"Ehh?!? Misumi-san..." You ask as he approaches you closely. "What did-" You get cut off but a soft, yet fast slam on your lips. Misumi lips met yours. His lips were soft, yet gentle. He puts his hand on your shoulder while the other caressed your cheek. You both pull apart for air afterwards.

"(C/N) said to apologize to you from all the hard work you do for it~" Misumi explained. "He/She to me to kiss you (y/n)-chan~" He blushed at the sudden words he spoke to you.

"Err...Misumi..." You started, "...did He/She really say that?" You stared at the floor, embarrassed at the sudden physical contact.

No answer.

"Come on (y/n)-chan, lets head back~" The triangle lover said. "Everyone is waiting for us to make delicious onigiri!"

He dodged the question...

"Wait Misumi! Please answer the question!" You call out, closing the door behind you, trying to catch up to him.

"Ehehehe~"

"Wait up!" You shout, "Answer my question!!!"

Wattpad Link: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/237035708/write/937937960

[tenma-udai]

GABS THE NEW CHAPTERRRRRR

I'VE BEEN IN TEARS FOR DAYS

LITERALLY AKAASHI IS BACK AND HE WAS A DEFINITELY A LITERATURE MAJOR WHICH IS SO!!! CUTE!!! ALL HIS OVERLY DRAMATIC LINES ARE HIS INNER POET COMING OUT 😭😭🥰🥰

and just.... SO many bokuaka crumbs... akaashi taking a two hour train ride to come to bokuto's game... akaashi thinking "myaa-sam" when he sees osamu when only bokuto calls osamu that... bokuaka saying the exact same line at the exact same time--

plus if akaashi knows there isn't a tokyo branch for Onigri Miya he's probably been to games in Tokyo lately, and if he knows Onigri Miya has sold out before he's probably made this trip before to come to games in the past.... what I'm saying is bokuaka RIGHTS

[kusuguricafe]

Did I get it right?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I had a lot of fun with this one

Summary: Miyano encounters a tickle scene in his manga, while Sasaki is sitting just inches away. What will he do!?

Characters: lee!Miyano, ler!Sasaki

Sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch in their shared apartment, Sasaki and Miyano were having a relaxing afternoon together. Well, Sasaki was, at least. He was absorbed in a video game on his Switch while Miyano was buried in the latest volume of a BL manga he had just purchased earlier that day. Unbeknownst to Miyano, there was a tickle scene in said volume, and a lengthy one at that.

Oh God, it’s never this long! I’m not blushing, am I?? Miyano thought. Surely Sasaki won’t notice. Miyano turned to sneak a peek at his boyfriend from behind his manga. Sasaki was still focused on his game.

Miyano was itching to tell Sasaki. He had been ever since they had become more comfortable with touching each other. It wasn’t that weird, was it? Was it?? He didn’t know. He didn’t care. All he knew was he had to say something, and he had to do it fast, or he didn’t know what he was gonna do.

I feel like I’m going crazy, Miyano thought. This is ridiculous. What is wrong with me? Why do I want him to ti—

“Something wrong, Myaa-chan?”

So badly. I want it so badly.

“Myaa-chan?” Sasaki lightly stroked Miyano’s hair. In doing so, he accidentally brushed his fingers up against the shell of Miyano’s ear.

“waAAH!” Miyano yelped as his manga fell to the floor. He quickly covered his ear with his hand.

“Oh! I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you like that.”

Miyano’s eyes locked with Sasaki’s. Mouth agape, Miyano couldn’t look away. He felt like he was frozen in place.

“Pfft, ahaha! S-sorry, sorry, your, your face is just-haha! You’re so cute!” Sasaki giggled.

Miyano blinked. Sasaki patted Miyano’s head gently and ruffled his hair. This seemed to snap him out of it.

“H-hey!” Miyano said, grabbing Sasaki’s wrist.

Sasaki smiled at him. “Were you so engrossed in that BL manga that you couldn’t be bothered to answer your boyfriend? Hmm?” Sasaki asked. He reached down with his free hand to pick up the manga that had landed face down, still open to the page Miyano had been on.

“Ah! D-d-don’t!!” Miyano cried, but it was too late.

Sasaki read the panels as Miyano desperately swatted at the manga with the hand that wasn’t already holding one of Sasaki’s hands back. Curse Sasaki’s long arms!

“So, this is what was ruffling your feathers, huh?” Sasaki asked, turning the manga to face Miyano.

“Stahahaaaap!” Miyano squeezed his eyes shut. “Don’t make me see it again!”

“Does it make you uncomfortable?”

“N-no…” Miyano opened one eye. Sasaki had put the manga down on the coffee table. Miyano sighed and opened both eyes again. “It’s not that.”

“What is it, then?” Sasaki put his Switch down on the table as well.

Miyano let go of Sasaki’s wrist he realized he was still holding. “I, I don’t know how to tell you this.”

