#you see 'ojiro' on kitas back you know why

[osamusbigtits]

said this in the tags of a post, but I'll say it here: kita is a hoodie thief

[angelkiyo]

haikyuu characters as romance tropes + songs in my playlist ❀

a/n - this was a thought i needed to get out..! i love music n i love haikyuu soooo. i also did a series similar to this but w actual one shots but tbh compiling them is smarter ngl. totally fw the spotify linked in my nav btw :0 — unedited drabble/thought piece

——“ they just can't reach her, princesita inalcanzable / le rompieron el cora, pero nunca se la perdió" (igual que un angel, 2023) - after years being your friend, getting friend-zoned for so long and finally getting a chance to date you, they're whipped and put you on a pedestal. they know all that you've gone through regarding relationships and would want nothing but your happiness. they're the immense green flag you need and would treat you with nothing but respect, sending you notes in class, and making you little bento boxes filled with their cooking, sending small poems that remind them of you but then again, you deserve it. you're as sweet as sugar and in their eyes, you're an angel on earth. they don't know when their feelings for you started, but when they finally confessed to you, it was the happiest they've felt. you've been their “other half” for so long that all your mutual friends have been telling you to get together, so imagine your friends' reaction when they see you and them on a date one random day, hand in hand and with your head on their shoulder as the two of you sat waiting for the bus back to your place.

best friends to lovers : kageyama tobio, BOKUTO KOTARO, ojiro aran, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, SHIMIZU KIYOKO

——"only like myself when im with you / nobody gets me like you” (nobody gets me, 2022) - both of you strive for excellence, only really wanting to achieve the best academically and on the court during gym class. it's obvious how strong your rivalry with him is, that even your friends jokingly tell you "just kiss already" when you already do. the two of you would be taking little secret rendezvous when you're supposed to be studying to be at the top of your class and staying up after his volleyball practice when everyone leaves. it felt thrilling as no one knew about your relationship (after constantly bragging that you didn't need a significant other). but once your grades began to slip, you couldn't risk losing the source of validation you've gotten to know for so long. you still had your ego and your pride to maintain, and he understood. he understood more than anyone which is why you felt yourself so emotionally attached to him. leading the both of you to enter an almost endless cycle of attempting a secret relationship while also trying to achieve validation from academic success.

rivals to lovers (and rivals again) : shirabu kenjiro, KITA SHINSUKE, tsukishima kei, sakusa kiyoomi, KUROO TETSURO

——"i burn for you / and you don't even know my name" (close to you, 2024) - after accidentally adding them on social media from quick add (due to mutuals from school), you find yourself in a predicament. you're from the same school and know of them, but know that you have never talked to them. you've never even interacted with them at all in real life. though, for the past few weeks, they're earned themselves the title of a talking stage, staying up until 3 in the morning sometimes, just to talk to you. you two would play valorant or whatever video game you’ve been wanting to play and last hours on video call, sharing playlists and being mutuals on everything. although, talking for so long caused him to be a little bold, flirting with you a bit. you're in different classes yet every time you have a break in class, you talk to them, sending snaps of what you do and so does he. so when you finally have your first date in person, you panic and in all honesty, he does too. what if you two don't get along? what if you thought he was weird? your first thought was that he's very handsome, that's for sure. though, it felt that all you really needed was to just talk as you've gotten past the digital barrier and had natural chemistry in real life.

online love : kozume kenma, SUNA RINTARO, miya atsumu, TENDO SATORI, terushima yuji

——"no one's ever good enough / i want a love like i've seen in the movies" (like the movies, 2021) - you met them at a barnes and noble during a regular day after school. you’ve always been a hopeless romantic, longing for love between the pages of a romantic comedy book or film. so when you bumped into them, books in hand, it felt like a spark between you two. the two of you ended up exchanging numbers to talk more, then meeting up and talking / hanging out in person (a date in your opinion). being in a relationship with someone else who also understood the want to fall in love “romantically” felt amazing. every time your school would have a game, you’d go and cheer them on from the sidelines, wearing his spare jersey. good morning texts, gift baskets for monthaversaries, huge love letters, and frequent dates felt too good to be true, and it was. you can always expect them to have heart eyes and only for you, as well as listening to your rants and theories surrounding different romance novels and films. especially your thoughts on the concept of the meet cute.

meet cute : AKAASHI KEIJI, yamaguchi tadashi, sugawara koshi, OIKAWA TORŪ, miya osamu, SEMI EITA

[rinsvg]

જ⁀➴ # first date hc’s of Aran ojiro

જ⁀➴ # warnings; extreme fluff, cheek kisses, aquarium dates, js all around cheesiness .��°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

First date Aran Ojiro who, with Kita's assistance and Suna and the twins butting in, took three weeks to ask you out and initially didn't fully comprehend why he was so scared. Until he was going to walk up to you when you were talking with your friend and realized you were so beautiful, that’s why he was scared. He ended up power-walking away that day when you turned to look at him, his face warm with blush.

First date Aran Ojiro who eventually worked up the confidence to approach you and ask you out on a date after many tries and failures. When he heard you laugh and nod, swore he could see the sun dancing in your smile and knew right then and there he would ask you out on many more dates if this one went well.

First date Aran Ojiro who took great care to ensure that every last detail of the date was planned. He didn't want to take you to the movies because he wanted you two to spend that time getting to know each other rather than sitting in silence for a few hours, and he didn't want to take you on a hike since he wasn't sure if you had any prior hiking experience. Up until that point, when he recalled that you had previously mentioned how much you adored young seals and manatees, he now had the perfect idea to take you to the aquarium.

First date Aran Ojiro who, when it was time to come and pick you up, brought flowers for you and your mother and who spoke to your mother for at least 15 minutes to reassure her that you would be safe and would return before the streetlights turned on. Who races to open the door for you before you could even reach the front door while your mother laughed at the two of you from the doorway of the kitchen.

First date Aran Ojiro noticed how happy you looked when the two of you arrived at the aquarium and knew this was the perfect decision. who kept staring at you as you told him interesting details about numerous sea species as he paid for your tickets, beaming with excitement.

First date Aran Ojiro who smiled when you asked him and turned to look at you. “Did you know that sharks have microscopic teeth all over their bodies called dermal denticles? Their skin is as rough as sandpaper because of this”. You applied pressure with your palms to the glass enclosures. "No, I didn't, However, could you please elaborate more?”. Aran asked while shifting slightly to you as you begin to explain some more.

First date Aran Ojiro who, after leaving the aquarium, took you to get ice cream, and as the two of you sat on the curb a short distance from the ice cream cart, the two of you began playing 21 questions while laughing at each other's questions and responses. "Okay, what would you name your autobiography if you had one?". Aran asked while wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Um, I’ll name it Love, y/n". You answered while biting into your cone, "Why love, y/n?" Aran asked while raising an eyebrow. "Because it’ll be like a love letter from me to whoever’s watching". You smiled while answering, and Aran laughed while smiling along with you.

First date Aran Ojiro who, with you in tow, arrived at your house five minutes before the streetlights came on. Who walked you to your door and stood with you there for at least 30 seconds trying to see how to ask if you guys can go on a second date while also wondering if this one went okay. Who squeaked slightly in surprise as you lean forward and kiss his cheek while saying "Same time Next Friday, okay". Before walking into your house with a smile on your face while looking back slightly to wave a goodbye at him.

First date Aran Ojiro who, despite likely never admitting it, walked home with a smile on his face and a little hop in his step.

જ⁀➴ # tagging; Here go your daily dose of love @digitalreblogs @punkologist

© rinsvg no plagiarism and modification of any kind or I will send down the Calvary.

[esshee]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 — INARIZAKI

✩ featuring. miya atsumu, miya osamu, suna rintarou, kita shinsuke, ojiro aran, akagi mitsunari, oomimi ren, and ginjima hitoshi

✩ warnings. mostly platonic, slight mentions of insecurities, female reader, reader is inarizaki's manager, reader is childhood friends with atsumu and osamu

✩ a/n. compliant with ch 3 of inarizaki memories but can be read as a standalone

hq!! m.list ⋮ series m.list

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔

Being your childhood friend, he expected you to look stupid in a cheerleader uniform

He really couldn’t imagine you in it

But then he sees you and is shooketh

“[Name]’s PRETTY???!??!?”

Can’t stop stealing glances at you and feeling really awkward

Covers up his embarrassment and red face by teasing you

Everyone sees through him though 🤭

𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

Another childhood friend who thought you’d look weird

Another childhood friend who is shooketh

More lowkey and quiet about it but internally his mind is all like

[Name]...looks like a girl??!?!

The tips of his ears turn red and he can’t seem to make eye contact with you

Still steals glances tho 👀

Can’t believe the girl he’s known for all these years can look all cute and girly

𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔

Being the little shit he is, he takes pictures of you and well…you look cute

He refuses to send the pictures to the gc tho

You look a little better than he expected

If you’re insecure, he’ll try to assuage your insecurities

“You look fine, so stop worrying.”

But feels awks after telling you and doesn’t bring it up again lol 😂

Also feels kinda feels like a winner for being the one to convince you

𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄

His face gives absolutely nothing away

But he keeps staring at you

Not in a creepy leery sorta way tho bc Kita respects women 😤😤😤

“I…look weird, don’t I?”

“You look nice, not weird at all.”

It’s a real confidence booster when Kita says it

𝐎𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍

Probs the least flustered and weird about it

“Ya look like a real cheerleader, [Name]!”

Thinks you look cute but doesn’t really stare

A part of him is still bitter that he didn’t win the bet so maybe that’s why

Still thinks the twin’s reactions are sorta worth it tho

He understands why they’re like that but…

He knows you’re a girl but still considers you a bro ✊

𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈

Babie was flustered by simply taking part in his own proposed bet

Babie is flustered by your cheerleader outfit

He tries to be respectful and not stare too much

Averts his eyes when they accidentally meet yours

But when (if) he calms down, he’ll compliment you easily 🥰

“You look cute, [Surname]!”

Lowkey grateful that Suna managed to convince you lol

𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐌𝐈 𝐑𝐄𝐍

Another flustered and respectful boyo

Tries very hard not to stare so he ends up kinda avoiding looking at you

“Do…I look bad, Oomimi-san?”

“O-of course not!”

Didn’t think you’d look this cute in the cheer outfit

But also feels kinda bad bc he knows you felt insecure

Tells you that you look like a real cheerleader to make you feel better 😊

𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈

Internally very proud that he agreed to the cheer captain’s request 🤣

Yet another flustered boi—blushing, stuttering, and tries not to look too much

“I-I toldja you’d look good!”

He’s so used to seeing you in school uniform and jersey

That this change in image is kinda jarring to him

Even after you change out of the cheer uniform, he’s STILL weird around you

Takes him like a week or two to go back to treating you like normal

© 𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞. all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, share, repost, or translate my works.

[blacckdiamondposts]

How to celebrate New Years Eve

Pairing: Suna Rintaro x f!Reader Summary: The former Inarizaki VBC meets up to celebrate new year eve together. (Y/N) and Suna have a dirty little secret as they‘d usually hook up whenever they meet. However, this time will be different. Warnings: SMUT

It was new years eve and you were getting ready in your hotel room as you‘d meet up with your former team. You let out a shaky breath, wondering why you were feeling nervous. After all, you‘ve been their manager for three years while in High School. 

However, there was just something that made nervous. 

You looked at your phone’s screen, smiling as you read the messages that popped up from your group chat. You checked the time, noting that you‘d have to leave soon just before your phone buzzed as it was Atsumu who was waiting outside to pick you up.

Atsumu was watching you as you walked towards him, „Damn,“ he exclaimed, „you look great!“

You had to laugh, shaking your head, „,it‘ll never happen, so just give up.“

You embraced him in a hug as you greeted him.

„Come on,“ he chuckled, „never say never!“

Osamu was catching up to the two of you, hearing your conversation, „come on Tsumu, how many times does she have to tell you that she‘d never hook up with you,“

You turned around, greeting the other twin and hugging him as well, „he‘ll never get it,“

„We should leave, Kita just texted me that he‘s already there,“ Osamu said.

„Let‘s hurry up then,“ Atsumu said, not wanting to get scolded by his former captain. 

The three of you were chit-chatting on your way to the bar. Upon entering, you‘ve searched the seated area where Kita, Ojiro, and Akagi where already waiting.

„Hi guys,“ you chirped, happy to see your former upper-classmates after quite a long time. 

You greeted all of them, waiting for the last couple of people to arrive. It didn‘t take a lot of time before Suna and Ginjima showed up. Your group started to order some food and drinks, catching up with one another as you were waiting. 

„It‘s such a shame that the others couldn‘t make it today,“ you sighed.

„What? Aren‘t you happy with us,“ Atsumu remarked, earning an annoyed expression.

„(Y/N), how is it working with Osamu,“ Ojiro asked.

„Honestly, it‘s great,“ you exclaimed happily.

„It was the best decision to hire her as a social media manager,“ Osamu said, „the amount of customers is at an all time high since she started!“

„That‘s great news,“ Kita smiled.

„I guess it did pay off that you were our manager back in high school,“ Suna chuckled. 

Time was passing by and the amount of booze was quickly inclining.

It was close to midnight as the small group headed to the club part of the bar, which was on the first floor. Everyone was drinking, having fun and just enjoying a good time with friends. There was a countdown as midnight came around. 

You raised your glass at the others, wishing everyone a good year. However, after a while the group started to split up as Kita was leaving quite early, followed by Osamu who had to wake up on time. 

You were sitting at the bar with Ojiro, Akagi and Suna as you watched Atsumu find a girl for the night. At some point he seemed to succeed as he winked at you as he left with her. 

„He‘s unbelievable,“ Ojiro chuckled while shaking his head.

„I know right,“ you giggled.

„Guys,“ Ojiro started, „I‘m heading home,“

You said your goodbyes as he left, being left with Suna.

You turned towards him, meeting his gaze, „I‘m a bit surprised that you‘re still here,“

„You want me to leave,“ he remarked, having a smug expression on his face.

„No, just saying,“ you replied, „usually, you‘re the first one to leave.“

„I know,“ he chuckled, taking another sip of his drink.

A guy was approaching you, seemingly wanting to hit on you. But Suna was quick to wave him off, „she‘s not interested so move on.“

You watched as the guy turned his back towards you and walked back to his friends, moving in your chair you looked at Suna, lips tugging into a smirk, „what was that?“

„Just looking out for you,“ he replied drily.

You hummed, „what if I would‘ve been interested?“

„You‘re not,“ he said, „I know you.“

„You cocked an eyebrow at him, „ah, really?“

„Yeah,“ he gave you a sly smile, „besides-„

Your gaze fixed on him as he took another sip, waiting patiently for him to continue.

„I have other plans for you tonight,“ he stated, locking eyes with you.

Your lips tugged into a smirk, matching his sly expression. You and Suna had a little secret that you kept from your other former classmates. 

„I thought you wouldn‘t ask,“ you chuckled, finishing the remainder of your drink, „should we leave?“

Suna cocked his brow at you, wondering if he really needs to give an answer to that. The two of you exited the bar, taking one of the taxis which were right in front of it.

Suna placed his hand on your upper thigh, letting it caress your soft skin, knowing exactly what he‘s doing. 

He acted nonchalantly as he let his hand move up higher,  teasing you until you finally made it to his apartment complex.

Both of you hurriedly walked to the elevator, getting inside where Suna finally got a good look of you. He caged you in, looking at you with blown pupils.

„Have I told you how fucking hot you look like in that dress?“

„No, but you‘re not the first one to tell me that,“ you smirked at him.

He knew exactly who you were referring to, knowing that the bleach blonde twin always tries to get you. 

Suna had a big grin on his face, „yeah, but I‘m the one ripping it off your body tonight,“

You felt a heat spread within you, wondering why it takes SO long for this stupid elevator to arrive at his floor. Once you heard that *ding* sound, you knew that you made it - only having to wait a little while longer before you could let yourself get devoured.

Suna pulled you by your wrist, swiftly opening his door before dragging you inside. Upon turning around to face you, he pulled you up, lifting you from the ground and pressing you against the wall.

He clashed his lips against yours, kissing you passionately. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hip, feeling the prominent bulge that seemed to be just as desperate as your wanting heat. 

He was headed towards his bedroom, carrying you while you were placing a trail of kisses on his neck, slowly biting and sucking on his neck. He saw his dining table, not thinking twice he sat you down, letting his hands hike up your dress before he swiftly pulled it off of you.

„Mh,“ he hummed approvingly as his eyes fixed on the matching lacy set you were wearing, „seems like someone came prepared,“

„Of course,“ you purred, running your hand over his torso, tugging your lips into a playful smirk as you watched his dick jump. 

Suna took his shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder.

He came in for another kiss, letting his tongue slide over your lip as he asked for permission, which you happily allowed. His tongue was battling yours while his hands came down to your breast. He started cupping and kneeding them in his hands.

He snaked his hand to your back, unclasping your bra and watching your boobs bounce.

He pushed you down until your back was flush against the table, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek down to your neck, where he made sure to leave a mark before his lips travelled south. 

He rolled your nips between his thumb and pointer finger, making you squirm beneath him. Your breath hitched once you felt his wet tongue slide over one of your nips, moaning softly as he started to suck on it.

Your hands tangled in his hair, wrapping your legs around his hip as you started to grind your wanting heat against his bulge. 

He groaned against your chest, „slow down, princess,“

His hands moved south towards your thighs, kissing your soft skin as his head got lower to where you wanted him the most. Suna let his hands trail over your thighs, pushing your legs apart and fixing his gaze on your wet panties.

„So fucking wet,“ he muttered, feeling his dick bop at the sight. 

He lowered his head to place a soft kiss on your clothed sex before grinning smugly at you. 

„These have to go,“ he said, hooking his fingers into your panties before pulling them down. 

Suna placed his hands just above your knees, letting them slowly move higher and higher until he reached your groin, rubbing calming circles against your skin as he tried to keep your hip in place. 

He lowered his head, noting how you were squirming beneath him. He looked up at you, lips tugged into an amused smirk before he let out a chuckle.

You moaned when his hot breath hit against your wet cunt.

„Geez, (Y/N),“ he shook his head in amusement, „you are one impatient little brat,“

Your breath hitched when his tongue slid across your wet slit. One moan followed after the other spilled over your lips.

Suna‘s tongue was circling around your clit while he placed his digits in front of your entrance, listening to your moans as he inserted them. Instinctively, your hips started to grind against his hand once he started to push his digits in and out of your wet cunt.

The lewd sounds seemed to be echoing off the walls, wet sounds were heard as his knuckles hit against your cheeks.

„Fuuck,“ you whined, nearing the edge as you tugged at his hair. 

Suna knew your body well, even though your hook ups have been limited to a few times. He knew that you were about to orgasm, denying it, he simply pulled his fingers out.

You groaned at the sudden emptiness, „fuck you, Rin,“

„Come on, you know me,“ he said with a smug expression.

He leaned down, propping himself up on his elbows which were next to your head, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

„Legs,“ he breathed against the crook of your neck, waiting for you to wrap them around his hip before he lifted you off the table. He was headed towards the bedroom, where he carefully placed you on the edge of his bed.

Suna placed a finger under your chin, lifting it up until your eyes locked, „how bout you put that pretty little mouth of yours to work?“

Your lips tugged into a smirk, placing your hands on his thighs you let them wander up to the button of his pants. Ever so slowly, you opened the button and unzipped his pants before you let them slide down. He stepped out of them once they were pooled around his ankles, kicking them into the darkness of his room. 

Your hands were running up his sides, teasing him just like he did with you. His dick was jumping eagerly, wanting to be freed out of its tight confines.

„Who‘s the needy one now,“ you joked, noting his hungry look as your eyes locked.

„(Y/N),“ he said with a low, husky voice, wrapping his hand around your neck.

You flashed a smile, tugging at the waistband of his boxers before pulling them down. You bit your lower lip at the sight of his thick cock, which looked delicious as a bead of precum was glistening on his tip. Suna let out a shaky breath as he watched your every move.

You brought your hand up to his cock, using his precum as you pumped his hard cock a couple of times.

„Fuck,“ he groaned, cursing himself for teasing you before.

You straightened your back, opening your mouth before you took him in. He felt your soft tongue circle around his tip, making him jerk his hips. You felt his cock slide further down your throat, locking eyes with him as you took more of him.

„Just like that,“ he praised, „fuck!“

You moved your head at a steady place, pressing your thighs together as his moans sounded oh so pleasing.

„Can I-,“ a groan spilled over his lips, „can I fuck that throat, princess?“

You let him take over as he brought one of his hands behind your neck, keeping you in place as his hips started to thrust against you. You felt his cock reach the back of your throat as he let his primal side take over. 

Your gaze met his, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Drool was spilling over your lips and down your chin. You gagged around his large cock as your tears started to run down your cheeks.

„You look so good, gagging around my cock like that,“ he breathed.

Suna loved the sight in front of him, knowing that it was one that could make him cum right then and there. 

He slowed his pace before pulling his cock out of your mouth, stroking his length, „turn around,“

You did as you were told, turning around onto all fours.

„What a pretty little cunt,“ he said as placed an open mouthed kiss on your lower back. 

He aligned himself with your wet cunt, slowly sinking into it. Your breath hitched as you felt him deep inside, feeling how your legs started to tremble in anticipation. 

„Fuck, your cock feels so good,“ you moaned.

„Mh, it does, doesn‘t it,“ he cooed. 

He picked up his pace as he pushed his cock in and out of your wet cunt. Suna‘s hands were placed on your hips, holding you in place. 

He pulled his length out almost completely before ramming it into your cunt, which left you a moaning mess.

Suna lifted his hand before bringing it down in a swift motion against your cheek, leaving a red mark on your ass. 

„Fuck,“ you cursed, „do it again!“

He let out a low chuckle before repeating his ministrations, „you like being spanked?“

„Y-yeah,“ you moaned, feeling yourself get closer to the edge.

Suna felt your walls clench around his cock, „are you close, princess?“

You simply nodded your head, feeling to overwhelmed to speak.

He continued to fuck your wet cunt as he leaned down, his lips brushing against your ear, „then cum for me, cum all over my dick,“

His hot breath against your skin, his words, and the fact that his cock was balls deep inside of you was enough to push you over the edge, turning you into a moaning and trembling mess.

He watched you as you flopped down onto the mattress, giving you a second to come off your high. He was pumping his cock, needing to find a release soon. 

„Come on, turn around,“ he said, „I‘m not done with you,“

You sat up, turning towards him before he kneeled onto the bed, catching your lips in a passionate kiss. Suna pushed your back down, pinning you between him and the mattress.

He grabbed your legs, placing them on his shoulders as he pushed his cock into you. 

„Fuck,“ you groaned, feeling overstimulated.

„I know, princess,“ he cooed before he started to pound into you.

He was moaning at the depth he was reaching, hitting your cervix with each thrust. 

Suna brought his hand to your neck, wrapping his fingers around it. You couldn‘t take much more as his cock filled you up.

„Fuck me, Rin,“ you breathed, spurring him on.

He groaned, tightening his grip around your neck and holding his gaze fixed on you.

Suna felt your walls clench around his length, signaling that another wave of pleasure was nearing.

„Damn,“ he moaned, „am I fucking you that good?“

You bit your lip, nodding at him with a flustered expression. Suna‘s cock was twitching eagerly as he was chasing after his orgasm. He lowered his head as he nuzzled the crook of your neck, sucking and biting on your sensitive skin. 

His hot breath was hitting against your skin as he moaned desperately as he was nearing his edge.

„Rin, fill me up,“ you moaned, „I want you to fill me up,“

That was it. That was all he could take.

 He came with a loud groan, painting your insides white before he collapsed on top of you.  The two of you were laying there in silence while you your hand was tangled in his hair, playing with it.

