A/N: Some People Wanted A Part 2 Of This Atsumu X Pregnant!Reader Story Where Atsumu Doesnt Know Hes

A/N: Some people wanted a part 2 of this Atsumu X pregnant!Reader Story where Atsumu doesn’t know he’s gonna be a dad, so here ya go :D. P.S. I recently watched Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3 and it destroyed me.

Here’s part one ❤️

The blonde Setter has the jitters while he is sitting on the plane, excited to see you again after being away from you for so long. He watches the outside world from the plane window, your beautiful smile embracing his mind and he can’t help but daydream about being reunited with you again.

Bokuto is sitting next to him, watching 'Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 3' with tears in his golden eyes while snacking on NicNac‘s for the last thirty minutes.

With each crunch and sniffle of Bokuto, Sakusa who sits in front of the pair, can feel his patience snapping with each loud crunch.

Turning around, because the ravenette had enough, he frowns at the silver-haired Outside Hitter, quite disturbed by his appearance.

Inunaki, who is sitting next to Sakusa (and the only one that Sakusa tolerates sitting next to), also gets up to lean over his seat, staring with a frown at Bokuto.

"Bo, you good man?" The Libero waves his hand in front of the usual cheerful player.

Stopping the movie, Bokuto almost begins to cry hysterically while staring at his light-haired and the black-haired teammates, trying to explain while also hiccuping with tears.

"R-Rocket h-has s-s-such a sad p-past a-and i-it’s b-b-breaking m-my heart."

Atsumu doesn’t even acknowledge his teammates, still thinking about you with a goofy-lovesick smile on his face, making Sakusa almost gag by the sight of it.

"What’s wrong with him? He looks high." Inunaki asks with his head tilted to the side while looking Atsumu.

"When is there not something wrong with him." Sakusa mumbles before sitting down again properly, Inunaki following his moves.

"I heard that Omi." Atsumu says while still staring out the window.

Bokuto finally calms down, when Hinata, and who sits behind him with Joffe, hands him a few tissues that he had packed in his backpack.

Joffe leans forwards slightly, due to his massive height he doesn’t need to stand up to see his teammates.

"Missing your girlfriend? How’s she doing by the way?" Joffe asks.

Atsumu sighs before he turns a bit to look at the titan behind him.

"Yeah, missin' 'er terribly. An' she is doin' okay, I guess?Last time I called 'er, she was vomitin' lots. Must have been somethin' she ate, accordin' to 'er." Atsumu frowns deep in thought.

All of sudden, Hinata‘s orange hair pops up next to him.

"I hope she is okay. Maybe the flu?"

"Vomiting? You better not bring this illness to practice, we have a game in two weeks." Sakusa says in a threatening voice.

"Oh please, as if missin' yer presence on da court has any effect on our performance, Omi. We have plenty of players ta cover for ya."

Sakusa slowly turns his head, Hinata shrinks in fear behind the seat.

Bokuto does not care, still watching Guardians of the Galaxy in high anticipation, eyes entirely focused on the screen while munching on his snack loudly.

"Are you calling me useless on the court Miya?" The ravenette growls.

"Well if da boot fits-"

"Say that again to my face. I dare you." Sakusa begins to get up from his seat, about to strangle the blonde Setter, when the Captain, Shūgo Meian interrupts before it can escalate.

"Guys, we still have an hour left on the flight, behave. Please." Meian, the team captain calls out tiredly a few rows behind them.

"You heard the chief. No more fighting." Joffe laughs.

Sakusa huffs, putting his AirPods in, trying to calm down when he sits back down in his seat.

Atsumu looks back out the window, being with some people for a long time every single day for hours has really brought him to his limit.

Thank goodness the airport is not far from your shared apartment and the flight is less than an hour now.

Soon, he will be with you again.

Back at home, you just came back with some grocery bags, along with some prenatal vitamins from the local pharmacy.

Honestly you’ve been constantly so tired and grouchy, you’re thanking the heavens that Atsumu is not here with you right now.

He’d be constantly worried for you.

Putting away the groceries, you cut yourself some apple slices with honey as a dip and some rice waffles with strawberry Joghurt as dipping sauce.

Stocking the vitamins in the med cabinet, you begin to munch on your food when your phone rings.

Seeing Atsumu’s silly face on the screen, you put your food down and answer it.

