#will omi actually call him without it though

[flyingwargle]

sakuatsu week day 6: paranormal / supernatural

atsumu is sitting on the engawa, staring at the clouds, when a harsh foot hits his side and shoves him to the ground. "ow!" he glares at his assailant. "what the hell, 'samu?"

"yer gonna make inari-sama cry with yer language." his brother is holding a broom, gray-tipped tail flickering in annoyance. "get outta the way, i'm tryna clean."

grumbling, he adjusts his kimono and moves aside for osamu to continue sweeping. their days are idyllic like this, endlessly peaceful with the occasional spat caused by the youkai living in the area. recently, a pair of youkai have moved in from the next town over, after their home was destroyed, and their days have become increasingly more entertaining, especially with a certain dark-haired, brooding kama itachi around.

"ya got that look on yer face. what dumb shit are ya thinkin' 'bout?"

"watch it. inari-sama can't cry 'bout both o' us." atsumu looks to the sky. "i was wonderin' if i should do somethin' fer omi."

osamu stops his sweeping. "why?"

"just ta make 'im feel welcomed! motoya comes by more often than he does, so i thought it's 'cause he don't like us, or he's scared o' us." as inarizaki's guardians, their shrine is open to all youkai, either as a sanctuary or to hang around. suna does that often enough.

"yet not romantic at all. i bet ya'd give 'im a knife or somethin'."

"he got his own weapons.” atsumu’s ear twitches. “although...we do got some cool knives…"

"i was kiddin'. don't give 'im a knife."

atsumu frowns at him. "then what should i do?"

his twin hums contemplatively, broom grazing the wooden floorboards. "tooru said those spring lilies are in season. ya could bring 'im there. it's on a cliff, so it looks pretty."

"an' how did ya learn 'bout that, dear brother? did someone take ya?" atsumu wiggles his eyebrows suggestively. "someone like sunarin?"

"shaddup, or i'm gonna whack ya." osamu brandishes his broom, and atsumu jumps away with a laugh, turning his back.

"i'm gonna find omi!"

his brother shouts after him, but he can't hear him as he transforms in a puff of smoke, shifting into his fox form. with light feet, he bounds across the shrine grounds, down the stone steps, and through the forest.

many youkai live in the surrounding area under their watch, or the western forest under suna's, or the southern forest under daishou's. the itachi settled wherever that kiyoomi deemed clean, which happened to be the trees around the shrine.

he pads through the undergrowth until he finds their home, a sturdy oak tree. atsumu climbs the trunk and eventually finds kiyoomi in his humanoid form, a beautiful young man with dark curls, two moles over his eye, wearing a yellow and green kimono. he looks up from his book, eyes widening. "atsumu-sama." reverence makes his words rushed. "why are you-"

atsumu flicks his ear, then transforms into his own humanoid form. "c'mon, omi, i told ya ta drop the honorific. whatcha readin'?"

"i don't wish for inari-sama to smite me for disrespecting her guardians." he shows him his book. "it's a travelogue from a youkai in the karasuno crow pack. i yearn to travel as widely as they have."

"don't itachi travel 'round?"

“a bit. we’re often in threes, so it isn’t safe for us right now. motoya has been looking for a third to join us before we can travel.”

"oh." atsumu's voice drops. "does that mean ya'll leave afterwards?"

kiyoomi hesitates. “we may , but the forest is our home. we haven’t been here for long, but the hospitality we’ve received is…touching.”

"that's good. 'samu an' i do our best." atsumu smiles at him. "there's someplace that i wanna take ya, if yer free. how ‘bout it?”

“where?”

“the other side o’ the mountain! close ta tooru an’ his gang, if ya met ‘em before.”

“that’s rather far.”

atsumu grins. “not fer me!” he leaps from the branch and into the air, enveloped in another puff of smoke as he transforms into his true kitsune form, an elegant, white-furred creature with golden eyes, five tails tipped with gold. he hovers beside the tree, head lowered for kiyoomi. “climb on. i’ll get us there.”

he receives a bewildered look in exchange. “are you…is this all right? for me to…”

“i’m offerin’, aren’t i? ‘course it’s all right!” amusement rumbles deep in his voice. “behold the true power o’ atsumu-sama!”

after another moment’s hesitation, kiyoomi pockets his book and carefully jumps on, hands splayed gently across his scruff. atsumu takes off, trees rustling behind them.

he soars through the sky, reaches the next mountain in a matter of minutes. his eyes scan the mountainside for the spring lilies, spotting a patch of white. he starts his descent. “get ready ta jump!”

“hah?”

atsumu transforms again, and his humanoid form freefalls through the air before landing in the clearing. kiyoomi yelps after him, landing in his arms with a grunt. atsumu throws his head back with a laugh, a chortle that echoes around them. “ain’t it pretty?” he asks, jerking his chin toward the flowers.

the spring lilies create a blanket of white through the grass, waltzing with the wind. coupled with the fresh air and pure silence, it’s like they’ve been transported into their own world.

“atsumu-sama.” kiyoomi’s voice is hesitant. “you can put me down.”

oh. “oh!” atsumu quickly lowers him to the ground. kiyoomi straightens his kimono and takes in the view. “tooru loves flowers, so ya can find these patches ‘round his territory. we get together fer drinkin’ parties a lot in the spring, like how humans have hanami. hey, let’s come back with drinks – we can bring motoya an’ samu, an’ maybe sunarin would wanna come–“

“or,” kiyoomi cuts in gently, “we can enjoy the view for ourselves.” he moves forward, leaving him behind.

“yes. yes, we definitely can,” atsumu mumbles to himself, hurrying after him.

they find a rock to climb to the top and admire the sea of white. atsumu watches kiyoomi, admires the way his eyes widen at the flowers, the tiny smile that softens his expression. he could watch him forever, he realizes.

“if ya ever travel ‘round,” he ventures slowly, “i hope ya won’t forget all the sights that inarizaki has.”

“of course not. i won’t forget them in a hurry.” kiyoomi turns to him, unspoken words hanging between them. “thank you, atsumu-sama.”

“atsumu. please, omi.”

“fine. thank you, atsumu.”

he smiles. “here’s ta more sights ‘till then.” they return to the flowers, quiet spectators of their dance.

[baepsays]

Birthday Traditions | happy birthday Geto Suguru :3

It is the longest and oldest tradition for Suguru to get soba noodles with his closest people, his loved ones the night before his birthday. And when the clock strikes 12 am, and it is officially 3rd February, they go back to one of their places and celebrate. But in recent years a new tradition has become his favorite birthday tradition. 

His favorite tradition is relatively new; it is comparably more recent than getting soba with his friends, and to have Satoru try to steal noodles from his portions as Nanami scolds Satoru, while everyone laughs at the ordeal. 

He liked traditions, rituals and habits. Patterns he could comfortably fall back into, people he could rely on without hesitation— but it is not that he is the most keen on new things. Though it was an entirely different story when he celebrated his 22nd birthday with you, it was the first birthday he spent with you. Back then you two had just met, in fact it was particularly that day he first met you. Now he thinks it was a birthday gift from the universe itself (he deserved it after all the shit universe has put him through.)

Suguru did not have plans for that particular birthday, except for the soba plans, which also fell through when no one could make it because of finals, and then also Satoru's mother got sick so he had a lot on his plate. He was not even expecting them to reschedule, but they did somehow visit him with a surprise birthday cake at the end of the day. But before that when he was mulling over the fact he had to spend his birthday all by himself, it just added onto the waves of despair he has been going through recently. So despite it all, he decided to go out and get soba my himself that night before it was officially his birthday. 

And after paying for his meal on his way out of the shop, he saw a person drop their wallet by the door while walking out—that's when he met you. He ran after you, and like any normal person you got spooked by a 6 feet tall man running after you with some sort of urgency and made a run for you safety. Took him a while, and a lot of explaining to make you realize he is not some creep, but actually just trying to return your wallet. 

As hilarious the entire interaction was to him, he understood when you profusely apologized to him, evidently embarrassed. So he didn't deny you when you offered to repay him back for his generosity. 

“How about you accompany me to the park and get some ice cream with me? I'd call it even then.” 

And that's how Suguru's favorite birthday tradition started. Going on a stroll when the clock strikes 12.00 AM on the third of February, when it is officially his birthday, and have you buy him ice cream. The one and only time he does not fight you to his death to not let you pay, or manhandles you into being unable to reach for the bill— is when you two go out to get him his birthday ice cream.

Which is definitely his favorite birthday tradition, though as sweet as the ice cream may be, it's the little whispers of  ‘happy birthday baby’ and little pecks throughout the day which are sweetest to him.

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Brother of mine

MDNI

Summary: People have those nights where their mind just won't shut up, Colton is quite familiar with those nights, normally he would ignore those thoughts, but tonight he just couldn't take it anymore

Thankfully his one of his close friends was awake that night and reminded him that he has friends who'll listen to him whenever his thoughts become to much

However, the two didn't notice a certain mechanical crow recording everything, letting the leader of the Onychinus know that he's the reason behind his young brother's thoughts

Part 2

Dividers by @/omi-resources on tumblr

A young man found himself on top of his school roof, he's been at this boarding school for three years now, he only has a few months to go before he can finally leave this school he's deemed his personal hell

He combed his hand through his silver hair as he looked up at the sky, admiring the stars. He closed his coal black eyed eyes and took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled

He hates this school, he really does, but he'll admit the view from the roof is beautiful, especially at night

"Colton!" A familiar voice called out to him

He turned and saw one of his few friends, Winifred (Winnie for short) walking towards him, trying to keep herself warm

The young man, Colton, chuckled "What are you doing out here?"

"What are you doing out here?! It's freezing!" She whispered yelled, pulling her fluffy robe tight around her "How'd you get up here without getting caught by security?"

"The same way you did, Regina Gorge" He said as he gestured to her sleepwear, a white with pink polka-dot pj set, fluffy purple slippers, and her dusty pink fluffy robe

"I regret showing you that movie" Winnie scoffed, Colton giggled "Don't forget the musical"

"I will push you off this roof" Colton had to cover his mouth as to not laugh to loud

"But seriously dude, what are you doing up here?" Winnie asked as she walked closer to Colton, leaning against the railing

Colton scoffed "I don't know honestly. I just wanted to get out and...." he trailed off, trying to think of a way to explain what's in his head

Colton's head has been feeling like a ball of tangled yearn, and he's been trying to unravel it for days. That's why he came to the roof in the first place, just to try and get his thoughts together

Winnie stayed silent, letting her friend find his words. She placed a hand on his, silently letting him know he can take his time

Colton took a deep breath "I've been thinking...a lot recently, just....ya know, thinking" He said slowly. Winnie nodded as she moved her hand from his and placed it on his back, in between his shoulder blades

She had a feeling that she knew who he was thinking about

"About....your brother?" She gently asked, the young man looked down "..Kind of..." he whispered

Winnie knew who Colton's older brother was, Sylus. All of Colton's friends did, which were only her and four others, met him a few times before

Though Colton never said it, they're aware that his brother is into some shady business. With how Colton talked about him and tends to avoid talking about Sylus's job, it was hard for them not to get suspicious

They never questioned him, knowing that he was avoiding the topic for a reason

"What's going on?" Winnie asked as she rubbed his back. Colton stayed silent for a moment, he looked like he was about to cry

"I..I miss him, I really do....yet I want nothing to do with him" he choked out "He never comes to visit me anymore, he's stopped calling me, shit he doesn't even text me anymore, the last message I sent him was two fucking weeks ago. The only ones who actually bother to call me are Luke and Kieran"

He had a few tears run down his face, he was trying so hard not to cry. Winnie didn't say anything, letting Colton get it out

"And now there's this girl in his life, and now suddenly he has all the time in the world to see her and be with her and he can't even fucking text me back!" He sobbed, he couldn't hold it back anymore, he just couldn't, he's been sitting on these thoughts for far too long

"He didn't even bother to give me a ticket to his boxing match, but he happily gave her one! 'Cause of course he would, now that he has someone actually worth his time he doesn't need his annoying, girly, little brother there by his side" He sobbed, he wiped the tears from his face

"He's done with me.....he's finally done with me" Colton sobbed, tightly hugging himself

"Oh Colton..." Winnie pulled him into a hug, letting him cry into her shoulder. She let him cry, rubbing soothing circles on his back

She won't say it unless he asks her, but she and their other friends have noticed the lack Sylus's presence in Colton life, and how hard he was taking it despite him keeping up his positive and playful attitude

Winnie was happy he's letting everything out, as she knows that keeping thoughts like these will only hurt him emotionally and mentally

They don't know how long they've been hugging, but eventually Colton pulls away, wiping his face with his sleeve. Winnie didn't say anything, letting Colton talk first

"I...." He coughs "Thank you...for letting me talk and...whatnot" He sniffled. "Of course Colton, you don't have to keep these thoughts to yourself" Winnie expressed "We're all here for you"

Colton nodded, pulling Winnie into a hug, whom gladly hugged back. They stayed there for a moment enjoying each other's presence before pulling away a final time

"Let's go sneak back into our rooms, it's cold as fuck out here" Winnie grumbled as she and Colton started walking to the stairs

"I'm surprised you haven't started hibernating yet with how much you hate the cold" Colton asked as he held the door open the door for his pink friend, who rolled her eyes "I swear you and my Aunt are the same person" and with that Winnie walked inside and down the stairs

Colton chuckles and just as he was about to walk inside, he heard a caw and flapping wings from above him, and froze on the spot

'It...it can't be. Right?' He walked back to try and see the top of the stairway, but didn't see anything

'Please, please don't let it be that damn crow' Colton quickly rushed inside, not looking behind him, almost slamming the door as he closed and locked it

If he did look behind him, he would have seen a mechanical crow sitting on the railing, looking right at him with what looks to be a solemn expression

Sylus sat at his desk, leaning on it with his elbows, his hand folded in front of his face as he stared ahead of him intensely

Mephisto just returned to him from Colton's school and showed him recorded footage of Colton's talk with his friend, he had everything recorded

Has he really been neglecting his own little brother? Why didn't Colton say anything? Shit why didn't Sylus notice himself?

