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sobbed lowk this reminded me of castorice from hsr bcs she has the same power CRIES😭😭😭

Greetings! May I request a luffy x reader with a devil fruit that causes anything they touch die, even fabrics doesn't conceal their death touch. But after wano and luffy getting gear 5, luffy accidentally touched reader, and then finding out their ability now doesn't work on him, which made them tear up and ask for a hug as all they have ever felt was the coldness of a corpse and not the warmth of the living

Oooo i like this^^ Thanks for the request <3

I dont know much about gear 5 luffy (aside from the look) so hope its okay. Its preeeetyy short, so sorry!

The Touch of Life

Luffy x Reader

The sun was high over the Thousand Sunny, casting long, warm shadows as it danced on the waves. The air was filled with the usual sounds of life on the sea — creaking wood, flapping sails, and the distant screech of seagulls circling overhead.

And laughter.

Always laughter when Luffy was around.

But just beyond the edge of that sound, sitting cross-legged near the mast with your hands folded tightly in your lap, was you. Watching. Listening. Smiling when they smiled. But never getting close. Not really.

You didn’t wear gloves — not because you wanted to be reckless, but because nothing helped. Fabric decayed under your fingers just like everything else. Cotton turned to dust, leather cracked and rotted, even metal could rust away in your grip if given time. And people? Skin turned to ash. Bones crumbled. Life shriveled.

You didn’t need the reminders. Gloves only made it feel worse.

The Devil Fruit you had eaten — the Shibotsu Shibu no Mi — was more of a curse than a blessing. Anything you touched with your bare hands decayed. People called it powerful. Useful in battle. Terrifying.

You called it lonely.

So you kept your hands clasped. Always. It was your quiet rule. The crew understood. They’d seen what happened the first time you lost control. Brook had only chuckled good-naturedly after you accidentally grazed his sleeve, saying, “Yohoho! Good thing I have no flesh, or that might’ve hurt!” But the tattered edge of his coat still made you nauseous with guilt for days.

They all understood. They respected your space. But you still saw the glances. Felt the hesitation when a high-five was missed or when your cup was taken with a napkin.

Except for Luffy.

Luffy never looked at you like that. He never feared you.

He just… listened.

Like the time you sat beside him on the deck in the dark, unable to sleep, and whispered about what it felt like — to only know the cold of lifeless things. He didn’t say much, just stared at the moon for a while before saying with a gentle grin, “That sucks. But you’re still you, and I like you.”

And that was that.

Now, after Wano, after everything — Kaido, Yamato, the fire festival — things should have calmed. But something had changed.

Luffy was stronger. Brighter. His presence crackled like lightning now. Gear 5 had transformed him into something otherworldly — laughter incarnate, joy made flesh. But he was still Luffy. Still the same boy who offered his seat to you at dinner and saved the last meat bun when he remembered you liked them.

You hadn’t noticed how close he’d gotten during today’s sparring match with Zoro, bouncing around in Gear 5. The deck was a blur of movement, and the others were cheering, and you were watching him — and then he stumbled.

Right into you.

He crashed forward with his usual lack of grace, arms flailing — and before you could back away or yell or stop it —

his hand caught yours.

Bare skin on bare skin.

Time stopped.

Your heart seized in your chest. You felt the familiar buzz of your Devil Fruit roar to life, ready to devour the thing you touched — and then…

Nothing happened.

No rot. No decay. No crumble of cells or dust or death.

Just… warmth.

Your fingers trembled in his grip. You stared at your joined hands like they were something alien.

Luffy blinked. “Oh, sorry!” he said, pulling back slightly, but not all the way. “Didn’t mean to—uh…” He paused, eyes flicking to your wide, shocked expression. “Wait… you’re not…?”

“I…” Your voice cracked. Your hands opened and then closed again. “I didn’t… kill you.”

Luffy looked down at your hands still touching. “Heh. Guess not.”

You stared at him, chest tight, your vision swimming. The warmth was still there. His skin was warm — not crumbling, not withering — alive.

Your throat tightened, and your hands suddenly clutched his.

“I can feel it,” you whispered. “You’re warm. You’re real. You’re not—” Your voice broke. “You’re not dying.”

Luffy tilted his head. “Well, yeah. I mean, I’m not planning on it today.” He laughed lightly. “That’d suck, right?”

You let out a shaking breath — half a sob, half a laugh. “Luffy…”

His smile faded a bit, and his voice softened. “...You okay?”

You nodded too quickly, but tears still spilled from your eyes. “I’ve never touched someone like this. Never held anyone. I’ve only ever felt the cold of death. And now…” You clenched his hand like a lifeline. “Please. Can I have a hug?”

Luffy blinked once — then twice — and then grinned so widely it hurt.

“Of course you can!”

And without hesitation, he wrapped his arms around you.

You gasped — not from fear, not from dread — but from warmth. Pure, unfiltered warmth. It hit you like a wave, like fire, like life. His heartbeat thumped against your chest, his arms solid and kind and alive around you.

You sobbed into his shoulder.