"Hello, my handsome Setter." You greet him happily.

"Heyyy, my sexy girl. How’s it goin'?" Atsumu cheers back.

"Going good, missing you a lot. Just got back from the store to make some Japanese curry later on."

"Sounds delish. Hey, uh can ya open the door? I got some flowers in one hand an' my luggage in the other, kinda hard to open the door like that." Atsumu grins on the phone when he hears you gasp and run towards the door.

Highly confused at his saying, he hangs up all of sudden and you put your snacks down to run to the front door.

When you open the door, a 6'1 tall, athletic guy with messy blonde hair grins excitedly at you, a grin that you missed terribly.

Throwing yourself in his arms, Atsumu drops his luggage to the side, wrapping his strong arms around you while still having the flowers in one hand.

You breathe in his familiar scent, the smell of his expensive Ayurveda body scrub fills your nose and you almost tear up with how much you missed him.

Walking you backwards very carefully, Atsumu pushes his suitcase inside, while still holding you and closes the door, so the privacy between the two of you remains.

Remembering he got you flowers, he parts from you a little bit to hand them to you with a dazzling smile.

"Awww Tsumu, you shouldn’t have. They’re beautiful." You take in the beautiful smell of your favorite flowers but the usual lovely scent makes you nauseous.

The Setter sees your happiness turn into a wince and he immediately is worried again.

"Ya okay? Still feelin' bad from last night?"

"Yeah, uh the paella really did a number on me last night. I promise I’ll be fine." You chuckle, trying to convince him that it’s just the food making you feel bad and not the pregnancy.

"Mhm, okay, if ya say so." The Setter says unsure but doesn’t question you any further.

"I promise, I will be fine." You assure him once more with a long promising kiss and the Olympian practically sighs in bliss to feel your soft lips against his own after being apart from you.

The rest of the evening, you spend the time in each others arms, making up for being away from each other for so long.

Atsumu told you more stories about Argentine and his teammates, his stories make you laugh and appreciate that he is back home.

It’s late at night, due to Atsumu’s body still being used to Argentine’s time, he needs to get adjusted to Japan’s time again.

But not only the time difference is keeping the young Olympian up, your weird food eating habits, your extreme tiredness and your all of sudden sensitive smell to your favorite flowers is making him worried.

So he does what he always does, when he seeks out for advice, even if it physically pains him sometimes.

He texts his brother.

The next morning, you do feel a little bit better but for some reason, Atsumu is not his usual self.

He looks deep in thought, he looks very distracted since last night.

During breakfast, Atsumu pushes his food around a little bit, not really much eating any of it.

So you decide to break the silence.

"You’ve been awfully quiet, you okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

"Can I ask ya somethin'? An' promise ta be honest please." The blonde says, playing with his fingers a little bit.

For some reason, you have a feeling what this is about.

"Go ahead." You look at him and push your plate a little bit away.

"Are ya pregnant?" He looks at you with serious eyes, a small hint of fear behind those chocolate brown eyes of his.

You feel your breath hitch in your throat, surprised that he figured it out.

But Atsumu has always been direct, didn’t matter in what terms.

You gulp down nervously and you reply so quiet, that he barely hears it.

"Yes, I am." You confess.

Atsumu looks to the side shortly, shakily breathing before getting up and looking out the window, running his hand through his hair.

"I-I know we’re still young and y-you’re still focusing on your career… I am sorry this happened, I-I know this isn’t what you imagined when you got home, I will leave and I won’t bother you-" You start to panic, tears coming into your eyes, your hormones acting crazy.

Shocked by your sudden panic, he rushes to you in a heartbeat.

"Hey, hey… calm down okay? If anythin' we’re both at fault but we’ll get through this together kay? And honestly, this is the biggest and happiest surprise I have ever gotten home to. And I wouldn’t trade you or junior for anythin' in this world, my love. I love ya two more than anythin'."

"More than volleyball?" You ask teasingly with tears in your eyes.

"Maybe that’s pushin' it but yer high up there." Atsumu sticks his tongue at you cheekily.

You laugh with him, calming down that he looks happy about this pregnancy.

"How far along are ya?" He looks at you, intrigued as he caresses the lower part of your stomach.

"About 4-5 weeks I think? Still pretty early."

Atsumu takes your hand in his, still having his other hand on your stomach, indirectly asking you to stand up.