So many questions were going through his head. Sylus leaned back in his chair and grabbed his phone, looking at the contact history between him and Colton

The last time he called was '....Two months ago' Sylus swallowed down the lump in his throat. The last text Sylus replied to was seven weeks ago, during those seven weeks Colton sent him six text messages, he remembered seeing the first four messages, but he completely missed the last two

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Colton: I passed that history test I told you about! Got a 95% on it!

_

Colton: Did you see that lightning Sy?! It looked so cool

Colton: My friend Rose got a picture of it! It looks so cool!

Colton: (Picture)

_

Colton: I just got a guitar

Colton: (Picture)

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Sylus frowned saw when the last two were sent

"Two weeks ago..." Sylus slumped back in his chair, looking at the picture of Colton's new guitar. It looked to be good quality, though he saw some scratches and a little smudge marker on the body, showing that it wasn't brand new but rather second hand

He remembers Colton telling him that he wanted to get a guitar the last time they've talked in person, and that Sylus promised to get him one. Yet he never did...

Actually, now that he thought about it...

"When did I last see him?" He tried to remember when he'd even SEEN his brother in person, nothing recent came to mind

Sylus couldn't believe himself. How could he forget about his own little brother? He couldn't think of an excuse for this

He has to make this right. He's going to

Thank you for reading!

[haikyu-mp4]

😋

For media presence (kiyoomi) that was one of the cutest and interesting fic i've read. Each chapter had me squealling for some reason😭😭

ooo that's so fun, I'm glad you liked it!! honestly, I'm so proud of that one because I never thought I would be able to write for Sakusa and then suddenly my mind just went there. I used a lot of ideas to make all the parts, so let's see what more I have!

– Pick a fic and I'll give you some headcanons that I can think of related to it, Media presence for Sakusa Kiyoomi

When you meet for lunch the next day (after part 3), it's super quiet at first. You're both staring down at your food and eating, wondering what you should talk about. You thought he might be making a move, but guess not.

He scoots a bit closer to you without making eye contact. Then he goes 'enjoying your food?' and it just makes you laugh a bit. 'Yeah, everything's fine in good company'. makes him huff because he thinks you might be sarcastic, which you sort of are.

You ask him instead 'I saw your story yesterday, what was that about?' He grumbles a bit like he didn't want you to ask, but still mumbles 'Was it okay?"

You're frozen for a second, not expecting him to care about your opinion like that. 'It was great. You should take one of your food now too,' you say, mind always at work. He gives you a sour side-eye before following your suggestion anyway.

Except he's kinda bad at it so you lean over and take the picture for him. 'Can I take one of you?' he asks. 'Not for Instagram, single guys are attractive,' you tell him, to which he says 'Don't worry, Miya's going to be single for a long while so you can use him.'

I'm getting carried away. Anyways, you two keep up your bickering yet soft energy and eventually go on actual dates, and you start allowing him to soft launch you on his social media.

Sakusa thought you might ease up on him now that you were dating, but no, you're even stricter because you know he'll still kiss you around the corner when you're done with the meeting or event so he's your outlet for any stress during the day. 'Sakusa you look constipated'. 'Miya is outshining you.' 'You should not have talked to that reporter yesterday, Sakusa.' 'Omi I found this ugly picture of you, when is this from?'

'Did you just call him Omi?' 'I definitely did not, Hinata, get back to what you were doing.'

Somewhere down the line, you reveal to the other guys that you're changing jobs and you really liked working with them, but might see them around anyway. Sakusa comes up behind you telling them 'they're my _friend so they have to switch jobs' instead of sugarcoating it and Miya is like 'I knew something was up, I just knew it' and Bokuto is like 'we all knew'.

When you get overwhelmed at your new job, Kiyoomi gets to cradle you up in his arms after you showered and lets you rant about all your problems, even though he's terrible at giving advice because he's more pessimistic and just agrees that everything is terrible. which you can appreciate sometimes. at least he thought you were pretty great.

In return, you don't mind a quiet evening instead of going out, both reading your own book while leaning on each other on the couch.

His family loves you because you totally know how to charm a crowd, it's your job after all, while he just watches you from the side with an affectionate smile under his mask.

I hope this was alright!!

[hollowwrites]

Ominis and his hate for Duncan Hobhouse. Does Eve sit there and let him rant? Maybe joins in a bit because of the Duncan quest?

Maybe this is reaching a bit as a topic to talk about but I just find it funny.

Once a Coward, Always a Coward

Summary - So I actually got a cute idea for this based on how I personally play the game.

Also my last play through I heard his dialogue about getting rid of muggleborns like Garlick for the first time and usually I ignore them because they’re obviously just filled from the voice actors but…I hate Duncan.

I also just want to clarify I don’t think Ominis is a bully but Duncan definitely reminds our boi of the Gaunts.

Warning - Mentions of Pureblood/Mudblood waffle, Protective!Omi, Threats

Word Count - 774

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“Incendio”

Eves wand sparked and the dry ivy creeping up the walls of the castle went up like kindling.

“Glacius” Ominis uttered almost immediately after the fire became a hair too uncontrollable. “Merlin’s beard, Evelyn, are you trying to burn the castle down?

“Sorry” she mumbled, ducking under some of the remaining vines towards the Hidden Herbology corridor. She held them for Ominis to follow through, which he did faithfully as he always did. Didn’t stop him moaning about it though the entire time.

It was a particularly dangerous hallway for the pair, considering the Devils Snare that continuously crept towards their feet. Thankfully for Ominis, the ferocious foliage made enough of a noise that he knew when it decided to wrap itself around his feet.

“Why are we here?” He said, his voice thick with frustration as he kicked the snake like tendrils away and cast Lumos for the four hundredth time “Is this some idiotic errand you’ve agreed to again?” The light became dimmer and dimmer as they continued through the corridor the faint blinking of Ominis’ wand casting a…well…ominous glow over his face. The frown set in his features was a permanent fixture, she started to suspect.

“Pretty much” Eve laughed unbothered by the Slytherins grumbling “Some Ravenclaw wants a Tentacula leaf to ‘prove his bravery’. Said he’d pay me fifty galleons so here we are”

“Bravery?” Ominis repeated “We’re doing this for Dunkein?!” The knot above Ominis’ brow grew larger.

“Yeah…” she snorted “…that’s the one”

“I am not helping that cretin” Ominis immediately stopped moving, crossing his arms over his chest and tapping his foot impatiently.

“Why?” Evelyn asked, chuckling. She’d never seen Ominis so pouty. And for him to outright refuse to help made his outburst all the more curious. She halted her navigation of the dark overgrown corridor and turned back to him.

“Once a coward, always a coward” he said cryptically

“That doesn’t explain why you’re stopping me getting an easy fifty galleons?”

“I’ll pay you a hundred not to do this”

“But why?” She laughs through her nose

“Because he’s undeserving of your time! There is no point to this it won’t change anything. He will remain a spineless dimwit, with or without that leaf.” He huffed “I’m surprised he even asked you for help”

“Everyone asks me for things” she mutters

“No…I’m surprised he asked you because he despises muggle borns. Doesn’t exactly keep quiet about it either.” Ominis’ face twists in disgust.

He felt Evelyn’s energy plummet and he regretted his words immediately.

“Really?” Her voice came from ahead of him somewhere, but it was small and defeated

“Unfortunately, Black makes it so people like him feel emboldened. They’re not scared to voice their opinion because someone of power agrees” Ominis explained softly “He’s not the only one but…there aren’t that many who entertain that mindset in this school.

“Oh…”

“Come on…let’s get out of here. All of this slithering is making me feel like I’m back home” he offered her a grim smile and his arm.

~

“Dunkein!” Ominis called across the Great Hall and motioned with his finger to come. The Ravenclaw pulled a face and approached the Slytherin table, a sea of sharp eyes followed him as he stood next to Sebastian, not really daring to get any closer to Gaunt.

“Ominis. What is it? You don’t ever want to speak to me?”

“Oh, I still don’t. I’m just passing on a message and a warning…” Ominis smiled wickedly in Duncans general direction.

“O-Okay” he stammered back

“First, Evelyn won’t be getting you that Tentacula leaf. Although you know that wouldn’t really prove your bravery don’t you?”

Duncans heart dropped as he looked further along the Slytherin table and was met with the cold stare of Evelyn and Imelda.

“And secondly, your warning...” Ominis stood now and took a step towards Duncan. Even with his stooped posture he towered over Hobhouse, and he delighted upon hearing the Ravenclaw gulp. “…perhaps it’s best you stay away from Evelyn. She is so beneath you as a muggleborn anyway, isn’t she?”

“Y-you’re putting words in my mouth” Duncan retorted

“I’ve heard you spout your bigoted shit before” Ominis spat

“As have I…” Sebastian said casually, popping a piece of fudge in his mouth and smiling.

“I-“

“So best you don’t associate with her.” Ominis added “And if the threat in that isn’t clear enough for you allow me to clarify…” he poked his long boney finger into Dunkeins chest

“Stay away from her…”

Duncan turned to look down the Slytherin table.

Every. Single. Set of eyes were trained on him.

“Run along now…Dunkein”

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The Instinct | 013

Fandom: Haikyuu!! Universe: A/B/O + Canon Divergence Pairing: [Α] Miya Atsumu / Sakusa Kiyoomi [Ω] Rating: Explicit

See tags for warnings.

As it turns out, nice is a total bust, especially without Osamu here to breathe down his neck whenever he takes things too far — though, he definitely won’t be admitting that last part out loud any time soon. Last thing his asshole brother needs is any encouragement.

With anyone else, maybe it would’ve been solid advice, but with Sakusa the issue is, Sakusa himself isn’t nice at all, and every time Atsumu tries to be nice to him anyways, he’s pretty sure all he does is weird him the fuck out, because Atsumu isn’t nice either, and of the few things Sakusa must know about him by now, that’s gotta be at the top of the list.

Nonetheless, when Atsumu catches Kiyoomi hiding out in the gym on their final day of camp, doing drills while everyone else enjoys the barbecue outside, he decides to try one last time. It’s irrational — stupid, even — but Atsumu is haunted by dreams of dark curls wrapped around his fingers and the phantom taste of mint and cardamom and he just knows he’s not gonna be able to forgive himself if he passes up the opportunity after having been lucky enough to come across Sakusa alone.

“You’re not eatin’?” he asks in place of a greeting. Sakusa catches the ball he’s been bouncing hard at the wall and eyes him warily.

“I don’t eat outside.”

“Oh.” Atsumu probably could’ve guessed that. “Want me to bring you a plate?”

A beat of silence passes between them, just long enough for Atsumu to begin to get his hopes up, to think Sakusa may actually take him up on his offer.

“Are you going to spit in it?”

“What? No, what the fuck. Why would I spit in it?”

“Because you’re disgusting, Miya.”

“Omi,” Atsumu groans, aggrieved. 

“Don’t call me that.”

“I’m tryin ta be nice and you’re really not makin it easy.”

“Why?” Sakusa demands. “You’re not a nice person.”

“What’d I ever do to you?!” As soon as the words leave Atsumu’s mouth, he knows he’s fighting a losing battle cause the truth is, the answer to that is a hell of a lot, and they both know it. So, rather than let Sakusa answer, he steps forward, revels in the way Sakusa’s face pinches, like he’s trying to hold his breath — wouldn’t be doin that if it didn’t make you sweat, he thinks triumphantly — and smacks the volleyball right out of Sakusa’s hands.