From the upper deck, the rest of the crew had gone silent. No one interrupted. No one said a word. Not even Sanji lit his cigarette.

Because they all understood what this moment meant.

And for the first time in your cursed, decaying life — you weren’t killing someone.

You were holding on.

You didn’t know how long you stayed in his arms.

Maybe minutes. Maybe hours. The ocean breeze brushed across your skin, cool and clean, but all you felt was him — the warmth of his chest, the steady rhythm of his heart, the softness of his voice when he murmured, “It’s okay,” over and over.

It was more than okay.

It was the first time you weren’t afraid of your own hands.

Eventually, your tears slowed, and you pulled back, just enough to see his face. His eyes were bright, full of that same unfailing faith that had pulled him through warlords and emperors and hell itself.

“You’re really not scared of me,” you whispered.

He gave you that sunny grin — all teeth and sunshine. “Nah. I never was.”

“But now,” you said, glancing down at your joined hands again, “I can touch you. I can hold you. I thought… I thought I’d never get to do that in my whole life.”

Luffy tilted his head like he didn’t see the big deal. “You’re my nakama. Why wouldn’t I let you hold me?”

You laughed, watery and raw. “Because I used to kill everything I touched, Luffy.”

He scratched his chin, clearly thinking. “Hmm. Maybe Gear 5 makes me different now. My body’s all rubbery and weird — like, freedom-weird.” He grinned. “Maybe even your Devil Fruit can’t tell me what to do anymore.”

You blinked. “Wait… you think you’re immune because you’re… free?”

He nodded confidently. “Yep. I can do anything now. Even hug my cursed friend.”

You blinked once.

Then again.

And for some reason, that made sense.

Not scientifically, not logically, but Luffy-sense.

And you found yourself laughing — really laughing, full-belly, shoulders-shaking laughter that had you leaning into his chest again. He laughed with you, his arms still around you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

From the upper deck, the rest of the crew finally exhaled.

Zoro sheathed his sword with a quiet grunt. “Took him long enough.”

Sanji wiped his eyes with a sleeve and muttered, “Damn onions.”

Nami just stood there, lips parted slightly. “She… she’s touching him. And he’s okay.”

Robin’s voice was soft, thoughtful. “It makes sense. Gear 5 allows Luffy to embody the impossible. Perhaps her power doesn’t apply to him anymore.”

“Then does that mean…” Usopp leaned forward over the railing, eyes wide. “She can hug people now?!”

“No,” Robin said gently. “She can hug Luffy.”

Franky adjusted his shades, unusually quiet. Even Chopper had tears in his eyes, tail swishing slowly.

Brook sniffled, though no tears came. “Yohoho… she deserves this. She really does.”

Later that night, the Sunny was quiet. The stars above shimmered over the gentle waves, and you stood at the rail, looking down at your hands.

You didn’t hold them tightly anymore. They were open now. Relaxed.

And warm.

“You’re thinking again,” Luffy’s voice said behind you.

You didn’t flinch when he stepped closer. You didn’t back away.

“Am I allowed to?” you teased softly.

“Only if you don’t cry again. I’m not good with sad stuff.”

You smiled and looked over your shoulder. “I was just wondering… if this only works on you, or if it’s the start of something bigger.”

He scratched the back of his head. “Dunno. Want me to get Chopper to poke you with a stick?”

You laughed again — gods, you were laughing so much now — and shook your head. “No. I don’t want to test this on anyone else. Not yet.”

“Then don’t.”

You blinked.

He stood beside you now, leaning on the railing. “You’ve got time. You’re here, and we’re not going anywhere. So you don’t have to rush.”

You stared at him.

That grin of his could power a whole island.

“Besides,” he added, turning to face you. “You’ve got me. And you can touch me anytime you want.”

Your heart stuttered.

“Luffy…”

His hand found yours again, and he laced your fingers together.

Warm. Alive. Safe.

“You’re not a curse,” he said. “You’re not poison. You’re you. And I’m really glad you’re with us.”

The wind carried your answer away, but it didn’t matter.

Because this time, for once, you weren’t thinking about how much you’d ruin. You were thinking about what you could finally hold onto.

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DOWN THE HALL — R. ZORO

𖤐 y/n’s hoolingans

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𖤐 y/n - you live on the fifth floor of a ten-story apartment building in the city along with your lovely black cat of a year - kuro. you love him dearly and spoil him... does your cat like you back? to be determined.

𖤐 nami - you met her in one of your lecture classes and bonded over your mutual hatred of the professor. through her you met some of the other strawhats.

𖤐 sanji - he saw you hanging out with nami one day and you could never get rid of him since. he is the glue of your little friend group and on occasion brings you dinner to your apartment because he does not approve of your meals.

𖤐 robin - also someone you saw in your uni lectures often and met through nami. she's the calm one of the group, always balances the loud energy of the group. she's dating franky, one of the top engineering students of grand-line university.

pairing — roronoa zoro x fem! reader

synopsis — when your cat suddenly disappears from your apartment, you go crazy trying to find him. only to find your beloved cat, kuro, in the arms of your hot neighbor, roronoa zoro. trying to get your cat and the heart of your neighbor proves to be a difficult mission to say the least. genre/tags — social media!au, neighbor!zoro, modern!au, crack, fluff! not much angst tbh.

