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osamu tattoos your daughter’s name on his wrist when she’s born. the day of her birth was an absolute miracle for him, being able to hear her cries and hold her fragile figure in his arms for the first time. as a way to show off his undying love for his little angel, he gets her name inscribed in small cursive letters across his right wrist. now he can carry her with him to work, smiling to himself at the thought of her adorable babbles and loud giggles every time he catches sight of it while shaping onigiri. his daughter is one of the most precious things on earth to him—coming up second just right after you—so his small tattoo is a homage to his overflowing love for her. it’s a way to commemorate every grabby motion she makes for him to pick her up, every stumble as she determinedly tries her best to walk, and every hand wave followed by a yell of “papa!” when he arrives home that fills his heart with an overwhelming warmth.

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having to choose between making yn a more reserved individual vs a total brat summer party girl for project summer…. oohh decisions decisions!!!

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for the msby black jackals, it’s very easy to tell when atsumu miya is in a bad mood.

maybe it’s how they’ve all gotten to know each other better or maybe it’s the amount of time they’ve all spent together since the very first day, but by now, they can all tell, just by atsumu’s little quirks and whims, when the setter’s feeling particularly … grumpy.

“did’ja forget how to serve all’a sudden?” the blond barks in the middle of the court, cutting the practice match short as the ball hits the ground loudly.

sakusa bites back at him, eyes squinted, “did you forget how to set?”

atsumu’s been like this all morning.

ever since he entered the gym doors and hinata greeted him their usual morning “hellos”, he’s been nothing but a grumbly, mumbly mess, glaring at everyone who got at least two feet near him.

they figured its just one of those days.

usually, they’re able to work around it, eventually snap him out of his horrible demeanor and bribe him back to his usual tsumu self with a couple of jokes here and there.

but today, nothing is working. he isn’t budging at all. not even meian could get through to him with how loud his sulking is getting.

and it’s bothering everyone on the team.

“so, when are we gonna call reinforcements on this?” sakusa mutters to shoyo, the two of them watching their blond headed friend from afar, observing - not so discreetly - as he sits alone on the bench, somehow still managing to look annoyed at the floor.

they wonder if he’ll yell at that too.

“i don’t wanna get yelled at again.” hinata grimaces, his shoulders dropping wantonly as he recalls the last time he called for reinforcements.

after all, the reinforcements: you, did warn all of them the last time it happened that you would very much rather not be involved in any of this should it ever happen again.

( the last time they called you in because atsumu was apparently being unreasonable, not only did you reprimand atsumu for terrorizing the team, but you reprimanded everyone else as well for even dragging you into it. )

hinata nudges sakusa, “you make the call, omi.”

and sakusa breathes in deeply, “… no.”

the rest of the morning feels horrible for everybody. an obvious damper in the air as no one is feeling energized or static enough to proceed with the rest of the day’s practice.

if it wasn’t so sunny outside, hinata swears, he could hear thunder and lightning flashing so dramatically.

“obviously we’re all not feeling great this morning.” meian starts, addressing everyone on the team as they all huddle around each other. “some more than others.”

atsumu sees the pointed look his team captain gives him. he does his best to look to the side and ignore it.

“but, regionals are coming up, and that means i need everyones heads to be in the game.”

atsumu knows he hasn’t been the best teammate today, but can they really blame him? he wasn’t just picking on them for no reason. the serves really were weak and the timing and the tempos of the plays were just plain subpar.

if he was in a good mood, then fine, sure, maybe, he would have relayed those criticisms better, be gentler and nicer.

but tough shit, because today, he’s not.

today, he is in an awful, horrible, terrible mood, and the team’s below-average play was just making everything worse.

“so, why don’t we all take a break?” meian’s voice cuts him out of his slump, and for the first time all morning, his shoulders pick up a bit in anticipation. “how does thirty minutes sound?”

thirty minutes sounds great – fantastic, even.

but not for him to take a break, no - no way. there’s absolutely no time for that.

because right now, as meian speaks (so awfully slow, atsumu thinks) you are currently 15 minutes away from his gym stadium, tucked away in an opera theatre with one of your classmates, watching a performance you’re assigned to write an essay on.

and usually, he’s cool with things like that, it’s normal for you to go on university trips with your friends. your major takes you all over japan for the amount of assignments it has you accomplishing, after all.

but for some reason, this time he’s not. this time he can’t be cool with it.

this time it gets under his nerves so much that it just about makes him want to explode at a wall.

this time you aren’t with the friends he’s met before. this time you’re with someone new, someone assigned to watch the show with you, and it’ll be someone he’s never met, just the two of you there, in the theatre, in the dark, alone.

he’d yell at a floor if he could.

now, he isn’t a jealous person. he really, really, really isn’t.

and when you both left the house this morning, he’d given you a kiss on the cheek with his usual sly grin, an i love you to start the day, and a promise that he’d pick you up when he can.

but the second you left his sight, it was like it all suddenly hit him.

you. a guy. alone. in a theatre.

you were basically going on a date.

and that puts a very, very awful taste in his mouth.