“Seriously.” Sakusa levels him with a flat, unamused stare, but at this point, Atsumu has already endeavoured to be on the receiving end of all degrees of Sakusa’s anger and irritation, he’s starting to know those expressions pretty well He knows Sakusa is angrier than he’s letting on.

“Just have lunch with me. We can stay inside”

“Are you brain dead?” Sakusa bends to grab the ball, and Atsumu follows, smacking it down again. It happens again, and then once more, each time more frustrated, more aggressive than the last. When Sakusa finally straightens up, his face is flush with anger and this time, there’s no one around to stop him from grabbing the collar of Atsumu’s jersey. “What is your issue, Miya?”

“You didn’t like me bein nice.” Atsumu shrugs, trying hard not look quite so pleased with himself as he is with Sakusa’s fist wound tight in his shirt, knuckles brushing his throat. It’s a tiny touch that sends shivers down his spine, makes his heart race and his chest burn.

“I don’t like you now.”

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🔞 SakuAtsu | Damned if I do, damned if I don’t | Rated E

If Atsumu thought too hard about what he was doing, he would be judging himself.

It was too late now for that anyway, seeing as he was standing on the platform waiting for Sakusa Kiyoomi’s arrival.

Had they met before? Sure. If one counted the volleyball tournaments in which they happened to occupy the same stadium. Atsumu had always been laterally aware of Kiyoomi’s presence; it was hard not to notice someone so talented.

What followed was… well.

It started innocuously enough. Not that Atsumu actually remembered why he texted Kiyoomi in the first place. It had something to do with volleyball, to be certain, but how that spiralled to their current predicament was beyond him.

He balanced on his toes, rocking in place to channel all the pent up energy choking him. He hadn’t slept a wink last night.

Not that he hadn’t tried. Kiyoomi just happened to be more persuasive.

Atsumu could feel his face warm thinking of all the promises Kiyoomi made him over the months for when they finally met.

How was he expected to act now? Would it be okay to just… reach out and touch Kiyoomi? Would Kiyoomi even find him attractive once they stood face to face, without a screen between them?

Just as he was about to vibrate out of his own skin, the train came to a stop, and Atsumu lost his breath.

He would notice that curly hair anywhere.

“Shit,” he mumbled to himself, schooling his expression as he raised his arm to wave.

Obsidian eyes zeroed in on him, dark and intense over the edge of his mask, and Atsumu had to remind himself that they weren’t anything. Late night calls and fun push and pull conversations notwithstanding.

No matter how much he wanted to fall right back to where they left off during their call, he had to get a grip on himself.

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi said as he came to a stop before him, and wasn’t that something? To be this close, to hear his voice without the whoosh of a phone line between them.

“Omi.” Maybe he sounded a little breathless. Maybe there was no helping this or the giddiness he felt. “You made it.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes creased in a faint smile. “I did.”

“It’s good to see you,” Atsumu said. “At last.”

Kiyoomi’s smile, although hidden, was making him feel all sorts of things. “I guess your hair is really not piss yellow anymore.”

“Not that again,” Atsumu groaned, turning around to lead the way. “I showed you proof Omi, you just like bullying me.”

“Hmm.”

Atsumu led them to his car. It was his Ma’s but she agreed to lend it to him for the weekend so he could show Kiyoomi around Hyogo.

Though if Atsumu were to be honest, sightseeing was the last thing on his mind.

And then he and Kiyoomi were out of sight, sitting next to each other with only the centre console separating them. Atsumu stared hard at the windshield, not really seeing it as his skin prickled under the weight of Kiyoomi’s gaze. “So…”

“So.” He could hear the teasing lilt in Kiyoomi’s voice.

“Fuck it,” Atsumu mumbled, twisting in his seat.

Kiyoomi’s body jerked in surprise as Asumu tucked his mask out of the way and kissed him into his seat. He pulled back an inch to let out a strained breath. “Sorry, just… been wanting to do that for a long fuckin’ time now, Omi.”

Kiyoomi cleared his throat, cheeks beginning to pink. “Forgive me for thinking you’d at least wait until after we’ve made it to your house.”

Leaning back in his seat, Atsumu made a silly face. “No can do.”

“Needy bastard,” Kiyoomi teased.

“You love it,” Atsumu returned blithely, and reversed out of his parking spot.

*

Atsumu’s Ma was out for the day, and Osamu was at Suna’s, probably playing video games and shit talking Atsumu, but for once he didn’t care.

Because their absence meant that the moment he and Kiyoomi stepped into Atsumu’s home, Atsumu could turn around and pin Kiyoomi against the door.

“Eager aren’t we?” Kiyoomi murmured, allowing himself to be caged in Atsumu’s arms.

“Like you don’t wanna kiss me too, Omi,” Atsumu challenged, meeting his eyes.

They darkened, and Atsumu shivered when Kiyoomi leaned closer, his breath feathering over Atsumu’s chin. “I’m not the one pressing you to the door, At-su-mu.”

With willpower he didn’t know he possessed, Atsumu pried himself off Kiyoomi to take a few steps back, sighing resignedly. “I guess you don’t want to kiss me after al—”

Atsumu was reeled in too suddenly, the words dying on his lips as Kiyoomi’s mouth crashed down on his. Atsumu was encircled in strong arms and tucked against the open heat of Kiyoomi’s body as Kiyoomi’s mouth claimed him. “You talk too damn much.”

Teeth sunk in his bottom lip, shutting his protest to replace it by a groan. “Did you forget already?” Kiyoomi whispered hotly, hands slipping lower to grab two handfuls of Atsumu’s ass. “What I wanted to do to you?”

“Maybe you’re just all talk,” Atsumu riled, even as his breath wheezed out of him and his cock twitched in his pants. “Did you forget what I wanted to do to you?”

Their mouths collided again, a little roughly, and Atsumu moaned, sinking all ten fingers in Kiyoomi’s curls to pull savagely.

“Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered as he pushed his knee between Kiyoomi’s thighs and found him hard. “Please let me fuck you.”

“At least take me out to dinner first,” Kiyoomi bit out as Atsumu pressed his knee up where Kiyoomi ached.

“Is that what you want?” Atsumu rasped breathlessly. “Dinner, Omi?”

Kiyoomi’s head fell back with a strained breath, and Atsumu took that opportunity to latch his mouth to the milky curve of his neck. “Do you know what I want?”

“What?” Kiyoomi choked out, gripping his hips.

“I want you,” Atsumu bit at his neck. “In my bed. Naked.”

“Fuck, Atsumu,” Kiyoomi gasped out when Atsumu’s hand slid lower to press over his crotch.

“I want this in my mouth,” Atsumu murmured, so hard he was aching. “Would you put your cock in my mouth, Omi?”

“Shit,” Kiyoomi said, pushing him off. “Do it.”

Atsumu didn’t need to be told twice.

He didn’t care that they were in the middle of the hallway, that his door wasn’t even locked. All that mattered was the hundred fantasies he’d weaved for months now, of taking this man apart.

He fell to his knees, hungry and ungraceful, to fumble with Kiyoomi’s zipper and yank down his jeans. Kiyoomi stumbled, falling back against the door to steady himself as Atsumu clutched his hips and dove down to bury his face in Kiyoomi crotch.

A groan rumbled in his chest. “Fuck me, you’re everything.”

Kiyoomi’s shaky hand settled on his head, clutching his hair for support. “Shut up and get to it.”

“Fuck you, I’ve wanted this for months, let me savour it,” Atsumu retorted, his own hands shaking as he peeled down Kiyoomi’s boxers. “Fuck baby, you’re so hard for me.”

Kiyoomi gnawed on his lips, and Atsumu, driven insane with lust, nuzzled the crease of his thigh, looking up at him with so much hunger that Kiyoomi’s eyes squeezed shut and his breaths trembled. “…please.”

Fuck, Atsumu was a goner.

He parted his lips, his tongue curling around the head, and delighted in the twitch of Kiyoomi’s hips. “Don’t tease.”

Atsumu rubbed his cheek against Kiyoomi’s cock, grinning. “Or what?”

Kiyoomi’s thumb pinched Atsumu’s chin, his eyes so dark and desirous that Atsumu felt himself leaking precum into his underwear. “Open your mouth, Atsumu.”

A thrill jolted down his body as he complied, parting his lips for Kiyoomi to feed him his cock. “There,” Kiyoomi breathed. “All it takes to shut you up is a cock in your mouth, right baby?”

Atsumu moaned, his body throbbing as Kiyoomi’s straining length pushed down his throat, so hot and heavy. He hollowed his cheeks, trying to take more of him in, suddenly desperate to be full.

“Shit, you’re so hungry for it.” Kiyoomi’s hips thrust forward, making Atsumu choke. But Atsumu didn’t draw back, instead relishing the sting of tears in his eyes and the way his jaw strained. “Do you want me to fuck your throat, baby?”

Atsumu was going to die as he tried to nod his head, his eyes pleading fervently for it.

“Yeah?” Kiyoomi groaned, thrusting again. “God, I want to ruin you.”

Atsumu was already ruined. On his knees and slobbering, and so hard he could burst from it.

Kiyoomi was going to cum down his throat and he needed it with everything within him. He bobbed his head, trying to meet him halfway, drunk on the expletives bursting out of Kiyoomi’s mouth.

“Shit, Atsumu—” Kiyoomi pulled out, panting. “Wait baby, wait.”

“No,” Atsumu gripped his thighs. “Need you to finish. In my mouth.”

Kiyoomi looked wrecked.

Asumu felt gone.

Kiyoomi’s hard cock was placed in his mouth again, and Atsumu was hit by the fact yet again that this was Kiyoomi, the man he’d been fantasised about for so long now, the man he touched himself to on lonely nights, the man who made him cum on camera just to watch the way his face twisted.

And now Atsumu got to see Kiyoomi fall apart.

He didn't realise he was coming too until a hot thrill seized him and his hips jerked, rolling into nothing as he spurted in his pants, and Kiyoomi flooded his mouth.

Atsumu moaned brokenly, overcome by the way his mouth was all too full of Kiyoomi, by the bruising hands in his hair, by Kiyoomi’s raw groans.

He pulled off to breath, his chin glistening with Kiyoomi’s release to gasp in a breath and wipe his face with the back of his hand. “Shit, that was so hot.”

Kiyoomi’s eyes were heavy lidded and hazy. “Come here.”

Atsumu rose on wobbly knees to meet Kiyoomi’s sated kiss. “How do you want me?”

“It’s okay,” Atsumu said, a little embarrassedly, and wrapped his arms around Kiyoomi’s shoulders. “I already finished.”

Kiyoomi’s eyebrows arched.

Blushing, Atsumu kissed him to avoid his eyes.

Kiyoomi met him kiss for kiss, their tongues brushing tentatively until Atsumu’s heart was in pieces. “Lay in bed with me?”

“Okay,” Kiyoomi agreed, brushing a hand through Atsumu’s hair.

Atsumu took his hand in his and led him to his and Osamu’s room.

His bunk bed wasn’t big enough for two athletes, but Atsumu was glad for it, because it meant he and Kiyoomi could lay flushed side to side, faces inches apart to breathe each other in, and wasn’t that what Atsumu really wanted?

To be reduced, to be shattered and remade by Kiyoomi’s hands until nothing else mattered?

“Thank you for coming to see me,” Atsumu whispered as they laid there in his sun soaked bedroom, in his too warm sheets, smelling like sex and Kiyoomi’s spicy cologne.

Atsumu could smell Kiyoomi all over his body.

His heart squeezed at the feeling of being claimed, even when Kiyoomi wasn’t his, and he wasn’t Kiyoomi’s. But he could indulge… he could indulge and then think later.

Kiyoomi’s leg slipped between his. “I wanted to see you, too.”

“Was it like you imagined?” Atsumu asked tentatively.

“Mhm,” Kiyoomi hummed, nuzzling his throat.

Atsumu ran his fingers through soft, silky curls and felt his chest grow heavier. He leaned down to bury his face in Kiyoomi’s hair. “Omi.”

“Atsumu,” Kiyoomi returned softly.

“Would you let me love you?”

He shouldn’t ask, he knew, because Atsumu wouldn’t like the answer. Because they were too complicated and Kiyoomi was hung up over Ushijima and Atsumu over Kita, and yet here they laid in his bed and Atsumu wanted, so viciously, to belong. “Let me love you, Omi.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kiyoomi said, regretful.

Atsumu clutched him tighter, taking that for the denial it was. “I want you.”

“I’m here,” Kiyoomi reassured, curving over him.

Their lips met, slow and savouring, and Atsumu pretended his eyes weren’t stinging with tears as his arms encircled Kiyoomi and held them chest to chest. “I’d treat you so well,” Atsumu choked out.