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and if i dare to make another atsumu oneshot

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might work on chapter 3 of sets n strings damn i genuinely dont know how to stay consistent💔

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minji !! happy valentine's day, here are sme chocolates <3

AWWW THANK U SM TWISHA!! happy valentines day to u too!! 🫶💐

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RED MEANS TAKEN DUMMY! atsumu x reader

-happy valentines 𓂃۶ৎ warnings: reader is reserved, swearings, black cat x golden retriever (I'm never getting tired of this trope for atsumu) fluff only

For Atsumu, he's always been drawn to you—the quiet, pretty muse from unfortunately another class who never seemed to fall for his popular charm. And what's worst is that you weren't even doing anything to catch his attention. It was just a random Tuesday when you were introduced as a new student in Inarizaki, then went on with your day as a normal student like everyone would—and that?

That drove him crazy.

It was probably your reserved nature that felt refreshing to him since he's used to having a crowd of admirers around him. You weren't trying to stand out, be loud—you just always seemed like you had your own little world to be content with.

And he desperately wants to be a part of your life. But let's be real—he's probably not the type to immediately accept his feelings about you because this is genuinely the first time he's falling for someone, so with some ups and downs, denial, and winning a war with his own feelings—yep, he wanted you BAD.

So little by little, he would hang out with you during breaks, keep you company, and slowly become a part of your inner circle—you grew fond of him in your own quiet way. So with Valentines coming up, Atsumu decides it would be the perfect time to confess his undying love for you.

But of course this is an Inarizaki centered story, and it's not one without chaos.

"Yo, have you guys seen the new post from the student council?" The volleyball club were currently in the gym practicing as usual every after school times. Akagi, who was simply scrolling at his phone during break ends up with an interesting post from their student council's social media page regarding the event tomorrow. "The color-coded shirts? still haven't decided what I'm gonna wear to be honest." Aran replied, approaching Akagi to look at his phone, checking what each color meant. To celebrate Valentines, the student council announces a color-coded Valentine's event wherein students wear shirts that indicate their relationship status: Red meant taken, White meant single, Pink means friend-zoned, Black meant heartbroken, etc. Atsumu, who was already plotting his confession, grinned to himself. White it is, because, obviously, he's saving himself for you. So could you just imagine on a Valentines day morning, he's all excited walking at the school, ready to show off in front of you, and sees you in the hallway—

... wearing a red top.

aka TAKEN.

his soul shatters at the sight.

I—what—When—WHO???? Osamu and Suna who was with him—seeing the devastated face on Atsumu bursts into laughter.

He turned to Osamu, aggressively whispering "WHEN THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN???”

"She's taken? tough luck Miya." Suna says in between giggles.

You on the other hand who was just simply talking to a friend—doesn’t recognize the chaos happening behind you for wearing a red top.

“You never told me you were in a relationship?” Your friend offhandedly asks, but they were also internally panicking because they know about Atsumu’s plan.

You tilted your head in confusion, “huh? but I dont?”

“what? it’s red though.” your friend points at your top.

“so? don’t people wear red for valentines?”

You friend’s expression drops.

“[name] you dumbass.”

—

Atsumu spent the whole day sulking, even during practice. He messed up the easiest receives, screwed up his sets, and almost hit Suna on the head with his serve.

that damn red top, he’s never been this furious over a color, and what’s worst is that you looked good with that top too!

How come he had already lost without starting?

And how come he never knew you were already in a relationship? You never gave hints or said anything about being in a relationship—

“If I were you, I would’ve confessed already rather than sulking like that.” easier said than done Aran.

“She was wearing red, RED!” Atsumu dramatically exclaims as he drowns on his own sorrows.

“What did red mean again?” Ginjima asks.

“Taken.” Suna replied bluntly, making Atsumu hiss at the word.

“Never stood a chance huh?” Osamu grinned mockingly.

“SHUT YER TRAP SAMU.”

Kita could only facepalm at the situation, but he’s rather amused since this is the first time he’s seen Atsumu like this, “You know Atsumu, have you ever thought that maybe she just wore the color and discarding the meaning?”

Atsumu’s ears perked up, then Ginjima suddenly had a lightbulb over his head, “Oh yeahhh, it could mean like that too, there were a bunch of guys wearing black for fun earlier despite not being in a relationship.”

“Maybe try asking her about it then?” Akagi suggested.

I mean, it wouldn’t hurt to try.

Actually scrap that, it would.

That is until knocking was heard on the doors of the gym.

The team looks over to the source of the sound then sees—

You… with a small box.

“Uhm, pardon me but can I call for Atsumu?” You asked, peeking over to the doors.

Atsumu immediately RAN and was suddenly infront of you, looking… nervous?

“Did ya’ uh, need anything?” he asks, his voice crackling a little.

Then, you hold out the gift to him. “For you.”