“alright you rats,” meian sighs as he takes a look at the team he’s talking to, no one seemingly paying attention anymore after the minute he said ‘break’, “be back in thirty. i mean it.”

and that was all the cue atsumu needed to hear. one second he’s breaking from the team huddle, and the next he’s bolting out the door.

“be back in thirty or it’s diving drills for all of you!”

atsumu glances on his wristwatch as he runs, he’s got about thirty minutes on the clock and you’re about fifteen minutes away from him by foot. he didn’t bring his car today and really, just from the practice alone this morning, his heart rate is already up by a dozen.

he can’t afford to slow down now. so, he’ll just have to run faster.

this is fine — better than yelling at the floor, at least.

“so, how about that performance, huh?”

you look up from your watch as your classmate’s voice cuts through your thoughts. he’s standing to your right, awkwardly distanced, but a decent amount of feet away that he’s not so close.

is it bad that you don’t remember his name?

“it was okay.” you give him a polite smile, scratching your cheek in instinct as you make polite conversation.

“i thought it died down a bit during that final part though.”

“i noticed that too,” he gives you a smile back, “it did lose momentum.”

the conversation is very polite, quiet, riddled with pointless small talk to make up for the painful awkwardness wafting in the air.

you’ve got half a thought in the back of your mind to make up some lame excuse to just suddenly leave and go, but you still kinda feel a little bit sorry for the guy for being stuck with you on this project.

(plus there was that whole forgetting-his-name thing that something tells you you should feel guilty about.)

curse you, randomly assigned project partners.

despite having shared classes with mr. nameless over here and seeing him around campus a handful of times, the two of you never really interacted until this morning when you both met up for this theatre watching project.

you’d mentioned it to your husband in passing, and halfheartedly expected him to make a fuss about it, especially when you told him that it’d be another guy you were partnered with, but much to your surprise, he’s taken it pretty coolly ( a feat you weren’t aware he was capable of ).

now though, as the show just ended and the two of you wait in front of the theatre for the next bus to arrive, the air is filled with a thick awkward silence that you hope when the bus does come, it goes in the complete opposite direction of where he’s headed to.

you’d almost feel bad for the guy for having to withstand such awkwardness if it wasn’t for the fact that you hoped he’d just walk away and leave.

“you wouldn’t happen to be free after this, would you?”

the silence comes to an end when he turns to you, hand on the back of his neck, cheeks slightly flushed.

so much for just walking away and leaving.

his voice seems quieter now, less whole, and he’s pretty much looking at every other thing except for you, “i just noticed that it’s around lunch now and well, maybe we could grab some food together and continue discussing the show?”

now, you wish the bus would arrive and just run you down on the spot.

what do you even say? surely, not his name, you can’t even remember it.

if atsumu was here right now, he would absolutely lose his shit, maybe even yell, or cause a scene, but that’d be enough to rescue you from this highschool confession scene about to unravel, but he’s not and he’s busy and far away and–

“hey, did i miss the show or sum’n?”

you blink. was your husband a genie or something? suddenly appearing out of nowhere each time your little heart calls for him?

“tsumu?” you’re more excited than surprised, “what’re you doing here?”

instead of answering you, your very sweaty husband turns to look at the guy you’re with instead. the very guy who’s been tormenting him all morning in that sweaty little head of his.

he is so not impressed.

“miya atsumu,” he says suddenly, almost scoffing, and he wipes the sweat from his forehead as he straightens his posture, and with that same sweaty hand of his, he extends it out for your classmate to shake. “nice to meet ya.”

your classmate gives you a nervous laugh, looking at you more than the odd and suspiciously sweaty man in front of him.

he asks, smile breaking a little bit, “miya?”

“yup.” atsumu replies bluntly, and he’s got that punchable smirk of his on his face again, “miya.”

where was that bus when you needed it?