“I know baby,” Kiyoomi shushed him, pressing sweet kisses to the corners of his lips. “Let's not think about it right now, okay?”

“Okay,” Atsumu nodded, pulling him down again. “Kiss me more.”

“Come here,” Kiyoomi said, brushing his hair. “I’ve got you.”

Atsumu rolled over him, kissing him breathless and trying to drown himself in it before he drowned inside his own feelings. He had a lot of love to give, Osamu always told him that he’d get himself hurt trying to give it to people who didn’t want it.

But what could Atsumu do? Keeping it inside him would inevitably kill him. It tended to bleed out of him, and he was helpless to stop it.

His hands mapped down Kiyoomi’s lithe body, relishing every inch. “You’re so beautiful, Omi,” he whispered.

“You are too,” Kiyoomi touched his face as Atsumu sank down for another kiss.

“I can’t believe I get to hold you like this.” Atsumu’s whisper was a little broken as he stroked his fingers through Kiyoomi’s hair and pressed kisses over his face. He nuzzled his cheeks, breathing tremulously. “You’re so perfect, Omi.”

“Stop it,” Kiyoomi said, embarrassed.

“No,” Atsumu denied, leaning back to watch him. He ran his fingers down Kiyoomi’s body again. “I’m going to touch you… and kiss you… and take care of you…”

Atsumu’s hand wrapped around Kiyoomi’s throat, though there was no pressure behind the action. “And love you,” he added in a softer whisper. “Even if it hurts me.”

He could feel Kiyoomi’s thick swallow beneath his hand. “You’re crazy.”

Atsumu leaned down to kiss him again. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me,” Atsumu vowed against his lips.

“Atsumu…”

Atsumu seared his taste on Kiyoomi’s lips, leaning down to nuzzle the space behind his ear. “Mine.”

Kiyoomi whimpered.

“Mine, Omi. Say it.”

Kiyoomi swallowed shakily, and then, “Yours.”

“That’s right,” Atsumu agreed, choking on his own breaths. “Mine, Omi. I’m going to make you forget the world.”

“Please,” Kiyoomi pleaded, clutching his shoulders in a bruising grip.

“I’ve got you,” Atsumu reassured, pressing his whole weight down on Kiyoomi until they were suffocating each other, and Kiyoomi was all he could breathe, see and touch. “Look at me baby,” Atsumu touched his cheek. “I’ve got you.”

Kiyoomi nodded rapidly.

“My love,” Atsumu sighed, kissing the sweet breath from Kiyoomi’s lips.

Mine, mine, mine, Atsumu thought fervently, and wished for it to be true.

[gravity-what]

New Item Unlocked: 🗺️ The Map of Yu! 🗺️ Very niche powers and applications, but it's a good tool for the monks who have to keep an eye on whose trying to expand their evil territories! I'm expecting this to come up in a big way later! Though I'm not sure how. So Pandabubba has an established Dominion but Wuya's still up in the air after everything with Jack and Chase... Well, that's a crime boss for you. 🐼🐼🐼

Today's episode brought to you by: M๋࣭other Nature ⋆₊⁺⭑🌱⋆｡°🌿₊˚ ⁺₊⋆♡

Except not very natural. And not so motherly either. LOL

I thought that Hannibal must have broken Gigi out of containment at first! This still manages to have Hannibal and Gigi's fingerprints (?) all over it by the end, just with an unexpected added element too. New season means new villain! A new villain that Kimiko recognized from a parody in her video game! (⚖️Hope she doesn't sue! But it's probably fair use though and the Tohomikos have way stronger lawyers so I'm not even worried about that!) A new villain who's trying to push us out of a TV-Y7 rating with that pottymouth internal dialogue! "Damned monks"?! Keep is classy Cattleya! 🤬 I'm happy that Bean's still going to get his time in the sun in this season too even with that pattern continuing, because Hannibal never actually got to capitalize on any big hinted plans back in season 3. He'll be stealing some time from this new scientist lady because he's not satisfied with what he's had so far! On one hand, it's hard to feel bad for Cattleya after what she did to the monks and is trying to do with that plant. The monks were just getting their get-back. But on another hand, she's going to be working with Hannibal now: and unless your name is Ying-Ying, that doesn't usually tend to go over well for anyone ever. 😰😰😰😰 I wonder if she'll come to her senses or if she's in for a downward spiral and a race to the bottom... I wanna see where she goes!

In addition to the new evil scientist villain and the familiar Hannibal Roy Bean, I see there's as well as the return of a classic enemy from all throughout the series since the very beginning: monk in-fighting!! 🤼

This whole transition to the new order hasn't been going very smoothly for anyone!

But at least they saved Brazil in the end! 🇧🇷 Raimundo was really on edge about his home being targeted again. That quiz show showdown was so creative! You managed to add action and stakes and pacing into a geography test! What an action-packed nail-biter, and it was a Q&A!! And Rai did pretty good, but even if he had the homefield advantage, this was a bad match to accept against a PHD scientist who also calls Brazil home. How unlucky. (Omi's concern about "Raimundo's mother's barn" was super funny, I LOLed! When him and Clay's manners of speeches collide we're always in for a hilarious and confusing time!)

We even got to learn that Clay's Uncle Freddy and Uncle Johnny are the exact same type of sports fan, which feels like important information! Just how huge is this family? Bailey Family reunions have to be absolutely wild! I just hope they don't serve Clay's Grandma's pork and beans there... 🍲🥣

🤠🤠🤠 Clay was a standout key player a lot today! 🤠🤠🤠 His Sphere of Yun idea was great! I'm happy to see the Sphere actually used to just straight up steal someone else's positions like it's intended purpose is! And that settled the budding argument about honor vs practicality between the leader and the lancer again!

But all four monks had huge contributions to today's events! So like Master Fung says, they're definitely earned themselves a nice rest after all that excitement! 💤🥱😴 Until next episode, rest well little monks!

Another 5/5 star rating on this episode on this season on this streaming service! ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

💚💚💚🌱

I needed a very specific kind of character for this season to feed into Hannibal’s own needs and so Cattleya was born~ sadly she immediately jumped into the wrong crowd which is going to, without a doubt, cause issues for everyone! [including that lawsuit you mentioned 🤣. I have absolutely joked about having that happen with my beta readers!]

And, yes!! I was so excited to bring the sphere of Yun back in the same(ish) context we saw it in in New World Order! It’s such a specific power but it let the kids get control of that plant so it was perfect here!

And I’m glad you liked the showdown~ I honestly have a lot of fun figuring them out and setting up the scenarios to make them into an actual world-shifting fight!

And I do love mixing Clay’s southernisms with Omi’s own malapropisms~ it really is quite the combo 🤣

I’m glad you enjoyed this episode! It really is setting up for some big events…

[kyopmi]

we've talked about jealous omi before but what about when u get jealous and clingy? or alternatively:

♡ — when you're in a secret relationship with kiyoomi but his fans start shipping him with someone else

｡:ﾟ sakusa kiyoomi x reader

｡:ﾟ 1.06k words; all aboard the fluff train!

the second kiyoomi steps foot in your shared apartment, it seems like you're clinging onto him more than usual – greeting him with many kisses and a lingering hug, choosing to sit next to him instead of across from him at dinner, and flopping right on top of him on the couch to watch your show.

kiyoomi doesn't mind at all, arms encircled around your form with one hand resting on the small of your back while the other between your shoulder blades, fingers occasionally moving to brush against your neck ever so slightly and enjoying the way you shiver delightfully and bury your face into his chest.

he is curious, though.

“y/n.”

“hmm?” your response is slightly muffled by the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

“what's gotten you so clingy today?”

always so straightforward, you think. then again, he wouldn't be sakusa kiyoomi if he wasn't.

“... nothi-”

“no.” he's immediately cuts you off on your attempted lie, shooting you a pointed look.

“alright, fine,” you huff in defeat, “i saw that video of you and the sports reporter earlier.”

“from the last match?” he asks.

“yeah.”

kiyoomi knows exactly which sports reporter video you're talking about. it's the one where he's stood next to them for a short interview after a successful MSBY match, but just as the reporter was about to begin, they had accidentally dropped the cue cards they were holding. without thinking twice, sakusa had bent down to help pick up the stray cards while the reporter stuttered out apologies, thanking him as he hands them their cards back.

to him, it was a completely normal, harmless interaction.

to some fans, it was the blossoming of a romantic-cliche relationship.

and it usually wouldn't have bothered you so much – you know first-hand how attractive and irresistible kiyoomi is, so it's not surprising that anyone would crush on him at least a little. (in fact, maybe you would be offended for him if no one did.) so, seeing other people getting starstruck or tongue-tied in the presence of your boyfriend? nothing out of the ordinary.

however, it does start getting annoying when you spend your entire afternoon scrolling through social media only to find tweets, video edits and comments about “the way he looks at them is so cute😍”, “he's definitely crushing on the reporter!”, “i'm gonna riot if they don't become a couple ASAP.”

all because of the stupid “cool-guy” image your stupid handsome boyfriend has accidentally portrayed himself as, so now everyone's going crazy at the slightest crumb of him being a decent human being? plus that last comment is being way too dramatic.

your relationship with kiyoomi isn't really a secret, per se. many of your friends and families know about it. it's just the both of you tend to keep it lowkey – no excessive PDA or social media posts, and somehow the media has yet to catch wind of it, either. but, you've always enjoyed the privacy you get from it and so does kiyoomi, so you've agreed to keep your relationship the way it is.

but that was before you desperately wanted to comment “sorry, he’s taken! xoxo” at every post of kiyoomi and that sports reporter. 

of course, you wouldn’t actually do that, and you realize you’re just being petty and dramatic right now (not that you’d ever admit that to kiyoomi. the amount of times you’ve teased him, calling him dramatic? he would never let you live this down.) but a little jealousy in your situation is reasonable, right?

kiyoomi chuckles in amusement from beneath you, a soft smile growing when he sees your pout deepen. his toned arms squeeze you tighter, closer to him, pulling you up towards his face so he can lean in and press a kiss on your forehead. 

“you know it’s just the internet doing its thing, right? they’ll get bored and move on to something new soon enough,” he hums, his hand rubbing circles on your back.

“i know,” you sigh, feeling yourself instantly relax under his touch and you melt into him even more, “it’s just annoying to see.”

he hums again in acknowledgement. there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you for a moment, with only the sounds from the tv playing in the background, until kiyoomi speaks again.

“hey,” he calls out, quieter this time, making you look at him again, “you know i love you, right?”

kiyoomi doesn’t realize his heart is pounding until a small smile graces your lips and he feels himself calm down, the corners of his lips mirroring your own.

“of course i know that, silly,” you laugh. “i love you, too.”

“good.” he leans in once again, this time to capture your lips with his in a slow kiss.

sakusa kiyoomi has always loved you with his actions more so than his words, and right now, he hopes his kiss is able to convey just how much love he has for you, in the way his honey lip balm that you got him tastes on his lips, in the way you can definitely feel his heart pick up its pace, in the way his large hand is gently splayed across your face down to your neck, his index and middle finger resting on one side of your cheek and his thumb on the other side, while the rest of his fingers can feel your similarly quickening pulse as they rest just below your jaw. he’s reluctant when you pull away, keeping you as close as possible so you can still feel his breath tickle against your skin as he holds back a pout lest you start calling him your cute baby boy.

“do you want to tell them? everyone, i mean. like, officially,” he asks, his voice almost a whisper.

you blink in surprise at his sudden offer. “no, it’s fine. i like us the way we are,” you reply truthfully, “and, like you said, it’ll pass soon enough.”

“okay.” kiyoomi nods and gives you another peck on your lips, one that silently says me too. “i’ll get atsumu or hinata to post a shirtless thirst trap or something. that should shift their attention.”

you snort at his idea. it’s admittedly not a bad one, but...

“i’ll do you one better, omi. why don’t you post a – mmph!”

kiyoomi is quick to shut you up with another kiss on that one.

this is my apology to kiyoomi for always saying he’s dramatic (i mean, he is, but don’t tell him i said that) and PLEASE tell me no one saw me accidentally post this when it was half-done LMAO

[kiwanopie]

Laptop

boyfriend!kiyoomi part IV!

“So… Where’d you two meet?”

Sakusa sighs.

This was exactly the scenario he was trying to avoid. Sitting on the bed adjacent to his longtime teammate and trying to avert his eyes from the way he kicks his feet from under him like an overgrown school boy. His gleeful - prying eyes sear holes in the side of his head from where he’s got his nose pointed at his laptop monitor, and if his hunch should tell him anything; it’s that little Mr. GossipGirl won’t rest until he’s juiced him of all the mushy details.