You felt as his cock slipped out of your cunt, his cum trickling down onto his mattress.

„You‘ll be the death of me,“ he breathed against your neck.

„What,“ you chuckled, „what do you mean?“

„(Y/N), you just do things to me,“ he replied as he propped himself up, laying next to you.

You turned your head as you watched him wrap his arm around you and pulling you close. 

You cocked an eyebrow, still unsure of what he meant. 

„Let‘s get cleaned up,“ he suggested, looking down at you.

„Ugh,“ you groaned, „I don‘t wanna get up,“

„Then just stay here,“ he said as he got up, „I‘ll be right back.“

With that you watched him leave his bedroom. However, it didn‘t take long before he returned with a wash cloth and a glass of water. You cleaned yourself up, drinking some of the water he gave you before placing it on his nightstand. 

„Here, put this on,“ he handed you one of his shirts to sleep in.

He laid back next to you, pulling you closer until you were partially laying on top of him.

„(Y/N),“ his voice sounded different.

„Hm?“

„I- ugh,“ he groaned, searching for the right words, „I can‘t continue like this?“

„Like what?“

„Like this,“ he said, „I can‘t do this any longer,“

You lifted your head, looking at Suna with a questioning look, „did you meet someone?“

„Wha-, no,“ he sighed, „you‘re not getting it,“

„Suna you just fucked my brain out,“ you replied, „of course I don‘t get it,“

He chuckled at your comment before getting serious again, „I want more-,“

„We see each other every couple of months,“ he started, „then we hook up and part ways before everything repeats-,“

„I don‘t want that any more,“ he explained, „I want you right here beside me every night,“

„I don‘t want to have to sneak around,“ he said, „I want to tell our friends that I in fact have someone I like,“

You looked at him, eyes wide in surprise.

„You‘re so much more than just a friend,“ he sighed, „I want to be with you,“

Your lips tugged into a soft smile as you brought your hand up to his cheek, cupping it as you turned his head towards you.

His expression softened, seeming relaxed as you closed the distance to place a loving kiss on his lips.

You snuggled against him, slowly dozing off with a happy smile on your face.

[soranihimawari]

ძrᥱᥲm ᥲ ᥣі𝗍𝗍ᥣᥱ ᥆𝖿 mᥱ

Or Miya Osamu comes to terms with his first love’s death

Pairing: Miya O x reader

Word count: tbd

Warnings: character death, coping via working obscene hours, dreamscape

In a house located in the southern most side of Osaka, a young ambitious man tosses and turns. Sleep has been an elusive memory as the days spread out and blur together for good debut in the culinary scene. Bringing fresh flavors and a unique spin where the food, his food, the patrons of his original restaurant sing the stories of his childhood. Of course, there was the one time here and his brother joined the Ojiros and Kitas in a camping trip where they’re taught the importance of fishing.

And sure, it was the one time in the summer where the boys made friends with the pretty young and equally ambitious cliff diver. Your bright smile in the ripples of the deep lake as you offered slivers of watermelons to the boys reflected the tenacity in them to pursue their fishing quotas. You were here to garner more experience in holding your breath underwater, so when it came time to head home you’d be able to finally free drive for oysters off the treacherous rocky cliffs—a place no child should be without proper supervision. To them, you were a superhero the likes Aquaman would fear, but to a certain quieter lad, you were lovelier than anyone (or anything) his mind could think of.

A decade later and the first in season flavor is the fruit blossom that leant a hand on your name—peaches were never really Miya Osamu’s favorite fruit until he remembered you. He found an old photograph when visiting his mother’s house after giving himself a four-day weekend. The restaurant was doing well, he even hired two managers and promoted one of his most loyal line cooks to sous chef just so he could catch a break.

Anyways, his mother is delighted to see her son return home for a few days. She prattles on about how this neighbor gained an in-law while the other became a grandparent for the second (or was it third?) time. Suffice to say, as she hands her son a cup of green tea, she takes a seat beside him. Following her son’s line of sight to the knick-knack shelf, a photograph incased behind a plexiglass frame from shop class in middle school causes his breath to hitch in his throat.

The memories come back from the time at the lake; the subsequent years afterward to make the most of their summer and spring breaks. That lake was the setting for many firsts: Atsumu being stung by a bee when he was twelve, kita catching the largest catfish at thirteen, ojiro floating on a raft, and finally you in nothing more than a modest one piece holding his hand in the camera with the widest smile on your face. Love in all its glory was the most innocent then, he thinks with a heavy brow.

“Nothing is ever truly lost,” his mother’s voice pulls him out of his thoughts. “It’s been a long time since the peaches blossomed.”

“…yeah,” he frowns into his mug.

When Osamu returns home later that week, his sleep pattern changes. It’s a rough couple of weeks following since everything is going so well, when the other shoe bound to drop slammed through his psyche in the form of this dream. The same one he had after hearing the sudden news.

“Local authorities say the girl tried to break up a knife fight between her two cousins only to get stabbed near a critical vein this causing her to bleed out,” his mom is relaying the news and Atsumu is on the other line breath trembling. “Her cousins were always troublemakers apparently, but why would they bring a pocket knife with them?”

Osamu knows his brother isn’t taking this well because for what it’s worth, being friends with both of them was quite fun. He reminisced being able to take walks with you on the bike path at the camp site: you tell him about the subject’s you’re studying now in your second year of high school, even more exciting was that your parents (as long as it doesn’t distract you from your studies) has slowly you to start going on group dates.

You laughed at the way Osamu pouts, giving you the little courage needed to be bold—you still hold his hand mentioning that you have this crush on a guy, “about yay high, with the eyes of a storm settling on them,” you brush your free hand over his bangs. “also, judging by the way he’s looking at me right now, i think he feels the same…”

Osamu’s not embarrassed or anything, he just agrees to put some truth to the statement when he bends down slightly to kiss your cheek whispering, “ya can’t call me out like this, yn-san.”

And sure, you both were sixteen at the time, both not ready to realize that perhaps this might be the last season break you’d see each other due to other obligations thanks to volleyball and diving season (you were on the platform division for indoor pool diving) were going to begin. Come the end of the bike trail, you hear Atsumu, Kita, and Aran not too far from their site exchange ghost stories. You laugh a bit, turning to osamu as though you’re asking whether or not you should join them, you don’t though, because Osamu pulls you to the side.

“Eep!” Sturdy hands this time find your waist to steady you and you see the humor reflect in Osamu’s face. He caught you off guard when he pulled his little stunt and you almost tripped over his feet.

“Shh, don’t want ‘em t’see,” his breath is warm against your Cupid’s bow. You lean back a bit perplexed, yet your heart jumps from your chest cavity to your throat before Osamu steals it away when he kisses you for the first time; an innocent peck turns into several before you initially with his help, deepen it. His hands traverse upward, touching your shirt along the way, yours too do the same, taking a hand through the back of his hair. The closer he holds you, the more you have trouble breathing because for an athlete you sure did forget the importance of breathing a bit here. Giving you pause to collect yourself, Osamu smirks at your flustered appearance. You’re prettier than those fans of his at school, so much more he thinks when he curls a finger to caress your cheek.

“We-we should go,” you confess, shyly pressing your face against his shirt.

“Mm. Wonder what story Kita’s going to tell to scare ‘Tsumu shitless,” Osamu says. This causes you to laugh as you shake free of his embrace to walk a few paces ahead.

“A ghost one, that’s for sure,” you reply prior to turning around to break into a short jog, waving to the other boys to announce your and Osamu’s return.

The memory of the first time Osamu kisses you is a constant daydream he has in his office. He’s balancing the books wishing he had your talent for liking math, business math more specifically. Though it’s one bonding experience after the other as you lot grew older, you seemed to have called him out of the blue once. He answered with a curious grin. You mention you’re visiting next weekend, mentioning something or other about your youngest godmother’s baby shower happening in a suburb nearby. Osamu asks you if you’d like to catch up, you agree joking around saying, “wouldn’t your girlfriend get jealous you’re spending time with your first love?”

“Bold o’ ya to assume yer not still my girl,” he loved hearing the way your breath hitches before you scold him. He imagines the blush on your fished features deepening before you stutter out a gentle good bye on the line.

You were supposed to meet up a few days ago; you never showed up. That night, the mom of the miyas makes a heartbreaking call. Upon hearing your passing, Osamu and Atsumu, along with their mother eventually make the trip to pay their respects. Kita and Ojiro also arrive together. It’s been less than a half day at school, but seeing the hall only half full kind of made Osamu’s blood boil a bit.

You had a bright smile that could rival the sun, so why isn’t you life more celebrated? You looked like you were filled with greatness with eyes as wide as the moon itself.

Perhaps that’s why, as the bed springs creak when Osamu turns over, he sees your twenty-six year old self stand in front of him. He recognizes the setting behind you: vinyl covered chairs, small and medium tables scattered about, the chimes on the door that go off when the fire opens, the smell of rice wine vinegar—his subconscious leads you meet him at Onigiri Miya.

“You mad lad,” your voice echoes in this dream. Your smile is infectious as you raise an arm to tick your hair behind your ear. “You actually did it.”

He’s standing stock still as you approach him. You’re close enough he swears he’d kiss you if only that would bring you back to life.

“‘Samu, you and I both know I’ve been gone a while,” your voice confidently reminds him. He glances down a bit sheepishly unwilling to let any more foolish thoughts wash up on his face.

“But this,” you guide one of his hands to your chest. “This was always yours even when we were kids.”

At your ghostly confession, Osamu finally, finally cracks—he cries the longer you’re presence lingers in this dream. Is this how your memory will live on for him? You tap his shoulder telling him “it’s alright” and as his shoulders shake a little more, you willingly become more solid as you embrace him.

“Let it all out,” you encourage him to hide his face in the crook of your neck. It isn’t long thereafter your lips entice his skin where the barely there stubble pricks your Cupid’s bow. As he calms himself down you ask him to tell you updates about the others. He tells you how Atsumu and Aran went pro and about how kita bought his grandparents farm so they can retire in peace. You hum and nod appropriately as the stories progress and his hand never leaves yours. It is a sublime feeling knowing how you rub soothing patterns over his knuckles.

Unbeknownst to you both, as the sun comes up in the real world, Osamu and by extent, you, turn transparent little by little.

“Samu, i don’t want to go,” your voice is cracking the lighter you become. You looked terrified as you grip his shirt. You’ve been dead for almost half a decade now and the thought of being separated from the person whom loved you the longest causes you to gain the closure you needed to cross over. “I’m sorry i never showed up. My cousins were fighting over something stupid, i didn’t even know one of them joined a yakuza branch after coming back from overseas…i would of really liked to try your food, hah.”

You seemed disappointed, yet Osamu calls your attention deftly saying your name at first, a whispered confession second. You affirm how you’d have returned his affection of it weren’t for your family squabbles.

“I know,” he dips his head to press a last kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I know baby, but we both can’t stay.”

For a moment, you’re both solid again. You thank the lords of the underworld and afterlife for this moment. You have to say the next part though it’s hard to describe because with seeing your first love, your transition to being nothing more than a peacekeeper in the heavenly realm will begin.

“I won’t be coming back Samu,” you whisper. “You’re my ‘unfinished business.’”

“Ya really gotta stop making me bawl like a child,” Osamu chuckles peppering kisses all over your face. With one final drag of his lips down your nose does he cups your face and raises your lips to be closer to his again.

With this, your lips press against the other’s, slightly deepening the longer your body lingers in Osamu’s hold. He kisses you the same like that first time in the bike path, holding your neck steady whispering an airy, “rest easy” and “wait a bit for me, yeah?” You nod, kissing him in between responding with a mirthful voice, “i will” and “live a long life for me.” Your lips stay on his a short while longer until the impression is nothing but a memory for either of you.

“Against all odds, l’ll come back to you Miya Osamu.” Your voice rings in his ear, a warmth like a chaste kiss calms his furrowed brow a bit more. His hands grip the comforter before they relax as sleep contours for a few more minutes.

It’s five-thirty in the morning when Osamu wakes, he traces his lips wondering if you knew how much you inspired him to continue his pursuits in his culinary track.

And sure enough, a few days later, at Onigiri Miya, your portrait hangs next to Atsumu’s (the next franchise location has a bronzed peach blossom under the store marquee) with a permanent plaque of your name and the kanji for “everlasting inspiration” is debuted on the eve of your birthday that very month. Your family comes to visit on the day of your birthday like it’s always a new tradition to come celebrate your birthday at the restaurant—your parents stand looking at your photo with pride as both your mom and Osamu’s mother grip your first love’s hand.

[wordsofelie]

Chapter 1

🔥Phoenix and Ashes

Suna Rintarou x f!reader

Summary: “It’s funny how nobody believed that we could make it work.” - “Well-maybe they were right.”

Meeting Suna Rintarou wasn’t part of your plan. Dating him, either. Getting your heart smashed into the palms of his hand, even less.

Content Warnings: High School Setting, Fluff, Mention of an Original Character

Words count: 2.5k

- chapter 2 - chapter 3 - chapter 4 - chapter 5 - chapter 6 - chapter 7 - chapter 8 - chapter 9

When you met Suna Rintarou, you did not pay attention to him.

It is during the entrance ceremony of the first years at Inarizaki High. Springs in Hyogo are known to be magnificent. You like flowers, and the cherry blossoms outside the school gate catch your attention. The colours of the petals are a subtle shade between white and pink. As you step back to admire them, you accidentally bump into him. You apologize, but he simply brushes it off. "Just a polite guy," you think dismissively.

You start hanging out with one Chihara Umi. At first, you find the girl way too energetic and enthusiastic for your taste. But she is your seatmate after all, so why not get along? (And a little shot of sunlight never hurts anyone). So you become a duo, as your classmates like to call you. One day, Umi drags you to the volleyball gymnasium. Not wanting to interrupt the practice you wait outside (and to be fully honest, you do not really care about teenage boys smashing blue and yellow balls).

That's when Suna walks past you and greets you with a simple "hi." You respond automatically while listening to Umi grumble about how Atsumu (the blond twin, you suppose) needs to return her English textbook.

"Samu has it, it's not my fault! Stop yellin’!"

"Oi! Why are ya blamin’ me, ya bastard?" (Osamu - the one with grey hair).

You sneak a quick glance at Suna. It’s good you have a perfect vision because if not, you wouldn’t have seen that faint smirk on his lips. That makes you want to smile too; the brothers' interactions are indeed entertaining to watch.

“The Miya brothers are my neighbours,” Umi explains to you after that. “They can be a pain in the ass sometimes. Especially Atsumu.”

You aren’t interested in romance, but you surely see the pink blush on your friend’s cheeks.

“Suna-kun greeted you earlier, right? Do you know him?”

“Nah, not really. I bumped into him at the entrance ceremony. That’s it.”

“That could be the start of a cute romance movie.”

You cringe at the thought; you never like those kinds of stories.

Apparently, being neighbours with the Miyas comes with the great responsibility of attending every single one of their matches. “It’s just a practice match, Umi. Do I really need to come with you?” “Yes, you know if we don’t come Atsumu will be upset again.” (A pain in the ass, really?)

That’s how you get used to spending your Saturday afternoons at Inarizaki’s gym (as if going to school five days out of seven isn’t already enough). You usually take your notebooks with you and work on your assignments. At least it is a bit (or a lot) more lively than your bedroom.

You and Suna exchange greetings, but your conversations do not go any further.

As you get to know the rest of the volleyball team, you still don't pay much attention to him. Sure, he is handsome (but so is Miya Atsumu), and smart (but not as much as Kita Shinsuke), and even strong (though Ojiro Aran is stronger). To you, he is just an ordinary guy - nothing more. But the thing is, so are you. You have grown up in a typical middle-class family in Amagasaki, in a not-so-big though not-too-little house, you are an only child. You never lacked anything; your parents are fair with you. Not showing too much affection, but not neglecting you either. Your grades aren’t the greatest, but they aren’t too bad. There is nothing you are passionate about, and you are fine with it.

So when you met him, you thought that perhaps, he is just like you. Normal. Average. Unremarkable.

But the weeks pass and Suna Rintarou appears in all places - a shared table during lunchtime, the library where you study, and even the local cafe you frequent. Each time, his presence seems almost deliberate, as if he is seeking you out without ever saying a word (deep down, you wish it was deliberate).

And as the volleyball season progresses, you can't ignore Suna Rintarou's presence on the court anymore. His precise blocks command attention, drawing your gaze whenever he is in action. Slowly, you begin to notice the subtle nuances of his movements.

“Suna-san's floating serve has gotten better these days.”

“Has it?” Umi frowns her eyebrows to concentrate on the middle blocker, “I haven’t realised. Atsumu’s set is still too fast though, I told him he needs to work on his timing but he doesn’t listen to me.”

You find yourself watching him during practices and games. And one day, during a practice match against a formidable opponent, you see him unleash a new move that leaves everyone, including their coach, in awe. It is then that you realise there is nothing average about Suna Rintarou; he is a hidden gem waiting to be discovered. He has become remarkable.

You congratulate him after the match, and he thanks you. The conversation could stop here - it usually does, but he mentions your good rankings during the last midterms. “It was nothing,” you respond. “Being in the top 15 is nothing?”

You want to add that it is the minimal requirement your parents have asked of you, but you do not.

“What about you, Suna-san? Were the midterms okay?”

“Ew, mostly yes, but I failed bio.”

“I can help you if you want.” you propose genuinely. You do not dislike the idea of spending more time with him.

“I don’t want to bother you.”

“It’s fine, I wouldn’t ask if it was a burden.”

And so you exchange numbers.

It is just a number, but when you come home, you can’t take your eyes off it. Suna Rintarou. Such a pretty name, you think.

You start texting regularly. Your conversations are mainly about school at first, but then he starts sending pictures of the twins. Slowly you discover many sides of him.

Suna is funny. By messages, he has that talent for making you laugh with just a few words. “Did you really say that to that girl?” you don’t believe him when he tells you one of the many punchlines he has given to a twins’ secret admirer who had asked him to deliver some letters to them.

“I sure did.”

“That’s pretty harsh, Suna-san.”

“But that was funny. I know you want to laugh rn.”

You prefer not to answer to that because you have to either lie to him (and you are a very bad liar) or you would have to admit that it is indeed funny and Suna wouldn’t stop bragging about how easy it is to amuse you.

You also enjoy reading his texts about one of the many plans he and Osamu have put in place to prank Atsumu. The two of them form a rather chaotic and creative duo, you think.

But he is also serious. For school as well as for volleyball. He does not seem like it, but when you sit next to him at the library and revise the mistakes he has made in his last physics test, he listens to you with some attention (one you have never received before, ever). You notice how his lips are pursed and how his eyebrow furrows - as if it helps him focus. When something does not make sense to him, he looks at you in confusion. In those moments, you think he looks like a child and you enjoy that naivety coming from him - who is usually so composed. You secretly hope you are the only one to know ‘confused Suna’ because you find it too cute to share. His notes are clean and his handwriting neat. So you conclude that this not-so-caring about his grades guy actually cares about school.

When it comes to volleyball, there are two sides of him. One that executes his coach’s orders without much desire (compared to Atsumu and Osamu at least). And the other one who gives his best every time one Kita Shinsuke (captain-to-be, you hope) observes him. Suna never gives any importance to the traditional respect for his senpai, they are just upper classmates, no need to be formal, but you can’t help but notice how that does not apply to Kita. The latter appears to you as a blunt, almost cold boy who is nothing like a regular teenager. But somehow he has that incredible influence over his teammates that never fails to make them improve - as athletes as well as human beings. And so when Suna gets better (which he does amazingly, you think), the way his emerald eyes search for Kita’s validation and find a certain relief - or pride - when the older one nods in return, always manages to make you smile.

And he can be quite a flirt (even though it takes you way too long to realise that because why would Suna Rintarou flirt with you? You ask yourself). A succession of messages leads him to ask you on a date on a random afternoon and you agree to it.

”It’s not a date and don’t be so loud!” you have to argue with Umi when she almost spills her orange juice at your face in the middle of the hallway when you announce you can’t accompany her to the theatre on this Saturday because you have promised Suna that you will go to the planetarium with him.

“Oh c’mon, just the two of you? At a planetarium? This is how every love story starts, dummy.”

You try to make a face of disgust (hoping this will hide your joy). “He has a physics test next week, that’s probably why he wants to go there. Don’t make a big deal of it. And you’re so obsessed with love stories, this is almost worrying.”

“I’m not obsessed.” She tries to fight back. “Anyway, I can’t believe you’re betraying our rituals for some dude. What am I going to do without you?”

“Go with Atsumu.”

She clicks her tongue. “As if he had enough concentration to watch a two-hour-long movie. You know what?” Her eyes immediately start to shine and you know she’s about to mention her infamous neighbour, “Yesterday I tried to help him with his maths assignment. Actually, I told him about you and Suna-kun meeting every Wednesday to study and thought why not do that too? But gods have mercy, that stupid airhead wouldn’t let me explain one concept without comparing everything to volleyball or looking at his phone. Argh.”

You smile at that and think she is going for another long monologue about how Atsumu’s gets on her nerves but can also have a sweet side and so on and so on - which you love if you have to be honest because that is how your best friend is; passionate, whole, full of life (the complete opposite of you). But instead, she puts both hands on your shoulders and makes you face her.

“Sorry, we were talking about your date with Suna-kun.”

“It’s not-it’s not a date.” You have almost forgotten about that and the mention of the “d word” is enough to make your corporal temperature increase which manifestes in the sudden redness of your ears and cheeks (and probably your whole face).

“Whatcha talkin’ about?” Atsumu asks, appearing from behind you alongside Gin. You scan the surroundings with eagerness, making sure the subject of your conversation isn’t around. It doesn’t take you long to realise you’re in safe territory, Suna was easy to spot (at least to you). You would recognise him in any crowd, any storm. You would feel him miles away even separated by seas and continents. You would see him coming like spring comes after winter making snow melts and flowers bloom on his path.

“None of your business Tsumu.” Umi answers with much confidence which makes the boy smirk in return.

“What are you doing this Saturday?”

Atsumu’s is left in a state of bewilderment. You two never talked much, he even wonders if he knows the sound of your voice, so you asking him such a question almost seems like a trap. But his condescending self comes back pretty fast.

“You askin’ me on a date?”

You sneer and turn to Umi, “he really is full of himself.”

“Is that whatcha sayin’ about me Umi?” his voice reaches a high-pitched sound that makes you want to burst into laughter. How can the talented first-year-setter of the Inarizaki volleyball team get offended by such a comment?

“She’s obviously not asking you on a date stupid Tsumu, she wouldn’t lower her standards this much to start with.” Atsumu is about to respond but Umi doesn’t let him, “she just happens to be hm- busy this weekend.” With your best friend, she wants to add, but that would make you furious and the girl hasn’t planned to die so young. “And I don’t have anyone else to go to the cinema with so, maybe, you can come. But that’s for your own sake ‘cause you sure lack some cinematographical knowledge.”

“And you sure lack friends, smartass.”

Ginjima, who you just realise is still there, giggles. You want to interfere and pull the dyed-blonde hair of his and make him apologize, but you’re not the violent kind and Umi is usually smarter than you when it comes to teasing. But to your surprise, your friend is at loss for words and is unable to come up with a full sentence, “I-what-You…”

“Will it be the romance auteur film that you like so much?”

“Yes, but forget it, I will go on my-”

Umi is about to leave, you think you catch her eyes getting wet but Atsumu grabs her wrist. The resentment you’re starting to feel for that guy is growing even stronger with each second passing.

“I’m coming. What time?”

Umi’s gaze hardens and she lets go of his grip. “Stop making fun of me.”

The conversation is shortened by her leaving and you’re instinctively about to follow her but the setter calls your name.

“I wasn’t makin’ fun of her.”