“nice to meet you too.” your classmate gives him a short reply, that same polite smile he gave you earlier now appearing not-so confident, and he grimaces slightly as he shakes your husband’s hand.

you try not to laugh — it wouldn’t be polite.

the next bus is forgotten though after that gruesome little handshake as your poor, poor classmate suddenly gets a text from - apparently - his mother, asking him to walk back home right this instant.

you tell him you understand and that it’s okay and that you hope he gets home safe.

and you both ignore the fact that his phone has been in his pocket this entire time, and that neither of you saw him get any text at all.

really, you owe him for putting him through such awkwardness, but when you remember his name, you’ll remember to return the favor.

once he leaves — rather hurriedly — it’s just the two of you now, you and your very sweaty husband.

“hey, what’re you doing here?” you ask him for real thus time, less surprised now and more pleased to see him so suddenly, “did you finish already?”

atsumu finally gives his attention on you, and just like magic (genie magic?) his sly and obnoxious demeanor changes into something so much more familiar.

he deflates a little bit, now that it’s just you around, and you’re grateful that the cool japan air has dried down most of his sweat before he envelops you in a hug.

“nope.” atsumu shakes his head, melting away in your embrace, “meian gave us a thirty minute break, i thought i’d swing by.”

you push him off, and you tilt your head at him, brow raising, “but it’s more than a mile away?”

“yeah.” he gives you a nervous laugh and his ears pink up just a little bit, “yer telling me.”

so, maybe, he didn’t take it as coolly as you had initially thought. maybe you did marry a very jealous man who would run over a mile to come see you.

but that’s okay too, because your cheeks hurt from smiling so much at that fact.

“does this have anything to do with the text sakusa sent me earlier?” you give him a knowing look, smile teasing.

“depends.” atsumu squints his eyes. “whadd’he say?”

“something along the lines of “help. come. right now.”, does that make any sense at all to you?” you raise a brow, and you cross your arms over your chest as you ask.

“nope. not at all.”

“oh, you are evil when you’re jealous.”

“i am so not jealous.”

“you so are.”

it’s easy to tease him when he’s like this. all flustered and pink in the ears, and the toothy smile on his face makes you forget that he could ever be seen as anything remotely close to scary or intimidating.

you give him a soft kiss on the cheek. “thanks for coming to see me.”

“i did it all for my sake.” he tells you, scratching the back of his neck, “sorry.”

“reminds me, shouldn’t you be getting back by now?”

atsumu takes a quick look at his watch, it’s almost that thirty minute mark meian gave him for his break, and he knows, all too well, that he’ll get another earful of it when he gets back.

you see him look worried for a moment.

not to say that he wouldn’t deserve it. he knows now — now that he isn’t blinded with all consuming jealousy — that fine, maybe, maybe, he might’ve been an asshole today.

but he’s back to himself now, and he really didn’t want to do any of those diving drills.

“come on, let’s go back now, i’ll come with you.” you take his hand in yours as you tug him to make a progressive step.

he perks up a little bit, “you will?”

“well, you need all the help you can get sweet talking everyone back into believing you haven’t been a jackass to them all morning.”

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oh my GOD WEHAT HE.LLO OH MY GOD

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also let's please ignore the fact that i have like 3 hcs and drabbles for atsumu (if not more..??)

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hello! "girl dads: kenma" coming very soon :3 so i hope you guys like it. i'm halfway through writing it but i'm honestly struggling to picture what kenma would be like as a dad. i initially thought he wouldn't be a children person at all lol

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the sun peeks through the soft, cream curtains on a quiet saturday morning. rousing from your sleep, you find sheets tangled over your legs and the other side of the bed empty. the smell of pancake batter dances through the air, a smile creeping on your face.

you saunter over to your boyfriend looming above the stove, spatula in hand with a pan in the other. with his shirt missing (take a guess at who the culprit is), his toned upper body is on display and his apron doing little to hide it.

“morning, baby,” you rasped as you kissed his bare shoulder.

“mornin’ babe,” atsumu replies as he sets down what he was holding.

“special occasion?” you ask, hopping onto the island table just behind him.

“yeah, celebratin’ our first mornin’ t'gther. no more goin’ to my place or yers — jus’ one roof now.” he smirks as he turns around to face you. his arms find their way on either side of you, his body pressing against your knees as he cages you in. he leans down to press lazy kisses on your collarbone, his messy hair tickling your neck.

“‘tsumu, you better be watching the stove.”