Atsumu froze.

“Huh…?”

“Thanks for always keeping me company,” you say softly. “I know I’m not the easiest person to approach.”

Atsumu finally finds his voice. “Wait—so yer not datin’ anyone?”

You blink. “No, why?”

His brain short circuited. He points at your top, “But—THAT’S RED.”

“So?”

That’s when he realizes.

You didn’t know shit about the color-coded event.

His entire face lights up, and lets out the most dramatic sigh of relief. “Wearing red means taken stupid.” He says, flicking your forehead.

It was your turn to get struck by realization now.

No wonder everyone kept asking if you were in a relationship, and no WONDER everyone was wearing different colors for valentines.

Oh you feel fucking stupid.

You then immediately took your phone out, opening an app then searching for your school’s official account page.

You face drops seeing the png file on the very first post that appeared, no wonder why your friend had asked that odd question.

“I—didn’t know…” you muttered, embarrassed about the whole misunderstanding.

Atsumu only chuckled in response, laughing at your misery. “Yer’ killin me ya know that? I though I lost my chance before I even tried.”

You perked up. “You were trying?”

“Obviously.” He grinned.

You smiled warmly, feeling funny about the situation. “Try harder then.”

Atsumu had the brightest grin on his face, he ruffled your hair then gently took the gift from your hands. “Oh I definitely will.”

“P-D-A ALERT” Osamu suddenly shouted from the gym, surprising you and pissing off Atsumu.

“MIND YER OWN BUSINESS!”

WOOOO KINDA SHORT IM SO SORRY GUYS but happy valentines!! and of course I had to celebrate it by writing my all time favorite character😻 hope you guys enjoyed HDJHFODK

💐 >> bouquets for those who don’t feel special enough on this special day <33

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wdym someone has a crush on me WHO ARE YOU. IM SCARED. I DONT WANNA GO TO SCHOOL.

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Can you PLEASE make the Inarizaki manager a series 😭😭 I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT AND I’M SURE OTHERS TOO. (I adore the way you write btw)

ive made it this far just writing about inarizaki oh mygawd I SOBBED TEARS OF JOY BUT SURELYYY🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🫶🫶 i enjoy writing abt inarizaki a lot (if thats not obvious) so i appreciate the support HSKDH ILL BE WORKING ON THE SERIES THEN THANK UU ANON!!🥹

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i stand with this and i WILL justify

osamu is a boy dad and atsumu is a girl dad. don’t ask me why it’s just the truth.

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stay tuned for valentines special atsumu…. heheHAWAYAHAHEHAWA

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“Inarizaki with a manager who…” randoms !!

warnings: reader is reserved, fem reader, swearing, platonic or romantic idgaf

IDK bout’ you guys, but every time I think about Inarizaki having a manager, I think about someone who:

Is stereotyped as your typical “quiet” and “reserved” demeanor girlie when in actuality—she just finds herself in a difficult position to open up to the boys. 😓

- I mean, who wouldn’t have a hard time, they’re like top two in the nation and HIGHKEY intimidating to be with, I have respect 4u girl. 🫡 but a job is a job. Kita recruited you since he had to balance his club and academics at one point (also following the coach’s suggestion).

Also should I just mention that you are such a beauty??? Like, maybe if you weren’t so pretty and mysterious then they wouldn’t be bothering you so much just to talk with you!! 😾

- Suna tries to small talk with you sometimes, keyword: tries (his way of trying is giving you the most unnoticeable hints that he wants to talk with you).

- Whenever you begin to feel tired during a long day in practice, Osamu won’t just let it slip past him and hands you some of his mint candy that he has to help you stay awake as he suggests. Yall chill like that🤞

- You and Kita are the ones who are always together, since you guys discuss about the team’s schedule and strategies alongside coach. But that’s just about it.

- Aran and Omimi tends to help you with your duties, especially if it requires lifting heavy weight or a lot of items to carry. We love gentlemen. 🫡

- Riseki is TOO shy to chat with you, but he’s trying his best I swear. 🥲 Your glamorous self just makes him feel like standing beside you feel like a huge offense.

- The closest (🤏) I would consider to be close to you is proably Akagi and Ginjima, they were the ones who approached you with a warm welcome and introduced you to the team as they showed you the ropes of being a manager.

As for Atsumu? I’m gonna need a whole separate section for him hol’ on.

- How do I even start with him.

- Because for the first time, he doesn’t attract your attention, he’s chasing for it.

- You’re supposed to praise him! fangirl over him! shower him with your undying attention! Not just awkwardly standing there and nodding every now and then! 😾

- Can’t you see how hurt his pride is. 😞 (his fault for expecting too much tbh 😹)

- His last straw was during when he was practicing his sets and you were there to watch. So when you approached him, he was expecting the words: “wow you’re amazing Atsumu!”

- Your response?

- “Miya you should probably extend your arms further more so you have better accuracy on the ball.”

- his jaw dropped to the floor.

- YOU? THE MANAGER? giving him TIPS?