Following his lead, you get up and he rests his forehead against yours.

"I won’t leave ya side okay? I will stay by yer side and protect ya from any harm."

Sharing a deep, passionate kiss, you can’t believe that you and Atsumu made a life together and like Atsumu promised, he will share every moment of it with you.

A/N: I don’t know, lack of sleep is making me write angst. I apologize. Got the inspiration from watching 'Puss in Boots : The Last Wish', personal work experience and a story that I played in the game 'MeChat'.

If there’s one thing Kiyoomi Sakusa loathes about his work, it’s the job itself.

The job to take life, wether it be young or old, sick or healthy, man or woman.

He is not an assassin, or a bounty hunter or a hitman.

They can quit their job if they want.

He can’t.

He is always working. 24/7. No vacations or time off since the beginning of time.

Currently, he is standing in the doorway in a hospital room with a blank face, watching a family bid their goodbyes to their father.

End stage of leukemia.

Kiyoomi knows this man has been fighting his disease for a long time.

But the man‘s body is too tired to continue the fight.

Every living being has a glow around them. A warm light of sorts.

Whenever a person or an animal is in the process of passing away, the ravenette sees light sparks leaving the body. Like a fire slowly going out, the last remains of the flame flickering into the dark night.

He hears the faint flatlining of the monitor and the family bursts into tears, it is like déja vu because he has been through this too many times before.

The cries, the grieving, the last sparks leaving the person‘s or the animal‘s body.

Walking to the man‘s body, Kiyoomi lifts his hand and places it on his non-movable thorax.

Feeling the soul of the man, he gently pulls it out of his body, putting it into a vial that he uses for protecting the souls until he arrived back into his dark demension of what he calls home.

Leaving the room without looking back, he arrives back home.

Entering a dark room, some of the souls light up in his presence, almost like single fireflies.

He carefully takes the vial out of his inside pocket, placing it on the shelf on his left side.

Kiyoomi has a place for each soul.

Left is for adults and old people.

The middle is for animals.

And on the right shelf, children.

Lately, Kiyoomi found himself watching over you a lot.

You’re extremely adventurous, loving the excitement and adrenaline that goes through your body.

Whenever you try something knew, Kiyoomi stands close by, watching as you dodge death like a bullet so many times.

Today you’re trying out skateboarding.

Out of all the souls he has seen so far, your soul shines the brightest.

It’s almost like Kiyoomi is drawn to it, sort of like an undefined force.

You roll down the hill with protective gear on your knees and elbows, gaining speed very quickly.

Sitting on the roof of a house, his black orbs observe you like a hawk.

All of sudden, Kiyoomi hears a car coming from the right side of the intersection you’re cruising down on.

You’re not slowing down.

You don’t see the car.

Kiyoomi‘s eyes widen with fear, he jumps down and races towards you.

All that is left to hear, is a screeching of car tires.

Pregnancy Scare with Rintarō Suna

Warnings: suggestive content, mentions of sex

Having Oikawa as a temporary roommate doesn’t sound too bad at first.

Unless you’re dating his best friend, Hajime Iwaizumi.

Both you and Iwaizumi have been high school sweethearts, now dating officially for almost 8 years.

While your boyfriend, actually fiancé now, is working as an athletic trainer for the national Japanese volleyball team, you work as a pharmacist in the local hospital.

When Iwaizumi came home after a work-out one night, he had an annoyed expression on his face when he entered your apartment.

Pausing your actions on making dinner, you know that face already.

"What?"

Iwaizumi sighs, drops his gym bag and walks over to you with an exhausted expression.

"Those shitheads are really getting on my last nerves. Thought I lost them all already back in high school with Oikawa." The brunette hugs you from behind and can feel himself relax when he smells the familiar smell of your pineapple and coconut shampoo.

Which reminds you.

Oikawa texted you yesterday, asking if he can stay at your place for a week while he is training with his Argentinian team at the Ajinomoto National Training Center.

And the Setter knows the former Outside Hitter all too well, knowing 100% already that Iwaizumi would just leave him on read when he reads Oikawa’s message about staying at your guys’ place.

Which is why Oikawa asked you instead, knowing you’re Iwaizumi‘s kryptonite.

And Iwaizumi can never say no to you.

"Say love, don’t be mad at me."