But the problems not that he doesn’t like talking about you. It’s the opposite actually, he could start and never finish, it’s just…

It’s embarrassing to get all sweet and blushy in front of this honey-eyed fool or any of his teammates. He hates the vulnerability of it all. Fending off a smile and trying to minimize all of these very big, very honest feelings he has about you. And ever since meeting you he’s been very slowly but surely pushing himself away from his previous dispositions.

Aloof old Omi, safely reclusive - inside his little shell, has peeked his head out and fallen in love with the sun.

This guy’s gonna eat that shit up.

Sakusa grazes his finger along the touch pad, tapping it a few times before grumbling curtly. “Can you go to bed already?”

“Not without a bedtime story,” Atsumu chirps. “C’mon. Tell me all about ‘er! I know you want to.”

Sakusa sighs again as he taps in a few loud keys. White orange tinted light turning his skin a filtered fuchsia as the screen flickers. “What are you five? You’re a little too old to be swapping secrets like a grade schooler.”

“Is she a secret though?”

“She’s not.” And that’s a resolute answer if he’s ever heard one.

“Then why won’t you tell me about her?!”

“Because-“ Sakusa blows out an exasperated breath.

There’s a long moment he spends pointing his nose to the hotel ceiling to quietly deliberate. Longer the few seconds he spends clenching and unclenching his jaw as his eyes fall and his pupils twitch in careful thought. He opens his mouth - closes it again but his lips part on their own. Sakusa blows out a breath until his voice comes tumbling after it, and it pains him to know that his fight for composure was fruitless.

“If I tell you, will you shut up and go to bed?”

Atsumu crosses his fingers over his chest. “Hand to God.”

Sakusa stares at him for a while.

“We’ve been… dating for the past couple of years,” Three years and eighteen days of pure bliss. “She was one of my sister's students so we met through her.”

The uncut version is that Sakusa stormed his sister’s office before her lecture could fully clear to bitch about her saddling him with mom on his only days off. Had to have looked mad as a snake when he walked in there, face twisted up and everything.

And obviously a 6’4 Olympian isn’t what your average college student expects to run into during their four o’clock lecture, especially when he’s calling out to their professor like he’s got a loaded gun in his hand. But you were too busy filling in your last minute notes to care about him or whatever he was doing at the time.

Sakusa sees you but he doesn’t see you. He just knows you’re the only person in this room and there’s a wicked witch on the loose. “Have you seen Kyouka?”

You hum. “Sakusa-san?”

“Obviously.”

Your eyes are the first thing he notices when you raise your head. They’re doey and soft and disarming. You’ve got that kind of look to you that reminds him of a love song; one of those old school radio ones that you hear in the car on the way to work but it’s stuck in your head throughout the day and you can’t stop singing it under your breath.

“You look like someone shit in your laptop and closed it.” You say.

The tendons in his jaw stress as you point your extended arm toward the door. “She’s in Nabuya’s lecture down the hall but, I don’t think she’s gonna talk to you with your face all twisted up like that.”

Sakusa quietly nods before turning his heel for the door.

It took two whole months of silently pining and bringing his sister pickled daikon for lunch to finally get you to agree to go out with him, and since then he’s been living on cloud nine.

“Oh-Ho!,” Atsumu grins. “And did charmin’ ol Omi put the work on her? ‘That it?”

He didn’t anticipate how dry the air would be on your first date so he wound up with a nosebleed that geysered for like a solid five minutes. “Yeah…”

“A’right, a’right, So… How is it that I’m just hearin’ about her now? I mean, from that phone call-“

“Let’s not talk about the phone call.”

Atsumu titters. And he seems genuinely happy to see his friend all settled down and loving someone so earnestly. He knows how difficult relationships can be for a high maintenance guy like him, and it’s refreshing to see his edges softened a little. He kicks his feet until he’s pressed against the headboard adjacent to Sakusa, smiling at him from across the way as he cradles a pillow against his chest.

“You should know that you’re safe to talk about yer personal life with us, Omi. It’s not like we were gonna tease ya too much about it.”

Sakusa blows out a short breath through his nose. “I know that. It’s just-…”

The way Sakusa softens up is quite honestly enough to make him start to blush. “____’s really special to me. So, I guess it’s hard to bring her up without getting touchy about feedback.”

Atsumu throws his head back a little. “Well, it’s flatterin’ that you’re bein’ so honest about it with me.”

“Don’t get used to it.”

He snorts as he rests his head on the headboard with a quiet thump!

And then he furrows.

Atsumu leans in to get a better look at his monitor. “Why ya lookin’ up purses?”

Sakusa hurriedly shuts his laptop.

Physical therapy

[the-flowerwolf]

Hogwarts legacy headcanons

While normal people go and socialize I wake up and think about ✨them✨

So there's some headcanons about my favourite Legacy Team (as I call them) for ya folks while I'm writing a really big fic about them. Careful, some of them are sad. And don't mind my poor grammar thanks.

Btw, collages are mine, feel free to use them💙

🐍Sebastian Sallow🐍

First off all, if you turn him in, I don't trust you

Literally a typical Slytherin

A nerd. Just a nerd.

Quidditch? Babe, the only sport for him is dueling

Felt absolutely helpless when his parents died. And that's why he's so protective. He just can't let anyone else die on his watch

Really is a small version of his father and proud of it

Believes that the end justifies the means

Hopeless flirt BUT a gentleman. Wouldn't do anything you don't like

And also most probably believes in true love

A proud bisexual

Everyone think that "he fucks everything that moves" but he's a virgin who "saves himself for the one and only"

As some fan said, he was probably born on 18th September. And it's a canon now.

A great friend but a terrible secret keeper, so for Merlin's sake, don't tell him ANYTHING

Knows how to braid hair into the most complex ways

Pro feminist! Treats women right and knows all important stuff thanks to his sis

🔥Natty Onai🔥

I'm sorry but she's so underrated and for what??

I believe she really respect traditions she were tought as a child

Her favourite holiday must be her birthday. All because it was the only day of the year when her parents forgot about all the dangers and sorrows and they just got together, spending the best time

Most probably will return to the homeland after Hogwarts

Is the only member of the team who play quidditch

(as a keeper ofc)

She's a lesbian idk dudes

A very honest girl who were raised to be a good person

So she just expects the same from others

A very competitive. But not like Imelda. Natty respects fair competition and knows how to honorably recognize a match

Although this does not mean that she will not destroy you to win

Is always cold poor thing

Religious bc I feel like it

Has mommy issues and don't tell me I'm wrong

Will definitely become the best auror one day

🌼Poppy Sweeting🌼

Her favourite holiday is Christmas lemme tell you that

Trust issues

She's trying her best to be gentle with every living being because she saw too much violence already

And that's why she thinks animals are better than people (agree)

She's definitely an INFP and I won't change my mind

Looks like a cinnamon roll but will kill you

A cliché but I feel like she's an excellent cook

Although she would LOVE to find someone to understand her (like us) she's totally okay with being on her own

Is into mind games like chess

But will go to see a quidditch game just to support Natty (and mc if they play)

Is always up to an adventure

Bullies? Girl grew up among killers, you really think she would care about some bullies?

I feel like she has the strongest personality in here. Doesn't matter what happens she will always stand straight while helping others

Is a cat person

Can't cry bc she was not allowed as a child

💚Ominis Gaunt💚

Just an innocent little boy let's be honest

He may look like he can kill you but he's just a cinnamon roll

Jokes about his blindness as a defence mechanism

Had a crush on both Sallow siblings at some point and I can't blame him

Saw a theory on tiktok that his patronus would be albino snake. CANON

Just wants to have a simple quiet life without any drama

Protective of his friends BUT is more protective of his boundaries

Don't mind his blindness he knows EXACTLY how to be a fashion icon

Another cliché: Omi can play piano

And it's the only thing his parents tought him that he loves. Playing helps him to calm down

Is very private, but as soon as he starts to trust you, he will immediately blurt out his life story, dreams, fears etc

Though he can't see an actual game, Omi likes to go on a quidditch game, because of the happy energy around him

Is sick most of the time for some reason. Cold, stomach ache or anything really

Also a nerd. But unlike Sebastian he's a fiction lover. Helps him to escape reality, especially in his family's house

Clingy with everyone he loves bc they make him feel safe

[euphoricimagination]

Secret Santa

It's Christmas Eve in my country, so i thought of doing a Christmas special with my 2 favorites Haikyuu characters. Merry Xmas!!

Sakusa

If there’s something that Sakusa dreads about Christmas season, apart from the cold, is whenever someone wants to do a secret Santa, and when he had to participate in it. Whenever his family or his high school team wanted to do it he groaned in frustration; he just never knew what to give others, always ended up in awkward situations because of them.

Once he entered the Jackals he thought he will be completely free of them, and it would have been that way if only Hinata had stay quiet.

“So who did ya got Omi-omi?” Atsumu ask him once in their locker room

“It’s call secret Santa for a reason, Miya, is a secret” he rolls his eyes ignoring the nickname that Miya keeps using. In his pocket he has the paper that he picked with your name on it, carefully folded to keep it safe. You had been the first person he got close to once entering the team, you were witty and patient, were able to calm Bokuto and Hinata down, keep Miya in lane; he, surprisingly, feels way too comfortable with you around.

“C’mon! Is no fun without telling others! Unless ya got me?!!”

“Thank god you aren’t. Now move, I’m leaving” he says moving away from the blonde one. Despite having a week to buy your present he was already trying to think what to give you. He remembers you mentioning a speaker that you saw, some hair treatment you read about, a book that you been wanting to buy. His mind was so busy that he didn’t see you in front of him.

“Hey Omi-kun, what’s wrong?” you ask

“Eh? Nothing”

“Suure, it’s just weird that you don’t pay to your surroundings” you add with a chuckle. He glares at you softly, not actually trying to intimidate you. He noticed that you were wearing a different lipstick, how did he knew you it was different? He didn’t know, but he did notice the difference “I like your lipstick”

“Thanks! I really like this one, I literally put it in the morning and it hasn’t move at all!” you said excitedly as you show him the product, he looks at the brand and quickly tries to remember it as both of you go out of the gym.

He has an idea now.

The week pass fast and soon enough everyone was gathering around to do the secret Santa thing on Christmas Eve. He wasn’t really paying attention, he would rather be anywhere else than hearing Atsumu rumble about the shoes that Hinata gift him. The only time he paid attention was when it was your time to give Bokuto his gift, he liked watching your reactions.

“Sakusa-san, is your turn” Hinata calls him, making him finally pay attention. He takes the big box he had behind his back, goes to the center of the group with what most will call an annoyed expression (he glares at Miya when he said to be excited) “My secret Santa is Yn”

“Me?” you stand up going beside him, which made his stomach twirl in a funny way. You look at the big box in between his hand, frowning in confusion “What the hell is this Omi? Why is it so big?”

“Just open it and find out” he says shortly, pulling his mask as he feels his face start to go red. You break the wrap off and find the many packs of the lipstick that you said you liked, in all the different colors they had

“Omi! You didn’t seriously buy all of this for me?”

“You say you liked it, of course I’ll buy them for you” he looks away, noticing his teammates smirks

“Omi-Omi, ya knew that the maximum was 15000 ¥, right?” Atsumu asks “would ya have spend that much if it was any of us?”

“Shut up Miya” he says blushing even more, he had completely forgotten about the money limit, the only thought on his head was to make you happy

“Leave him alone Tsum. Thank you Omi, you’re amazing” you hug him by the waist, and even though he tense up once he felt your arms, he didn’t take them of him “Are we done now? Is there anyone else left?” You ask still comfortably hugging him

“Yeah, we’re all set, so we all going to go now, right boys?” answers Meian making the team quickly taking their things and leaving, the fastest that you’ve ever seen them leave the place

“Anyways” you chuckle “do you want to go an eat something together? Unless you have something planned for Christmas Eve, of course”

“Sure, let’s go. I wanted to spend this evening with you anyway” he says without processing the words that came out of his mouth, quickly realizing the mistake “I mean, eh…I”

“Let’s go then” you smile taking his hand and pulling him out of the gym “I wanted to spend today with you too”

Kenma

The Nekoma team, for the first time ever, was having a Secret Santa for Christmas. In the many years that Nekomata has been in the school he never seen the teams do something like this; but then again, this team was much closer than the previous ones, mainly because of Kuroo, who clearly was the most excited.

Kenma, on the other hand, had mix emotions. He chose you as your secret Santa, but he didn’t knew if he should feel excited because of that, nervous because of you, annoyed at Kuroo for even suggesting this activity, or confused because of what to give you.

He wasn’t particularly sure as of why he was feeling this way towards you; he got to know you a lot better ever since you became the manager of the team, and admittedly he liked you better than all of his teammates, but he doesn’t understand the weird twists his stomach does lately whenever you were close to him.

However, he was extremely suspicious about Kuroo when he easily guess that he got you, almost as if he had plan to help him get you a gift from the beginning. But who was he to deny help when his friend seem so excited to help him?