- and what’s worst is that you were right and it genuinely improved his sets slightly better, oh he’s never forgetting about this.

But even after all that, you genuinely just could not bring yourself to be close and open up to them, your reason? a lot.

- The volleyball team of Inarizaki is undeniably well known around the campus and to be their manager is either a curse or a blessing.

- actually scrap that. It’s a fucking curse.

- number one. the top on the damn list. their fangirls.

- the amount of them that question you about the team is just too much for your poor social battery to handle. You were their victim number one to harass about the team. (props to Aran for always saving you during times like these 🙂‍↕️)

- which is also why you have a set of rules to yourself whenever you encounter one of the members in the campus: 1) walk quickly past them in the hallways, 2) only talk to them when they initiate it first, and 3) to never bring up anything about them around the campus.

- number two would be the team itself. why? very self explanatory. 😊

- you do not get an ounce of peace and rest around those guys. Especially Atsumu’s endless cycle of jokes and teasing just to get a reaction out of you.

- and that one time Osamu accidentally served a ball towards you. You were on the tribunes just taking notes. WHO SERVES AT THE TRIBUNES.

- but its okay, he bought you a snack as an apology after that on the convenience store run on the way home. His motherfucker of a twin however just laughed at you like a maniac.

- also the amount of strays you have to pick up during practice is EXHAUSTING. Being their manager made your spine feel like 85 years old.

However, you are genuinely such a hardworking girlie🥹 your actions spoke louder than words, it’s just your way of showing you care for them but sometimes you just don’t feel like it’s enough and you don’t think they notice it either because of how reserved you could be.

- Inarizaki’s volleyball team was independent, they didn’t need a manager.

- which is what they think.

- because ever since you arrived, Kita has felt a heavy weight lift off his shoulders (++ coach too). You’ve genuinely helped them in ways that you didn’t deem possible

- you also took notes of the smallest things or even the quiet observations about the team on your notebook (e.g. “Make sure Atsumu doesn’t forget about his water” or “Osamu gets grumpy if he skips meals” etc.)

- Although they may not be vocal about it or have mentioned about it—the team just has so much respect for you. To be able to manage a team like them is impressive. They don’t think anyone would be able to top your managing skills EVER.

So yeah, it kinda just went on like that… not for long. You strictly kept a classmate relationship between them and just went on being their manager—you do your job, but you kept a distance. That is until Inarizaki gets their win against another strong team.

It wasn’t anything serious or sad with what became the turning point in your relationship with the team, I’d say its very Inarizaki like.

- It happened when Inarizaki won against a really strong team, the game was fierce and stressful to watch, but in the end they were able to snatch the gold.

- Undeniably, the boys are all hyped. “We should celebrate! C’mon let’s go out to eat!” Akagi says as he excitedly suggested.

- the others agreed with the idea, especially a certain twin. On the way, they all discussed their orders and plans for later. In the end they all decided to go for ramen.

- You on the other hand kept silent. You decided it was best for you to go home already and let them have their fun, your social battery was draining anyways.

- which COULD’VE been the plan.

- Until Kita turns around to your direction, then offhandedly says: “You’re coming too right?”

- your brain short circuits.

- it doesn’t help with the fact now that the rest is also waiting for your answer.

- is this what they call peer pressure. 😵‍💫

- but it was in this moment that you realize that—they actually want you to be there. Not just as their manager, but as part of the team.

- So you agreed.

- It was a warm moment when you guys were inside the ramen bar, everyone made an effort to include you, making stupid jokes, teasing you slightly, sharing food, etc.

- And, probably for the first time ever, you were laughing with them.

- And, they all just. froze.

- Because they rarely saw you express emotions around them. Heck, not even a laugh!

- They all glanced at each other and nodded, yep, it was like they had antennas saying their common goal: to see you smile more.

In the end, Inarizaki needs a manager who can handle their shit—and love them anyway.

WOOO kinda short but hope u guys enjoyed, I just kinda wanted to share my thoughts BECAUSE every time I write about Inarizaki having a manager, I always imagine someone who’s just keeps to herself yk, but thas js me🤷‍♀️ Thats why I chose Haerin for today’s layout because the personality matches her sm lowk omg

I kinda wanna make this a series tbh, LIKE that one shiratorizawa series in Ao3 I FORGOT THE NAME but you guys know right….. right.

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chapter two : magnolia

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Okay. So heres the plan. You’re going to find Atsumu Miya, take that notebook, and NEVER interact with him again. Thats it. Simple right?

….Right?

You took a HUGE deep breath as you walked in circles in the hallway, thank god no one was here besides you right now, because you probably looked like a character in the walking dead, and I don’t mean the survivors.

Here goes nothing.

—

Today was probably the worst.

Maybe it was fate that you were never going to get your lovely, precious, and dearest notebook.

Because every encounter you had with Atsumu Miya, he was always BUSY, and you couldn’t even dare to interrupt just because you genuinely could not do so.

The first time you tried checking the gym, the doors were locked, which confused you so much but it could only meant that they haven’t started or they won’t.