You only know Miya Atsumu through Umi’s tales and Suna’s daily pictures. You’ve seen him play from afar but he was always at an arm’s length from you. And that first - and very quick - interaction with him did not make you want to know more. However, there’s a softness in his eyes. Guilt? Concern, perhaps? - you were never really good at guessing people’s feelings - that makes you want to take his side. So you sigh and decide to trust him.

“The film starts at 11 a.m. Saturday. Don’t be late.”

You think you hear him say thank you but you’re already gone to look for your friend.

Once you find Umi, on a bench, somewhere close to the baseball field - the two of you usually have lunch there - you’re not sure how to initiate the conversation. But you don’t even have the time to open your mouth, your friend pulls the rug out from under you.

“He’s always like that. Don’t mind him.”

She has always been better with words than you.

“Are you okay?”

You see her dry a tear from her eye in a quick move, almost ashamed of it.

“Totally okay.” She turns to you and smiles. You know that smile, it is not the one you like so much, full of light as if made by the sun itself. Your worried expression makes her take your hands in hers.

“One hundred per cent okay. No. Two thousand power squared seventy million per cent okay.”

The last comment makes you chuckle softly and you lean into her touch, “You’re such a math nerd.”

“And you’re such a physics nerd, going to the planetarium for your first-ever date.”

“It’s not a date.” You both say in unison - you, convinced, her, wryly.

You decide not to argue more with Chihara Umi, for you are no match to her stubbornness. You both watch the baseball team get the field prepared for their practice. It’s almost past sundown and you find a certain beauty in the brightness of the orange sky. You think it looks like it’s burning. And so is your heart. Slowly. But fiercly. At that time, you weren’t sure how to name this feeling, but one thing is obvious, as you watch the sun starting a fire to let the moon shine, you are thinking about him.

Suna Rintarou.

The unremarkable, average boy who turned out to be anything but that.

And it seems your friend is also thinking about him as she takes you right out of your thoughts by abruptly asking: “So, what are you going to wear for your date?”

author notes: hey! please feel free to tell me what you think :) this story will contain around 9 chapters and I’ll try to upload a new chapter very friday! lots of love

Elie

[willowfolksong]

Birthday, Inarazaki style

- Atsumu Miya x Reader/Osamu Miya x Reader/Kita Shinsuke x Reader/Aran Ojiro x Reader/Suna Rintaro x Reader

- NSFW (minors dni)

🦊 When your birthday starts getting close, you remind them that you don't like doing anything big. That you prefer to just stay in bed all day, reading fanfics and enjoying your day off. You do add, of course, that even tho you're not much for parties, you do love gifts. I mean, come on! Who doesn't?? And they're three literal professional volleyball players, a very successful farmer and a business owner. They can afford a gift or two, and you're not picky.

🦊Your relationship with the former Inarazaki volleyball team has always been... hard to explain. You wouldn't say your friends... because you've done stuff with them that friends don't really do. You wouldn't say your dating with all of them at the same time either because... is that even alright? To be dating five boys at the same time? So you always settle for saying that you've been very close to them since you were their manager, back in the high school days.

"So if you're not dating any of them, why won't you let me find you a date?" your bestfriend from work asks you every time.

You always chuckle, and never tell her about how the boys have made sure to convince you not to see anyone but them. Multiple times. In multiple places "I'm just fine by myself "

Monday with Aran

🦊 When the week of your birthday starts, you decide to just surrender and follow their plans. You're highly suspicious about them having a secret chat group to plan everything they do, but it's not like you can prove it.

🦊 Monday comes, and you meet Aran at your door. He always greets you with a hug, and god how you love his cologne.

🦊Your hand is so tiny in his, as he leads you out into the street to your favorite coffee shop. You never stop being amazed at how easily Aran memorized each and every one of your favorite things.

🦊 He tells you about how he's doing, and patiently listens to you rant about work and life in general, because he's just such a good listener and gives the best advices ever. He also cleans the corner of your mouth with his napking after you finish your coffee, and holds your hand over the table the whole time.

🦊You take a stroll after, and only come back home when the sun is setting down, and you've had his jacket over your shoulders for a couple of hours.

🦊He insists on cooking, and the two of you put some music on while he shows you a new recipe he found online, spoon feeding you from time to time so you can give him your opinion, always kissing you after.

🦊The meal turns out to be delicious, and you compliment the chef by dragging him to your bedroom, just to show him how grateful you are.

🦊 Aran loves to make love to you on your side, one of your legs over his hips, a hand rubbing your clit and the other one holding your head, while his lips leave hot kisses all over your neck. It's slow and sensual until it's not anymore, and his thrusts become hard and fast, the hand previously holding your head moving to pinch your right nipple.

"Cum with me, come on" he whispers in your ear, and you mewl "I know you can do it. Do it for me, beautiful"

🦊 After he makes you cum a couple of times— and even joins you in the shower for another round— you fall asleep content in his arms. He's the best to cuddle in bed.

Tuesday with Kita

🦊He's early on your front door, always insisting on knocking, as Aran does, even tho you gave all them a spare key.

🦊You're surprised to not find Aran beside you, but you just assume he decided to leave early, so you could have more time with Kita. He does leaves you a note on the pillow, saying he had a great time and that he can't wait to see you again. You kiss it and put it in your bedside table.

🦊Kita makes you breakfast, and you eat so much you almost can't move after. He only chuckles, pleased with himself, and doesn't seems to mind waiting for you while you take a shower and get dressed.

🦊 He takes you to have a day on his farm in Hyogo, and you spend the whole ride there messing with his radio and squealing excitedly when you find a song you like. He leans to kiss you in every stop at a traffic light, and you end up playing with his hair and putting your head on his shoulder by the time you're almost there.

🦊 He shows you around, and you love the sight and the fresh air— and the fact that this far away from the city everything seems much more beautiful.

🦊 You share a bowl of fruits with his grandma, both of you sitting down on the backyard— enjoying the sun and the gentle breeze. Both of them insist on cooking for you after, and the sense of family you feel when you share their table makes you a bit emotional. You definitely tear up when his grandma brings out a pie she made just for you, and you discover is one of your favorites.

🦊She leaves you two alone soon after, retiring for the day, and you go back to sit down by the backyard with Kita, your head on his shoulder, to watch the stars that shine so bright on the countryside.

🦊 Between whispers and stolen caresses, none of you can't actually wait to reach the bedroom, and so you sit on top of him, sinking into his cock with your eyes closed and your head thrown back. It always makes you feel so hot how the always collected Kita loses himself when he's inside you, and you enjoy how his hands roam your body, and his lips trail down your neck until they reach your nipples, and he latches onto one of them, his fingers making sure to pay attention to the other. You try to contain your moans— since you're outdoors and someone could actually see you, but it's an impossible mission with Kita's punishing pace, and his tongue laping your tits non stop.

"Please... Shinsuke" you whisper, dragging his head up to kiss him when you feel your climax approaching.

"Fuck— just... just like that" he says, eyes closed and totally lost in the moment.

🦊 He takes you on his arms and carries you to bed after, and you joke about feeling like a princess everytime he does something like that. He kisses your forehead and tells you that you are, before you close your eyes and fall asleep holding his hand.

Wednesday with Osamu.

🦊 Kita drives you back to your place in the early morning, and you arrive in time to see Osamu waiting for you on the door.

🦊 He gives you a long wet kiss on the lips and then two on each cheek, before telling you to go change and be ready as quickly as possible.

🦊 He takes you down to the sea on his car, and even tho is not exactly beach season, and the water is cold as hell, you two still enjoy walking hand in hand for a bit, toes digging on the sand, while he tells you about his restaurant and you ask about what new dishes he has in mind.

🦊 You go back to the city when the sun is almost setting, after splashing water into each other and falling down on the sand, breathless, just to kiss while laughing.

🦊 He closed the restaurant to the public, and has everything set up to be just you and him. He also has a dress ready for you, and you change while he starts cooking, soon joining him because you just love to watch him in the kitchen.

🦊 The food is as delicious as always, and after you're done and Osamu has put the dishes aside, he makes you sit on the table, parting your legs to kneel in front of you.

"It's my turn to eat dessert" he tells you, biting down on your tight hard enough to leave a mark.

🦊He's always been the best at eating you out, and soon you're laying back, eyes unfocused and hands holding on his hair for dear life, as his tongue laps at your clit and three of his fingers stretch you out. When he moans around you, incapable of hiding how turned on he is by having you at his complete mercy, the sound goes straight to your core, and you end up squirting all over his face— him greedily drinking everything you have to give him. He fucks you right after— short, desperate thrusts, his hands leaving red imprints on your hips. When he cums, you can't help but follow right after, the pression on your clit helping you get there once more.

🦊 You fall asleep on the ride back home, and he helps you up the stairs and hugs you from behind in bed, happy to sleep with his face on your hair.

Thursday with Suna

🦊 Osamu takes too long to leave your appartment on purpose, just to annoy Suna, that glares at him until he disappears down the stairs.

🦊 You know Suna is the most possessive of them all, rivaling only with the overly jealous Atsumu, and so it's not a surprise that he closes the door behind his back and practically jumps you, fucking your mouth on the couch while he records you with his phone.

"Say you like it" he orders you, groaning, and you can see the hand holding the phone shake slightly "Say it, or you won't get to cum today"

"I really like it" you mewl, lapping at his balls, and caressing his cock with one of your hands.

"Not like that. You know how to, kitty"

"I really like your cock, Rin"

"Make sure to swallow it all"

🦊 He takes you shopping afterwards, trailing behind you and discretely taking picture of you when you're not paying attention, because he loves how you look when you're happy and carefree. You stop multiple times to ask if it's okay to spend so much money, and he always shrugs and tells you not worry about.

🦊 It's in the changing room of the last shop you visit where he fucks you, covering your mouth with one of his large hands, the other one holding your leg up. The fear of being found only makes you cum even harder, Suna following you soon after.

🦊 You order some take out back at your house, all your shopping bags scattered around the living room, and the two of you fall asleep holding each other on the couch.

Friday with Atsumu

🦊 He's definitely upset when is Suna who opens the door, smirking at his pissed expresion. You're stretching your arms over your head and still half asleep when he comes barreling down towards you, kissing you with all his force.

🦊He insist that you take a shower, and he also insists on making you company, bending you down and fucking you from behind, the water running over your bodies.

🦊He takes you to the movies after that, and neither of you pay attention to the film, his hand below your dress the whole time. It happens again when you take a walk around the carnival fair near the port, and he insists on fingering you in the middle of the crowd watching some outdoor concert. Then once more on his car on the way back, when he asks you to pull his cock free and play with it.

🦊 You stumble into the appartment, with Atsumu kissing you hungrily, and your keys and purse end up in the ground, joining the trail of clothing the two of you leave behind in your way to the bedroom.

"I'm goin' to have you in every surface of this room, do ya get me?" he tells you, and you slowly nod.

"What's gotten into you?"

"What's gotten into me? They left me last" he complains, forcefully turning you around and sinking into you "You know how crazy I've been goin' all week, knowin' they got to be with you first?"

A loud smack reverberates around the silent bedroom, and you moan at the feeling of Atsumu's hand spanking your ass "'Tsumu!"

"You're such a slut" he says, spanking you again, and watching in awe as your tender skin turns red "I bet you enjoyed having them inside you"

"Please..." you plead, and your answer is another spank. The stinging brings tears to your eyes.

"Did you? Did you enjoy it?"

"I did! I loved having them inside me!" you scream, and Atsumu's thrusts become even more brutal.

"Fuck...— yeah you did"

He turns you back around, falling in top of you to kiss you, his tongue coaxing yours to play. The sweet relief of the cold sheets against your ass is a blessing, and you open your eyes to watch him lean back, and eyeing your left tight with a frown.

His hips come to a stop "Who's bite is that?" he asks.

"That's..."

"I made you a question"

You gulp, desperately wanting him to start moving again "It's your brother's"

His answering grin is a dangerous one "Well... we can't have that now, can we?"

🦊 By the time you're done, you're covered in love marks all over, and your body hurts in that sweet way it always does after some very good sex. Atsumu falls asleep curled by your side, and you soon follow him to the land of dreams.

🦊The day of your birthday, you come home after having coffee with a friend to find your appartment filled with flowers and balloons, the guys waiting around for you to arrive, your kitchen table full of presents.

"Guys!" you say, hugging Kita, who's the closest to you. Behind you, you hear one of then closing the door "This looks amazing!"

"Well, not everyday you turn twenty two" Aran explains with a smile.

You laugh, feeling so happy that you could die "And what are we doing today?"

The whole atmosphere of the room changes in a second.

"We'll be doin' some stuff to you, yeah" Osamu says, and you jump when Atsumu's arms snake around your waist from behind.

"Babe, this night you won't be sleeping"

🧣 RED Love Story Collection

Part XII - Next is Forever Winter

[misora-msby]

embarrassing moments with inarizaki

inarizaki always looks so cool but you know they’re actually dorks and i am here to provide you the content to show theyre clowns. enjoy the headcanons :)

Kita Shinsuke

firstly. kita shinsuke being embarrased? making a mistake? unheard of.

he’s a perfect man and we all know it.

anyways

you two were having a nice dinner out together. 

it was a pretty fancy place so you decided to dress in a different style today

but you were beginning to wonder if kita liked it or not because he seemed to keep looking past your shoulder instead of at you

he was an observant guy so you were wondering if something had happened behind you

but you couldn’t hear anything weird so you assumed not

you decided to just stay quiet about it at first but now it was beginning to become annoying! 

why wasn’t he looking you in the eye to speak?

midway through your dinner, kita finally spoke up tho

“y/n, your shirt is slipping... yer bra’s showing.”

oh.

right. you were wearing your off-shoulder top.

“o-oh. shin, it’s that kind of shirt, you know?” you had to explain your outfit to ur bf with a pink face.

“oh... that so... well it’s cold these days so if yer feelin’ cold lemme know. i’ll give ya my jacket.”

GOD HES SO PERFECT KITA SHINSUKE I HOPE U MARRY HIM???????

Ojiro Aran

another man with next to no flaws.

but nature says everyone has to make some mistake.

so it was a regular school day, our aran has just come to class from morning practice and there’s still some time left until class starts.

all the girls in class are gathered around a table

he’s not sure why, it’s probably watching an idol video

but ur man wants to be a little romantic!!

plus he just showered so he smells Great uwu

he goes over and hugs you from behind, placing his chin on ur head.

“hey, bb whatcha ya doin”

all the girls gasp.

he doesn’t get whats wrong, it’s not like it’s a secret y’all are dating

pda to this level aint bad either

especially compared to his teammate miya atsumu

“ojiro aran.”

why is your voice behind him

he looks down and nearly faints when he sees he hugged the wrong girl.

to be fair she looked a lot like you from behind, just maybe 1cm shorter.

“i’m so sorry!” he keeps apologising to literally everyone and all the class is giggling bc they never seen their school’s ace so red before.

“didn’t think i’d come back from the toilet and see my bf cheatin”

“IT WAS A MISTAKE! I’M SERIOUS! Y/N U KNOW I LOVE YA!” 

hes so funny i swear

the volleyball team hears of it and it gets even better 

Miya Atsumu

it’s not a secret that miya atsumu, setter of the inarizaki volleyball team and invited to national youth training camp, had a gf

he was very much in love with u 

the whole class knew it because he’d show it off whenever he could too

so here comes valentines day

last year he received like... 50 different gifts from girls and guys aiming to win his love.

you didnt even give him one lmAOOOOO 

but this year, he had been not so subtly trying to hint that “i better not receive any chocolates this year when i’ve got a gf!”

he reaches school and plops into his seat.

there’s an anonymous box of chocolates with “please accept my love, miya-kun! <3″ on it

“the hell’s this?!”

“oh? chocolates?” - osamu who just popped his head into the class to shove into his twin’s face how much chocolate he got.

especially since the blond was off limits, the grey-haired twin had a bigger following now.

“do they not know i have a girlfriend...”

“well, ya might as well eat it. ya dont know who to return it to.”

“that’s like receivin’ their love!”

“no it ain’t. it’s just food.”

atsumu couldn’t argue with that and popped a piece in.

it was very delicious. the chocolate practically melted on his tongue and was the perfect sweetness and was filled with a delicious ganache too.

it was perfect

but he couldn’t accept this!

“it ain’t even good. too sweet and the filling’s sticky.”

“ah. really? is that what you think, tsumu?” you ask from the door where you had been watching the exchange take place.

“y/n! look at this! some weirdo gave me some choco and like... samu said to test it but i’ll toss it out, promise.”

“tsumu, i made that... i wrote it anonymously because i thought you’d know it was me and i wanted to tease you a little.”

“huh.”

osamu: “yeah actually i went over to her place to teach her how to make it.”

atsumu: “you said you went to suna’s place?!”

osamu: “i went there later but i first went to help her.”

you: “anyways if it’s not good i don’t mind if you toss it out...”

tsumu: “NO NO BABE I PROMISE IT’S GOOD”

you: “you just said-”

“BABE I SWEAR IT’S GOOD I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO ACCEPT A STRANGER’S STUFF”

“you’re always so honest though... are you sure?” you were having your fun teasing him now.

“BB PLSSSSSS”

he still cringes at the memory 4 years into ur marriage

Miya Osamu

osamu would DEFINITELY make home made dinner dates a regular thing.

this alone shows he’s the better twin - miya atsumu stan

he loves cooking and eating with you so sometimes when he’s got a day off you guys’ll set aside the afternoon to make a real nice dinner

imagine candlelit dinner with miya dorito body osamu in a suit

of course some fun stuff happens after too ;)))

and today’s your third anniversary!!

so osamu adds lots of ‘natural aphrodisiacs’ to the meal

i’m talkin

garlic bread and soup for an appetiser, a nice juicy steak with garlic and red wine sauce for the main, and chocolate coated strawberries for dessert

mm yummy

you two cleaned your plates completely (it was very delicious) and as you were washing the dishes, osamu comes up behind and wraps his arms around your waist

“yes, ‘samu?” 

“i’ve already prepared us a nice bath with yer favourite scents.” he’s got his head resting on ur chin

“really? thank you~ i’ll be there in a bit”

but he doesn’t let go of you while you’re still scrubbing at the baking sheets.

“osamu, you can let go for now.”

“don’t feel like it.”

“i gotta wash the dishes since you did most of the cooking.”

“mmm, i’ll do it if ya gimme a kiss.”

you roll ur eyes bc what a cutie 

u turn ur head to give him a kiss but suddenly he 

he burps

that garlicy wine smell is just kinda there

“ew! ‘samu!!”

his face is real red but he’s also trying not to laugh because he’s still a dude and this is absolutely hilarious to him

“want another?” he starts teasing

“i’m not getting in the bath with you.”

“wait wait wait i’m sorry, i’ll go brush my teeth and give you a proper kiss”

Suna Rintarou

you two were taking the train home today

it was quite late due to practice going a little longer than usual, so he insisted he walked you back home today.

sunarin can be a good boyf sometimes ok

it was getting a little crowded on the train tho, since people were heading home or going out for dinner

luckily you had already grabbed seats so you were quite comfortable sitting side by side. 

you and suna have the type of relationship were you dont have to talk all the time

silence is v comfy.

he’s just scrolling through twitter on his phone while you’re looking around the car, lost in ur thoughts

suddenly you notice an old lady standing a little bit away from you and you stand up

“baa-san, please take my seat.” you whisper in the crowded carriage

“oh how kind of you. thank you, dearie.” she smiles and takes your seat while you stand in front of her and suna instead.

suna doesn’t realise this exchange has happened tho

(he’s on his phone as usual)

probably starting some fights on twitter

he decides to try to be a little romantic and pretends to stretch his arm around (who he thought was) you.

“rin.” 

why is your voice right in front of him?

“young man, i appreciate it but i’m married.”

suna jumps as he sees someone he did not recognise next to him.

he looks up and notices you had moved.

you’re giggling

the granny’s giggling

atsumu and osamu sitting opposite on the carriage look like they’re going to cry because they’re trying not to laugh

“i was just stretching. really.” he mumbles and crosses his arms, face red as a tomato

he’s so embarrassed.

Ginjima Hitoshi

sometimes the inarizaki vbc would go for an after practice snack at the nearby family mart

they were really hungry after an intense preparation for nationals which was in two weeks so kita insisted they all get something to fill them up on the way home

but lucky lucky ginjima hhehe

you (his classmate who he had a crush on) were working at the cash register today.

“welcome!” you greet everyone as they enter

he cant help but stiffen up a bit 

why are u so cute and cheery today

the 2nd years already know what to do.

“heyy, i think last week i bought ya that ramen right? ya owe me my konbini snacks today!” - atsumu

“yeah. you lost a bet to me last week so u gotta pay up. a pack of jelly fruit sticks please.” - suna

“forgot my money today, mind payin’ for my snacks too?” - osamu

“like hell i’m paying for all of you. especially you, osamu. you eat too much all the time.” 

aran’s noticed what’s going on,

“hey, if it’s just for today you can do it right? if ‘samu don’t pay ya back tomorrow i’ll nag him ‘til he does.” 

“fine...” his basket is full when he goes to the counter.

he’s trying his best not to have a red face while watching u scan the items, ur hair swaying slightly as u look back and forth between the objects and the screen.

“alright. 4,890 yen please!” GOD he hated how expensive it was, that’s almost all his weekly allowance but bc it’s u and ur voice saying it it’s kinda ok

“mm, ok.” he still has his eyes on you while he takes out his wallet and puts it on the counter.

yes

his wallet, not the money

“...” “...”

“excuse me, sir. this is...”

he almost slaps his face wtf he’s so embarrassed.

“s-sorry. just a little absent minded after practice.” he starts pulling out his cash.

“it’s fine! i know how hard you guys practice!” you smile while performing the rest of the transaction and pass him his big bag of goods. “good luck for nationals, ginjima-kun!”

he almost runs out of the store and is about to fight the rest of the 2nd years for watching and (suna) recording

[atsuminthe]

Squish!

—how they like to hug you, and how it feels; ft. inarizaki boys

you are here! » next

→ KITA SHINSUKE

back hug!

feels like summer rain—refreshing, soothing, perfect for dancing

he always places his chin on top of your head and closes his eyes, sighing when you relax into him

sometimes he likes to let his weight fall on you just slightly, to hear you squeak and try to support him

kisses the top of your head every. single. time he hugs you, it’s basically reflex by now. it gives him a chance to bury his nose in your hair and relish in your scent

has fallen asleep on several occasion while hugging you like this

will hold your hands and compare them, letting his chin rest on your shoulders

“your hands are so small and cute. i need to take care of them. and of you”

→ ŌMIMI REN

heart-to-heart hug!

feels like standing in front of the fireplace on a winter night, blizzard howling outside as you drink a cup of the beverage of your choice

omimi gives me incredible hugger vibes. this man was born to hug and is a master of comforting, i can feel it

presses your chest on his when you try to leave, mumbling “just a minute longer”—that ends up being another half an hour

his hugs are so warm and soothing! whenever he gives someone a hug they relax instantly and melt to a puddle

likes to hold you in any way, though. piggyback rides too!