He knew that you liked similar games than him, and even though you weren’t particularly amazing at them, you liked seeing him play; but Kuroo had other plans for his gift despite him not being your secret santa. He made him walk around the whole mall, showing him from necklaces to flowers, claiming that it has to be ‘romantic’ for some reason.

He was walking through the games section while Kuroo was buying his own gift when he saw it. A huge cat plushie. An while it was on the more expensive side, but something was calling him to buy it for you.

(Once Kuroo saw his best friend struggling to walk with he plush he burst out laughing, he knew that Kenma was whipped but not to this extend)

Finally the day of the exchange arrived, but Kenma being himself, decided to ignore everything Kuroo say about waiting until the end of practice.

“Yn, can you come with me for a sec?” he quietly ask you once break started

“Of course Ken, are you okay? You’re quite red” you ask him while walking outside, taking his hand to stop him and pressing your free one in his forehead “you don’t have any fever”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine” he looks away from your eyes, holding your hand tighter as he guides you to the gym. He doesn’t look at you the whole way there, effectively ignoring your confused expression “can you close your eyes for a second? I need to go and get it”

“Sure, but what is it? Secret Santa shouldn’t be until later”

“Don’t worry about it, just close your eyes”

“Fine, fine, I’ll do it” you close your eyes as he walks towards the changing room where the plush was waiting with a bow (which the team teased him for once they saw it). He struggled to get it out, putting it right in front of you once he did

“You can open them” he says out of breath. He sees you open your eyes, which go wide at the sight of the gift, making him go into a slight panic “I’m your secret Santa, this was very expensive so you better like it”

“Ken, this is so pretty” you say in awe, quickly going towards him and giving him a hug. It took him by surprise in the beginning, but he quickly hugs you back with a smile appearing, his heart beating faster than in any game he ever played “You’re so amazing, Kenma”

You kiss his cheek after saying that a bunch of emotions appearing in his body. He finally realized that you were more than a mere friend thanks to that kiss; how did he not notice while he was buying the expensive plush? He doesn’t know, but better late than never.

Sadly, he couldn’t escape the teasing from the rest of the team, especially since you made sure to brag about it and hug it whenever you could (which despite the embarrassment he was glad he saw you so happy).

Sure, he got made fun of that day, but he couldn’t care less since he finally ended up with you.

[tsumune]

12:32AM

featuring: sakusa kiyoomi

tags: fluff, bit of angst maybe. born out of the thought that a clingy omi is a very cute omi.

-

there is one surprising fact you learned about sakusa kiyoomi during your relationship.

it’s not that he hates carrots, but will eat carrot cake. it’s not that he tried ballet before getting into volleyball, and secretly wants to try it again. it’s not even that he actually doesn’t enjoy cleaning, he just feels compelled to do it.

it’s that he’s clingy, and needs reassurance.

you gently push open the door at 12:32AM. a gathering with your friends went a bit late, and you didn’t want to wake sakusa, but to your surprise, he was sat on the couch, waiting for you.

well, slumped on the couch.

the air smelled of alcohol and it was clear your boyfriend was not sober. the second he heard you call his name though, his head shot up.

“y/n..!”

you’ve never seen him drink alone at night, and your mind quickly races to all the terrible things that could’ve happened. did he get kicked off the team? maybe something happened with his family? you walk towards the couch, and before you could ponder anymore, sakusa launches himself into your arms.

you find yourself looking down into large, obsidian eyes, shiny with unshed tears. one of your hands immediately curls itself into his hair, and the other gently holds his face.

“what’s wrong omi?”

“do you still like me?”

you can’t help your mouth from falling open and eyebrows from furrowing. you stutter in disbelief, but sakusa whines and you immediately hold off on questioning in favour of telling him of course you did.

“omi, i love you the most in this whole world. of course i do, i always have and always will.” he lets out a sigh of relief and burrows his face deeper into your stomach.

“why do you ask though?” you ask as your fingers start tracing his moles. he never admits it but you know that he likes it when you do this.

sakusa looks up again, his usual inhibition no where in sight, instead replaced by a pink blush on his cheeks and a dilation of his pupils.

“t-this morning you showed me that scarf you worked hard on but messed up and i told you to just make a new one... i didn’t mean to be so cold... you looked so hurt and you didn’t talk to me before you left for work.”

you couldn’t hide the smile that slowly formed.

“omi.”

“..what?”

“you’re such a worrywart.”

“wha-“

“yes i was a bit upset this morning. i was really sad and i just wanted some sympathy, not the straightforward solution. but i wasn’t mad at you, and i’m sorry i walked out without saying bye. i’ll be more cautious of this. but i promise you that nothing like this will ever make me stop liking you, and if i was really upset i’ll tell you, okay?”

sakusa stares at you for a few seconds before pressing his face into your stomach again. you feel warm tears soak your shirt.

“okay. don’t scare me like that again.”

you can’t help but laugh again at the pouty tone the 6’4” man spoke with, but you made a mental note that sakusa kiyoomi was not as unbothered as he came off as. you’ll be sure to give him extra cuddles the next morning.

[dokifluffs]

You’re Safe | Sakusa Kiyoomi

Pairing: Kiyoomi X Reader (female) 

Genre: MAFIA!AU, dad and husbando tehe, fluffy, action? thriller??

Author’s Note: mafia 🤝 protective 🤝 domestic father figure 🤝 SAKUSA

Warnings: k*lling, blood, vivid imagery, LONG, language

gif from @rivaillerose​ 🖤

“Y/N,” a husky voice spoke your name, pulling you from your much needed rest as life of being a new mother had been challenging though so far, it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle

“Y/N, darling.”

You groaned in your sleep, not wanting to wake, to leave the warmth that you were so comfortable laying in

The edge of the bed shifted as a weight sat down beside you, making your body move toward the person

You brought yourself to open your eyes as heavy as they were, your vision clearing to find your husband sat beside you, his mask pulled down to his chin

The room was gloomy and gray though the curtains were open, not a bit of sunlight shining through as he looked down to you with gentle eyes

Despite his softer side with you, he was still the head of the clan - and his appearance matched him as well

He donned a black wool overcoat with the same colored turtleneck and mask

“What is it, Omi?” You asked sleepily as he cupped your cheek with his black gloved hand

His black gloves were always an accessory he had on him, whether he was wearing them or not

He had a thing with germs but he also saw no need to get his hands dirty when his men were always there to do the job for him

You nuzzled your face into his touch, very tempted to fall asleep holding him close but as your mind woke up more and more, you remembered what today was

What he had to do, where he had to go

“I’m leaving soon.. I’ll be back in a few days..” he whispered as he moved a strand of your hair from your face

You wanted to pretend you didn’t hear these words, that he never told you he had to leave or when he did

A part of you wished he left without telling you but an even greater part was so grateful that he woke you

“Do you really have to go again?” You squeezed his gloved hand as you sat yourself up straighter

“You know how my father is... He wants to make sure things are... under control.. I promise I’ll be back in two days.”

The way he spoke, the words fell so effortlessly from those lips, his voice low and cutting through the space yet he spoke at a volume as if he was telling you a great secret

“You said that last time and he kept you with him for a couple weeks...” you thought back to that time

You were seven months pregnant, almost eight, at the time and it was like he fell off the face of the earth

You couldn’t go anywhere or do anything but reside in the manor and you couldn’t even talk to him

You were alone again

“Don’t go...”

the nights in bed alone, the cramps, emotional rollercoasters, motion sickness, nausea

You at least wished he could have called you

The nightmares you had, the worst case scenarios playing in your head until you woke up with tears streaming down your face, only for you to cry yourself silently back to sleep as fear pooled and plagued you from within

He could see the sadness in your eyes and he could remember vividly the mental torture he was put under

No communication to you and all he could at most to see you was through the hidden cameras all connected to his phone  

Even checking in on you had to be done in secret, all to make sure that he was strong enough to continue on the family business even if he had to lose you or be away for unpredictable amounts of time

It was unbearable then and it was still unbearable now

He never asked to grow up into the business of the underworld, let alone take it over from his father at the prime age of 20 four years ago

He never wanted your life to be taken away when you two had already been together when he was recruited

“I’m sorry, darling, but you know I have to,” he sighed. “You know how my father is.” He cupped your cheek and kissed your temple then lips before he stood

“Am I going to lose you?” Your voice broke the silence, breaking through the white sound of the downpour outside

But you had stopped your question early

“Am I going to lose you today? Tomorrow? One day?”

He stood frozen in his place before he could reach for the knob

“No, Y/N. You won’t.” His eyes paused for a bit on you as he thought about his response, the fatigue of being a mother was already showing. “I’ll be able to call you this time and I’m the head now. The only title my father has to me now is father.”

“You won’t.” He stepped back over to you leaned down to kiss you again. “Not today at least…”

“I’ll call you at supper time, darling. Have a good day.”

You did your best to hold onto his hand as long as you could, to remember his touch, his voice, his scent, the way he looked before he walked out those doors

Because some days or nights, you never truly know if you would ever see him again

And it terrified you

The sound of the rain only seemed to get more intense now that he was gone and you were here

But now your day was beginning now that you were awake

You slipped out of the king sized bed, leaving the warmth you had slept in as the soft carpet at your feet, your toes sinking into the fibers

Brushing your teeth, showering in the grand bathroom of the manor, it was a life you surely never expected but here you were

Kiyoomi’s father and his entire family had built their name from nothing to the global known corporation that it was today

You dried your body off, finding what to wear today through the walk in closet and once that was found, it was breakfast

“Good morning, madam, shall I bring you your breakfast to the master suite?” Your right hand maid had greeted you as you stepped out as she carried the laundry with her

“Oh, thank you, Olivia, but I’ll head down to the kitchen after waking D/N,” you smiled to the older maid that had worked for the Sakusa family for decades

All the staff that worked and lived in the estates on the property outside of the manor were trained security, men and women, whose jobs were to protect the main family, to serve them, and to keep others who would pose a threat away and out, even if it meant killing them

But you always tried not to think or wonder about how many people these staff have killed or beat up or anything whenever you interacted with them, especially when they greeted you with a smile

They were there to protect you and to make sure that nothing and no would would ever harm your life

You stepped into the nursery, the wide room decorated with warm lights and stuffed animals, some more than twice the size of your daughter

“Hi,” you smiled so brightly seeing your baby’s eyes already open, looking up to you as she sat in her crib, holding onto her blankie. “Good morning precious,” you lowered the front gate of the crib so you could kneel down to her level

Sakusa sat in the limousine as he watched the scene of you and your daughter in the nursery, wishing he could just turn the car around and to stay home

Things were in balance, he knew this already but his father’s orders were orders he still had to respect

He clicked off his phone, tucking the device into his pocket as he was to be in the car for quite a bit of time before he would get to his father’s

The biggest smile spread on her face as she laughed seeing you, her bubbliness seeming to make all the gloominess disappear

“Let’s get you changed~” you chimed as you lifted the baby girl into your arms, getting a whiff of her heavy diaper and finding an outfit for her day 

“Olivia?” You called into the custom intercom by the nursery’s closet, though there was practically one in every room

“Yes, madam?”

“Sorry for troubling you, but could you actually bring breakfast for D/N and I up to the upstairs loft? You could even send it up the dumbwaiter and that’s fine too.”

“Of course, would you like the usual?”

“Yes please, thank you.”

You carried your little girl toward the upstairs loft, one of your favorite areas of the house since it was significantly smaller - well almost - than the living room downstairs

The loft didn’t extend all the way downstairs like how the ground floor’s living room ceiling extended to the second floor

More than ten thousand square feet of property, more rooms in the manor than you knew what to do with them

Four guest bedrooms with full bathrooms, a grand study and two story “little” library, two main bedrooms in addition to the master bedroom and a nursery

So much space, all sorts of technologies, gadgets and gizmos of all sorts in the house

All the systems in the house was made by the Sakusa corporation to ensure security

This even included your and Kiyoomi’s custom made phones

There was also the basement- all sorts of fun activities to be done: a pool, pool table, living room area that opened up to the backyard with the bar and barbecue, the fire pit

and finally, there was the cellar that was the only place Kiyoomi had requested that you never go - and you never did 

You knew that look in his eye, that tone of voice and you knew he had requested this for your best

And most importantly, there were three safe rooms, all three upstairs with hidden entryways to protect you, official guests, and anyone in the family

Before you knew it, Olivia had made her way upstairs with the breakfast as you played with your daughter in the loft, bouncing her on your lap sat on the wide couch

The loft was brightly lit and open, toys of all types for your daughter to play with as the TV played the morning kids show

As filled as the house was with the special staff and things to do, it still felt so lonely and empty as you sat there

You had tried to chat and converse with them but they never loosened up, always keeping all the formalities but it was never any use

The storm outside seemed to be getting worse as your eyes gazed to the horizon, spotting the trees at the edge of the estate where all their branches had been swaying in the wind, the paler, underside of their leaves revealed

Thunder began to rumble in the distance with the occasional flash of lightning but both unbothered your daughter and you as the two of you remained in the loft  

You watched as she rolled about on a blanket, playing with her stuffed animals and the other interactive toys that played music to keep her entertained while you watched the TV, finding nothing remotely as entertaining to watch

But just before you could change the channel to yet another disappointing channel, your attention was pulled to your phone vibrating beside you, your eyes lighting up as you saw the caller ID

“You seem so bored,” Kiyoomi’s deep voice sounded through the phone but he spoke the truth

You were tired and bored but you didn’t want to sleep - it would only make you unable to sleep later tonight anyways

“I am,” you sighed as you muted the TV. “How far out have you gone?”