The second encounter was him in the courtyard, which could’ve been a good opportunity if it weren’t for the girl confessing to him!

Poor her though, she seemed like she was rejected when you saw her running away with tears on her face. How badly did he respond to it to have her like that?

The last encounter was him in the hallways, which wouldn’t be so bad, but the crowd surrounding him was awful! what was so special about him anyways!?

You just grumbled in annoyance, deciding to give up before you lose more of your sanity.

Currently, you’re sitting on the benches near the track field, with your guitar placed beside, and Atsumu’s journal on your lap.

You sighed, slumping against the bench as you glare at the offending notebook that was on your lap.

Atsumu Miya's stupid volleyball playbook.

The universe was clearly against you, three times—three times!— you tired to give this back and retrieve your own, only for fate to sabotage you at every turn.

You glance down at the notebook. It looks so out of place against your uniform, like a cursed artifact you can't seem to get rid of.

Your fingers absentmindedly trace the worn cover before gently flipping it over.

Curiosity wasn't your strongest trait, but you decided maybe you deserved some insight into the life of the guy who unknowingly held your music hostage.

The pages are filled with messy but precise writing, drawings of arrows pointing at formations, underlined notes that say 'be unpredictable' and 'don't get into yer head.' Some pages have plays sketched out, while others have random doodles of volleyballs, LOTS of signature experimenting, angry scribbles, and what suspiciously looks like a very ugly cat.

You blink.

What in the kindergarten art class is this?

But before you could process the fact Atsumu Miya apparently doodles so horrendously, a voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

"There ya are."

You froze.

Oh no. Oh no.

You look up just in time to see Atsumu himself jogging over, wiping the sweat from his forehead with the hem of his shirt. His jersey clung onto him, his blond hair slightly damp, and he has the ever-present smirk on his lips that you loathed so much.

You almost choke.

He's here. He saw you. And you are holding his notebook open like a guilty thief.

Abort. ABORT.

Atsumu slows to a stop in front of you, golden eyes flicking from the notebook in your hands to your very suspicious expression.

"...Well?" he drawls, tilting his head. "Never took ya for the type to snoop, y'know"

You shut the notebook so fast it nearly slaps your own fingers. "I— I wasn't snooping!"

Atsumu raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying it. "Uh-huh. Sure. So ya just happened to be studyin' my master strategies for fun?"

You huff, standing up in an attempt to save whatever dignity you have left. "Listen, Miya— I've been trying to return to this to you ALL day. You were just either too busy being dramatic, rejecting someone, or acting like a celebrity to a hallway crowd!"

He blinks at you before suddenly grinning. "Wait, ya really went through all that just to find me?"

You narrow your eyes, "don't flatter yourself. I just want my notebook back."

Atsumu snickers, he's clearly enjoying this too much, before holding up his hands in surrender. "All right, alright I gotcha." Then, he nods toward your guitar. "But first..."

He plops down beside you on the bench, unbothered by your stunned expression.

"... since ya already got a sneak peak at my passion," he says, smirking as he took out your notebook from his bag, waving it around. "How 'bout ya let me hear yours?"

Atsumu leans back against the bench, arms stretched out behind him, looking far too comfortable for someone who just got caught in an interrogation, the notebook still in his hand.

You blink. Blinked again.

You stare at him, still processing the fact that he really just invited himself to listen to you sing.

"... You're really not leaving are you?" You ask, deadpan.

"Nope," he says, popping the 'p' obnoxiously. "Read some of yer songs, couldn't help but get curious on how they sound, yer quite the poet." He says, flipping YOUR notebook open.

Your heart races anxiously when he opens your notebook, you try to reach for it, but Atsumu lifts it up in the air, pushing your arm away.

"Ah, ah, not until you sing me a song first." he demanded. He was the reason he got you running the whole campus and NOW he wanted you to sing a song for him?

this bastard.

"Yer the one who went on a whole side quest just to find me. Least ya could do is gimme a lil' performance." he followed up.

You huff, crossing your arms. "That's not how this works, Miya."

But he just shrugs, grinning. "It is now."

You glare at him. He is so impossible.

But then you glance at your guitar, fingers itching to play something. You were planning to practice anyway, and if it meant getting your notebook back, maybe it wouldn't hurt to humor him.

"...Fine," you mutter, picking up your guitar from its bag and settling it onto your lap. "But if you make fun of me, I swear—"

Atsumu raises a hand, mock-serious. "Scouts honor."

You roll your eyes before taking a deep breath.

Guess it wouldn't hurt to try.

Your fingers instinctively moved, plucking out the familiar intro of one of your songs, Magnolia. The soft, airy chords drifting through the air, and before you even sing a word, the world around you quietly shifts.

You exhale slowly, letting the music settle. Then, you start.

"Magnolia, she could have anyone in the world."

Your voice comes out gentle but steady, each note weaving through the air like golden threads in the afternoon sun.

"Floats around town in a golden gown, born in a castle on a cloud."

Atsumu on the other hand, doesn't say anything. Doesn't interrupt.

Which is shocking, really.