“yeah yeah, ‘m watchin’ it,” he groans as his lips move up to your neck. his hands hold your waist steady as you lock your legs around his waist. god, this man and his lips. they find every nook and cranny that leaves you weak and helpless, your breath hitching with each press.

“how’d ya sleep, darlin’?” he whispers as he kisses the corner of your mouth teasingly. “good?”

“mmhm,” you hum, trying your absolute hardest to not make any lewd noises. but, atsumu knows all too well. you feel his lips curl into a smile against your skin.

“how’d ya like the bed, huh?” his head is up now, sly eyes staring down into yours. his thumbs caress the sides of your waist, making every possible thought scrambled.

“good.. what’re you getting at, ‘tsumu?” you questioned him, leaning a bit forward to accept his challenge.

“oh, nothin’. jus’ that it’s our bed now. not mine or yers, ours,” he says with a shrug, face getting dangerously close once more.

“yeah? what’s so special about our bed?” you ask as you hang your forearms on his shoulders.

“nothin’ much, jus’ that we can do lots of stuff on it.”

“that so? like what?”

“oh, y’know,” he smirks as he lowers his face into your neck again. he places open-mouthed kisses against it, wet and desperate for more. “lay in it…” kiss. “sleep in it…” kiss. his hands sneak their way into your shirt, grazing over your skin with a light touch that drives you insane. his lips hover close to your ear, his warm breath sending shivers all across your body. he grips your waist tightly, his voice low, hungry, almost predatory. “fuck in it—”

beep beep beep!!!

you both jump at the sudden alarm, eyes wide at the sight of a dark smoke engulfing the pan. after a good 15 minutes, the situation is (mostly) under control. the two of you sit on the couch in silence, waiting for your food delivery to arrive.

“this shit’s why ‘samu’s the cook.”

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exams are over…… i’m free……

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kenma joined the trend! ✨✨🐈

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KISS ME OR WHATEVER ｡｡｡

↳ 「 osamu miya 」 ␥ 宮 治 .ᐟ

your brother’s best friend turns out to be the same guy you went on a date with a few weeks ago, sorry suna

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guys this took so long and it’s probably ooc i forgot how he texts but it’s whatever i like it

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how they show affection ft. miya atsumu, suna rintaro, miya osamu, oikawa tooru, akaashi keiji

a/n: something small once again before i an finally focus on writing longer content : ) exams are almost over and i'm so glad to be nearly donneeeee.

cw: none really just fluffy ways some of the haikyuu boys show their love for you.

miya atsumu

massive bear hugs. tightest hugs imaginable, especially after a really long, tiring day, when all he wants is to be near you and feeling your skin on his.

buys you your favourite drinks every morning, despite seeming like the kind of guy to regularly wake up at noon when he has a day off. he'll instead get up earlier than you, scurry his way out of your shared home and grab whatever you prefer, then naturally, wake you up by peppering your face with kisses.

suna rintaro

might not seem outwardly emotional or expressive. he isn't. does that stop him from doing the little things that show just how much he cherishes you? nope.

instead of being open and loud about his emotions i think suna prefers to show his love for you through something quieter... like journaling. he'll make a journal to record your dates together, and another one which serves like a junk journal of all your shared items, like tea bags and receipts.

actually does it really well and has a good eye for composition. strikes me as the kind of guy who's good with calligraphy?

miya osamu

i think this is a given, but osamu loves cooking for you (duh)

it's the thought which he puts into his cooking, though, that makes it stand out. it's the little date nights in your small apartment with dimmed lights and candles on a dining table, with fine tableware and a bouquet filled vase. it's the effort of creating an experience for you, all with his own hands, in your own home. more than just a meal.

oikawa tooru

buys you charms and souvenirs from abroad. i am also a firm believer (for an unknown reason?) of the idea that oikawa tooru is the kind of boyfriend who orders you a louise-carmen roadbook journal with your first names engraved on it. also a firm believer of the idea that he spontaneously plans trips abroad for you two.

absolutely 100% for sure totally goes shopping with you and doesn't mind that it takes hours because all he really cares for is to see you twirl in a pretty dress or get excited over some pants you've been dying to buy. entirely convinced that he actually does the shopping for you sometimes (especially when it comes to vintage heels)

akaashi keiji

writes you poems frequently. the kind of man to wake up at 5am without and alarm to do so. writes endlessly about your grace, elegance, beauty, how enamored he is with you.

i feel like he's the type of man to buy you an espresso machine? like randomly, entirely unexpectedly, he comes back from work with a "little gift" that was actually a not so little espresso machine because "i know you like coffee, honey, so i thought why not just have you make it for yourself instead of spending 10$ on it every day?"

a/n: i hope you guys enjoyed this lol i personally think all of these are so cute. they may seem entirely random for some people but i just feel like they match pretty well. i'll be back soon with longer form content such as the summer atsumu-centered fic series i'm planning titled "project summer" : ) also i hope you guys know this has not been proof read at all lol so if you see any mistakes.. ignore them... please....