→ OJIRO ARAN

bear hug!

feels like a fuzzy sweater just washed that smells like clean detergent and lavender

this man is BIG and he knows it, so he profits

will squeeze the life out of you if you let him

whenever you jump in his arms he tightens them around you and holds you captive

likes to purposely avoid your lips when he hugs you like this (what a tease) and then asks you why you’re pouting

will kiss you properly after you whine a bit

don’t think he’ll let go—nope, you’re in for a bridal style carry. your porch is the destination and you won’t touch the ground until there

→ MIYA ATSUMU

another bear hugger!

feels like the warmth of the sun hitting your face for the first time after an extra-cold winter

can and will hug you ANYWHERE. in the hallways? pushes people out of the way to reach you. when you wait for him after school? will jump over the concrete wall and glomp you. when you’re holding things? he’ll carry them for you if you give him a hug first

will positively not let you go until you pinch his sides (thanks chuu)

smiles so bright whenever he sees you, Osamu brings sunglasses with him

will act as a weighted blanket if you need him to

→ MIYA OSAMU

side hug!

fells like a good meal with your favorite dish perfectly cooked after a hard day where you didn’t get to eat anything

he spends a lot of time in the kitchen and this is his preferred way of holding you, because you’re at a safe distance from the pan (if anything happens and oil attacks him), but close enough to him so you can see what’s he’s doing

drapes an arm over your waist when you walk in crowds so he doesn’t lose you

one of his favorite things is when you lay your head on his shoulder when he holds you, and he can put his own head over his

feeds you while you sit like that and sometimes puts you in his lap

he takes the most aesthetically pleasing couple photos

→ SUNA RINTARŌ

straddle hug!

feels like taking a dip into the ocean on a secluded beach under the moonlight

you have to sit in his lap or you’re not getting any cuddles, that’s how much of a sly fox he is

neck kisses neck kisses neck kisses—

will bury his face in your shoulder and fall asleep

if you happen to fall asleep during a hug, he’ll let you sleep and proceeds to play videogames until you wake up

will take a few photos because he thinks you’re cute

→ AKAGI MICHINARI

spinning hug!

feels like a gulp of cold water after spending an August afternoon in the sun

HNNNG best boy akagi, precious bebe, miracle boi—

i just love akagi ok, he looks very soft

he likes to catch you in his arms and spin you! spin spin spin

LOVES the way you laugh when he does it, so he does it every single time he gets the opportunity

do not understimate this man, he’s small but he’s like an ant—able to lift a few times his weight!

and he loves you, he won’t ever refuse you when you come up to him, making grabby hands with that pretty smile of yours and you tell him “spin me, michinari!”

he’s so in love with you please treat him well, he’ll do anything for you

taglist: @nakizumie; @lovelytarou; @risjime;

[osamiiya]

Taking them bra shopping

Characters: Kita Shinsuke, Ojiro Aran, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu, Suna Rintaro

Warnings: Suggestive, gender neutral pronouns but reader has boobies, like one or two swears.

a/n Why did I write this? idk honestly. Watch my mental state degrade throughout this

Kita Shinsuke

---

Very polite

You think you see him blushing a bit at the more risque lingerie but he isn't

"I think that the other colour complemented your skin tone better."

Dosent try anything funny in the changing rooms, he simply peeks his head through the curtains, makes sure no one else sees. He waits in the hallway :(

Gives his honest thoughts about the style and color

Won't outright ask you to buy any lingerie but he's not going to object.

Pays for it all bless his soul </3

"I think the other one was better. This looks too tight."

You hum and move to put the other one on and Kita makes a sound of approval that accompanies his small smile.

His hands politely hover over the bra to fix it's positioning, waiting for your green light to put his hands on you.

"This one looks the best."

"It's $45 I think." Kita just nods and slips away from the curtain when you mutter something about being done.

He's holding the bras you decide to get in one hand, wallet in the other, and as the items get scanned, he dosent even bat an eye.

At your thanks he just raises an eyebrow.

"You need them don't you?"

Ojiro Aran

Respectful but also down bad

He walks with his eyes cast downward bc his mother raised him to respect women. He can't help that his eyes wander sometimes and then widen at the linge racks.

Aran holds your stuff and lets you wander off, following and giving his opinion when asked for it.

He says everything will look good on you so he's kind of no help

Again waits in the hallway, but if you have multiple to try on he'll just wait in the fitting room with you and comment nice things on how you look that day

"This one or the first one?"

You do a turn for him and he just smiles.

"They're both nice."

Rolling your eyes you run to the mirror, not missing the way Aran's eyes wander on your body.

"I don't want to get both though."

Your hands run over the material, pushing and pulling at it slightly to see which one was more flattering.

"Just get both, I'll pay."

Your smile grows in the mirror as you ask if he's sure, and he is.

So you get both, and wander to the check out, picking up things and asking Aran's thoughts.

Aran however, didn't think that bras would be that expensive, it's a small piece of fabric,the same as a bikini top, why was the price so high?

He swallows his pride and hands his card over with shaky hands, it's nothing he couldn't afford, he was just shocked that two bras easily went over $100.

Miya Atsumu

Don't take him please

Brings you lingerie that he thinks will look nice on you.

Has his own basket of stuff he thinks will look nice on you.

Finds the whole ordeal extremely hot and enjoys watching you send an embarrassed glare when he asks to get sized

Waits in the fitting room with you the entire time, putting on the bras after you and giggling to himself.

Wants to touch. Do not let him touch.

Likes all boobies big and small, very much a boob man and will be caught drooling at you trying on lingerie and push up bras

"You should get this."

There's less that'll be covered than the others, but Atsumu's dead set on how "Fuckin' hot" you'd look in it.

A quick look to the price tag has Atsumu's eyes going wide as saucers, and you can almost see the mental debate he has going on, whether he wants to get the lingerie along with your other under things or get the nice knee pads he's been wanting.

Miya Atsumu sulks when he puts it back, sending it a solemn look as he whispers that it would be a shame to spend that much money for a one night event, knowing how he'd ruin it and rip it off at first opportunity.

Like Aran, he watches you try on different styles and colours and decides they're all nice, really nice.

The price tag however? Not so nice.

He goes on a Twitter rant while you're talking to the store owner.

Miya Osamu

You would think he was a good person to go with

But remember, he's still a Miya

Snorts when the lady has you put on a bra over your clothes to see the cup size

But somehow he's still hyping you up?

Swears in ~awe~ and wolf whistles when you ask for his opinion

He loves going undergarment shopping with you

Likes it when you allow him to pick out lingerie, hands smoothing over your skin and the lace with awe

Genuinely thinks you look prettiest in the bright fitting room lighting, clad in a pair of pants and no top

"Wow."

Osamu can't help that his eyes wander everywhere, and you're right in front of him and God, you're so pretty.

"Look ok?"

Osamu's nodding before he realizes what he's doing.

"Let's buy the whole store, doll."

Unfortunately he dosent have the budget of a professional athlete but he's still got some money that he's more than willing to spend if it makes you feel pretty.

"The whole store?" You cant help but laugh at the firm nod Osamu gives you through the mirror, and Osamu's eyes sparkle.

His eyes however, don't sparkle when the poor teenage girl rings up the items, and Osamu sweats as he hands over his card, promising himself it was for a good cause.

And it was, especially when you show him again at home.

Suna Rintaro

Asks why you can't just use his hands as a bra

Smack his smug grin

Dosent mind going shopping with you or holding your bags

Just goes on his phone until you ask him something

Thinks you're pretty whenever, and dosent get the point of getting a pretty bra when nobody (but him) will see it anyways

Gives good advice on what styles look better than others

Makes sure they're comfortable and that you tell the lady if it isnt

He couldn't care less, will walk around the mall afterwards holding the bag

"Just tell her your size is my hand."

"Rin, please shut up- Hi yes I was looking to get a bra."

Suna wandered around the area, not letting you out of his peripheral vision, texting Atsumu and feeling the different laces and silks.

He's almost scared out of his skin when a worker approaches and asks if he needs anything.

When he wanders back, you're getting sized and Suna's scanning your face for any inckling of uncomfort, and when none if detected his eyes go back to his phone, the Schweiden Adlers going into their second set after taking the first.

"Babe can you come see if this fits properly?"

Suna blinks for a moment, whipping his head around a couple times before spotting your face peeking out from the fitting room curtain.

He sends a sheepish look to the ladies in line and slips behind the curtain with you.

"I think it's good- here." His fingers are cold against your skin as he loosens the straps a little.

"Looks nice, I like the colour." Suna's face is soft and he rests his chin on your shoulder as you admire yourself.

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Bonus; The colour bra they would pick for you

Kita: Something practical, white or a skin tone

Aran: I feel like he would like something a bit lacy? If you were comfortable with it. That or a basic colour like black.

Atsumu: Red!

Osamu: "Dosent care" but also soft colors

Suna: Like an emerald green? He gives me emerald green vibes

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rolling out of their arms prank part two

characters involved: daichi, kenma, kunimi, asahi, matsukawa, osamu, nishinoya, aran, tanaka, kita, hinata, tendou, sakusa, komori

warnings: none

daichi sawamura

when daichi feels you rolling out of his arms he doesn’t really think much about it. he just thinks you’ve rolled over in your sleep. daichi doesn’t mind too much - he really doesn’t care. he will wrap his arms around you and pull you back into his arms if he’s feeling like holding you in his arms. but really - daichi doesn’t care as much, he just loves having you in his arms, but also wants to respect your boundaries if you don’t feel like cuddling tonight

kenma kozume

kenma honestly loves falling asleep in your arms or you falling asleep in his arms. it’s just something he’s gotten used to overtime. he doesn’t mind which way, as long as you’re laying in his arms or he’s in yours. so he gets kinda shy and pouty when you roll out of his arms as he’s cuddling you, because he just loves having you fall asleep in his arms. he gets sad, but he won’t ever speak up about it and just keep it to himself

kunimi akira

i can also see kunimi as someone who likes to be in your arms while sleeping. but honestly, he doesn’t mind if you’re in his arms or he’s in your arms, he just loves to cuddle. i see him as someone who loves cuddling and taking naps with you, so he just loves having his arms around you. so when you roll out of his arms and away from him, kunimi will just wrap his arm around your waist and shift his position so he’s still cuddling you!!

asahi azumane

asahi overthinks about this too much. he knows how much you love cuddling him, so he begins to get kinda anxious. he’s more like, “why is y/n not cuddling me right now???” “why did y/n just roll out of my arms????” he just starts to panic a little about it. yet, asahi is someone who isn’t going to make a big deal about this because he doesn’t want to be the one who speaks up about it. he doesn’t say anything, the baby just stays quiet :((

matsukawa issei

matsukawa is someone who i think just doesn’t really care at all. like, i think he loves it when you cling into him in your sleep - but he doesn’t speak up about it. he doesn’t mind at all if you’re cuddling him or not. matsukawa likes to have his arm wrapped around your waist while the two of you are sleeping together. he doesn’t mind it at all, he really doesn’t. matsukawa will still wrap his arms around you while you sleep and hold you close <3

osamu miya

osamu is another one of those guys who really don’t care if you’re cuddling him or not. he’s happy as long as you’re happy. when osamu feels you pull out of his arms and wrap your arms around the pillow, he honestly just thinks you’re adorable and continues to lay in bed normally. if he feels like it, he may turn around and wrap his arms around you and pull your back into his chest. but it’s not really a necessity for him. he’ll do it if he feels like it

nishinoya yū

nishinoya is probably the person where i can see they would have the biggest reaction. he probably starts “crying” out your name asking you to cuddle him. he just wants some cuddles, can you blame him? he will probably softly start poking you to see if you’re awake or not. he’ll even go as far to pull your body into his arms himself if he sees no movement from you. i say and hold this dearly that noya would do anything to have you cuddle him :P

aran ojiro

aran is another one of those guys who don’t really seem to care if you’re cuddling him or not. as long as you’re doing okay, then he is also doing okay. pretty cute huh. he doesn’t mind if you don’t wanna cuddle him, he’s totally cool with it. he’s not gonna show that he doesn’t care, or have a big reaction about it. as long as you’re sleeping well aran is totally cool and won’t make a big fuss about it!! the sweetest boyfriend <333

tanaka ryūnosuke

tanaka’s reaction is gonna be similar to noya. he just wants to cuddle you >:( can you blame him? tanaka will honestly pull you into his arms when he feels you turn away from him and not turn back. he just want to cuddle - that’s his only reasoning. he gets pouty and loud about it too. he’s just like “y/n!!! cuddle meeee!!! right now!!!” but he’s not too whiny about it. the poor boy just wants to have his lover in his arms while he sleeps

kita shinsuke

when i say that kita doesn’t mind at all with the way you’re sleeping in bed. he’s just happy that you’re comfortable. he’s so cute please. he doesn’t mind if you’re not cuddling him - he’s totally okay with it! as i’ve said, all he cares about is that you’re comfortable. if he wants to, he will turn around and wrap his arms around you from behind and muzzle his neck in the crook of your neck. he’s really cute about it and i love it

hinata shōyō

hinata whines. that’s all i’m going to say. he fucking whines. he’s more on the side of “why are you not cuddling me?? did i do something wrong :(((“ yeah there’s a little guilt there because he feels like he’s done something to make you angry with him, but at the same time, he’ll try cuddling you from behind so he can still be close to you!! the poor baby is so stressed out about it but he’ll never admit it, and that makes me sad :(

tendou satori

ah yes tendou. he is another person who is going to maybe overreact a little bit - but tendou understands the feeling of wanting to be away from everyone, so if you don’t feel like cuddling, he’s totally understanding of that. he’ll give your cheek a kiss and tell you he loves you, while laying his arm on your waist as he waits for you to fall asleep first before he does. he’s just so sweet and cute about it because he doesn’t want you to be uncomfortable!!

sakusa kiyoomi

i really do feel like sakusa gives off the vibes that he doesn’t care at all if you’re laying in his arms or not - but yeah, he secretly really does care. he doesn’t know the way to come about it unfortunately. he doesn’t really know how to approach you about the situation. though, honestly. i can see sakusa falling asleep to his thoughts and waking up with his arms around you. the next day he would be hella clueless about what has happened the night before

komori motoya

komori is such a soft loving boy about it aaaa!!! he probably gets a little sad about it, but at the same time he doesn’t mind. he just cares about you and seeing if you’re okay. he doesn’t mind if you roll back into his arms in your sleep, or if he grabs on softly to you in his sleep. he doesn’t mind at all - as long as you’re doing okay and you’re not upset with him, komori is totally going to respect your boundaries and check that you’re okay!!

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Twin Kittens (Part 1)

Hey everyone! This is my part for the Paws and Claws Collab that was with @katslutski The theme of the collab was hybrids (puppy/kitty/bunny etc) so if you’re interested check it out!

Unfortunately as usual I got excessively wordy, so this is going to be split into three parts. This part alone is about 20K words and we're only about a third of the way through! so it definitely had to be split up.

If you like this feel free to check out my Atsumu or my Osamu masterlists!

While there is no smut in this part there will be in the future thus this story is 18+ minors DNI please!

TW: Previous mentions of past abuse, gaslighting, verbal, death threats, hybrids have been treated like slaves before

This story is Fem Reader x Atsumu x Osamu but there will be no actual incest. While there will be a threesome at the end the boys won't ever touch one another sexually.

“Are you alright?” your neighbor Ojirou asked, a concerned look on his face as he watched you listlessly stir your drink with the straw, playing with the melting ice in the glass.

The two of you were actually good friends, having lived peacefully side by side for over five years now. You’d met on the very first day when you moved in, you’d been struggling to open the door with a large box in your arms and he’d rushed to the rescue. He and his hybrids diligent Kita, the blue merle border collie, and sly, sleek Suna the Siamese cat, had all pitched in to help you get moved in and settled. You’d been good friends with all three of them ever since.

It was his turn to host your traditional Friday night dinner, so you’d gone over to his apartment determined to enjoy yourself. However, something must’ve given away the rough day you’d had, because all three of them had been casting you concerned looks all night and trading glances when they thought you couldn’t see.

It was apparently Aran’s job to confront you about it, though both hybrids were looking at you expectantly. Well, Kita was looking at you expectantly, Suna was pretending not to pay attention, his phone in his hands, but you could see him watching out of the corner of his eye.

“What makes you think something’s wrong?” you asked determined to at least give it a try.

The stern look you got from Kita and the sympathetic smile from Ojiro told you how ultimately fruitless the effort had been, so you caved in with a sigh, pushing your glass away so you could slump face down on the table burying your head in your arms. You’d tell them, but that didn’t mean you wanted to be necessarily looking them in the eye when you did.

“You know how I went to that thing with some of my girl friends today?” you asked tiredly.

There were acknowledging hums all around even from Suna who you saw from the corner of your eye was no longer pretending to look at his phone and instead watching you like some rare breed of animal in a zoo doing something particularly fascinating.

“Well it was fun, great even,” you told them with a small quirk of your lips, “Right up until we started talking about significant others. Apparently two of them are getting married soon, one has a baby on the way, and the rest are in steady loving relationships or have openly declared they aren’t interested in that kind of thing. So guess who was the only sad single there?”

“Ah,” Ojirou acknowledged a well of sympathy in his voice.

“And of course once they found out, they were like ‘oh I think my husband has a brother’ or ‘oh I have this great friend from work you’d just love,” you ranted, earning a quiet snicker from Suna, which prompted you to lift your head up so you could dig back at the cat hybrid who looked to be having far too much fun at your expense.

“They even asked me why I didn’t date my nice neighbor, the one I’m always hanging out with,” you added on ruthlessly, ignoring Ojirou’s shocked sputters, “But I told them he was in a committed relationship. They were skeptical at first, but then I told them that I was sure because someone is extremely loud, enough that I’m forced to use headphones to drown out the yowling.”

Poor Ojirou was coughing, clearly dying of embarrassment, and even Kita had the faintest red tinge to his cheeks. Unfortunately, Suna, unbothered as ever, simply smirked at you, which confirmed some of your suspicions that he’d been doing it on purpose, the brat.

Heaving another forlorn sigh you decided to give up and give poor Ojirou a break, making a mental note to make it up to him somehow. The poor guy really didn’t deserve to be caught in the crossfire between you and Suna.

“So, I spent the time being relentlessly hounded until it was time to leave,” you continued on, pretending not to notice Kita patting Ojirou’s back sympathetically, “I tried to explain to them that I just don’t have the time and energy it takes to go out and start dating people, that work was taking up too much of my time, but they weren’t having any of it.”

“It sounds like a rough time,” Ojirou told you, with genuine sympathy, the man too kind even after you’d embarrassed the hell out of him, “like when I go home and baa-chan asks when I’m going to settle down and get married.”

Suna let out an involuntary hiss at that, and Kita’s shoulders stiffened up a bit. Even though hybrid-human relationships were accepted and even almost expected between them and their owners these days, it didn’t mean that everyone accepted them as ‘true’ relationships. There were a good chunk of people, mostly conservatives and the older generation who believed that human/human relationships were the only valid ones.

This was no doubt because of the fact that most hybrid children, once they hit eighteen chose to go to hybrid adoption centers rather than staying with their parents. This was partly because it was one of the few good ways to get out from under your parents roof.

Hybrid rights had come a long way from when they’d first been implemented a few decades ago, back when they were considered something of a toy and a pet, not better than a slave. However, they technically still required a human ‘owner’ to do things like go to school, find a job, or even be out in public unsupervised.

There were people working to change that of course, and you’d donated heavily to the cause and actively supported it, but change was slow going, so for now it was what it was. It didn’t help that there were a good deal of people around like Ojirou’s grandma who viewed hybrids as less than human, and would probably never acknowledge his relationship or any children they had, especially if the children were hybrids too.

It was something you’d listened to him vent about more than once, happy to lend him a listening ear, especially since he’d done the same for you plenty of times over the years.

“It wasn’t quite that bad,” you admitted, giving him your own sympathetic smile, “but it was rather depressing.”

“Do ya even want a companion like that?” Kita asked her reasonably, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard ya talk about wantin’ a relationship other than rantin’ about a few failed dates here and there. If ya don’t I don’t see why it should be a problem, and not any of their business either.”

“Except I think I kind of do,” you admitted with a grimace, to the practical dog-hybrid who always gave solid, dependable advice, “I never planned to spend the rest of my life alone you know? I just always put my career first figuring relationships could come later, when I had more time, but now I’m starting to wonder if later will ever come.”

“And ya don’t want to date?” Kita asked with a slight frown, “I’m sure ya could make time if ya really wanted to, we could change our dinners around fer a while maybe?”

“No way,” you protested immediately, “Dinners with you guys are my only bastion of sanity. Plus I’m not even sure I want to go out and meet people, frankly at this point I’m not even sure I know how. It just… gets a little lonely coming home to an empty apartment sometimes you know?”

“So why don’t you get a hybrid?” Ojirou asked, his tone eminently reasonable despite the shock of what he’d said.

“A hybrid?” you repeated a little dumbfounded, “Me?!”

“Well why not?” he defended, stroking his recently grown goatee with his thumb and forefinger, “You’re wealthy enough to afford one, it would solve your companionship issue, and you wouldn’t have to date anyone, just go to a hybrid adoption center and find someone you’re compatible with.”

When he put it like that it did sound reasonable, even if it wasn’t an idea that had ever occurred to you. A lot of your friends, not just Ojirou, had hybrid companions, one of the weddings discussed earlier that day was even to a hybrid even if it wouldn’t be official until they could get proper legislature passed. You just had never really considered it an option for yourself.

“Do you think I could?” you asked with a light frown, turning the idea over in your mind, the question directed more at Kita than anyone else, both because he was always the most reasonable of the three and because as a hybrid you thought he’d probably be more qualified to answer whether you were a fit ‘owner’.

However to your surprise it wasn’t Kita, but Suna who answered first informing you in his normal lazy drawl, “You’d do well with a hybrid I think, probably something lower energy, like a cat, and we’re pretty self-sufficient as you know, so you wouldn’t have to worry about leaving it home alone like you would a pet.”

“He’s right,” Kita agreed, after a thoughtful pause, “Personally I believe ya would do well with a hybrid, ya get along with us well enough. Plus if yer worried we can help ya look after them. Suna needs a playmate anyway, he’s been getting’ up ta too much mischief lately when Aran and I ain’t here.”

Suna didn’t even bother to protest, just shrugged, completely unbothered by the accusation. Figuring you might as well take advantage of the situation you asked a few more questions, all of which were answered by your friends who all had a lot of input on what kind of hybrid you should get.

You left that night with your head stuffed full of information, after telling them you needed time to think it over. Getting a hybrid was a lifechanging thing and you didn’t want to run off half-cocked. It had gotten you an approving nod from Kita and a supportive pat on the shoulder from Ojirou. Suna had simply given you a knowing smirk, as if the smug cat hybrid already knew exactly what you were going to do as you walked out the door.

You stared up at the hybrid adoption center, not quite sure how you’d ended up here. For the last week or so, ever since Ojirou had brought it up you’d had hybrids on the brain. You’d found your eyes wandering to look at them when they passed you in the street and idly daydreaming in your down time what it might be like to have one waiting when you came home and fantasizing about what kind you might get.

Normally you were very focused and productive at work, but somehow, you’d found yourself scrolling through different sites, putting in research into what kind of facility you should visit and what you’d need to do. It had gotten bad enough that some of your coworkers had noticed your distraction, which was the final nail in the coffin.

You’d already known which center Ojirou had used to choose Kita and Suna, and so at the end of a particularly long day, quietly dreading heading home to your empty apartment you’d instead found yourself driving over to the center.

It was on the smaller side when it came to hybrid adoption centers, privately run and owned by Azumane Industries, a fashion line that created clothes that specifically catered to hybrids. Ojirou had, had nothing but good things to say, and so gathering your courage you left your car to head resolutely inside.

The lobby was rather quiet, only one other patron and two people manning the desks, both of whom looked up when you entered. You were a bit surprised to see the only two workers in sight were hybrids, one a silver cat of some type and the other clearly a German shepherd.

In hindsight it made a lot of sense to have hybrids be in charge of the adoption of other hybrids as they would likely know best how to match people up. However, you rarely saw that kind of practicality when it came to hybrids especially because you knew there was a lot of prejudice out there.

You offered the cat a hesitant smile, stepping up to the desk, the smile he gave back one that was both kind and welcoming as he introduced, “Welcome to Azumane Industries Hybrid Adoption Center. My name is Sugawara, how can I help you today?”