"Magnolia, prettiest girl that I know."

Because for the first time since meeting him, he is completely still.

"Stars in her eyes, handpicked from the skies."

You glance at him for a brief moment as you sing, and something in your chest tightens at the sight—he's watching you, actually watching.

"Beautiful soul,"

No smirks, no teasing remarks. Just an intense kind of focus, like he's trying to memorize every note, every word.

"How can I compete with her?"

It.... felt weird. And kind of nerve-wracking.

"Perfection is the only word,"

But also, kind of... nice?

So you kept singing.

"I think of, when I think, of Magnolia."

The song flows effortlessly, carrying with the weight of something personal, something raw. You didn't even think about the guy beside you anymore—you just let yourself feel it.

When you finally strum the last note, the silence that follows is deafening.

You hesitate, suddenly hyper-aware of the way Atsumu is still staring at you.

"... What?" you ask, shifting uncomfortably.

Atsumu blinks, like he's snapping out of trance. Then, instead of answering, he let out a slow whistle.

"Damn," he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. "Didn't think ya had it in ya."

You frown. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothin' bad," he says, shaking his head. "Just— yer always actin' like I'm the loud one, but..." He tilts his head. "That? That was louder than anythin' I could ever say."

Your face heats up. What the hell was that supposed to mean?!

Before you could form a response, he suddenly stands up, stretching. "Welp, guess I should give ya this back now, huh?" He presents your notebook, handing it over.

You blink, still recovering from what ever just happened, before snatching it away from his hands. "Finally."

As you tuck it safely into your arms, Atsumu leans down slightly, smirking.

"...Ya gotta play that again sometime," he says, voice lower this time. "Y'know... just for me."

Your brain short circuits.

Before you can yell at him, he snatches his playbook before already jogging off, tossing a lazy wave over his shoulder.

You glare at his retreating figure, heart racing for reasons you refused to acknowledge.

"What an idiot," you mutter under your breath.

But despite yourself, your fingers tighten around your notebook... and a small, barely-there smile tugs at your lips.

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YAYYY SHES DONE!! hope u guys enjoyed hdidjdkjd 🥹🫶 this felt so long to write omg

and yes! i love magnolia by laufey, her songs were what inspired me to write the scenes for this series.

Some songs mentioned here will be acting as songs written by [name] unless I do say that they will cover it.

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chapter one : the fuck is a quick attack

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It only took a few more days to pass before the Inarizaki high Foundation day starts. With the list of events, you could say Inarizaki was really busy.

You and your friends became the representatives for Battle of the Bands for Inarizaki (since knowing how much you guys loved to play together). It’s one of the major events where you guys have to go against other school’s bands.

By the sound of it, it was really nerve wracking, but you were excited nonetheless. You’ve always been passionate with playing the guitar, and to perform in-front of an audience, it felt like a huge opportunity.

Right now, you were running late for after school practice because of a certain teacher who (as usual) discusses this LONGGGGGGGG and now you’re running in the halls as you try to balance the weight of your guitar, your messenger bag, and the notebook in your arms. It felt like carrying the weight of the world.

It wouldn’t be this difficult if it weren’t for the amount of people occupying the whole hallway, you’re just praying that you don’t accidentally hit someone with your precious guitar.

—

If Atsumu could, he would’ve ran out the classroom as soon as the bell rang.

But this is Sir “The bell doesn’t dismiss you, I do” Kojuro we’re talking about. He just had to use those five extra minutes for more pointless examples.

If it weren’t for that MAYBE he would have gotten to practice early, but it was just the unfortunate luck the gods above cast upon him to have Sir Kojuro as the last subject teacher for the day, in MATH too.

The grip on his volleyball journal tightened as he sped through the halls, muttering a few “sorry” and “excuse me” as he passed through the crowd.

The foundation day truly had the whole school busy, with most clubs moderating and participating in the events, the volleyball club was no exception, as they had been endlessly training for their event to go against other schools.

it was gonna be a rather long day.

—

You successfully passed through the packed hallways, a sigh of victory escapes your lips, mentally praying to the gods for letting you survive another day.

You take a glance at your phone as you continued to run— crap, you're a minute late for practice now.

Clutching your music notebook to your chest, It was already embarrassing being late for the first time, each role in the band plays a critical role in the performance after all. You're almost at the stairs when— WHAM.

You slam into something solid— or rather someone, and suddenly, your entire world tilts. Your music notebook slips out of your arms. A grunt, followed by a thud as both you and the unfortunate victim of the collision stumble back.

"What the hell—?" Blinking through the shock, you look up to see none other than Atsumu Miya, Inarizaki's star setter, popular among his batch, and also— a cocky menace. He's on the floor, his arms sprawled out, looking like he just got spiked on.

His golden eyes narrow as he props himself up on his elbows, looking outraged. "Oi! watch where yer—" his complaint dies in his throat as he recognizes the person he just bumped onto.

You groan, as you scrambled to pick up your notebook. "You walked onto me," you grumble. "I swear you're built like a brick wall."