The bliss on Iwaizumi’s face disappears and he turns you around to look at you with a frown on his face.

"What did you do?"

"Uhm… you know how much I love you? Your muscles certainly got a LOT bigger-" Tracing his firm pegs with your finger, you start to get distracted.

"Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this. Just tell me." He gives you that look.

"Oikawa is coming to visit Japan and he needs a place to stay."

"And?"

You look at him with pleading eyes and he realizes immediately.

With big eyes, he steps away from you and the realization turns into deep annoyance.

Iwaizumi turns around to walk to your shared bathroom, he can’t deal with this right now.

"So does that mean you’re okay with it?" You call after him.

The only reply you hear, is a frustrating scream coming from the shower after a while.

"Eh, he’ll be fine." You mutter as you turn around to finish dinner.

The next day, Oikawa arrives bright and early at your front door, thankfully you’re both already awake, due to Iwaizumi’s early morning jog routine and you having the opening shift of the pharmacy.

A storm of the ringing doorbell makes the athletic trainer walk towards the door, and when Iwaizumi opens it, Oikawa jumps to hug Iwaizumi.

Not seeing in coming, Iwaizumi falls to the ground with a loud grunt, impacted by Oikawa’s weight.

"Get off of me you stupid idiot!" He pushes Oikawa off and can feel himself breathe again.

"But Iwa-chaaaaaaaan! I missed you dearly! Is this the way to greet your best friend who you haven’t seen in 4 years??" Oikawa pouts and when this chocolate brown eyes find yours, he yells your name out excitedly and runs towards you with alarming speed.

"My beautiful future best-friend-in-law looks gorgeous as always!" The giant Setter hugs you tight.

Giggling at his enthusiastic hug, you return it.

"It’s nice to have you here Tōru." You smile at him, parting from Oikawa.

"Come on, Shittykawa, let’s go on a seven mile run, like I do every morning."

The Setter pales like a ghost at that.

"But- I just got here and you’re already making me run? You can treat those mediocre third class athletes at the gym like that but not me, your best friend who just traveled half the globe to see you!" Oikawa tries to make an excuse but it doesn’t sit well with Iwaizumi.

"I am dead serious. Get your Argentinian ass outside, now."

Huffing in defeat, the brunette joins his best friend.

Now, originally Oikawa only meant to stay for a week, but one week turned into two and now the stay is reaching the third week.

In the beginning, it was only a stay because of training but now the practice time is over and before the real game starts, the coaches gave them two weeks off additionally.

You have the patience of a saint, really, while Iwaizumi feels each day his patience getting thinner and thinner. You can’t blame your partner, since he sees him at work AND at home.

The worst part for Iwaizumi is, he can’t have sex with you, because whenever he tries to seduce you or vice versa, the Setter seems to have a hidden talent on knowing when the two of you want some alone time.

On the couch, in the kitchen, the bathroom, you can’t even have alone time in your own bedroom because Oikawa is bursting in your bedroom every night, complaining and gossiping about every. single. player. while laying in the middle between you and Iwaizumi.

But now, even your patience begins to run out, your sexual frustration beginning to eat you alive.

So on a Tuesday night, you and Iwaizumi want to go out on a date, hopefully stopping by a hotel afterwards to relieve some of that tension. Or all of it.

And Oikawa wants to tag along, not wanting to be left alone in the apartment by himself, while the athletic trainer is trying to hint at his best friend that he wants to have sex with you.

"Why can’t I come with you?" The Setter whines.

"Because (Y/N) and I are going out tonight, we want some privacy to ourselves, because you couldn’t give us any for the last damn three weeks."

Oikawa nods.

"Just the two of us."

He nods again.

"Alone." Iwaizumi feels like speaking to a four year old.

"Alright, no problem, I’ll try to hit up Matsun or Maki." Oikawa whistles while making himself comfortable on the couch again, texting his former teammates.

Iwaizumi feels his anger rising abruptly, about to snap his neck and before you have to clean up a crime scene, you push your lover out of the apartment before an accidental murder happens.

In the end, you and Iwaizumi don’t even make it to dinner because you teased him during the ride, caressing his thigh up and down.

You don’t come back to the apartment for another two days, missing thousands of messages from Oikawa, enjoying each others bodies like you did the first time you got intimate.

Recently got this game, can’t stay loyal cuz they all too damn hot

i play for the plot, i swear.