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RUB IT IN MY FACE ｡｡｡

↳ 「 tsukishima kei」 ␥ 月島 蛍 .ᐟ

he’s trying to help you out with your studies in order to ask you out

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“Heh? A 95%? I got a 98%.” Mumbled a leaning TSUKISHIMA KEI into your ear. His lips were right next to the whorl of your right ear, hot breath spilling out of them, the impact against your flushed skin sending a surge of blood into your cheeks.

His long, bandaged fingers gripped onto your clothed shoulder, and for a moment of time your brain drew the image of his fingers somewhere else.

“Leave me alone,” God only knows how the words managed to gush out of your lips with the close contact, voice coming out as a shaky line.

The library was empty aside from both your figures, his eyes tracing over the red ink bled into the sheets of paper in front of you. Circles, crosses, lines, you name it.

His pale, veiny arm reaches over your shoulder, index almost brushing your cheek, to one of the papers laying on the desk.

The same bandaged index finger tapped at the smudged black ink, then gracefully drew an imaginary circle around one of the wrong answers.

“This is sympatric speciation in disguise,” he tapped once more. “It looks like allopatric but if you focus on the keywords,” he lazily grabbed a stray pen laying around on the desk, clicked it with his thumb and circled the keywords he was referring to, “it’ll be more apparent that it’s sympatric,”

He was too close. The words leaking out his lips muddled into a string of mushy letters because all you could focus on was how his breath, carrying the scent of overbrewed coffee, fanned across the shell of your ear. Because if there was a subtle shift in the angle of your head, the little space between you would disappear, his lips on yours. So, you turn your head to the other side.

“Okay, I get it, you win! Stop rubbing it in my face,” you mumbled, grateful that your words didn’t come out as a breathless gasp.

His gaze softened for a moment before returning to normal, eyebrow cocking. “Why? It’s fun,” he wasn’t leaning anymore, and a smug smirk etched on his lips.

Instead, he slyly grabbed a chair from beside you, plopping himself on it. His toned arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes once again tracing upon the piles of papers.

“Can you leave? I’m trying to study,”

“Study with me,” He replied.

“Absolutely not,” you shoot back, grabbing a pen and staring at the circle he drew a moment ago. You try to shift your focus to one of the worksheets in front of you, but to no avail. It was impossible.

“Can you stop staring at me?”

“No,” He replied, chin propped in the palm of his hand now. “And the answer is genomic sequencing,”

A groan rumbled out of your lips, followed by the soft thud of your forehead against the cool surface of the table.

“Let me help you,” he said. “Seriously,”

You shifted your head to the side, cheek now squishing against the scratched wood of the worn out table, and eyes meeting his golden ones.

“Why do you want to help me so bad,” Your voice came out a little muffled, laced with tiny specks of annoyance.

His sun-kissed eyes lingered on yours for a moment before averting elsewhere, a thin dusting of flush painting his cheeks.

“Because…” He begins. “I want you to be in a good mood…before asking you on a date,” he mumbled, his big hand rubbing the nape of his flushed neck.

TSUKISHIMA KEI spent the rest of the night sitting by your side, a pen in hand and shoulders occasionally touching with yours. The previous tension dissipated into thin air and he thought maybe, he wouldn’t mind spending most of his nights like this. With you.

this was going good then idk what happened but i enjoyed it :3 hes so ooc but whatever

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haikyuu boys that let out the cutest giggle whenever you kiss their neck or cheeks

— BOKUTO, OIKAWA, sugawara, akaashi, kita, TENDOU, ATSUMU

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prank calling husband!atsumu but it's literally impossible to get him mad at you bc he just adores you so, so much :3

but today?? you had the ultimate plan. the one that’d surely crack him. there was no way he wouldn’t at least get a little ticked over this one. because this man loves his truck. you’re already grinning as the phone rings, curled up on the couch with your phone pressed to your cheek, and ofc he picks up on the second ring.