“Actually, not too far. Only about half an hour since there was a major accident on the highway so we had to take a detour. But traffic is terrible so we were stuck for quite a bit before we could actually exit,” Sakusa almost groaned thinking about the terrible accident

How he was stuck in a single place for practically twenty minutes

“Wow, do you know what happened?”

“Well there was a…” his voice drowned out in your ears as you could hear something that didn’t sound like rain or thunder - they were too distinctly different

Loud bangs echoed in the distance, bringing your attention elsewhere though all you could look was outside the wall window to the dark skies  

But you couldn’t see anything except the normal background of the property but it was just silent again with the white noise of rain washing down the glass, followed by thunder and a flash of lightning as the storm brewed closer and closer

“I’m sorry what? I missed what you said... I think I heard… something weird..” you spoke as you looked outside the windows that looked to the back of the property

You could hear echoes of movement downstairs, the bustling business of the special staff in the house but it sounded standard... or so you thought

“What did you hear?”

“..I don’t know.. maybe it was the storm and I’m just distracted...” you smiled into the phone as you spoke while your daughter happily crawled to you, laying her head on your legs, her puffy cheeks round as ever

“Well, you two were my only source of entertainment so far this trip,” the corner of his lips curled as he picked off small specks off his suit

“That makes one… of us-“ your thought died out in a matter of seconds

You heard louder, clearer bangs while the staff that had been stationed with you just outside the loft talked over their ear coms to another elsewhere

Before you could continue your sentence or call, the bangs only got louder and your body reacted faster than you could say or think

Clear gunshots began firing at the front entrance, echoing off the high walls and ceilings of the manor while the staff worked on securing the doors and all other entrances and possible ones

“Y/N?” Sakusa could only hear the subtle commotion happening but it was clear you weren’t on the phone. “Shit shit shit..” he stayed on the line as he changed to the security cameras he had access to he used to watch you and your guys’ daughter

Looking through the camera surveillance, he caught a glimpse of you disappearing with your phone in hand while your arms carried your daughter as you disappeared toward the bedroom

“Turn back now,” Kiyoomi howled as his driver did just that, not wasting a single second

You ran into the master suite’s walk in closet that led to the entryway of one of the safe rooms, your baby girl in your arms as she held on to you  her whines already beginning before they would turn into cries

“Shh, it’s okay, baby, mama’s gonna protect you,” you smiled, whispering, your voice already shaky, lips trembling as you pressed a little kiss to the top of her head. “Even if it costs my life, precious.”

You moved, leaving the master suite and stayed low as you walked across the “bridge” that connected the loft to the other half of the house

Peeking down, you could hear groans of agony, puddles and splashes of of blood on the floor and walls, empty bullet shells on the ground, shards of glass and broken windows

“Search the house, find that bitch,” a deep voice yelled through the manor as for the first time since the loud bangs happened, it sounded so still, like any normal rainy day

But this was far from normal

You crawled across the marble flooring toward the library

There wasn’t any safe room here but the safe rooms were sure to be where they would look, whoever they were

They were able to get through the security, it seemed like the staff was dead

You silently stood as they scoured the lower levels - you could hear them and all the destruction they were havocking

The cars outside the window blurred into mere colors that passed as the limousine sped through the roads back towards the manor

To save time, they went toward the back roads — it was just the slightest bit longer but time could be shaved down since there were no cars anywhere

“Step on it!” Sakusa commanded as his men readied themselves. “Call in Unit 0,” he demanded as he kept his eyes on the cameras, trying to find you yet he couldn’t see you in the master suite’s safe room

Unit 0 being one of the few very highly trained professional assassins and killers who were at the disposal of the Sakusa family whenever needed

He scoured through the cameras, not even caring about all the destruction being done, all he needed to see was where you and your daughter were

You carefully entered the library, shutting the door behind you as you walked over the wooden floors carefully

Every step made your palms sweaty but your heart stopped after hearing a loud creak in the old floors

The worst part was that there was no way to lock the doors

outside of the door, you couldn’t hear too much but you could still clearly hear the storm as a great big window stretched from the floor to ceiling so all the lighting in here was natural

There was something about the walls surrounding the library that made it sound proof in a sense

You constantly bounced your baby girl in your arms to keep her calm as you tried to get a look outside as you approached one of the corners toward the window

“Search upstairs,” one of the men demanded as a handful of men ran upstairs. “Find her.”

The scoured through all the rooms, flipping every room apart, destroying things, tearing the curtains off, flipping the beds, wrecking the nursery

You peeked out the window that faced the front of the manor yet all you could see were broken things and to your horror, more lifeless bodies of the manor’s staff

But before you could look out any longer, a large rock was launched at the window, breaking the glass, shattering it

Your baby girl let out a loud cry in fear, making your heart drop

“No, D/N, shhhh, please, it’ll be okay, we’ll be okay.” You quickly pulled open the latch to the library’s hidden passage where the door was one of the bookcases

As soon as you closed the bookcase, you heard the door to the library burst open

Several men, guns ready

You scanned your finger print for the room to be safely locked however it wouldn’t let you. All you could do to make sure the room was locked was to see your body to keep the door shut and still

They walked through the wide open doorway to the library scanning the two open floors that was connected by two black steel staircases that wound their way up and down, connecting the two floors

“Shh, please,” you whimpered to your daughter as she cried into your chest as you stayed by the passage’s door so you could look out the peephole

They pulled books off the shelves, throwing them from the second level to the first, knocking the paintings off the walls, ripping them by sliding their knives through the canvas’, kicking them, breaking the frames

The ground shook as you heard a a loud boom, making you jump in your spot, the ground rumbling and shaking below where you sat

It sounded like a bomb went off on the lower level but you assumed it was the cars in the garage since you could hear the repeating alarm sounding off

Your daughters cries began to start back up at the loud noise, as you did your best to shush her

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you whispered to her as you wiped her tears, keeping her face to your chest as you stroked your trembling hand down her back as tears trickled down your cheeks and dripped off your chin

The limousine slid on the gravel outside the manor as Sakusa’s men sprang to action from the vehicle

Kiyoomi stayed in his seat, continuously scouring through the cameras but you were yet to be found

He couldn’t find a single trace of you

His men, as well as unit 0, entered through the blown open entrance, broken shards of glass crunching beneath their steps as they surrounded the estate the best they could, splitting up to eliminate the intruders

“Where are you, Y/N?” His heart hammered in his chest as he desperately tried to find you yet nothing

But before he could look any further, his heart dropped seeing the red system failure message. Whoever these people were, they were impressive, but not fast enough

Kiyoomi now meant business now that he had no access to actually see if you were okay

He ran out of the limousine as gunshots could be heard all throughout the house as half his men made their way to the upper level while the other half wiped out the intruders on the lower level

He followed behind unit 0, making their way upstairs

He clung onto his gun tightly in his hand, finger ready on the trigger as he barged into the master suite, firing two bullets into the chest and head of a large man as he was pillaging the closets

All the precious jewelry he bought for you were now stained in the pool of the filthy blood of the man who had the audacity to enter the premises

His heart almost dropped seeing him in the closet in the first place but it didn’t seem like the man noticed the entrance to the safe room behind the clothes on the hangers

As he pushed the luxurious wardrobe aside opening the door and to his fear, you were nowhere to be seen

More gunshots sounded off, echoing through the halls, sounding off the walls

He couldn’t focus, his thoughts incoherent, unfinished sentences running in his head as he just ran, killing those in his way to find you

A gun war was going off throughout the library as Sakusa’s men fired at the intruders on both levels but they had great firepower too

Both sides hid behind the marble pillars, the different bookshelves and furniture in the room as the rain showered in

Your baby girl cried loudly, her shaken cries sounding off throughout the passage

“No, no, no, please, baby.” Your heart raced as you dared to look out the peephole, only for it to drop as you saw a man you didn’t recognize yell something to another man near him

The man he yelled to fired more shots while the other one approached the passage entrance, banging noises coming through the bookshelf

“She’s in here! Hold them off!” The man yelled

“No, no, no.” Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to keep the door closed but there was no actual way to since this was just a simple passageway

Your daughter cried loudly in your arms while you gave it your all to keep the door closed

Amongst all the shots being fired, Kiyoomi heard the words the man yelled and then it clicked

He knew where you were

“No.” This one word repeated in his head as he pushed through the front, racing past the bullets being shot towards him as he ran on pure adrenaline

“Boss, no!” His men yelled but this only got the intruders to focus on him, giving them the opening to shoot them all

Kiyoomi shot the man closer to him in the legs before letting his body move on pure killer instinct as he grabbed the man who had fallen to his knees by his jaw, snapping his neck

The other man changed his focus to Kiyoomi as he stood to his feet while the other struggled to pull his gun from his holster

Kiyoomi towered over him as his body moved on his own

He kicked the man to the wall, pressing the barrel of his gun to the man’s chin, pulling the trigger without a second thought

You squeeze your eyes shut, facing the other way from the door, bracing yourself

“I love you. Mama loves you, baby,” you whispered as you cried, a loud rumbling filling your ears as you felt the door being forced open

This was it

You were going to die

Your daughter was doing to die

you let out a blood curtling scream feeling the hands of whoever grab onto you, pulling you, kicking your legs to try to fight 

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!” Kiyoomi’s familiar voice sounded louder and louder over the rumbling you heard in your ears from clenching and bracing your body and your daughter’s

“It’s me, It’s just me!” He soothed you as he turned you

You couldn’t explain or even begin to describe the relief you felt wash through your body, your heart racing and slowing down at the same time as you broke down, your cries mixing with your daughter’s

“You’re safe, I’m here,” Kiyoomi pulled you into his arms, your body shaking terribly in his arms as you cried into his chest, all the fear you felt flooding your senses

“I know, I’m sorry this happened, but you’re okay. Everything will be okay,” he whispered as he pulled you into his lap, keeping the passage door somewhat closed

You were already put through enough today and he didn’t need you to see the second degree murder crime scene he had committed right outside

“I’m here, I’m here.” He reached up and pulled his mask off as he kissed the top of your head all over, wiping away your tears with his thumbs but you couldn’t stop crying

But that was entirely fine

“But Y/N,” he held your face in his bare hands, his normal gloves off as he stroked his thumb over your cold, damp cheeks

“Why didn’t you go into the safe rooms, darling?” His own voice was unsteady, his lips quivered, eyes teary. “I looked for you and I couldn’t find you and I thought I lost you..” His voice broke off as he gathered himself the best he could, taking deep breaths

Seeing Kiyoomi like this, it broke your heart even more

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what… I was just scared and- and-“ It hurt you so much

Everything about today did

But just this moment was Kiyoomi, it also touched you

He was such a stoic man, usually one to show a softer, affectionate side with you but this was the first time you saw him shed tears

A man who had taken so many lives was now showing his true emotions for the two lives he would give his own live for a hundred times over if it meant you and your daughter was okay

“I know, I know, but you’re safe,” he let out a deep, relieving breath as he hugged your head closer, your body shaking uncontrollably in his arms

“And hey, shhh, it’s okay baby. Papa’s here.” He stroked your daughter’s head as she sort of calmed down as the two of you sat together, doing your best as parents to shoo away her sadness while his men did their best to first and foremost clear the bodies and blood

You absolutely did not need to see that after today

“You two are both safe.” He breathed as he pulled you two impossibly closer, letting the shakiness of his own heart disperse  

“You’re safe…”

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[kageyuji]

shortening his name except he thinks you called him another guy’s name

⤷ oikawa, bokuto, atsumu, suna, mattsun ; [gn!reader]

GENRE/WARNINGS: comfort(?), angst if you squint hard enough, mild swearing

NOTES: i will literally offer my hand in marriage if you reblog. and thank you to @/sugawaaras for giving me the idea for mattsun’s <33

━━ OIKAWA

even though he tried to be confident, in reality, his self confidence sat on a throne built from things he told himself in the mirror and compliments he never believed

so its not a surprise that his first reaction just... isn’t one. he’ll stop and replay it over and over again in his head to make sure he’d heard you correctly

and then his heart breaks — it actually hurts him, makes him feel like he can’t breath, and before he even knows it theres tears in his eyes

of course, he knows you’re never supposed to let the reason you’re crying see you crying

so he attempts to act like he’s more annoyed than that he just had his heart just obliterated

it’s not a secret though. through the pain in his eyes, anyone can see the shattered remnants of what was once his heart

“ru, can you grab my phone for me?” you called to your boyfriend from the couch, remembering that you’d left your phone in the other room.

it was quiet for a moment; not long enough for you to ask if he was okay, but long enough that the silence was odd. you heard heavy footfalls again, then saw oikawa standing just inside the room with a clear look of betrayal on his face.