A/N: I am so sorry if my stories are not that exciting lately, night shift has been messing with my sleep schedule and kicking my ass. I am just trying to write on my days off. 🥹 Also, I apologize for making Atsumu the asshole here, he’s my bae but my Osamu fever is through the roof.

cw: pining!Osamu, cheating on Atsumu’s side, angst to fluff, cursing, physical fight but nothing major

It’s quiet in Onigiri Miya where you’re working at.

You’re currently wiping down the already shiny counters, just trying to pass the time until the shop closes.

Looking at the clock on the wall, you have 8 minutes left on your shift and in 8 minutes Onigiri Miya closes for the night.

'Ugh. I just want to go home.‘

"Yannow, if ya keep wipin‘ the counters like that, eventually mah shop‘s gonna smell like a surgery room." A deep voice interrupts your wiping.

Squeaking in surprise, you see your boss Osamu Miya leaning against the kitchen door, wiping his hands with a towel to look at you.

Stopping your task, you huff and lean against the counter behind you.

"But I have already done everything for the night. I mopped the floors, I cleaned the tables at least twice, I sweeped in front of the door, restocked everything and I wiped off the menus." You count down.

Seeing your tired face, Osamu tells you that he will close up the shop now, since it doesn't look like any costumers are going to come in the last remaining minutes.

You give him a tired yet thankful smile while taking off your uniform apron for the night.

Mirroring your smile and waiting for you to come outside with him, he locks the door behind him, taking your jacket from your arms and putting it on you like the gentleman he is.

With both of you walking down the street from the shop, Osamu puts on his own jacket and offers to accompany you to your car.

Accepting his offer, you both make your way to the parking lot.

"So, how’s that shit boyfriend of yours doing?" Osamu walks next to you as he breathes in the cold air.

"That’s not a nice way to talk about your brother." You shove him slightly as you laugh at his remark about his twin.

He still waits for your reply, his metallic eyes watching your beautiful and the way your eyes gleam with happiness whenever you laugh.

Soon though, your expression turns sad and Osamu immediately frowns at your sudden change.

"He’s doing good, I think. He’s been at training for the majority of the day, he gets home very late and immediately goes to sleep as soon as his head hits the bed pillow. We haven’t really talked lately and whenever I tried to engage into a conversation with him, he would block me off or be extremely upset and yell at me, just storm off afterwards to stay either at Bokuto’s or Hinata’s place. I think it also adds to the fact that MSBY has not been doing good lately."

To say Osamu was shocked at your explanation, was an understatement.

I mean yeah, his brother could be an selfish, arrogant asshole at times but never would Osamu think his brother would raise his voice at you.

Without realizing it, Osamu’s hands ball into fists in his hoodie pockets and he can feel his blood pressure rising, along with his heart beat going faster.

Arriving next to your car, Osamu feels very uneasy to let you go.

"Are ya sure yer’ll be fine? I don’t feel very good bout sending ya home like this. Want me to accompany ya? I’ll give ‘im a good beatin' for treatin’ ya like this."

You give him a thankful but reassuring smile.

"It’s okay, really. If something is wrong, I’ll let you know immediately."

Osamu sighs in defeat but lets you go home.

Nonetheless, Osamu still feels a slightly heavy weight in his stomach about seeing you go home while Atsumu could already be in a bad mood.

Making his own way home now, he tries to call his brother a couple of times but fails to get a hold of that good-for-nothing dickhead.

Arriving at his apartment, Osamu takes a hot shower, trying to get rid of his haunting thoughts of you.

The pressure of his shower head relieves the ongoing stress inside of the chef’s head and he can finally feel himself relax.

Drying himself off with a black towel, he wraps it around his waist and walks into his dark bedroom to get into a comfy shirt with sweats.

When he leans back in his couch, the ravenette puts on a random show on Netflix, trying desperately to get you out of his head.

Meanwhile, you arrived home in your shared apartment with Atsumu, when you notice an unfamiliar pair of black sandals with heels on them next to Atsumu’s familiar gray All Star sneakers.

You definitely know that you don’t own these kind of shoes and you start to feel nauseous and the world seems to spin a little bit slower now.

Gulping down in nervousness, you begin to make your way towards the only light source from the living room.

The closer you get, the more you can hear high-pitched giggling and your boyfriend’s laugh, that you had grown to love.