“hey, sugar, whatcha need?”

you chew your lip, shoulders shaking as you try not to laugh. “honey, i—i think i did somethin’ wrong… ‘m sorry.” you throw in a pathetic little sniffle, turning your head to wipe a nonexistent tear like you’re up for an oscar.

“i ain’t never mad at ya. what’s wrong? darl’? fuck, don’t cry—”

you can hear the panic settle in. the soft shuffle of his chair. maybe even his keys already in hand. the guilt nips, sure, but the bit’s too good. you power through.

“i was just tryna surprise you… so i filled up your truck.”

you mute the phone real quick to cackle, slapping a hand over your mouth before unmuting again like nothing happened.

“i j’ used the green one! it was pretty,” you say, voice wobbling like you’re on the verge of tears. “but now the truck won’t move.. ‘m sorry baby..”

there’s a pause. a deep inhale. and then—

a sigh of... relief?? ffs. “oh, baby,” his voice is so soft you almost break again. “you damn near scared me half to death." he chuckles, voice sounding so sickeningly sweet. "it’s alright, darl’. you were just tryna help me out, yeah? s’okay. just don’t touch nothin’ else, okay? i’ll come take care of it. ‘s not your fault.”

you blink. “you’re not mad?”

he scoffs, like it was a stupid question. “are you kiddin'? ‘course not! i’d pour diesel in that truck m’self if you asked me to. shit—i’m on my way now. sit tight for me, yeah?”

you choke on a laugh. “tsumu—tsumu wait, i’m kidding—baby, i’m joking! i didn’t touch the truck!”

silence.

“…you little shit. are you doing that tiktok crap again?”

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i'm crying i replied to this ask like forever ago it's just been sitting in my drafts because i forgot to post it.....

OKAY LISTEN: I’ve been obsessed with “back to friends” by sombr and I cannot stop thinking about being in a friend group with Atsumu, Osamu + inarizaki boys, and crossing the line with Atsumu after like a 2 am summer party (I’m getting beach weekend vibes, everyone stays in an Airbnb together, cooking together, card games). You wake up the next morning in his bed and leave before he wakes up because you don’t want to ruin the vibe in the friend group. You don’t know if you like him but you’ve always like been attracted to him (obviously 😩) . So he gets up and is like all hurt because he likes you and doesn’t understand how to go back to just being friends. Change up the characters if you don’t want to write for atsumu but I think this idea is very summer vibes 💃💃💃💃

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD

YES YE SYE SYES YEYSFHSA;KJDFHAS;LKJH yes! i love this idea sooo much. i've been thinking of writing something of this sort and have actually very recently read something with a similar concept here (you should absolutely check it out!) i feel like atsumu would be the perfect candidate for that kind of character anyway. like i can definitely see others but i just feel like atsumu is really perfect for that sort of scenario.

what i'm trying to say is yes i will absolutely absolutely love to write this!!! your mind works in lovely ways. one thing i would like to note though is that it might take me some time to write everything (esp. since i'm in the middle of exam season, lol) but i will absolutely get to it asapppp!!

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OKAY LISTEN: I’ve been obsessed with “back to friends” by sombr and I cannot stop thinking about being in a friend group with Atsumu, Osamu + inarizaki boys, and crossing the line with Atsumu after like a 2 am summer party (I’m getting beach weekend vibes, everyone stays in an Airbnb together, cooking together, card games). You wake up the next morning in his bed and leave before he wakes up because you don’t want to ruin the vibe in the friend group. You don’t know if you like him but you’ve always like been attracted to him (obviously 😩) . So he gets up and is like all hurt because he likes you and doesn’t understand how to go back to just being friends. Change up the characters if you don’t want to write for atsumu but I think this idea is very summer vibes 💃💃💃💃

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY GOD

YES YE SYE SYES YEYSFHSA;KJDFHAS;LKJH yes! i love this idea sooo much. i've been thinking of writing something of this sort and have actually very recently read something with a similar concept here (you should absolutely check it out!) i feel like atsumu would be the perfect candidate for that kind of character anyway. like i can definitely see others but i just feel like atsumu is really perfect for that sort of scenario.

what i'm trying to say is yes i will absolutely absolutely love to write this!!! your mind works in lovely ways. one thing i would like to note though is that it might take me some time to write everything (esp. since i'm in the middle of exam season, lol) but i will absolutely get to it asapppp!!

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Atsumu Miya 🍜🍡🍙🍣🏐