“what?” you asked him, wondering if he was kidding around. you hadn’t done anything, there was no reason why he’d actually be upset with you.

as he stepped closer to you, you could see the tears whelling up in his eyes, and you were left to wonder what was wrong.

“what’s wrong? tooru, hey, are you ok?” your voice was much softer when you spoke this time. your heart dropped when you saw him step back at your step forward.

“so now you can call me by my name?” you think his voice was meant to be low and hostile, but in his struggle not to cry it came out strangled and cracked.

“what did... do you mean ‘ru?”

“yes! who the hell is that? if you wanted to-“

“no no, babe, your name is tooru. the last syllable of your name is ru. it’s just a shortening of your name, not someone else’s.”

you watched his lips form a smile and he let out something like a laugh, seemingly at his own confusion, and then the tears finally fell.

he’d walked into your arms soon after, with his arms wrapped tightly around you and his face buried in the crook of your neck

“sorry... sorry for not trust- trusting you, i just-” his sentence was cut through with sharp breaths and hiccups, and then finally stopped with your own voice.

“it’s alright, i didn’t mean to scare you. we can cuddle if you want, hm?”

he was already struggling to keep himself from fully breaking down. but when one of your hands came up to pet his hair, a whine left him — you think it was supposed to be an ‘mhm’ to your offer — and his hands gripped tightly at your shirt, his arms around you getting tighter.

━━ BOKUTO

he doesn’t miss a beat, immediately looking up at you to wonder if he’d heard you correctly

it’s just a small spike of anxiety at first, but the more he lets the foreign name resonate with him, the more it makes him worry

he has to build up the courage to ask you who the other guy is, because he can’t do it right away, he’s way too nervous

he looks so sad as well, puppy dog eyes looking at you, seemingly just slightly worried

unbeknownst to you, his heart is pounding in is chest and with each passing second, it runs the risk of shattering

“‘taro!” your voice was a giggle as he left little kisses all over you. they weren’t nearly enough to leave hickeys, just little pecks across your face, your neck, your chest.

as soon as the name left your lips though, he stopped, golden eyes snapping up to look at you with a pain you’d never seen in them before.

you could tell he was definitely upset about something, but you had no idea what it could be. hell, the way he looked at you, it was almost as though you were the reason.

of course, you were unaware that bokuto’s first thoughts went to rintaro, middle blocker from the famed inarizaki. suddenly he was thinking of every time you’d ever spoken about the team, said how many fan girls they had, how many games they’d won.

he wanted to say something. he really wanted to ask what you’d meant. but the words seemed caught in his throat.

it wasn’t long before he couldn’t take it though, and he pushed the words out, despite the alarms going off in his head and his heart immediately jumping to his throat.

“who is ‘taro?” you didnt think you’d ever heard him sound so small. so timid, so close to his voice cracking with the tears he was holding back, so... scared.

“you? who else? i can call you kou if you’d prefer that though. you don’t have to look so upset.”

bokuto smiled then, relaxing the weight on his arms enough so he was on top of you. he supported himself enough not to crush you, but there was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than to be held by you.

━━ ATSUMU

he liked to consider himself a tough guy. he liked to.

but there were times whenever his support fell, leaving his world to crumble in his hands, slipping through his fingers no matter how hard he tried to hold it all together

and when thought he heard a guy’s name that isn’t his own come from you, it felt just like one of those times

he was asking what you’d meant before his mind could even properly register your words

and by that point he didn’t care enough to replay the name in his head, his mind already caught up looking for the things he’d done wrong, the things he hadn’t done.

“oh, ‘umi, if you want to we can go to th-”

“what the hell?”

it surprised you how much venom laced his words, despite the fact that you’d done nothing wrong. the thought that he was being sarcastic or joking with you crossed your mind, but atsumu wasn’t exactly the best actor.

he couldn’t fake the look on his face, couldn’t fake how his heart had seemingly stopped just from the look in his eyes.

“what do you mean?” your voice was soft when you spoke now, no longer so nonchalant.

he lips pressed into a thin line and he set his jaw in frustration. it took him taking a deep breath to finally say, “you called me ‘omi.’ if you like-”

“tsumu.”

“no, i heard you, you called me omi. if- if theres...” he never finished his sentence. there was already a lump in his throat and he knew that if he were to say anything more, he’d cry.

“no, no. i called you umi. like your name just a little bit different.”

his face was drawn in a look on confusion. his eyes studied you, trying to look for any sign of you lying. but he trusted you, of course he trusted you.

he came over to hug you, his arms wrapped tightly around you. you heard him sniff, but you knew he’d deny crying if you asked him.

“i love you,” his voice made him sound so small, it was a level of weak and vulnerable you’d not seen from him.

“i love you too.”

━━ SUNA

the words “stay calm” had never been repeated in his head to himself so much

well, it was more like a string of curse words with “stay calm” thrown in occasionally, but he’d never felt so scared

the look on his face is annoyed at first, but it quickly starts to shift into one with a little more worry

he’s terrified, in all honesty. but he’s already told himself he’s not going to let you see that

“taro, can we stop by a corner store on the way home? i need something.”

your voice had been so calm. so why did it feel like his heart had just been ripped out of his chest?

he knew you hadn’t meant to. but why you’d even slipped and call him by another name in the first place worried him. it took him only a few seconds for his mind to land on bokuto koutarou.

bokuto koutarou, one of the top aces.

“well fuck you too i guess.” his tone may have been confused with one of anger at first, but you could tell that wasnt it. anger is a secondary emotion, you knew in reality he was hurt.

the only problem is, you didn’t know what. from his words you knew it was something you’d done. but there was nothing that came to mind.

“sorry? what did i do?”

suna hesitated for only a second before asking why you’d called him by another name. he took a deep breath immediately after speaking, your silence only breaking his heart more. as though it wasn’t already destroyed.

but your silence was born from shock and confusion, not being caught like suna had assumed.

“taro. like rintarou. like your name. who else would i be talking about?”

“uhm. koutarou? i don’t know, forget about it.” he’d never felt like a bigger jackass before; he never swore at you.

you smiled a little at his words and walked over to hug him. he hummed at that and pressed a small kiss to your temple, then buried his face into the crook of your neck.

“i didn’t mean to-”

“it’s ok, rin.”

━━ MATTSUN

he had to stop for a moment to let it sink in before he could react

after that there were too many emotions rushing through him to do anything for another few moments

in fact, his silence coupled with the distant, betrayed look on his face was somewhat unsettling

it takes him longer than he would like to question you, but it’s because he’s already preparing to collect his shattered heart after one of his worst fears becomes true

“why are you here?” mattsun heard iwaizumi’s voice and he smiled a little to himself, knowing that he must have been talking to you.

he’d been waiting for you all day, it seemed like forever since he’d last seen you. the only thing he wanted right now was to hold you.

“oh, i’m here to see ‘kawa!” you said happily. mattsun could hear the smile in your voice without even seeing you.

you were here for oikawa. of course you were here for starboy oikawa tooru, of course your boyfriend was just a stepping stone.

he was still frozen when you rounded the corner. the look on his face was concerning, you couldn’t remember the last time — if there ever was one — he’d looked absolutely terrified, the last time he looked so hurt.

“mattsun... are you ok?”

he didn’t answer you. it took him a few moments before he could finally speak, and even then his voice was different than it usually was. it was... pained? betrayed? whatever it was, you knew it wasn’t mattsun.

“did you really come here just to see oikawa? what happened to me being your boyfriend?”

it took you a few moments to try and understand what he was talking about. you’d never said that. hell, you always came for mattsun, not once had you ever spared oikawa a thought.

“no, babe. i said ‘kawa’, as in matsukawa.”

he seemed to melt at your words. that expression disappeared from his face, his body untensing. he moved to pull you into his arms, holding you close to himself with a desperation he’d not had before.

him thumb rubbed soothing circles on your back. you could tell he wanted to say something. but then he stopped right before the words left him, instead opting to make a joke to lift the mood.

“good, i was about to kick oikawa’s ass.”

“...we were having a moment.”

[illuminiscentboba]

HQ CHARAS DURING RAMADAN AS MUSLIMS !!

feat: shoyo, kiyoko, nishinoya, tanaka, kageyama, sugawara & smaller hcs with kuroo & kenma & omi & motoya

a/n: thought it might be fun to do some hcs on things hq charas would do if they were Muslim & I included meanings to words so that nonmuslims could understand things too :)) they’re all fun and chaotic and I’m glad to contribute to the moderately dead tag “Muslim hcs”

HINATA gets hungry quick into the day but is very determined and tries to hide it, even after his stomach grumbles in class sometimes 💀- he's also super eager to get rewards (improve himself) and keeps a pocket-sized Kitab (Quran) on him and reads it on his breaks and whenever he can. he gets so soft when people wish him "Ramadan Mubarak!" (teary-eyed, genuinely touched) & argues with people who question another person's faith.

KIYOKO would highkey keep a tisbah/tusbah on her and reciting dhikr under her breath as she does classwork/lunch or independent work one of those really pretty ones (a pic of it the pics above with the beads) & she has a prayer mat that she keeps in the storage room in the gym so she can pray before practice, i feel like no one would even notice that she's fasting until days into Ramadan where they're going home and Daichi offers her some meatbuns and she goes "Oh, I'm fasting." but take it home to break her fast with later. her henna always looks amazing every year and she does it herself with a henna stencil at home, though when yachi and her became friends, yachi comes over and they do it together.

SUGAWARA says dhikr before serving like a quick “subhanallah, alhamdulkilah, or astaghfirallh,” and celebrates when he does a good toss/serve after saying it. Suga also tells those scary jinn stories and terrify the rest of karasuno w them LMAOO Suga who can also read people like a book and asks the team to say wallah when he thinks their lying (this has caught noya & tanaka a few times ngl) can't hide anything from suga & he watches those eating channels/mukbang videos

  Naurrr bc I feel like NOYA would b so heartbroken to find out that the brand of jellybeans he was eating acc had gelatin and is haram and feel like a fake muslim and tanaka would comfort him like “Issok at least u said bismillah” 😭😭 but also ask for forgiveness w him and for noya bc he is kind like that- oh and noya is someone I think would be like admired by youngsters for keeping up with prayers, getting good deeds, etc. and he always pushes himself to do more prayers every Ramadan for Tarawih and can actually do a lot without breaking a sweat. Noya is also an early bird and so I can see him vid calling the others to tell them to wake up,,,more than an hour before the eating period ends 💀

I feel like TANAKA sometimes makes late-night prayers for everyone in his life like esp after those movies where he’s hooked and his fav chara dies and he wonders what would happen if his besties die and then starts praying for the entire world tho pretends to b asleep when saeko checks on him

  KAGEYAMA would also be really eager to get in good deeds and competes with hinata about it LMAO, I also feel like kags would b more ahead of Hinata in the Quran and would be glowing when daichi asks him to lead the prayer (hinata is so jealous but turns the jealousy into determination so that he’ll get asked to lead the prayer too 🥺✨) He tries to hold back on going off on Hinata when he messes up during Ramadan and its the funniest thing ever, imagine him trying his best to hold it and hina does one more dumb thing and the man collapses- I feel like hina is so smug too, waiting for him to get bullied but just wait until eid. hinatas days are numbered. oh and sometimes he forgets he’s fasting and buys a milk carton & then gives it to an intimidated first year who is afraid of this tall, looming figure offering them milk-

I’m convinced that KUROO and KENMA'S moms get their sons to drop off some iftar food (food to break their fast with when the fast ends) at each other’s houses often and that suhoor/sehri kenma (basically early morning Kenma) is not to be messed with, Kenma is either half asleep or pondering murder with little to no in-between

  MOTOYA and OMI being mosque besties and also regulars. omi would highkey be anxious sitting by himself and off to the side, looking super awkward until he sees motoya who plops beside him & chats animatedly catching up with him and all even tho he saw him just a few days ago. Motoya is a social butterfly and all the other kids know him and even some parents.

I have more w mattsun, oiks & a few others, would y’all b interested in a part 2? 💛