“What, do you like being tickled or something?” Sasaki smirked.

Miyano gawked at him. “How, how did you…?”

“Did I get it right?”

What do I do?? Miyano thought as he frantically looked around, trying to come up with any excuse to get out of this. “U-um, I, uhh… You wouldn’t think it’s weird… would you?”

“Of course not! I think it’s adorable.”

“Adorable!? Wh-what are you saying??”

Without another word, Sasaki swiftly grabbed hold of Miyano’s wrists, lifted them up over his head and pinned him down to the couch.

“I’m saying~” Sasaki said, as Miyano looked up at him with a mixture of elation and dread, “I wanna tickle you. Will you let me?” Sasaki lifted one of his hands and wiggled his fingers at Miyano.

“Y-you— I— Are you joking??”

“Does this look like a joke to you?”

“whahAAAAHAHAHA nOhoHOHOHOO!!” Miyano screamed as Sasaki vibrated his fingers against his ribcage.

Sasaki paused for a moment, readjusting himself so he was properly stradling Miyano’s lap. He let go of Miyano’s wrists. Miyano was blushing like crazy.

“Sooo… is this okay?” Sasaki wiggled his fingers again.

Miyano blinked. He looked to the side. He looked back at Sasaki. He realized the position he was in. He covered his face with his hands. He peeked through his fingers. Flustered by Sasaki’s gaze, he squeezed his eyes shut and balled his fists.

“Mya-chaaan~?”

…He slowly nodded.

“Yes! Here it comes~”

Miyano puffed his cheeks. He will be ready this time. Surely he could handle—

“PFFTAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Oh my gosh, you’re really ticklish!” That’s so cute, Sasaki awed.

Sasaki switched from drilling his thumbs into Miyano’s ribs to kneading his hips to squeezing the tops of his thighs, making Miyano’s laughter raise an octave.

“You’re not even trying to get away! You must really like this, huh?”

“STAHAHAHAHAAAP! AHAHAHAHAHAAHAAAAAA! NAHAHAHA PLEEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHA!!”

“Stop the tickling? Or stop the teasing?”

“THE TEHEHEHEHEEYAAHAHA! THE TEHEHEASING!!”

“Aww, but Mya-chaan, I’m having so much fun! Aren’t you?”

Miyano nodded briefly, laughing as loud as ever.

“Where are you the most tickle tickle ticklish~?” Sasaki asked, emphasizing his words with prods and pokes.

Miyano frantically waved his hands back and forth in response.

“Not telling? Guess I’ll just have to find out for myself~”

Sasaki tried skittering his fingers up along Miyano’s sides and tummy, which didn’t get much of a reaction in comparison to the other spots he had already tried. He fluttered his fingers against his ears, making Miyano squeak and snort (cute). He even managed to sneak his hands up into Miyano’s armpits. Still no dice.

So, Sasaki started to trail his fingers all over every inch of Miyano’s skin he could reach, trying to gauge his reactions. Miyano squirmed with varying degrees of fervor as Sasaki lightly traced from his head, to his torso, his arms, his legs, all the way down to—

“EEEP!!”

“Oh?” Sasaki grinned as he began to slip off Miyano’s socks.

“W-w-wahahait—nahAHAHAHAT THEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!!!”

“Gotcha!”

“SAHAHAASAKI! PLEHEHEHEHEEAAASE!! Oh my GOD NO NAAAAAHAHAT UNDER MY TOHOHOES!! PLEASE I-I CAHAHAHAN’T TAHAHAHAKE IT!!!”

Sasaki was holding Miyano’s feet in a headlock, scribbling furiously up and down his soles, paying special attention to the balls of his feet and under his toes. Tears began to stream down Miyano’s cheeks.

“YOU’RE GOING TO KIHIHIHILL MEHEHEHEHE!!”

Not wanting to push Miyano too far, Sasaki let go of Miyano’s feet. “Oh my gosh, I’m sorry, I-I don’t know what came over me! Y-you were just so cute, your laugh is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and—” Miyano put a hand over Sasaki’s mouth.

“Stahap, *pant* just, just stahahap…” Miyano was bright red, but he didn’t look upset. Not in the slightest. “You’re going to kill me for real.” He wiped a tear from his eye. “You can’t just say stuff like that!”

Sasaki put his hand on top of Miyano’s and pulled it away from his mouth. “I knew my teasing got to you, but I didn’t know it got to you that much. My compliments, too?”

Miyano nodded. He looked to the side. “You’re just so nice to me… I hardly know how to react.”

The two stayed silent for a moment. Sasaki began stroking Miyano’s hair. They both smiled.

“Thank you…” Miyano said.

“For what, tickling you?”

“No! Well… yes. For everything.”

“Aw, of course. I’m so happy to be with you.”

Miyano finally sat up and pulled Sasaki in for a hug.

“I am too.”

[monstrsball]

thinking about how akaashi and bokuto both call osamu myaa-sam like wtf that’s so cute???