Sneaking a peek around the wall, you feel your heart break into a million pieces.

Shattered, feeling like it’s been ripped apart into shreds by a pack of rabid wolves.

Your chest feels incredibly heavy, like an anchor pulling your fractured heart to the deepest depths of the ocean.

Atsumu sits on the couch with his arms spread out on each side, his back towards you and there is an incredibly beautiful woman sitting on top of his lap, her long platinum blonde hair frames her heart-shaped face, adding more beauty to her than there already is.

She caresses his face while he kisses up her neck and the sound of his lips touching her skin is making you nauseous.

Slowly stepping back, you can't watch anymore of this.

Is this why he has been so moody lately? Was this the reason why he stayed 'late at practice'?

How long has this been going on?

Before your rambling thoughts continue, you hear something that gives you the final strike into your heart.

"Tsumu are you sure your girlfriend won't be home soon?"

"Nah baby, she won' be home for another hour or so. She always takes so long in da shop with mah brother ta help him. An' I don' wanna talk bout her, yer all that matters right now."

Ouch.

Tears begin to gather in your eyes and you quickly make a run for the door, making sure you don't make a single noise as you slip out of the apartment as quiet as a mouse.

As you stand outside in the cold, you feel raindrops hitting your face, the more seconds pass, the more raindrops keep coming.

Not knowing what you should do now, you go to the only place that's not too far from you and where you can seek shelter hopefully for the night.

Currently watching the newest episode on ‘Zom 100: Bucket List of the Dead', Osamu rests on his couch with his feet propped up on his coffee table when his doorbell rings.

Frowning in confusion, he checks the time on his phone.

'22:26. The hell?’

The ravenette reaches for his baseball bat underneath his couch, ready to put up a fight if necessary.

When he checks his peephole, he sees you.

Completely drenched, shaking and you are…. crying?

Opening his door, you look up to Osamu, your red eyes, red cheeks and tears running down your face are breaking Osamu’s heart.

Before he can say anything though, you emerge into his personal space, hugging him while wetting his black Black Clover shirt with more tears of yours.

"Hey, hey. What’s the matter? What happened?" He whispers, his rough voice deep of concern when he wraps his hands around your arms.

Still sobbing, you mumble something into his shirt, burying your face in his muscular chest.

"Come in, yer'll catch yer death otherwise."

Closing the door behind you, he locks it before gently leading you to his couch.

When you both sit down, you have calmed down a little bit but you still feel like you're suffocating from the lack of air.

"A-Atsumu...h-he cheated on me." You begin to cry again hysterically, while Osamu widens his eyes in shock.

"He what?!"

"I-I came home a-and I saw them both…Osamu…c-can I… c-can I please stay h-here j-just for tonight?" You ask him with a big whimper, the wetness and cold from the rain made you incredibly tired, along with crying so much on the way to Osamu’s apartment.

"Of course ya can. Here, take a nice hot shower an’ then I will give ya somethin’ of mine ta sleep in, kay?" Osamu guides to the bathroom, telling you that if you need anything, just to yell for him.

Sniffling, you thank him and head into his shower.

The younger twin is about this close to run to your apartment and beat up that lying, cheating asshole.

But he can’t leave you alone. Not when you are in a state like this.

He makes some lavender tea, hopefully it will help you calm down and fall asleep later on.

After fifteen minutes, he hears you come out, the hot steam fog of the shower being released into the hallway.

You’re wearing Osamu’s old high school jersey since it’s too small on him but it fits your body perfectly. His gray sweats go a little past your knees, giving off an extremely cute vibe that makes the ravenette blush slightly at the sight of you.

Even though you look like a wreck (and you feel like it too), Osamu would and will always find you gorgeous, no matter what you wear.

"Thank you for your clothes and the shower, I needed it." You quietly thank him, almost so quiet, that Osmau can barely hear you.

"I made sum tea, ya want any?" He holds the hot mug out to you.

Accepting the tea mug, you take a small sip, the heat of the lavender tea burning your tongue.

"Thank you. Do you mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t want to go home to that apartment." You can feel yourself tearing up again, the picture of Atsumu and that woman haunts your mind.

"Of course ya can. I don' have a guest room but ya can take my bed, I‘ll take the couch."

"But-" You want to protest but get interrupted.