“I’m looking to adopt,” you admitted, unsure what else to say you tacked on, “My friend recommended this place to me, so here I am.”

“Well, we’ll take good care of you,” he assured you calmly, “Usually we do this by appointment, but you’re lucky. It’s a slow day and we have an opening, so I’d be happy to start the process with you if you’re willing.”

“Great,” you told him with a quiet sigh of relief, glad that he could fit you in. Honestly you should’ve known that a place like this would require a call ahead at least. It would’ve served you right for being so impulsive if they hadn’t been able to squeeze you in, “Just tell me what I need to do.”

Sugawara offered you a sly grin, one that reminded you of Suna as he promptly pushed a large stack of paperwork in your direction and handed you a pen. You grimaced at the sight of it but set to work, quietly filling out the forms one by one and handing each of them to Sugawara after so he could log them into his computer.

The forms reminded you of a loan or job application in a lot of ways, asking after your health, your income, your living situation, if you had a criminal record, any previous experience with hybrids etc. It took you quite a while to fill them all out, and by the end of it your wrist was sore and you’d signed your name more times than you cared to remember. However, since Sugawara had been filling in as you went you didn’t have to wait long to move on to the next step.

“Congratulations,” he told you with an amused smile, watching as you massaged your wrist, “You’ve been approved to adopt from our center, which means we now get to the fun part.”

“Fun part?” you questioned a little warily, having learned from Suna that a cat hybrid smiling at you didn’t necessarily mean good things for your sanity.

“Tell me about what kind of hybrid you’d like,” he told you leaning forward, elbows braced on the desk as he watched you intently, “Do you have any preferences? I’ve read all your information as we’ve gone along so I have some ideas, but I’d like to hear from you what you think you want.”

“I’m not sure where to start,” you admitted, feeling a little overwhelmed.

“That’s alright,” he assured you, “That’s what I’m here for. Let’s start with species, that’s always good and will narrow things down a bit.”

“I know I want a cat or dog hybrid,” you told him immediately glad to have some kind of answer for him, “Rabbit and rodent hybrids have heats and ruts too often for me to handle given how busy work keeps me.”

Heats and ruts were one of the big things that separated hybrids from humans and were part of the reason it was hard for them to find and hold down jobs. There were two kinds of hybrid within each species, alphas and omegas.

Alphas were usually more aggressive, stubborn, and willful. You needed to have a more dominant personality to have an alpha hybrid otherwise they’d walk all over you. Alphas also had a period called a rut, where their hormones skyrocketed and made them want to breed with anything and everything. It was a really uncomfortable time for them, and made them even more aggressive.

Omegas were generally more passive, quiet and compliant. They tended to be favored over Alpha hybrids as companions because of their more docile nature. They had periods called heats, which were similar to an Alphas rut, the only difference being they wanted to be bred rather than to breed. It made them needy and clingy the entire time.

Both heats and ruts lasted anywhere from a couple of days to a week depending on the species of hybrid. Dogs and cats had week long heats, but they only happened two to three times a year, whereas rabbit and rodent hybrids only lasted a few days, but happened every week and a half to two weeks.

You knew it wasn’t necessarily expected for a hybrid owner to stay home when their hybrid was in heat or rut, but you also knew it was those times that hybrids tended to be more reckless. Most of the research you did advised that you should if you could, even if you weren’t the one who was going to be sexually intimate with your hybrid. There were of course hybrid heat centers, where hybrids could go to find willing partners and get their needs taken care of, but you’d heard horror stories about places like that and didn’t want to use one unless you absolutely had to.

“There are medications to manage heats and ruts,” Sugawara pointed out reasonably, a slight frown on his face.

“I know,” you agreed, “But I did some research and it looks like most hybrids don’t like to take them because they have nasty side effects, like potential infertility, mood drops, and weight gain. If there’s a rodent or rabbit hybrid that wants to voluntarily take the medication then that could be fine, but I’ve heard only a few ever want to risk it.”

Sugawara looked surprised for a moment, then slowly nodded, “It’s good you’ve looked into things, and it’s nice to see someone who’s come prepared. I’ve heard a bit of that too, so no rabbits or rodents. Do you have any preference Alpha versus Omega?”

“Not really,” you admitted with a helpless shrug, feeling a little bad for not being able to narrow down the criteria for him, “I’m pretty open so long as they can fit into my lifestyle, are a little more independent, and think they’ll get along with me.”

“Well you’ll at least have lots of options,” Sugwara assured you, with a smile that told you he wasn’t off put by the fact that you didn’t know exactly what you wanted either, “Does that mean you don’t have a preference for breed either?”

“That’s right,” you agreed with a firm nod, “I just want someone who’s going to be compatible with me, everything else is secondary.”

“Okay,” he told you cheerfully, “I’m sure we can do that! Though it might take us a little bit to narrow things down. Since you aren’t picky you might as well come with me to start looking. Daichi can you manage the desk on your own?”

“Sure,” the german shepherd hybrid agreed, from where he’d been sitting quietly, keeping watch over the two of you and typing away on his computer, since there was literally no one else in the lobby, “Just keep a radio on you so I can call you back up here if it gets busy Suga.”

Your soon to be guide agreed with a smile, plucking one of the aforementioned radios up and attaching it to his belt, before standing up from the desk. He stretched in a very feline manner, then ushered you towards a door that led toward the back of the building, tail swishing peacefully behind him.

“Each species of hybrid has its own floor,” Sugawara explained as he led you through the hall, “Bunnies are on the top floor, rodents underneath them, cats on the second floor and dogs here on the first. Each floor has four separate wings, separated into categories depending on whether the hybrid in question is male or female, alpha or omega. These wings have private rooms in them and are connected by a shared space.”

“We’ll be going into the shared space,” he explained pausing outside one of the doors, “It’s where hybrids come both to hang out, and to meet people. If a hybrid isn’t interested in being adopted by a specific human they’ll simply return to their rooms until the human leaves. This way we ensure that no one gets coerced into adoption. We also keep a close eye on things with security cameras in the shared space, for both the safety of humans and hybrids. Before we enter the room, I need you to give me verbal consent to allow yourself to be filmed.”

“That’s fine,” you told him, more than a bit impressed with how thorough and organized the whole thing was, along with the lengths they went to, to ensure everyone’s comfort.

“Alright then, let’s introduce you to the dogs,” he teased, with a confident smile.

The minute the door opened, almost every head turned in your direction, making you feel a bit awkward and unsure. Some of the hybrids were in their human forms, ears and tails the only hint of their non-human status, while others were lounging around in their secondary animal form.

The animal form of a hybrid was indistinguishable from a normal animal of the same breed. The only thing that might give it away was the high level of intelligence. Your research told you that hybrids tended to act more on their instincts when in animal form, which could be both a good thing and a bad thing.

Case in point, the minute you entered with Sugawara one enormous grey and white speckled dog came bounding over barking his head off. He was absolutely huge, and only the madly wagging tail kept you from cringing back as he charged over, his barking immediately setting off a few of the others.

You got the wind knocked out of you a bit as he collided with you, though thankfully the door was behind you, and kept you from being knocked off your feet as he placed enormous paws on your shoulders, burying his face in your hair and sniffing enthusiastically. You froze, unsure exactly what to do in this situation, and more than a bit uncomfortable.

Luckily Sugawara immediately came to your rescue, shoving the big dog off as he scolded, “Bokuto! What have I told you about jumping up on our guests!”

The big dog immediately began to whine, tail tucked between his legs, and you wanted to feel bad for him, except you were still a bit unnerved.

“Sorry about him,” Sugawara apologized with a sigh, “He’s harmless I promise, just incredibly enthusiastic about new people.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, hesitantly reaching out to Bokuto palms first to see if he might be interested, only to have him turn away. Unsure what to do you glanced at Sugawara, whose tail was swishing in clear agitation.

“Ignore him,” the silver haired cat hybrid told you, “He’s just sulking because he got scolded. In fact, better yet ignore all of them, since they can’t stop being rude and barking.”

This last bit, along with the fierce glare that accompanied it was leveled at the room in general, earning some sheepish looks from a couple of the dog hybrids who were in human form, and managing to quiet several of the barking ones who were in animal form.

“Come on,” he urged with one last flick of his tail, “I should’ve started you with the cats anyway. You seem like a cat person to me, and I assure you they’ll have much better manners. If you don’t find what you’re looking for there, we’ll come back, but let’s explore the cat option first and give them time to recall their manners.”

You allowed him to usher you out of the room and toward the elevator, trusting his judgment. It was funny that he’d said you were a cat person, as he was actually the third cat hybrid to have told you so, Suna being one and the Siamese hybrid of one of your coworkers being the other.

It took you less than a minute to get up to the next floor, and when Sugawara ushered you into the cat hybrid room you could immediately feel the difference. There was no noise for one, just a bunch of curious eyes turned in your direction, but it didn’t feel hostile at all.

Sugawara quickly introduced you to the cat hybrids, telling them you’d come to adopt and had ‘just been slobbered all over by the dog hybrids’ so if they could all ‘mind their manners’ that would be great. You were a little amused at the exasperated hybrid’s antics, and you weren’t the only one, if the quiet snickering from a hybrid with particularly messy hair was any indication. However you were also grateful to him for being so diligent as he introduced you to everyone.

Slowly, several cat hybrids meandered up to you, some in human form, some in cat form, though some also stayed in place clearly observing everything. You chatted lightly with the ones in human form, while letting the ones in cat form do as they pleased, answering their questions and asking a few of your own.

It was a much more relaxed experience, something you were infinitely grateful for after the sudden chaos of the dog hybrid room, and you had to wonder if the cat hybrids who’d pegged you as a cat person hadn’t been right after all. You were in the middle of quietly talking to a lovely female alpha hybrid named Shimizu when Sugawara’s radio blared to life. Apparently, the front had gotten rather busy and Daichi desperately needed his help.

“Will you be alright if I leave you here?” Sugawara asked you seriously, “This shouldn’t take too long, and Shimizu is more than capable of looking after you.”

“Sure,” you agreed, after a quick glance at the hybrid in question, who gave an acknowledging nod of her head, “I don’t mind.”

“Good,” he agreed with a bright grin, before rounding on the rest of the room, “And all the rest of you better behave or I’ll hear why!”

With one last warning glare around the room he turned on his heel and left, leaving you in Shimizu’s capable hands. The two of you continued to talk amiably as several cat hybrids came by in one form or another to sniff at you or listen in on the conversation from nearby. A number of them only came over for a few minutes, lingered a bit and then left, spreading back out to the room or going into the hallways that led to their private rooms, however a good chunk of them stayed nearby as well.

Chatting lightly with Shimizu and a few of the others you found you really liked the poised and graceful cat hybrid and might’ve looked into adopting her. Unfortunately, Shimizu quickly made it clear that she had some plans of her own, that included getting herself and her young and adorable munchkin kitten hybrid Yachi adopted by one of their frequent visitors.

She was however, more than happy to give her own opinion on some of the other hybrids around, most of whom seemed to respect both her and her opinion a lot. You were listening to Shimizu tell you a bit more about Yachi, who was watching from a safe distance, clearly anxious, but also unwilling to leave, when you felt something paw at your leg.

A quick glance down revealed a long haired fluffy looking cat, in shades of silver and white who was staring up at you expectantly. None of the other cat hybrids had actually dared to touch you, a few coming close, but none making actual moves to greet you.

A little intrigued you crouched down so you’d be closer to his eye level, and extended your hands for him the same way you did for Suna when he was in his cat form, giving him a choice about whether he wanted to be touched or not. The cat hybrid eyed your hands thoughtfully for a minute, before sauntering within reach, nudging his head against your palm.

Taking your cue you allowed yourself to pet him, gently rubbing at his silky ears and enjoying the feeling of his thick, plush coat. His back arched pressing closer into your hands, eyelids lowering in contentment as you carefully massaged your fingers through his fur in a way you knew Suna enjoyed.

A rumbling purr escaped his throat and you couldn’t help the pleased smile that crossed your lips at the sound as he pressed his way closer to your torso, entering the circle of your arms and keeping himself there. You were caught up in petting him for a moment and didn’t immediately notice, but after a few seconds you realized the room had gotten very quiet.

It had been quiet before, as cat hybrids didn’t make a lot of noise in general, but now it was almost deathly still outside the small purring sounds from the cat under your hands. You immediately froze and glanced up at Kiyoko who was watching the two of you with wide eyes.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, more than a bit concerned.

“You pet him,” Shimizu murmured, more to herself than to you.

“Should I not have?” you asked worriedly, moving to pull your hands away, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize. I pet my neighbor’s cat hybrid all the time when he’s in the mood for it.”

The cat hybrid under your hands made a noise of protest as you pulled your hands away, giving Shimizu what you assumed to be a rather annoyed look based on her baffled and slightly contrite expression.

“No,” she assured you quickly, “We like to be pet, physical affection is important to hybrids. It’s just that particular one doesn’t usually allow anyone to touch him.”

“Do you mind?” you asked the hybrid in question, holding out your hands again.

He gave an agreeing mew and pressed his head to your palm, which you assumed meant you could resume petting. The fur under your fingers was clearly well taken care of, soft and plush and you truly wouldn’t have minded continuing to pet him until he got sick of you.

However, you were interrupted by a furious yowling sound that immediately made you jump, your head snapping up to search for the source of the noise. It turned out to be another long haired fluffy cat, this one in shades of gold and white who came charging out of the halls and ran straight at you.

You didn’t even have a second to react as the cat that had been in your arms darted around to hide behind you. Not that it stopped the oncoming golden one who didn’t even bother to go around and instead went right over you, claws digging into your arm as he attempted to get at the silver one.

You let out a yelp of surprise and pain, as he launched himself off your shoulder at the silver cat behind you who immediately darted out of reach, running around you in dizzying circles with the golden one fast on his heels both of them yowling, hissing and spitting, clearly having some kind of argument.

It only took a moment for you to regain your bearings and decide you needed to put an end to whatever this was, since poor Shimizu didn’t look at all ready to step in, an utterly appalled look on her face. Luckily you had quick reflexes and managed to snag both cats around the middle and stand up quickly, the abrupt shift immediately silencing both, no doubt shocked by your interruption.

“I think that’s quite enough of that,” you scolded firmly, as you hefted the two carefully, keeping them firmly separated. They were a bit heavier than they looked but certainly not too much for you to keep aloft.

“You,” you scolded the golden one, gently shaking him, who had turned to stare up at you with wide copper colored eyes, “I don’t know what he did to you or why, but I’m sure whatever it was could’ve been resolved without the ruckus. I also don’t appreciate being climbed on or used as a spring board.

“And you,” you gently shook the silver one in turn, who looked equally surprised to be addressed, “I’m not sure if he deserved whatever you did or not, but you shouldn’t have been causing a ruckus either, and I don’t appreciate you using me as a shield.”

“From what I understand, in order to be here you have to be considered adults,” you continued firmly, “So I suggest you act like it, and figure this out between yourselves without dragging innocent bystanders into your mess!”

With that you loosened your grip, fully expecting both of them to jump to the floor. However, both continued to simply hang limply in your grasp, watching you with curious eyes that you realized rather abruptly were almost completely identical.

“Siblings huh?” you asked no one in particular, nodding to yourself, “I suppose that explains a lot.”

“Are you alright?” Shimizu asked you worriedly, “You’re bleeding.”

A quick glance at your arm showed you were indeed bleeding, small pinpricks of blood welling up from where the golden cat had dug his claws into you. It stung a bit, but you didn’t think it was too bad.

“I’m alright,” you assured her, kneeling down and releasing both cats, since they seemed disinclined to continue fighting, and you wanted your hands free, “Though I’d appreciate some disinfectant and some band aids if you’ve got them.”

“Of course,” Shimizu assured you with a quick nod, “Just let me get them and I’ll be right back.”

The elegant hybrid moved with enviable grace and speed as she exited the room, leaving you alone. A quick look around the room showed that almost every eye was now on you, and you heaved a sigh, not exactly pleased to be the center of attention, especially since none of them did anything but stare, none of them bothering to approach, just look.

You glanced down in surprise when you felt something touching your leg, only to find the golden cat headbutting your shin, rubbing his face against your calf affectionately as he twined his way through your legs.

“Does that mean you’re sorry,” you asked, crouching back down and offering your hands to the pretty, fluffy cat.

He immediately rubbed his face against your hands too, which you took as permission to continue your petting, rubbing your hand affectionately over his head and earning a happy purr from the feline who arched happily into your hands.

You were distracted from your petting by a paw, which came to rest on one of your wrists, the silver cat watching with obvious envy in his pretty copper colored eyes. Luckily for both of you, you had two hands, and you reached out to pet him too after assuring it was okay. The golden cat clearly wasn’t too happy about his brother’s presence, but didn’t kick up a fuss, instead pressing himself closer and becoming more insistent as he purred ever louder. The silver cat didn’t seemed to pay him any attention though, simply soaking up your attention and affection.

“Here,” Shimizu offered as she came back, first aid kit in hand, “Do you need any help getting bandaged up?”

You were about to accept her offer, as attempting to bandage your dominant arm was always a pain, when you felt something strange under your hand. You turned your attention back to the cat hybrids you’d been petting just in time to see the silver one shift, form becoming large, limbs extending, body lengthening and bulking up until he stood in front of you in human form.

You blinked, utterly startled as you stared up at him, taking in his appearance. He was incredibly handsome in his human form, with the same silvery grey hair as his fur in cat form in an undercut and bright bronze eyes that peered out at you from under heavy lids. He had a strong, slightly square jaw and thick eyebrows, with blunt cheekbones and cupids bow lips.

He was also surprisingly big, at least six feet tall, and maybe a bit more than that, with broad shoulders and a trim waist. He was wearing a simple black t-shirt that clung to his chest, showing off the definition of his muscles. To top it all off he had two cat ears poking out from his silvery hair and a fluffy tail that was slowly waving back and forth as he looked at you.

“I’ll do it,” he told the two of you, his voice pleasant and lightly accented, his hand held out to Kiyoko gesturing for her to pass him the first aid kit, “I’ll bandage ya up. It’s only fair since the moron who scratched ya is too busy bein’ pampered.”

That earned a hiss from the golden cat, who immediately began to shift under your hands. You watched in surprise and no small amount of awe as he turned into a carbon copy of the other man who’d appeared, only with golden hair, ears and tail. You’d realized the two were related, but you hadn’t realized they were identical twins. Twins were really rare for hybrids, even more rare than human twins. As such they were usually snapped up for adoption right away, so it was rare to see them in any sort of center.

“If ya hadn’t stolen my puddin’ I wouldn’t have chased ya and scratched her in the first place,” the golden cat hybrid hissed at his brother.

“Well if ya hadn’t eaten my onigiri, maybe I wouldn’t have had to eat yer puddin’” the silver haired one retorted, his tone and expression both flatter compared to his sibling who looked like he might lunge at his twin at any moment.

Not wanting to get in the middle of a literal cat fight you held your own hand out to Kiyoko, who gratefully placed the first aid kit in your hands, then plopped down to sit cross legged on the floor. Your sudden movement startled both cat hybrids who turned to look at you, but you pointedly ignored them as you worked on opening the kit, and pulling out the things you’d need.

“Here I got it,” the golden haired one told you, plopping down beside you, “That scrub ain’t right about a lot of things, but he is right about this. I scratched ya, and I should fix ya.”

You gratefully held your arm out to him, and watched as he gently dabbed the scratches with disinfectant, grimacing slightly at the sting. You were distracted enough by his careful movements that you almost didn’t notice the other twin, right up until he gently smeared Neosporin over the scratches, placing small bandages over the deeper punctures.

“Thank you,” you told them both when they finished, automatically reaching up to pet their heads, but then pausing as you realized the gesture might not be as welcome in their human form.

Your worries were quickly allayed through as the golden one practically fell into your palm, soft, happy purring noises leaving his mouth as you gently scratched the base of his ears. His twin however didn’t immediately move for you, and you turned concerned eyes on him, worried he might be offended. The minute he saw you looking though he immediately leaned forward, pressing his head to your palm, his own soft purrs leaving his throat as you carded your fingers through his hair.

“I’m back,” a familiar voice sang, the door to the room sliding open to reveal Sugawara, with a cheerful grin on his face, a grin that was immediately replaced by wide eyed shock as he saw you and the two hybrids who were nearly in your lap with how close they were pressing towards you.

However, shock melted into fury as his eyes saw the open first aid kit and the bandages on your arm, his words nearly a hiss as he demanded, “What happened?!”

Both hybrids immediately stiffened under your hands, drawing closer to you, either looking to protect you or looking for protection you weren’t sure. Either way you allowed it, rubbing your hands over the backs of their necks in a way that always seemed to sooth Suna as you answered, “We just had a bit of a mishap is all, but we’ve cleared it up.”

“Are you sure?” Sugawara demanded anxiously, “We were told when they were brought in that they’d had a bit of trouble before, but they never mentioned that they might attack humans.”

The golden-haired twin seemed to bristle, and if he were in cat form you were sure all his fur would be puffed out as he glared at Sugawara. His twin didn’t look nearly as bothered on the surface, but close as you were, you could see how tight the muscles in his neck and shoulders were as if he was about to spring forward at any moment.

Instinctively you pulled the golden twin toward you, tipping him over into your lap. Despite his size it wasn’t all that difficult given he’d been practically leaning all his weight on you. He let out a yelp of surprise, but stayed still as you buried your fingers in his hair, keeping his cheek pillowed on your thigh. Your other hand gently squeezed the back of the silver twin’s neck, both holding him still and reminding him of your presence.

“It wasn’t an attack, simply an accident,” you assured Sugawara, as you soothed your thumb over the tense muscles of the silver one’s neck, hoping to get him to relax, “A bit like what happened with the dog hybrid earlier.”

“If you’re sure,” Sugawara told you, watching your pet the twins with wide eyes, like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing, “Does that mean you’ve decided to take them then? I know you were a little worried about adopting one hybrid so I never imagined you’d want two at once.”

“What?” you asked, a little overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of information, and the assumption he’d made.

“You’d have to take both of them,” Sugawara explained gently, “Admittedly sometimes twins are separated, but we don’t do that unless they want to be separated, and in this case both of them have stated they want to stay together.”

“That makes sense,” you agreed, with a smile. It was good that the center accommodated things like that, and you made a mental note to thank Ojirou for directing you to such an upstanding place.

“Should I get paperwork started?” Sugawara asked, with an answering smile, “If you’re taking the twins it will take a bit more work than usual, so I’d like to get started right away. No pressure though, you don’t have to make a decision today if you don’t want to.”

“I hadn’t really thought about adopting them,” you admitted, and felt both twins stiffen under your hands, so hurried to reassure them, “We haven’t had a chance to chat much yet. I’d like to talk to them a little bit first before we make any decisions.”

“Of course,” the kindly hybrid agreed with an understanding nod, “We’ll give the three of you some space and let you get to know one another a bit better.”

“Thank you,” you told him politely, waiting until he’d ushered Kiyoko a little bit away, clearly trying to give you some sense of privacy despite the fact that they were still well within earshot for hybrids, and likely interrogate the elegant female about what exactly had happened while he was gone.

“Do ya not want us,” the golden haired one asked you, once the two were gone, rolling over in your lap to peer up at you with wide copper eyes, the hint of a pout on his lips, and a little bit of hurt in his eyes.

“I don’t know yet,” you told him honestly, gently stroking his golden hair away from his eyes, “We don’t know each other, yet do we? Do you even know if you want to come with me?”

The two cat hybrids glanced at each other, clearly communicating silently with each other for a moment before turning back to you. The golden haired one had apparently been elected spokesperson because he was the one to admit, “We wouldn’t mind goin’ home with ya.”

“But you don’t even know my name, do you? And I don’t know yours either,” you pointed out, utterly baffled that they’d apparently already decided.