Atsumu scoffs, brushing off the imaginary dust on his jersey as he sat up. "Tch, you're the one sprintin' like yer depends on it."

He reaches for his fallen journal, snatching it up just as gather your stuff.

You glared at him, clutching the notebook to your chest, "Whatever, just— move next time."

He smirks, clearly enjoying your annoyance, "You should be thankin' me instead, that was the most exciting thing that's probably happened to you today."

Oh you wanted to punch this prideful bastard.

You roll your eyes, biting back a retort before bolting up to the stairs to go to the music room.

Atsumu watches you go, shaking his head. "weirdly aggressive..." he muttered, before hopping onto his feet and jogging towards the gym.

—

You reach your destination as you slide the door open, trying to catch your breathe. You looked like you just ran the whole distance of the great wall of China.

"Late again are we?" one of your band members say, a voice you recognize that was Shiho's— your band's bassist. You looked up, seeing her smirk at your unfortunate soul with her hands resting on her sides.

"Let's just begin, I didn't mean to be late okay?" you say as you placed your guitar on the wall, unzipping the bag.

"Can't blame ya, Ma'am Amanai never likes to waste those five minutes," Shiho replied, "but you're paying for the next eat out as punishment." she followed up with a chuckle as you could feel your soul drift away hearing the words 'paying for'.

"Whatever," you say, but the annoyed exterior breaks as you giggled softly, taking the guitar out of the bag, ready for practice.

—

Atsumu arrived at the gym and opened the door, already expecting Kita's cold as ice glare and his twin's teasing smirk.

He awkwardly stood there, chuckling nervously as he scratches the back of his neck, looking at everywhere but a certain white haired team captain.

"Well?" a voice he recognizes as Kita's cut through the awkward silence like a sharp knife as he feels his body hair go up.

"...Sorry for, uhm" Atsumu gulps nervously, "...for being late." If there was anyone to keep check of Atsumu's pride and keep him on his shoes, it had to be Kita Shinsuke.

Kita simply nods in reply, "It's alright, just be sure to be on time next time." As soon as he feels Kita's gaze go away, he sighed in relief.

So much for getting nervous.

"Sir Kojuro huh?" Osamu joins in the conversation with a teasing smirk on his face, oh how MUCH Atsumu wanted to smudge off that damn grin.

"Don't even start," Atsumu groaned as his twin only chuckled in response, "yeah yeah, whatever."

—

It was already 5:30 PM on the clock, you and your friends had decided to call it a day, you could've sworn your fingers were dying.

"Man am I hungry, oh! let's go on a quick convenience store run shall we?" Saki— your band's keyboardist had suggested.

"Yeah, I'm oddly craving yogurt today, what do you guys say?" another voice follows, it was Honami— the band's drummer, waiting for the others reply.

Ichika— the band's vocalist spoke up, "you guys can go, I promised my mom to help her with some tasks."

"I'm up for it," Shiho answered, as she looks over to you just as you rummage through your bag.

"Yeah just give me a moment," you replied, continuing to search, "I'll just note down our progress."

You took your notebook out, expecting to see the chords and tabs you wrote down—

huh.

HUH?!

Quick attack formations, jump float— WHAT THE HELL WERE THESE??

The others, witnessing your confused expression, looked at each other confusingly before they went over to you to see what was going on.

"What's up?" Shiho asks, looking over to your notebook as the others go behind you to check.

"Aren't those volleyball terms? since when were you interested about volleyball?" Honami points out as she continues to analyze the pages.

"This isn't mine..." you said, you didn't even remember writing these down. Although, the notebook brand was the same as yours.

You went through your memories of today, trying to figure when, where and how you mixed up your notebook—

oh.

Atsumu Miya! that had to be it. Who else played volleyball that you met today besides him?

You did however, remember he was carrying a notebook that oddly looked the same as yours, the same Muji brand that you had.

It was probably during the collision that you guys had earlier was what mixed up your notebooks. You mentally facepalmed with how much of a rush you were in earlier you didn’t bother to even think about double checking it first.

“Care to share with the class?” Ichika snaps you off from your thoughts, seeing how you had connected the dots.

“Long story short,” you started, “I bumped onto Atsumu on the way here and we both dropped our stuff, that’s probably how we mixed up our notebooks,” you finish with a sigh.

“Atsumu? as in the twin with the badly bleached hair?” Shiho asks, noticing how everyone looked at her after that.

“….No offense” she muttered, putting her hands up in defense.

“You know [name], you should just tell him tomorrow after class, it’s that simple!” Saki clasped her hands with such enthusiasm that you wouldn’t dare to have about this subject.

Maybe the gods didn’t save you after all.

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⭑𓂃 ATSUMU MIYA 🏐 setter

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⭑𓂃 GUITARIST 🎸 [name] [surname]

⭑𓂃 DRUMMER 🥁 Honami Mochizuki

⭑𓂃 KEYBOARDIST 🎹 Saki Tenma

⭑𓂃 VOCALIST 🎤 Ichika Hoshino

⭑𓂃 BASSIST 🎵Shiho Hinomori

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