"No buts. Ya had a rough night, ya need ta sleep properly." Guiding you to his bedroom, Osamu mentally breathes out a sigh of relief when he remembered that he cleaned up his room and made his bed in the morning before he left.

The dark room is suddenly light up, giving you a full and clear view of the younger twin's room.

A queen sized bed with neatly made black and red sheets is resting against the corner of the left side of the room, in the middle a desk and in the right corner a book case with several mangas and cooking books from different cuisines are fully stacked on each shelf.

On the wall where his office desk is, are various pictures of his old volleyball team from Middle and High School, some signed cards of Tobio Kageyama, Kōtarō Bokuto and Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Every time Atsumu would come by, wether it be announced or unannounced, Osamu has to hide Kageyama's card before Atsumu throws a fit and burns it.

Finishing the last remains of the tea cup Osamu made you, he pulls the covers back for you to get in.

Taking the cup from you, he waits until you get in and get comfortable.

"Don' hesitate ta wake me up if ya need anything, kay? An' sleep in tomorrow. Eri will cover ya shift, I texted in the group chat already and she's happy ta take yer shift."

Your eyes widen in surprise and fondness, tears coming up again from his kind words and his consideration of your situation.

Nodding with a trembling lip, you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop more tears from coming in.

Osamu sighs heavily, feeling extremely bad for you.

No one should have to go through that.

When Osamu is about to leave, he hears your broken voice and it sets off a pang in his heart to hear you so beaten down.

"Osamu... I hope this isn't too much to ask or makes you uncomfortable in any way but... can you please stay with me? I-I don't want to be alone tonight... a-all I see is them..."

Your request makes his breath hitch and his heart beats faster, thankfully he still has his back turned to you, so you can't see the redness in his face.

Millions of thoughts are running through Osamu's head right now.

How will this situation change your relationship with each other?

Should he say no? Should he say yes?

Should he take the risk and lay in bed with you while trying to fight off his deep crush on you?

Is he betraying the bro code by sleeping besides you?

Will he-

Seeing the stiffness in his back, you feel bad and it makes you speak up again.

"Forget I said anything. I shouldn't have-"

"No I understand, I'll stay with ya." Osamu breathes out, trying to calm down his racing heart.

Shutting off the light, he makes his way over to you, laying down in his familiar smelling bed sheets but now with a hint of his shampoo that comes from your freshly showered hair.

There's little space between the two of you, the ravenette is way too nervous and stiff to come any closer to you.

So he just lays on his back with his arms resting behind his head, trying to think how this situation is going to go on.

The only thing he knows is that he should try to avoid his brother in the next couple of days.

Unfortunately, his luck doesn't last very long

Because the next day, Osamu lets you sleep in, the image of your exhausted face and the way you were clinging onto him for dear life last night still plasters his mind.

After his lunch rush at Onigiri Miya, Osamu puts the rest of the cash in the register, when the entrance doorbell chimes, making the owner look up from what he is doing.

The person who enters is none other than his brother, Atsumu Miya in his golden MSBY track suit.

Seeing the blonde's face honestly made Osamu's blood boil with rage but he is doing a great job so far at keeping a neutral mask.

His brother seems in a great mood and when the sandy-blonde walks closer, Osamu can see a couple of dark patches on the Setter's neck.

'That son of a bitch.'

Taking a calming breath, Atsumu greets his brother while taking a seat in front of the counter before he can say anything.

"Whassup nerd? Can I have sum tuna onigiri with spring onion ta go?"

Without saying anything, Osamu turns around to the kitchen and makes his brother's order, desperately trying not to turn around and smash his fist in his stupid face.

"So. Had a busy night with (Y/N) huh?" He calls from the kitchen.

Without seeing Atsumu’s face, Osamu can already tell he caught him off guard.

I mean, he’s known his twin for a good 25 years but apparently not good enough to find out that he cheated on you out of all people.

A beautiful, caring and loyal person.

Even when Osamu found out the both of you were dating, he doubted his twin’s loyalty to you.

But your sunshine behavior seemed to block out the dark cloud Atsumu was constantly forming over your head.

All of sudden, after a few seconds of silence, Atsumu answers back with a nervous laugh.

"Hehe yeah, we were pretty busy. That little minx had me goin’ all night long."

‘Gotcha.’

Osamu didn’t know what else to expect.