“I heard mister pleasant over there when he introduced ya,” the silver haired one told you with a shrug, “But if it matters so much to ya, I’m Miya Osamu and he’s Atsumu.”

“I can introduce myself ya know,” the golden haired on hissed, doing his best to glare at his brother, though you were sure the effect was entirely lost considering he was apparently refusing to move from your lap and was upside down, “And I didn’t get to hear yer name.”

“That’s because ya were sulkin’ in our room,” Osamu pointed out.

“And whose fault is that huh?” Atsumu demanded with a grimace.

“Yer own,” Osamu countered, looking utterly bored as he peered down at his brother. Atsumu made to lunge out of your lap, but was stopped by your hand pressed firmly to his forehead holding him in place. You took advantage of his moment of distraction to introduce yourself, gently rubbing behind his ears until he started purring again.

“And ya wonder why we want to go with ya,” Osamu told you sardonically, watching the two of you, “I ain’t ever seen anybody who could get ahold of Tsumu like that.”

“Do the two of you always squabble like that?” you asked, a little amused and a little concerned, “If I didn’t know better I would’ve thought one of you was a dog hybrid with how well you’re getting along right now.”

“It ain’t always so bad,” Osamu told you, turning his face away though you thought you saw the faintest hint of pink to his cheeks, “We’re just a little restless is all. We haven’t been here long so it’s just new, not as much freedom as we’re used to either bein’ cooped up for most of the day.”

“Surely they let you out if you want out,” you questioned, a little appalled that the center might be keeping hybrids like prisoners.

“Well sure,” Osamu answered turning back to you, his head tilted to the side as he studied you, “But there are only so many places a hybrid is allowed without an owner ya know.”

You winced slightly at the blunt statement, but couldn’t refute it. The law stated that all hybrids had to have a registered owner, and it was then up to that owner to set limits on the hybrid, about where they could go and what they could do. This was because if the hybrid caused any trouble, it was always on its owner to take responsibility which made things quite limited for them at times. There were lobbyists working to change that of course, as it was viewed as inhumane, but for now the law was the law.

“Did you have more freedom before here then?” you asked curiously, “I’ve heard this place is pretty good.”

“It’s not bad,” Atsumu piped in, his voice content and rumbly as he turned languid eyes in your direction, clearly not wanting to be left out of the conversation, “Better than the first center we were at when we first went up for adoption.”

“So you’ve been adopted before? Or did you just get moved from one of the other centers?” you asked curiously, only to have Atsumu go absolutely rigid under your hands as Osamu hissed at him, clearly angry with his brother, who’d apparently revealed something he shouldn’t if the way he shrank away instead of hissing back said anything.

You glanced between the two of them warily, unsure what to do as Atsumu pulled himself out of your lap so he could look at Osamu. The two of them were clearly communicating, both their tails swishing back and forth in clear agitation.

“We had an owner,” Osamu admitted at last, his words clearly careful as he peered at you from underneath the fringe of his hair, “But we didn’t get along with him so he surrendered us ta the shelter again and they sent us here.”

A part of you really wanted to ask why exactly they hadn’t gotten along with their old owner, but given the way Atsumu was refusing to meet your eyes, his nails practically digging into his thighs where he sat next to you, you got the feeling it would be kinder not to. Instead you carefully redirected the conversation back on topic and asked, “And what makes you think you’ll get along better with me than your previous owner?”

“Yer nothin’ like him,” Osamu told you bluntly, effectively shutting that avenue of conversation down.

“If you say so,” you told him calmly, holding his gaze until he glanced away, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

It was clearly a sensitive topic, and you didn’t want to push. You’d just met the two of them today after all, you certainly wouldn’t have liked it if they tried to pry into your past, fair was fair after all.

“What do you picture yourselves doing all day?” you asked instead, figuring you might as well.

“Doing?” Atsumu repeated confused, tilting his head in a manner that you couldn’t help but find rather adorable.

“I’ll be at work most of the day during the week,” you explained patiently, “Which means you’ll be by yourselves for quite a bit of time. You’d be more than welcome to laze around if you really wanted to, but I figured I’d ask.”

“What kind of things are we allowed to do?” Osamu asked slowly, a strange look on his face that you couldn’t quite interpret.

“Anything within reason,” you told him with a helpless shrug, “I have money, it’s not an issue, so long as it’s legal, and doesn’t have the potential to hurt me, you or anyone else then I see no reason to place restrictions. My neighbor has a dog-hybrid who works a small rice farm that Ojirou bought him, but his cat-hybrid Suna spends most of his time either lounging around their apartment or playing sports with some of the other hybrids who live in the neighborhood.”

“Which sport?” Atsumu asked, eyes bright, all hesitation forgotten in the face of this new information.

“Volleyball I think,” you told him with a shrug, “Ojirou and I have gone to watch a few games, though I don’t think it’s just volleyball either.”

If Atsumu had been a dog-hybrid you were sure his tail would’ve been wagging a hundred miles an hour with how eager he looked, copper eyes bright in his face as he told you, “I like volleyball. Do you think he’d let me play?”

“You’d have to take it up with Suna, but I don’t see why he wouldn’t,” you admitted cautiously, earning a happy smile from the hybrid.

“What about you Osamu?” you prompted gently, “Do you play too, or is there something else you’re interested in?”

The silver furred hybrid looked startled to be addressed, but then slowly admitted, “I like to cook.”

“That’s amazing,” you praised, “I live on take out a lot of the time, unless I’m headed over to Ojirou’s or Kita, his dog-hybrid makes an extra bento for me. I really should cook more, but I tend to be on the go a lot and don’t want to dedicate the time.”

“It’s a bit of a shame though,” you admitted, feeling more than a bit sheepish, “One of the best features of my apartment is the kitchen and I hardly ever use it.”

You continued to chat lightly with the twins learning quite a bit about the two of them in the process. Atsumu was definitely the louder twin, always eager and a bit blunt with his words, always saying the first thing that came to mind. Osamu was quieter than his twin, letting his golden furred brother do most of the talking for the two of them. He wasn’t necessarily shy per se, and would answer when spoken to, but he seemed content for the most part to quietly observe before adding his two cents in.

The two of them together were utterly charming, which made you wonder just how they hadn’t been adopted yet. You were fairly sure it must have something to do with the reason they’d been returned to their adoption center, though for the life of you, you couldn’t guess what that reason might’ve been.

“Sorry to interrupt,” Sugawara cut in gently, interrupting Atsumu telling you all about the last volleyball game he’d played in, “But the center is closing to visitors in a few minutes.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized immediately, hurriedly scrambling to your feet, feeling more than a bit guilty, “I hadn’t realized how late it had gotten.”

“That’s alright,” Sugawara assured you with a kind smile, “It sounds like the three of you are getting along well.”

“I think so,” you admitted, glancing at the twins who’d both risen to their feet as well, both of them far more graceful than you could ever hope to be.

Both of them were watching you, Atsumu with tentative hope clear on his face, and Osamu completely unreadable except for the agitated twitch of his tail which told you he wasn’t pleased your conversation had been interrupted.

“I’m glad,” Sugawara told you, “Do we have any kind of decision made?”

“I…” you started glancing between the twins, who were both looking at you. Gut instinct meant you wanted to say yes. You’d gotten along well and you thought you might continue to enjoy one another’s company. They seemed like they’d slot into your life pretty easily. However you were still a bit hesitant. Adopting one hybrid had seemed like a big deal, but adopting two?

Plus you’d only met them today. Maybe you were being overly cautious but a single day didn’t seem like nearly enough time to get to know someone before inviting them to live with you, no matter how much your heart urged you to say yes.

“Actually, it doesn’t matter,” Sugawara interrupted, an apologetic expression on his face, pulling you from your thoughts as he explained, “We wouldn’t have time to finish the paperwork before it’s time to close, so you wouldn’t be able to take them home with you anyway, not today at least.”

“But…!” Atsumu tried to protest, but quelled as Sugawara shot him a stern look.

“I think that it will be good for all of you to sleep on your decision,” the cat-hybrid told all three of you firmly, gently beginning to usher you from the room, before telling you, “You can come back tomorrow if you like. We’re open at the same times then.”

“Alright,” you agreed, following after him without a fuss, only to pause in your tracks at a heartbreaking mewling sound.

You turned around to see Atsumu staring after you with devastation written all over his handsome features, his hand outstretched like he was trying to reach out and physically stop you from leaving. Before you’d really thought about it your feet had carried you back, and you’d pulled the hybrid into your arms.

Atsumu clutched you tightly, burying his face in your neck and rubbing his cheek against yours in a move you recognized as scenting. You let him do as he pleased without protest, gently running your fingers through his soft golden hair. However, you were conscious of Sugawara waiting for you, so you gently extracted yourself after a few minutes.

Turning you saw Osamu watching you with an unreadable expression on his face, but you stepped toward him, offering your open arms anyway, waiting patiently. You were rewarded for that patience as he stepped into your hold, nuzzling at you the same way his twin had on the opposite side.

“I’ll come back,” you found yourself promising, “I have work tomorrow, but after I’ll be here.”

Osamu drew back and peered into your face, copper eyes boring into your own, clearly searching for something before nodding, “We’ll hold ya to that.”

You let Sugawara usher you out after that, but found yourself tearing up a bit as you followed after him. You desperately didn’t want to leave the twins behind. Somehow, someway you’d gotten terribly attached to them in just a few short hours.

Your sniffling apparently caught Sugawara’s attention, because he turned around and hurriedly fumbled a packet of tissues from one of his pockets.

“I’m sorry,” he told you apologetically, “I thought maybe you wanted more time to think things over. We can still do paperwork tonight if you want I don’t mind staying a bit late.”

You looked at him, startled that he’d apparently picked up on your hesitation as you gratefully accepted the tissues, dabbing at your eyes and blowing your nose before replying, “No, no you’re right. It’s not a decision I should make impulsively. I do want to think it over I just…”

You trailed off helplessly, unsure what to say or how to explain that you’d gotten incredibly attached and were currently having a crisis as your head and heart were at war with each other. However, Sugawara apparently understood as he nodded in clear sympathy.

“Don’t worry,” he assured you, “That’s completely understandable, adopting a hybrid is no small thing. Those troublesome twins will still be here waiting for you tomorrow, so take all the time you need to think it over.”

“I will,” you told him, then tacked on sincerely, “Thank you, for all your help today. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s my pleasure,” he told you with a bright, pleased smile as he walked you to the door, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“See you tomorrow,” you agreed with a smile, letting yourself out and heading back for your car.

The drive home your thoughts were absolutely full of the twins, and what it might be like to have them with you. Your heart and your mind were at war with one another, your heart desperate to run back to the center as soon as it opened in the morning for the cat hybrids, and your head worrying about what it might mean to have both of them and why they’d been returned to the center by their previous owner.

You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you almost didn’t notice Suna as you walked passed Ojirou’s door, headed to your own.

“What is that?” Suna demanded, his voice making you pause in your tracks.

“What is what?” you asked him baffled as he strode toward you nose in the air, clearly picking up something.

“You smell like hybrid,” he informed you his tone accusatory, watching you with narrowed golden eyes.

“Do I?” you asked mildly.

“You do,” he affirmed, “Doesn’t she Kita?”

“Doesn’t she what?” the collie hybrid asked, emerging from somewhere deeper in the apartment.

“Smell like hybrid,” Suna explained, his tail twitching languidly behind him and eyes alight with interest.

“You do,” Kita agreed, after carefully scenting the air, “Two of them actually.”

“Really?” Suna asked, clearly surprised, moving closer to sniff at you again, “You sure?”

You held still, too used to his behavior to be bothered by it, partly amused and partly annoyed at the cat hybrid who was clearly digging for information.

“Yes I’m sure,” Kita told him calmly, “They’re very similar, but there.”

“They’re identical twins,” you explained, figuring the jig was up anyway, and hoping maybe Ojirou or Kita would have some advice that might help you with your quandary.

“Ho?” Suna asked a purr of interest in his voice as he inhaled and nodded to himself, then asked slyly, “And what were you doing with these twins to have their scent on you so thoroughly?”

“Is Ojirou home?” you asked Kita, completely ignoring Suna’s question, earning a chuckle of amusement from the Siamese.

“He’s here,” Kita agreed, “Did you need to speak with him?”

“Both of you, if you have a minute?” you questioned hopefully.

“For you? Always,” Kita assured you kindly ushering you in.

“Oya, I think I’m hurt,” Suna told you as he followed along behind, a feline smirk on his face, “What about me? Don’t you want my advice too? After all they’re cat hybrids aren’t they?”

“They are,” you agreed with a huff as you plopped into your normal chair, “But are you going to give me good advice, or are you going to say whatever you think will be most amusing for you?”

“What’s this about cat-hybrids?” Ojirou asked, emerging from the hallway, where Kita had gone to fetch him.

“She’s thinking about adopting twin cat-hybrids,” Suna informed him before you had the chance to speak up, smug as the cat who got the canary.

“Are you really?” Ojirou questioned with a grin, taking his own seat.

“Yes,” you agreed, shooting the smug Siamese a look for interrupting and stealing your thunder, “I went to that adoption center you recommended today.”

“That’s great,” Ojirou told you, leaning forward in his chair eagerly, “How did it go?”

You explained your meeting with the twins, happily accepting the drink Kita pressed into your hands, which was your favorite, as the collie hybrid got everyone settled and then settled in himself to listen. You talked about how much you liked them, but your wariness about getting not one but two hybrids, and the strange issue with them having a previous owner and being so cagey about it.

“I can see why you’re wary about used goods,” Suna noted.

“Don’t call them that,” you snapped, despite the fact that you could hear the tinge of sarcasm in his voice and knew he didn’t really mean it, unable to help yourself, “people aren’t like items, and shouldn’t be treated like them.”

“She’s right,” Kita told the Siamese sternly, “Even as a joke, that was a rude way to refer to them.”

Suna slouched in his seat, looking thoroughly chastised as he admitted, “I know you don’t see them like that. You’ve always treated us just like normal people.”

“That’s because you are just like normal people,” you told him, stroking your fingers through his hair to let him know you forgave him, “Just with enhanced senses and a different set of instincts at times.”

“I don’t know why you think you need our advice,” Ojirou pointed out reasonably, “It sounds like you’ve pretty much already made up your mind, you clearly adore them already.”

“It’s just a lot,” you admitted, “Do you think I can handle twin hybrids? Especially since I’ve never even had one before? I mean, I’m not like you, none of my family ever had one growing up, and the only ones I really know are Kita, Suna, and a couple that come into the office with Tendou from time to time.”

“We’re not exactly children,” Kita reasoned, logically, “We don’t actually require all that much care outside of the basics, which I know you’re monetarily able to provide, and companionship, which is the whole reason you decided to seek out a hybrid in the first place. One or two, does it really matter? It might even be better as they’ll be able to keep each other company if they get lonely when you’re gone, and I see no reason we can’t help you look after them too.”

“You’d do that?” you asked the collie hybrid, surprised.

“Of course,” he agreed with a tiny smile, “We’re friends are we not?”

You smiled at him, touched, and extremely reassured by his ever cool logic. It did make sense, and quelled some of your worries, plus knowing the extremely reliable hybrid would help you out if you needed it was incredibly comforting.

“I wouldn’t worry about them being returned to their center,” Suna told you, surprisingly serious, “Hybrids get returned for all sorts of reasons, but most of the time its owner incompatibility rather than behavioral issues. Plus that center wouldn’t let you adopt them if they thought they’d give you trouble.”

“But Sugawara did say they’d heard the twins gave someone trouble,” you admitted, recalling the conversation with the worried cat-hybrid.

“Yes, but they didn’t give you trouble,” Suna pointed out, “We cat hybrids tend to make up our minds pretty quickly about people. It sounds like they decided they liked you, and unless something really terrible happens they’ll keep liking you, we’re terribly stubborn that way.”

“If you’re really worried you can always ask the center about it,” Ojirou told you, “They keep records, and would probably tell you, especially if it’s a concern about their adoptability.”

“I don’t want to pry into something and lose their trust,” you admitted, even as part of you was incredibly tempted to do just that.

“Then maybe try asking if the center if they think whatever the issue was, will be an issue with you,” Suna reasoned, “And if they say no then let it lie and adopt them, and if they say maybe or yes, then tell the twins you can’t accept them if they can’t tell you what the issue was.”

“That seems fair to me,” Kita agreed with a nod, “Just make sure you’re honest and tell them you asked, just in case.”

“Okay,” you agreed, letting out a relieved breath, “Okay that sounds really reasonable to me. It’s just… do you think I’m rushing into this too fast? I mean going to the center today was an impulse.”

“I don’t think so,” Ojirou assured her thoughtfully, “You’ve been thinking about it for a while, haven’t you?”

“She’s put so much thought into it she’s actually over thought it,” Suna interjected wryly before you had a chance to answer.

You made a face at him but couldn’t actually argue. He might have a point about overthinking it. Reassured you spent a good couple hours talking with your neighbor and the two hybrids as they answered more of your questions, and you told them about the twins.

Eventually however you headed home, determined now to get at least a little bit prepared for the arrival of your two new housemates tomorrow. Luckily it wasn’t dirty, but running a load of laundry and doing a little vacuuming never hurt anyone. You didn’t have a whole lot for them and didn’t know what kind of things they might have or need, but hopefully your office with pull out futon and guest bedroom would suffice for now until you could take them shopping.

Falling into bed that night you let yourself feel your excitement for the first time. You were adopting a hybrid, not just one but adorable twin hybrids. You couldn’t wait to bring them home and maybe put an end to your loneliness once and for all.

Osamu glanced slowly around the room, trying not to look at his twin, the clock, or the doors to the main area of the shared living space the way Atsumu was. Yesterday had been a bit of a revelation. He’d never actually expected to approach the woman who’d shown up looking to adopt. After what happened with their last owner he’d never expected to ever actually want to be adopted again. However, somehow he’d found himself entranced by her, and he had no one but himself to blame.

When he’d initially strolled over, it was because he’d known via his bond to his older twin that he’d finally realized that Osamu had snagged his pudding for himself and was throwing a fit about it. He’d thought that his twin wouldn’t dare make a fuss if he was with a potential owner.

The rules of this place were pretty lax compared to the first center they’d lived in. It allowed them a lot more freedoms. It let them come and go from their rooms as they pleased rather than on a regimented schedule, and allowed them to turn down any potential adopter that they didn’t like, which had felt utterly shocking and unprecedented when he’d first been told about it. They gave them a small allowance they could spend or save as they chose, and even let them deal with their heats and ruts in whatever way they chose, including with other tenants so long as birth control was used.

It honestly felt like heaven compared to the first center they’d been at, and maybe even better than living with their previous owner even before everything had gone to shit. He wasn’t sure he’d even ever wanted to leave, which he’d been assured by several other tenants was also an option if he so desired.

However, the one rule that was the same between both centers was that they weren’t allowed to cause trouble with the humans that came looking to adopt. This was only good sense considering how much the law favored humans in cases of hybrid vs human issues. However, unlike the first center they’d lived, this one at least didn’t threaten to put them down if they misbehaved.

They’d been young back then, everyone in that center was, all of them below the age of twenty-one, because anyone who reached their twenty-second birthday disappeared and was never seen again. Thus he hadn’t known it was actually against the law to kill hybrids, none of them had known and the caretakers had perpetuated the rumor that those who reached twenty-two were killed instead of shipped off to other centers in order to make them that much more desperate to be adopted.

It had made him more than a bit bitter once he’d been with their new owner long enough to learn more about what was and wasn’t allowed when it came to human hybrid interactions. The man had actually found their previous beliefs amusing and had laughed at them more than once for being so naïve.

It was positively galling, and had made his hackles rise more than once. However he’d known better than to lash out and had better impulse control than Atsumu who’d been punished by their previous owner more than once for acting aggressively. Fortunately, Osamu had never liked being made fun of, and spite was a powerful motivator, meaning he’d practically memorized any and all of the laws that had to do with hybrids.

It meant the few times their owner had toed the line with Atsumu’s punishments that he’d been able to cite the law to pull him back, right up until their owner had decided he no longer cared and pushed too far, leading to them being removed from his home and put back up for adoption at this new center.

They had been here for just over a month and while several people had been interested in adopting the ‘rare gold and silver hybrid twins’ he had absolutely refused to engage with any of them. It was probably why that female alpha hybrid had been so shocked when he’d first approached.

He’d fully intended to just use the human to keep Atsumu at bay, right up until she’d crouched down and offered her hands to him and he’d gotten a whiff of her scent. He’d known from the few lessons their ma had bothered to teach them that hybrids relied a lot more on their sense of smell than humans did, and that scent was the basis of the instinct that told them who would be a good mate and who wouldn’t.

He’d originally thought compatibility could only be found with other hybrids, after all he’d met plenty of humans before both when he’d lived in the adoption centers and with his previous owner and never once had he gotten a hint of compatibility with any of them. He thought he could be forgiven for completely losing his head and giving over to his instincts as he caught the scent of the most compatible person he’d ever met.

Her scent was honestly indescribable, and his instincts had him purring within seconds as he tried to rub her scent all over himself. She’d obliged, petting him with fingers that had felt magical, her touch kind and soothing and perfect as she rubbed his ears, carded fingers through his fur and rubbed her hand along his back.

He’d been lost in a dizzy haze of touch and scent and probably would’ve remained that way if not for the fury of his brother, which had jolted him out of it. It had been like a bucket of cold water dumped over his head pulling him from his happy haze and reminding him of the whole reason he’d come up to the human in the first place.

He probably should’ve run off, but hadn’t been able to bring himself to move very far, instead darting around to hide behind her. He’d thought that once Atsumu saw her he’d stop and at least hold off attempting to get vengeance until later, but he’d overestimated his brother again, who was apparently more incensed than he’d guessed about the lost pudding.

Instinct had kicked in and before he’d really thought about it he was running away from his brother, darting around her legs in a game of chase that was both amusing and a bit annoying, especially when he could tell how much it was pissing his brother off, his sibling’s annoyance pulsing down their bond in waves of sparks.

He wasn’t sure how long it would’ve continued, as they’d actually run around like this until someone got tired before, usually Atsumu as he got fed up and didn’t have the patience to keep going. However, he’d suddenly found himself plucked right up into the air.

He’d been amused when she’d scolded Atsumu, though the amusement had faded a bit when she’d decided to scold him too, leaving him feeling properly chastised. He’d been more than a bit pissed off with his brother when he’d realized the nice smelling woman was bleeding because of him, though there’d also been a small frisson of fear, wondering what the consequences would be.

However, to his surprise she hadn’t actually seemed all that angry with either of them. Instead she’d immediately accepted Atsumu’s apologies as his brother, who’d managed to get a lungful of her scent had cuddled up to her. He could feel Atsumu’s deep interest in the human. His brother clearly also scented compatibility with her, which wasn’t surprising given they’d shared almost everything else in their lives.

He’d found himself more than a little bit jealous as he’d watched his brother soak up her attention. It had always been like that to an extent. Atsumu had always been the more outgoing one, the one who attracted attention, who wore his heart on his sleeve and somehow managed to win people over despite his often crass personality. Osamu had always kind of faded into the background as he was much quieter and had better control over his emotions, the silver to his gold, the shadow to his light.

Normally he didn’t mind, but this time being forgotten had stung. They’d always competed with each other, but most of the time he’d been humoring his brother, or simply hadn’t wanted Atsumu to win rather than wanting the prize of winning himself. This time though it had felt like more than that. No way was he going to let his brother steal her all to himself.

Before he’d really thought about it he’d reached out a paw, and to her credit she’d immediately offered him a sweet smile and resumed her wonderful petting. Atsumu hadn’t been pleased, but he hadn’t cared a bit.

It hadn’t surprised him at all that when Shimizu had come back with the first aid kit that Atsumu had insisted on taking over when he’d been the one to offer first. The two of them had continued to quietly compete over her attention as they fixed up her scratches, though he could at least feel his brother’s guilt for inflicting them on her in the first place, which did help sooth some of his annoyance with his older twin.

It was utterly gratifying that even when she had Atsumu literally in the palm of her hand, she’d still looked for him too. He’d tried to shove the feeling down and away, trying to remind himself that neither he nor his brother actually wanted another owner, but found it wasn’t working well. The combination of her scent and her fingers as she massaged her fingers through his hair enough to make him want to curl up in her lap and never leave.

He’d thought they might get in trouble when Sugawara returned. His fellow silver cat-hybrid belonged to the owner of the center, and took his job very seriously. He wouldn’t allow any of them to make trouble, and while he respected him, and admittedly envied him a bit for the clear trusting and loving relationship he had with his owner it didn’t stop him from wanting to claw his eyes out for bringing up their past in front of her.

Right when he was considering attempting to verbally eviscerate the other hybrid and damn the consequences his brother’s shock had pulled him from his thoughts, and he turned just in time to see her pull his twin into her lap. The feel of her hand gently squeezing his neck from behind practically made him limp with pleasure as Atsumu’s own bliss at being so close to her combined with his own to thoroughly distract the two of them, though not so much he didn’t notice her excusing their behavior and ensuring they didn’t get in trouble.

However, both of them had snapped to attention when the other hybrid had asked her if she wanted to adopt the two of them. He’d been able to feel his twin’s building hope, his impulsive brother apparently forgetting all about not wanting another owner, already clearly more than half in love with her despite not even knowing her for a day.

It was a trait he both hated and envied in his twin, the ability to be so impulsive, to move on so quickly and let go of past hurts. It wasn’t something he was capable of. He knew he was a grudge holder and far slower to trust than his brother was. He liked to think it served him well and kept him from being as naïve as Atsumu could be, though there were times it made things difficult too.

He’d been unsure whether he wanted her to state her intention to adopt them or not, right up until she’d said she hadn’t even considered it. It stung more than he’d expected, his own small hurt amplified by his brother’s though both of them had been somewhat soothed by her explanation that she wanted to know them better.

It was extremely reasonable and made him like her all the more, knowing she was the cautious type, more like him than like Atsumu, even if he simultaneously wished she’d been a little more impulsive just this one time and said yes instead. Though he found himself heartened by her honesty. That she’d actually asked them if they wanted to go with her rather than making any sort of assumption had settled things for him.

He hadn’t needed Atsumu’s silent pleading to forget their original plans to agree that maybe they should give this human a chance, though it did make it easier in the end to agree as he wasn’t the only one who wanted it.

They’d both tried to win her over, and though they’d accidentally fallen into squabbling more than once she’d handled it like a champ, not at all put off and even amused by it if the smile was any indication. However, despite the fact that they were the ones trying to win her over, it seemed every word she spoke was actually meant to win them over instead.

She was nothing like their previous owner, who’d been strict with his rules and harsh with his punishments. In fact she didn’t speak about punishments at all. He wasn’t naïve enough to think there wouldn’t be any if they misbehaved, but the freedoms she was offering in turn more than made up for anything she might throw their way.

The biggest hiccup had been when Atsumu mentioned their previous owner. The horror and guilt he’d felt from his twin was the only reason he’d managed to keep himself from doing more than hiss at him. His stomach had sunk when she’d gently pressed them for answers, but he knew they had to give her something.

He’d tried to give her as little as possible unwilling to volunteer the information, both because he hated even thinking about their time with their previous owner and because he was afraid she might somehow decide she didn’t want them because of it. In the end she’d changed the subject herself, and not brought it up again, but as she’d walked away from them with Sugawara, leaving them behind he’d wondered rather despairingly if that hadn’t been a mistake.

It didn’t matter that she’d turned around to comfort them when Atsumu had been unable to keep his heartbreak quiet. He’d known the minute she walked out the doors the chances of her coming back were slim to none. That was the other thing that remained consistent between this shelter and the last. Once a potential owner walked away claiming they needed to ‘think on it’ they never came back.

Still he hadn’t been able to turn away from her embrace, or to stop himself from scent marking the opposite side of your neck from the one his twin had claimed, laying his own personal stamp with the faint hope it would remind you to come back for them. However, no matter what you’d said, he couldn’t bring himself to hope. He knew hoping would only lead to more disappointment, and he wasn’t like Atsumu he wouldn’t be able to bounce back from it.

Not that his twin was making it easy on him. His brother’s hope was so fierce it was almost painful and he could feel the slightly desperate edge to it. He’d gotten attached to her, not that he could blame him, he was more attached than he wanted to be too. However unlike him, Atsumu had fill faith you were coming back, so much so he’d actually packed up his room into the bags they’d brought from his old place and was ready to go.

Nothing Osamu or any of the others, who also seemed to understand how small the chance was that she’d come back for them, said could sway him. The moment it had passed three o’clock Atsumu had brought hjs bags out to the shared living area and began to sit vigil, waiting for her to come back.

Stubborn as ever his twin had ignored all the pitying looks sent his way and the fact that slowly but surely time had slipped by, leaving just half an hour until they were supposed to close. Though his face was resolute, his brother wasn’t actually stupid and Osamu knew it was only stubborn pride keeping him in place. He could feel the slow onset of his twin’s hurt and despair as each minute ticked down.

He’d contemplated leaving him, going to his own room to wallow, but he knew he could never abandon his twin. They’d been through everything together, and he certainly wasn’t going to leave him now.

He was trying to figure out if he could coax his brother into leaving his post when the door swung open, revealing Sugawara, who had a wide beaming smile on his face. His fellow silver hybrid cast a quick glance behind him before ushering his follower into the room.

He barely caught a glimpse of her before his brother practically launched himself at her, but it was enough to freeze him in his place, because it was her. She’d actually come back after all.

His brother had wrapped himself around her, burying his face in her neck and clinging to her like favorite a stuffed toy, not that she seemed to mind, if the hands she was running over his hair and back meant anything. He couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, the words too quiet to hear over the sudden near painful hope and the rapid beat of his own heart at the thought that she’d come for them.

Atsumu’s joy was practically burning through him, combined with his restored faith and smug satisfaction that he’d been right all along about her coming back for them. It probably should’ve annoyed him, but he found that all he could really feel was a bone deep sort of relief.

“Where’s your brother?” she asked, as she finally managed to gently extract herself a bit from his twin’s embrace, though he noticed he didn’t let go entirely, one of his hands laced firmly with hers.

He immediately stood, letting himself fall back into his more human skin as he made his way toward them, not waiting for his brother to out him. She seemed to spot him immediately and the relieved smile on her face was enough to make his traitorous heart skip a beat.

“Osamu,” she greeted warmly, more warmly than he thought he’d ever been greeted by anyone before as she opened her free arm in an inviting gesture. It was maybe a little pathetic how readily he accepted that embrace, but he couldn’t bring himself to care, as he fell into her hold, face automatically nuzzling against the side of her neck that Atsumu had left unclaimed. A rumbling purr left his lips as he felt her press her face against his affectionately, as he allowed himself to cling to her for a bit.

“I’m so sorry I’m late,” she murmured to him quietly, her arm squeezing affectionately around his waist, genuine regret in her tone, “My boss made me stay a little longer than usual, and then there was an accident on the freeway. I called ahead though and Sugawara has almost all the paperwork done. I just need to collect the two of you, do some signing and we’ll go home okay?”

“Really? Yer takin’ us home?” he almost didn’t recognize his own voice given how weak it sounded, the quaver in it making him feel utterly ridiculous and overly emotional, something that was supposed to be his twin’s job, and frustrated him enough that he bit his lip nearly hard enough to bleed as he wrestled with himself, trying to get back in control of his emotions.

“Yeah, as long as you want to come, then I’ll gladly take you,” she offered with a gentle smile that made his heart squeeze nearly painfully in his chest, “Though there’s something I need to admit to first.”

He froze a little at that, staring at her anxiously as Atsumu also looked on, his blabbermouth brother finally silent and clearly wary. She carefully released him, though she still reached for his hand, peering between the two of them, anxious but also obviously determined. He allowed her to grasp her fingers, squeezing them automatically, anxiety making his heartrate skyrocket and bile rise in his throat.

“I asked the center about your previous owner,” she confessed, the words automatically making his heart drop, as he wondered numbly what they could’ve told her. Had she asked for the details? Was she afraid now? Had she changed her mind or decided to add some stipulations to their adoption?”

“I didn’t ask for details,” she clarified, her voice managing to cut through the haze of panic that had been rising in his chest, “All I asked was if they thought whatever had happened with your previous owner would cause trouble for me, or put any of us in any sort of danger.”

That didn’t actually sound so bad, and was even fairly reasonable the storm of hurt and anger that had been building behind his anxiety slowly dispersing the more he thought about it. He noticed that his grip on her hand had loosened a bit, and he retightened his hold, hoping the center had responded in a way that reassured her. Given that she was here, talking to them, he thought it wasn’t unreasonable to be hopeful.

“They said none of us would be in any danger, otherwise they never would’ve offered to take you both in, in the first place, and that they were sure you’d be alright with me,” she explained, her hand gently squeezing his in return.

He wasn’t sure if the bone deep relief he felt was his or his brother’s but he couldn’t bring himself to care, too caught up in the surging hope that followed it as she asked, “So, even knowing that I asked that, are the two of you still willing to come home with me?”

“O course we want to go with ya, right Samu?” his brother replied instantly, nuzzling into her neck insistently, clearly begging for attention, attention she seemed more than willing to give if the affectionate smile on her face was any indication. When she looked at him for confirmation all he could do was nod in agreement, unable to find the words for how very much he did want it and unwilling to sound ridiculous again.

The next half hour passed in a strange almost dream like haze, as he packed himself up, his smug brother clinging to her and gloating over how he was already finished, soaking up her attention as he made a mental note to get back at his annoying twin later. Once he finished packing all there really was, was a couple of signatures before he found himself in a nice car that was speeding along the highway.

Atsumu was chatting away in the front seat, practically bouncing as he asked their amused new owner anything that popped into his head as he tried to digest what had happened. Somehow, someway, they had an owner again.

You smiled to yourself as you listened to Atsumu babble away happily in the seat next to you. The golden furred twin hadn’t stopped bouncing since you’d showed up at the shelter, clearly over the moon that you’d come back for him. Osamu was quiet in the back seat, and you might’ve been worried he was happy to come with you if not for the way he’d scent marked you, almost frantically his hand clutched tightly to yours as you’d signed the paperwork to take them home.

It was pretty clear both twins had thought you weren’t coming back for them, and it had broken your heart a bit, and made you even more resolute that you’d done the right thing for all of you. You’d been anxious the whole day to get back to them, not nearly as focused on work as you probably should’ve been, which had been part of the reason for your delay in the first place.

You’d panicked more than a bit when you’d encountered the accident on the way there, afraid that you’d break your promise to the twins. It had only been Sugawara’s kind voice, assuring you that he’d start the paperwork while you drove and even stay open late if necessary for you to get there, that had kept your guilt and panic at bay.

Now that you had them with you weren’t quite sure how you felt. Dazed that it was actually happening, excited for what the future might bring, and a little anxious about all the changes you’d have to make in your life even as you looked forward to those changes more than anything.

However, before you headed for home there were a couple things you needed to do first. Luckily you would hopefully find everything you needed in one place, at least for today. You wanted to give them time to settle in a bit, more shopping could come later when they’d decided what they needed.

“Where’s this?” Atsumu asked, pausing in his excited babble to look at you with confusion, as you pulled into the large parking lot, “Ya don’t live here do ya?”

“Don’t be stupid,” his brother huffed from the backseat, “Yer gonna make her think we’re some kind of bumpkins, ya know what a mall is Tsumu.”

“O course I know what a mall is,” Atsumu blustered, twisting around in his seat to glare at his twin, “I just thought maybe she had an apartment nearby is all. Who knows how rich people live?”

You huffed in amusement, reaching out without thought to ruffle his ears affectionately. The golden haired hybrid froze for a minute under your touch, and you wondered if you’d done something wrong, freezing as well, before a rumbling purr left his chest as he pressed his head further into your hand.

“You’re too cute,” you murmured almost to yourself as you gently scratched his ears and stroked your hand over his face and neck, unable to keep the smile from your lips.

“We’re only stopped here for a quick couple errands,” you explained to both twins, reluctantly pulling away from Atsumu who offered a pout but didn’t protest, “I noticed you don’t have as much as I thought you would, and I want to get you more comfortable collars to wear when we’re in public.”

Both twins hands immediately flew to the simple brown leather bands around their necks. All hybrids were required to wear collars in public to identify them as belonging to someone. The collars had a tag on them, which was essentially a small chip that had all their owner’s information in it, that when scanned would tell someone how to get in contact with their owner. It was to ensure they behaved and that if they didn’t their owner could be forced to take responsibility for their actions. Any hybrid who walked around without a collar immediately had the police called and was brought in and held until they could figure out why they were without.

You’d heard horror stories about the way such hybrids were treated, innocent hybrids who’d accidentally lost a collar somewhere and been so traumatized when they were finally returned to their owners that they were never the same again. Which of course was why you were determined it was never going to happen to your twins, even if a part of you balked at the idea of putting a symbol of ownership on another sentient being. Judging from the looks on their faces, Atsumu’s much easier to read than Osamu’s they’d heard stories too, and neither of them bothered to protest.

“Come on,” you urged gently, climbing out of the car yourself, “The sooner we get the unpleasant stuff done the sooner we get to the good stuff. I’ve got a couple things in mind I’d like to get you both as welcome home presents, but if there’s anything else you think you want or need feel free to ask.”

“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding out of the car.

“That’s right,” you agreed with a small laugh, watching him sulk a bit as he realized his brother had beaten him in securing your free hand, Osamu’s fingers laced with your own and a smug smirk on the silver hybrid’s face, “So keep close and let’s get going okay?”

Luckily the mall wasn’t too crowded, and while the twins got more then their fair share of admiring looks, doubtless both because of how good looking they were and how rare twin hybrids in general were, no one actually dared to approach your group, even as Atsumu practically bounced around glancing around the mall in fascination and reminding you more of an eager puppy than a supposedly slightly older cat hybrid.

Osamu was much more dignified and kept close to your side, though judging from his wide-eyed look that he couldn’t quite hide behind his stoic façade he was just as in awe as his brother. You were starting to get an impression of their previous owner and it was far from good.

You’d known that some owners kept their hybrids close to home, either because they were overly protective or possessive, and it had always rubbed you the wrong way. Ojirou had always allowed Kita and Suna to do as they pleased for the most part, treating them as capable adults and equals, more like roommates than the pets some treated their hybrids as and his was the example you were going to strive to follow.

It was why your errands today were so important, because while you would happily have let your twin hybrids run around as they pleased dressed however they pleased a collar was unfortunately the one thing they couldn’t be without, especially if they were going to go outside without you.

Luckily the mall was outfitted with several hybrid specialty stores and it didn’t take you long to find one dedicated entirely to collars. Both twins were a little wide eyed at the selection, and neither seemed to know quite what to say as you roamed through the aisles together looking at the selection.

Several of them made you grimace in outright distaste, the collars boasting accessories like inward facing spikes or tracking devices that would alert the owner if the hybrid tried to leave their home. It made you feel a little sick to your stomach, so you instead turned to the less intrusive ones.

“Do you see anything you like?” you asked the twins, squeezing Osamu’s hand affectionately, “You don’t have to wear collars in the house if you don’t want to, but you’re going to need them if you want to leave when I’m not home, which means you’ll probably be wearing them a lot, so make sure to pick something you like. You can even pick a couple if you want it to match your outfit for the day or whatever I don’t mind spending a little more to get a handful of chips programmed.”

Both twins blinked at you owlishly clearly startled by the offer, which made your heart hurt for them, even as they hesitantly turned back toward the displays, looking more closely than they had before.

“Do ya have any restrictions?” Osamu asked bluntly, not quite looking at you as he eyed a display of thick leather ones that didn’t look comfortable in the slightest.

“No,” you assured him, “I’m not the one who has to wear it.”

Osamu nodded slowly, and seemed to be taking his time as he perused the collars. You let him do as he liked, allowing him to lead. You’d only loosened your hold on him once, thinking he may like to wander the store like his brother and not have to tow you along with him, but the way his hand had reflexively tightened on yours in response had put paid to that assumption and you’d immediately re-laced your fingers together.

In the end Atsumu approached you first, holding a collar out to you hopefully. It actually looked like it was meant more for a dog hybrid, thick black leather with steel spikes on it, making it look fairly fierce. Personally you thought it was gaudy and was probably going to be uncomfortable, but you tried not to let your distaste show, after all you’d said anything they wanted and you’d meant it. Luckily in the end you didn’t need to say anything.

“What the hell is that?” Osamu demanded when he caught sight of the collar in his brother’s hands, the disgusted look on his face letting you know his feelings quite clearly.

“It’s a collar scrub, what else would it be?” Atsumu replied with a sneer for his twin you were beginning to think was automatic.

“I’m not the scrub you are,” the silver twin sneered, “Because only a scrub would wear somethin’ like that.”

“Oy,” Atsumu interjected, with a fierce glare, “She said we could have what we wanted.”

“Yeah but she probably thought ya had some sort of taste, she doesn’t know you well enough to know how scrubby ya are scrub,” Osamu hissed back.

“Alright guys,” you interjected gently, squeezing Osamu’s hand and reaching out to gently ruffle Atsumu’s ears, aware of the eyes of the cashier which had definitely turned in your direction given the twins were getting louder and louder by the second, “Let’s try to keep it to polite volume levels in public hmm?”

“Sorry,” both twins grumbled, identical pouts on their faces that made you giggle.

“It’s alright,” you assured them fondly, “Just try to be good okay?”

They nodded though Osamu clearly needed to get the last word in as he turned to you with pleading eyes, “Ya think it’s an abomination too don’t ya?”

“I said you could have whatever you wanted,” you told him diplomatically, “If this is what Atsumu likes, then of course he can have it.”

“Ha, see!” Osamu demanded of his twin, clearly seeing right through your attempt at diplomacy, “She thinks it’s ugly too!”

“Do ya really think it’s ugly?” Atsumu asked you sulkily eyeing the collar in his hands.

You’d known before that you were weak to pleading eyes, but it turned out you were even more weak to the pleading copper eyes of your hybrid, the thought that he might be sad tugging at your heartstrings.

“I just worry you’ll be uncomfortable,” you assured him, letting go of Osamu’s hand and gently cupping his face in your hands, rubbing your thumbs along his cheeks affectionately, the same way you did for one of the hybrids that occasionally came to your office to sulk when his owner brought him to work but didn’t pay attention to him.

Atsumu immediately leaned into your palms, heavy lidded eyes half-shut with bliss as you explained, “It’s summer right now, and there’s no padding so it will be hot, heavy and probably chafe. Plus didn’t you say you wanted to play volleyball? Won’t it get in the way? I can definitely get it for you if you like it, but maybe pick something else too, okay?”

“Kay,” your golden twin agreed, sounding completely and utterly content as he nuzzled into your hands, making your heart melt in your chest.

“What about this one?” Osamu offered, pulling your attention away from his brother.

He was holding a collar in his hands, one that actually looked more like a necklace a thin but sturdy looking cord of leather fastened with a silver chain in the front that clasped on both ends to a silver hoop that suspended a solid silver disc in the middle that on close inspection revealed that it housed the chip needed for identification.

“That looks really nice,” you praised, letting out a breath of relief at his choice. You weren’t a big fan of the collars in general, but seeing it look more like a necklace made it seem far more tolerable. Plus it was black and silver and thus would probably go with just about anything he chose to wear.

Letting go of Atsumu to take the collar from his twin, you completely missed the smug smirk directed over your shoulder by Osamu as you inspected it, though Atsumu certainly didn’t, giving his twin an annoyed glare above your head.

In the end, while Atsumu sulked and complained about it, he did actually put the original collar he’d offered back and go with Osamu’s choice, even though you offered to get him both. He refused, sulking slightly all the while, but remained insistent that he only needed the one, even though you ended up buying four collars total, so you could have two back-ups. Though he did insist on holding your hand to make up for the disappointment.

Luckily the manager didn’t seem to mind having to program all four collars, tapping away at the computer, while Atsumu sulked a bit by your side and Osamu somehow managed to all but radiate smug superiority. The cashier carefully ringing up your purchases for you as you pulled your wallet out.

“A word of advice?” the cashier offered as you waited for the programmed collars, surprising you with his forwardness.

“You’re too indulgent with them,” he continued on, not giving you the chance to refute the need for him to speak, “Hybrid’s need a firm hand. You’ll spoil them if you let them get away with raising their voices in public and causing a scene. Don’t ever let them forget their place.”

You felt more than saw both twins bristle on either side of you, and gently squeezed Atsumu’s hand, before laying your hand over the back of Osamu’s neck. You wouldn’t care a bit if they wanted to verbally eviscerate the man who was eying them with clear distaste, a distaste you were almost sure stemmed from jealousy given the lascivious looks he probably thought you hadn’t noticed levelled in your direction. Unfortunately, you also didn’t want them to get into trouble, and weren’t quite sure what the law said about how hybrids were allowed to defend themselves from humans, something you planned to rectify as soon as possible.

For now however you weren’t about to let the twins get in trouble and cut in your tone as cold as you could make it, “I don’t remember asking for your opinion, nor do I care about what you think in the least. I’ll treat them how I want to treat them, which means I’ll spoil and pamper them as much as I like. I suggest you keep your opinions to yourself in the future if you want to keep this business running. As it is I’ll be sending my complaint to your superiors. Let’s go guys, we can find other collars elsewhere. It’s not like they’re hard to find.”

“Wait! The chips are already programmed and you haven’t paid,” the manager protested, standing up from the computer looking utterly appalled.

“Should’ve thought of that before your employee opened his mouth, and decided to spew his unwanted bile everywhere,” you countered with a shrug, “I’d consider finding better employees in the future if I were you, or at least teach them to keep their mouths shut.”

“But the chips can’t be removed from these collars, they’ll be completely ruined,” the manager put in, sounding more than a bit despairing.

“I’m sorry,” you told her, feeling genuinely bad for the woman, after all it wasn’t her fault the other employee was an ass, “But that’s not my problem. I refuse to support any sort of business that would treat its customers like this.”

The glare she leveled on her fellow employee was utterly ferocious and had him cowering back in his seat. Not that you could blame her for being upset, each collar was about three hundred USD so the sale they were losing out on was enormous.

“I can offer you a discount?” she tried hopefully, “Fifty percent off?”

You tilted your head thoughtfully, but didn’t reply instead turning to look at the twins who’d clearly been more than ready to follow you out of the store, “What do you think?”

“Us?” Atsumu asked, clearly baffled.

“Yes, you,” you told him with a fond smile, “You’re the ones who got insulted, not me, and they’re your collars. I’m happy to buy you whatever you like from wherever you want it, whether that’s here or somewhere else.”

“Seventy-five percent off,” Osamu bargained from her other side, taking you by surprise. You turned to see him watching the manager with shrewd eyes, and when it looked like she would protest he added in, “Seventy-five percent off and we won’t leave bad reviews on every site we can or send letters of complaint to upper management.”

“Agreed,” the manager huffed, shooting another vicious look at her employee, one that clearly read that it would be coming out of his salary.

You huffed, amused at Osamu’s bargaining, gently massaging your thumb against the base of his neck affectionately before releasing both twins and moving to pay, only spending a quarter of what you’d originally planned.

“Nice work,” you praised the silver hybrid once the three of you were out of the store and out of earshot.

Osamu shot you a sly smirk, looking exceedingly pleased with himself as he walked beside you. Atsumu had claimed your hand this time, so he was carrying the bags, though it didn’t seem to bother him in the least.

“Now that, that’s taken care of, let’s go grab your gifts,” you told the twins, tugging them along to the PineApple store.

“Presents?” Atsumu asked eagerly, practically bounding along beside you, your intertwined hands swinging back and forth between you.

Laughing you simply pulled him with you into the store. Both twins were wide-eyed as you browsed through, clearly unused to the cutting edge technology on display, both of them exceedingly cautious with the expensive looking tech. It took some gentle urging, but eventually you managed to get phones and laptops picked out for each of them.

“Isn’t this too much,” Osamu asked you in an undertone, clearly worried as an employee walked Atsumu through getting his laptop set up. It turned out that of the twins Osamu was definitely more technically savvy and loved his new laptop, though Atsumu had already managed to download several apps and games on to his phone and was thoroughly enjoying them as well, “It’s expensive.”

“I have the money,” you assured him gently, “And besides, everyone has a phone these days. I want you guys to have them in case you get in trouble when I’m not home and need to reach me, like if you got lost or hurt or simply need a human to ensure you’re treated fairly. I’d feel awful if you needed me and I didn’t know.”

“The laptops are so you don’t get too bored at home, though I hope you’ll find things to enjoy outside the apartment too,” you continued, absently stroking your hand up and down his back.

“Will you be wanting hybrid trackers in the new phones?” the employee asked, her voice professional as she began to ring up your purchases.

You hesitated. On one hand you hated the idea of invading the twins privacy, and on the other you knew that you fully intended to let them roam as they pleased so wouldn’t it be better to have the tracker just in case? A quick glance showed that Osamu was impassive as ever, and even Atsumu just looked bored, not paying any attention whatsoever, instead tapping away at his new phone.

“What do you think?” you asked them, more than willing to hear their opinions on the matter.

“You’re the owner,” Osamu told her, apparently speaking for both of them as he gave an unconcerned shrug, which wasn’t helpful in the least.

You grimaced a bit trying to think of a compromise before finally pulling out your own phone and asking the employee, “Is there anyway to ensure all three of the phones will track each other?”

“Let me go ask,” she told you politely, turning away to go grab someone more knowledgeable.

“That’s fair right?” you asked hesitantly, “This way you know where I am too and can come find me if you need me.”

“Yeah,” Osamu agreed, giving you a look that you thought might be something as close to awe as you’d seen on the silver haired hybrid, “Yeah that’s fair.”

The employee quickly returned and confirmed they could indeed make all three phones track one another, and in the span of a few minutes managed to get your purchases complete. Feeling like that was probably enough for now, you led them back towards the car.

It was starting to get pretty late, and the minute you’d exited the mall Osamu’s stomach had given a loud rumbling growl. Atsumu had made fun of him for all of a minute, before his own stomach betrayed him. You’d shaken your head at their antics, but allowed a surprisingly eager Osamu to order whatever he wanted for carryout from the Chinese place near your apartment.

One quick stop for the food, and you finally managed to bring your new hybrids home. Both of them were a little quiet as you led them up to your apartment, staring around and clearly taking everything in. Either Ojirou, Kita and Suna weren’t home, or they’d decided to give you time to settle with the twins as they didn’t emerge from their apartment as you arrived in the hallway and fumbled the door open.

“Here we are,” you told them, hitting the lights, “Home sweet home.”

Both twins were laden with things, carrying their purchases, the food, and their things from the adoption center. Still looking at them was enough to make your heart clench. It had only taken one trip to bring everything up, but despite hybrids being stronger than normal humans it still made your heart clench to see how very little the twins actually had. Each of them only had a medium sized suitcase of things, and Atsumu had a worn volleyball but that was it aside from the things you’d bought them. It was something you were determined to fix for the future, but for now you’d make do.

“I know you’re hungry, so unless you want to settle in for a bit first we can eat and then I’ll show you around,” you offered.

The twins exchanged looks, but nodded in clear agreement. You pointed out the bathroom just in case, but then brought them to the kitchen, trying to show them where everything was as you pulled utensils from the drawers. Osamu clearly paid much more attention to her explanations than Atsumu did, though both diligently helped her set the table.

The food was really good, and thankfully sparked more conversation, even if it was more subdued than earlier, all of them worn out from the long day they’d had. Osamu was clearly very interested in food, and not just in eating it the way his brother was. You managed to coax out that he’d cooked for their previous owner from time to time, and told him that as long as he was careful he was more than free to use her kitchen and anything in it for whatever he wanted earning what felt like her first real smile from the silver haired twin.

Despite how tired they clearly were, both twins helped you clean up. For the first time since you’d first discovered the lovely little Chinese restaurant there weren’t actually any leftovers, the twins having consumed everything you said you didn’t want. As they worked you noted it really was kind of nice, even if things were quiet, to have the company as they went about their tasks.

“Alright, so I wasn’t sure if you’d want your own rooms or if you’d want to share,” you told them, gesturing for them to follow, “We’re going to have to do some shopping either way, since they’re your rooms and I want you to be able to personalize them any way you want, but I think they’re pretty equal in size.”

The twins stared at you, clearly surprised, glancing at each other, to the rooms you’d offered, to you, and back again, the gesture making her more than a bit nervous. You’d thought there was plenty of space for the two of them, but maybe they didn’t see it that way?

“We get our own rooms?” Atsumu asked at last, finally breaking the silence, his voice quiet and disbelieving, copper eyes huge in his face.

“If you want them, then of course they’re yours,” you assured him, concerned, “I still have to clean out my study, but I didn’t want to delay adopting you and I don’t think it will take too long. There’s a pull out futon in there, though you’re more than free to share if you want a bed, or I can take the futon and one of you can have my bed for now. I’ve certainly slept on the futon before and I don’t mind.”

“You’d give up your bed?” Osamu repeated, looking like you’d just smacked him over the head with a fish, more surprise on his face then you’d thought him capable of showing.

“Just until we find something for you,” you told him, a little puzzled at his surprise but with the sinking feeling that your suspicions about their former owner were correct.

“But, why?” Atsumu asked you, wide eyed and a little teary.

“Because, you’re mine now,” you assured him, unable to quite find the words you wanted to say, but hoping you were conveying your feelings at the very least, “And I’m going to do everything I can to keep you safe and happy.”

The sad mewling sound he made in response to your words was enough to break your heart, as he pitched forward squeezing you into his chest and burying his face in your shoulder. You pressed your cheek to his hair, rubbing his back soothingly with one arm even as you automatically opened the other one for his twin, a gesture that was slowly becoming more and more familiar to you.

Osamu didn’t sob the way his twin did, but the way he squeezed you tight let you know he was just as moved as Atsumu even if he was quieter about it. Seeing their genuine gratitude for what you felt was common courtesy broke your heart, but even as it ached and you did your best to soothe them you swore to yourself, to love and care for your new hybrids so they’d never want for anything ever again to be the best owner it was possible to be after all they deserved nothing less.

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Mouthful

You suck them off while they’re on the phone. 

Kozume Kenma x Reader

Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Miya Osamu x Reader

Here you go Anon, I hope you like it!!! I am pushing the Oikawa, Kuroo, Bokuto bffs agenda because we were robbed of that interaction. I just know they would all be good friends like please,,,, imagine these mfs in college together as roommates.... It would be so perfect and they all have the brooding quiet type s/o heheh.... Also, I saw spoilers for bnha and um..... ummm.... UMMMMMM

SEMI-SMUTTY // NSFW

WC- 1,830

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Kozume Kenma 

Kenma has the best poker face, nothing is going to give away the fact that he is getting head

Except for when a tiny, tiny, appreciative sigh leaves his lips…..

Then the other person on the line, most definitely Kuroo will be like ‘Yo, what are you doing~’ Yes, Kuroo can tell when Kenma is getting head and will probably praise him for it 

I think if you first try your advances Kenma would simply stare at you with disgust, making no effort to hide that same level of repulsiveness in his voice 

He’d go along with it though because he is not going to try that hard to stop you, ‘why waste that energy’ 

His nimble fingers would card through your hair and he would instantly become relaxed like his shoulders would go limp and he’d flutter his eyes shut

Kenma would still be able to keep up with the conversation though because he doesn’t really add that much input anyway

However even though most people wouldn’t find any difference in his change of attitude….. Kuroo would notice, how can’t he? He would notice the subtle changes in his pudding hair best friend and would be like ‘are you getting head right now’

To which Kenma would go bright red and tense up really quick and try to hide it but ultimately give up and just sigh in defeat ‘yeah’ 

Kenma doesn’t like talking on the phone,,, you take it upon yourself to help him relax~

Kenma pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, trying hard not to let the hiss escape his lips. He doesn’t glance down at you, he knows that if he did, he would come undone. The feeling of your warm mouth sucking him in so nicely, your cheeks hollowing around his legnth, your tongue running underneath his cock, it makes his knees utterly weak.

“Yeah, I met that dude Oikawa, I don’t know why everyone hates him. He seems like a cool guy to me,” Kuroo aimlessly rambles, going on about how he met the well-known setter. “he’s going to hang out with Bokuto and I next weekend. You wanna come?”

Kenma sighs and it’s not because of your tongue. He silently thinks long and hard before speaking up again.

“No.” 

You end up gagging on his length, blame on the fact that you tried laughing while sucking him off. 

“Kenma, you’d really like him.” Kuroo persuades and Kenma mentally pictures the pros and cons. 

“I’d rather play video games,” Kenma’s fingers rake through your hair and he makes the mistake of looking down at you. A quiet moan leaves his lips, the perfect little ‘ah’ that he doesn’t even hear himself. The line goes quiet for awhile and Kenma assumes that it is because Kuroo is trying to come up with another reason why Kenma should join them.

“Is (Y/N) giving you head right now?” Kuroo asks boldly and you gag once again, pinching your eyes shut at the humiliation. Defeat washes over Kenma. 

“Yeah.” He sighs and Kuroo hums slightly.

“Finally, good for you, take it like a champ.” Kuroo praises and Kenma’s nose scrunches in disgust. “Anyway, I’ll come by at like nine on Saturday okay? Oikawa is only in Tokyo for the weekend.” 

Kenma never can win, can he?

“Fine.”

Kuroo Tetsurou 

Kuroo is suuuuch a showoff, please he will do it just to make you flustered

He will purposely roll his shoulders back, sit on the couch all arrogantly, stare straight into your eyes as he bites his lip, use his hand to push his hair back while purposely flexing his bicep, he does it all for your enjoyment as well

He is eye-candy and that bitch knows it,,,,, anything for his lovely s/o

Kuroo wouldn’t make any noises though because he doesn’t really want to get caught in the middle of a blowjob. You would refuse to finish him off and then he wouldn’t have your sweet mouth anymore….. 

But,,,, if someone did catch him in the middle of a blowjob, Kuroo would not be embarrassed, please his ego would flourish I feel like he is into that kind of thing

Side bar…. Sometimes I go off with Kuroo and I think,,,, is this too occ? because I remember he is just a big science dork but then I remember no he is a scorpio and then it all makes sense, Kuroo is the best of both worlds 

Kuroo wouldn’t be able to pay attention at all to the conversation at hand like Bokuto could be asking him questions about something and Kuroo is just like ‘yup, it was really hot today’ like he can’t keep up….. not when you’re so generously sucking him off

Then Kenma is like … and Akaashi is like … because they can put two and two together unlike their oblivious friend

It gets to the point where Kenma will start doing something else, like playing a video game while Bokuto tries to keep a conversation going between four people all by himself

Please, Kuroo is the ultimate tease with you but….. if he is going to get pleased then he will also try to please you as well

“And then the vice-principal got mad at me,” Bokuto groans loudly, his eye twitching as he thinks back to the incident that happened earlier in the week. “it’s not my fault he wears a wig!” 

“Bokuto that was not the reason you got in trouble,” Akaashi sighs disappointedly, Kuroo doesn’t pay attention to them.

“What happened?” Kenma comments, slightly curious in the conversation at hand. Kuroo gently cups your cheek, running his thumb against your skin lovingly as he stares down you. At the sight of your teasing eyes and sinful tongue sucking on the tip of his hard cock, his thighs twitch beside you.

“… then Bokuto spiked the principals head to ‘kill the bug’ and also set his wig back to normal.” Akaashi finishes, heaving another disappointed sigh.

“See, I was helping him. He should be thanking me not scolding us for an hour.” Bokuto complains and Akaashi tries not to slap his captain through the phone. 

“This is what I deal with on a daily basis, I even have a notebook to predict his next moves.” Akaashi tells Kenma, his head still numb from the scolding he had to endure earlier in the week. 

“I don’t think anyone on our team is that bad, maybe Lev,” Kenma thinks and Kuroo licks his lips, his eyes darkening when he zones in on your mouth. 

“Kuroo, is he even listening?” Bokuto asks curiously and Kenma narrows his eyes when he pieces together why his friend is so quiet. He knows Kuroo is either getting head or giving it. 

“Ignore him, Bokuto, it’s good we don’t have to hear his voice.” Kenma tosses out and Kuroo gasps. Of course, out of everything, that is what he heard. 

“Kenma!” Kuroo snaps and the setter simply hides further under his blanket on the other end of the line. “I’m just busy,” 

“With what?” Bokuto eagerly pesters and Kuroo glances down at you once more. 

“Stuff.”

Miya Osamu 

Osamu also has a good poker face, nothing can give away that he is getting head…. There will be no slip-up from him

Unless Atsumu says something and Osamu’s competitive side jumps out for a hot second then…… then there is a slip up

‘Fuck you ‘Tsumu, I’m getting head that’s why I don’t care about your bullshit story’ cue a dramatic gasp from Atsumu and Ojiro on the other end of the line like … silence 

Yeah, Osamu doesn’t do well when provoked…. Good luck with that one 

Osamu wouldn’t say no to getting head like if you got onto your knees and pushed your hair back,,,, Osamu would be like ‘shit, here we go again’ he might be hesitant at first but then he will cockily accept it

He’ll carry on the conversation with disinterest, not really paying attention because all he can do is stare at you

Sometimes he will fuck your face,,,, literally….. he has no shame but when you gag too loudly then he lets you have control again 

Osamu doesn’t really want to get caught…. He wants to shield you away from that

His little comments that he slides in conversations here and there will probably be noticed once he stops saying them because he is preoccupied with other things. The team can’t figure out what has him so distracted though

Osamu is usually pretty gentle,,,, until he gets angry so if you suck him off while he is having a conversation with Atsumu…. Good luck

“I have to help my grandmother around the house today, so there will be no practice. Take the day to rest.” Kita’s voice sounds throughout the multiple phones and Osamu lets out a soft hum. His eyes are staring directly at you while he holds your hair back out of your face, despite his neutral face you can still see the fondness swimming in his eyes.

“Say hi to gran for me!” Atsumu says and Ojiro glances at him, the two on the same device as they walk through the city. 

“No.” Kita responds and Atsumu sighs dejectedly before going off on Ojiro when he starts to laugh at him. 

Osamu continues to pay no attention to him, instead, he thrusts into your mouth while holding your head still so he can control the pace. It feels so good, he could fucking cum-

“Yo, ‘Samu what are you even doing? Reading your old man magazines?” Atsumu snickers when he notices how quiet his brother has been. Osamu closes his eyes momentarily, trying to calm himself down from snapping. He gently pulls himself off of you, allowing you to take over the pace. 

“Eat shit ‘Tsumu.” Osamu snaps back, now watching the way your hands grip his strong thighs as you bob your head along his length. 

“My grandmother-“ Kita starts but is quickly cut off. 

“Ah, the shit that you cook ‘Samu?” Atsumu retorts, sticking his tongue out despite Osamu not being able to see it.

“Stop it, my grandmother-“ Kita tries again but Osamu interrupts him. The grip in your hair tightens as his anger grows.

“You really like that shit then since all you do is fucking eat it!” Osamu curses and Atsumu decides to tease him even more. 

“I’ve never seen (Y/N) eat your cooking, that’s how you know it’s shit.” A gasp is heard right after Atsumu’s comment, Suna’s mouth falls open in shock.

“She eats all my cooking, I feed her well but right now she’s too busy sucking my dick.” Osamu spits and you immediately pull off of him, your mouth a perfect ‘o’ as you stare up at him in disbelief. 

“You, right now?” Atsumu asks slowly and the line goes quiet.

“My grandmother is listening, I have the phone on speaker.” Kita finally finishes and the Miya twins start to count their final days.

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hai can i request a headcanon for inarizaki members for when their crush ask them to taste or try a bit of their ice cream please?

KITA, ARAN, MIYA TWINS AND SUNA WHEN THEIR CRUSH ASKS THEM TO TRY A BIT OF THEIR ICE CREAM

kita shinsuke

“shinn~ try a bit of my ice cream!”

he freezes then shakes his head in disapproval, thinking that it would be wrong to share ice cream with someone

you kept ushering him tho, constantly raising your ice cream to his face to convince him otherwise

“no thank you, y/n.”

“why nottt??? :((“

he felt WEAK

there’s no way he could resist your sad face :,)

basically licks a part of your ice cream and he’s crazy blushing

“how is it?!”

he murmurs shyly, “..it’s great”

ojiro aran

YELPS when you point out your ice cream to him

“w-wh-“

“wanna have a taste? it’s worth it i swear!”

he could feel his heart stammering and he freezes without knowing what to do

becomes a stuttering mess

“i-i- um.. well. uh.. i-is it..”

when you convince him more, he finally takes a small bite while looking at your face, as if he’s seeing through your reaction

doesn’t regret it when he sees you beaming happily

he felt his tension faltering, then grins before extending his cone to you

“how bout you try some of mine too?”

miya osamu

“what are ya do-“

“samu! you’ll love this flavour!! taste it!!!!”

he freezes, blinking to think back what you just asked him to do

“..taste it? as in.. i’ll??”

“yeah! unless you want to use your nose to taste the flavour!”

he chuckles, scratching the back of his neck in embarassment while lowering his head to get a part of your ice cream

imagine your shock when he eats HALF of your ice cream

you gasp in betrayal

“SAMU WHYYYY?!”

“what? you told me to get a taste.” he grins, patting your head before entangling his fingers with yours

on a side note, osamu thinks he would want to tease you more

your pout is too adorable for him </3

miya atsumu

“tsumu!”

“yeah?” he answers. taking a lick of his ice cream while staring at you admirably

you raise your cone, “do you wanna have a taste?”

atsumu just had to freeze for a solid 5 seconds THEN having his eyes pop out of their sockets

he thinks fast like,, do they really want to share their ice cream with me oh my go oh my goe ohvym hor mhhmyos mhyodo hmm yod

calm down wtf

he straightens his posture,

“s-sure!”

“great!” you exclaimed, “now taste!”

he happily takes a lick, then stopping to get a view of your features. noticing how close your faces are to each other

now you’re the stuttering mess

“h-how is it?”

“aw, y/n.” he giggles, “it’s really good!”

he’s definitely doing this on purpose

suna rintaro

“rin rin rin rin rin rin ri-“

“what.”

you stop to present your ice cream infront of him, and he stares at it blankly

“this tastes really good! do you wanna have a taste?”

PLS he’s rlly like,,, what the fuck did y/n just say?

he raises his eyebrow, “why do you think would i want to get a taste of your stupid ice cream?”

immediately regrets what he just said when he sees your smile faltering.

he clears his throat,

“...that was a joke”

takes a step closer to circle his arm around yours, then bends down to take a small lick of your ice cream

you freeze when he moves his lips to hover them over your ear

“just as you said bunny” he whispers, “it tastes really good.”

[daikushiji]

his crush draws a heart on his hand

pairings: kageyama x reader, osamu x reader, kita x reader

a/n: some of our stoic dumb babies reacting to their crush taking their hand and drawing a smol heart <3 [here part 2  and part 3 !!]

Kageyama Tobio

you are waiting for Yachi outside the gym

when Kageyama sits beside you, angrily sipping milk

you ask him what Hinata did this time, knowing well that expression

and he just lets everything out, complaining about even the smallest thing but still sure that you are listening to him

this is one of the many reasons why he likes you

you never judge him, either he wants to vent at you for hours about nothing or just spending time together in silence

 he’s actually so whipped for you, but doesn’t even realize it

like, yeah sure you’re the only one able to calm him down with just a smile, but it’s no big deal yk

after he finishes rambling for what seems like forever, kageyama notices the pen you are holding

and then the heart you drew on his hand while he was speaking

he looks at it, tilting his head

”why?” he asks you, with a furrowed brow

he isn’t mad or anything, just genuinely confused

you shrug, trying to hide your flushed cheeks

and before he could ask anything else, Yachi waves at you

you sprint towards her, whispering an awkward ‘bye’ to him

the poor boy literally stares at his hand the entire time walking home

and while he’s eating dinner

and even before going to sleep

the next day at school you try to avoid him as much as possible

but during lunch break, he sits at your table 

and without even saying ‘hi’ to you or Yachi, he hands you a pen

”can you draw it again? this morning I was still half asleep and wash it off by mistake.”

Miya Osamu

lessons are over and you two are just talking in class 

Osamu is showing you a dish that he made the night before and saying how his twin’s tastebuds are broken to not appreciate it

watching you laugh, a soft smile appears on his face

”for this reason I just want you as my test subject when I try a new recipe. you always pretend that you like everything I make.”

”that’s not true,I love your cooking! otherwise I wouldn’t eat it every day.”

like for real, you don’t have to bring lunch at school anymore

he usually arrives with two bentos, saying that he made it too much for himself

”you literally have a twin to feed”

”he can starve for all I care”

but he actually just wants to know your opinion and watch you enjoying something he made(for you)

feel so proud of himself whenever you compliment him

while he’s still talking, you take his hand in your much smaller one

and he really has to force himself not to blush

he watches how focused you are while drawing 

”what is it?” he asks you with a grin, resting his chin on his other hand

when you move back, he sees the little heart 

”nothing.”

sure, nOThiNG, like it’s not going to be his constant thought during practice

Atsumu has to yell at him a few times because his head is in the clouds 

even at home, his twin teases him about how bad he played today

and when Osamu doesn’t respond to his insults, Atsumu understands that something is wrong

that’s when he sees the little draw and start to tease him even more

Kita Shinsuke

”Shin, you have something on your hand.”

Kita is sitting at his grandma’s table, drinking tea with her

he always stops by her house after every match to tell her about it 

but today’s game went a little bit different than the others 

he was going to tell the coach that he couldn’t play 

but you sat down on the bench beside him, giving him a warm smile

Kita isn’t someone who openly shows when he’s nervous

he doesn’t have any particular tic, like you won’t see him bouncing his leg or biting his lip

but you could tell that something was off just by looking at him

”I feel that you’re gonna play so well!”

he smirked, wondering how you always manage to understand what he wants to hear

”I don’t know, maybe I should stay off the court today”

he couldn’t finish some of his pre-game traditions earlier

(he was cleaning the bathroom, when Suna came complaining about the twins fighting and then Ojiro told him that the coach was searching for him while he was cleaning all the volleyballs)

anyway he was sure that something bad would have happened during the match

and he didn’t want to be the cause of his team’s defeat

”look at them, they’re lost without you” you told him with a smile, pointing at the guys in front of you

then you reached for his hanging hand and rest it on your clipboard

” you have to trust me on this one.” you said, proudly looking at your artwork

while he was turning red as ever, he looked at his hand in yours 

and gave you the softest smile 

”thank you”

now, in his grandma’s house, he still has the little doodle heart you made on his hand

”oh no, the manager of my team drew it”

he finally responds, looking at it with a dreamy smile

“they said that it was a lucky charm for today’s game”

his grandma has to contain a giggle, looking at Kita’s heart eyes

”well you guys won, so I guess that it worked”