When the ravenette comes back with Atsumu’s order, he places it in front of him, crossing his arms before leaning over the counter to watch his brother.

Biting into the first half of the delicious onigiri, the Setter chews in satisfaction.

"Yannow what’s funny Tsumu?" The younger twin asks with a questioning voice.

"What?" Atsumu replies in return with a perched eyebrow and his mouth full of food.

"(Y/N) must have a twin as well, cuz last night someone who looked, sounded and acted exactly like (Y/N) came ta my place last night. Crying her eyes out saying her disloyal, blonde boyfriend cheated on her with a blonde chick on their couch last night when she came home."

The blonde looks incredibly pale all of sudden, almost choking on his food.

"How could ya do that to her ya piece of shit!" Osamu hisses through his teeth like an angry dog.

"It’s nun of yer damn business." Atsumu snarls back but a little bit louder than Osamu.

"Do ya not have any regret or dignity at all?"

Atsumu looks to side, finding the fabric of the chair suddenly more interesting than his brother’s words.

"TSUMU!" A fist all of sudden reaches Atsumu’s Track jacket and his brown eyes find livid grayish-stormish eyes.

Thankfully no one is in Onigiri Miya right now, seeing the owner that full of rage could ruin the restaurant’s reputation and Osamu’s image.

But the ravenette could care less about that right now.

"Why’s it matter so much ta ya?"

Now Osamu is the one who is quiet.

Letting Atsumu go, the blonde fixes his jacket, his eyes still kept on Osamu.

"Ya like her, don'tcha?" The Setter's words are being spit like venom.

"Have ya been fuckin' her behind my back?!" Atsumu adds.

"The fuck did ya just say?!" Osamu‘s face and words are full of rage.

The tension grows more and more with each passing second, each twin seeing red only at the moment.

"YA HEARD ME YA LYIN' SCUMBAG."

"I DID NOT SCREW YER GIRLFRIEND BEHIND YA BACK ASSHOLE! SHE CAME CRYIN' TA ME LAST NIGHT CUZ YA AIN'T LOYAL ENOUGH TA KEEP ONE DECENT PERSON LIKE 'ER."

"Whatever. She's been borin' me out for a while now. Wouldn't have surprised me if she came onto ya next."

And this is the last straw that brings Osamu's fist to his brother's face.

Atsumu falls from the chair and lands on his back, the force of Osamu's punch knocks the air out of his lungs when he falls.

Quickly rounding the corner, the chef stands above the Setter, seeing that his brother‘s nose is bleeding.

Groaning in pain, Atsumu holds his nose, when he saw the blood on his hand, he gets back up and lunges for his twin.

Pushing his body weight against Osamu, the Setter shoves him into the counter where Atsumu sat.

The ravenette is pushing him back with all his might, trying to dodge Atsumu‘s punches.

Years of fighting each other though, Osamu has mesmerized his brother‘s fight style.

Kicking him to the side, Atsumu lets go of him, yelling out in pain and the Setter sees red, trying again to knock Osamu down.

Too engrossed with each other, they don’t hear you coming in.

"Atsumu!Osamu! Please! Stop!" You pant from the door, frantically getting between the tall men, separating them with your hands.

One of Osamu‘s employees, Hitoshi, who just came back from his smoke break, sees the scene before him and since he is a lot bigger than you, he is more successful in separating the twins fully.

Taking a quick look between them, Osamu has a small bleeding cut on his cheek, along with some bleeding on the corner of his mouth.

Atsumu looks a lot worse, Osamu surely got him good.

Atsumu has blood coming from his swollen, slightly off-to-the-side nose, a light purple bruise forming on his left eye already, along with a bleeding cut on his eyebrow above the injured eye.

Both are panting and glaring furious daggers at each other, when your voice and the gentle touch of your soft hand on Osamu’s face, the gray-eyed man looks towards you.

The ravenette calms down a little bit when he sees you.

Your deeply worried face snap him out completely out of his rage.

"Get out of mah shop. Don’t make me say it twice." Osamu threatens in a dark voice that you never heard him use before, it’s honestly a little frightening.

Atsumu looks between you and his brother, and for a moment you see a flash of hurt and regret in Atsumu's eyes. Clearly hurt, that you chose Osamu's side over his.

With a click against his tongue, Atsumu stares angrily at his brother before leaving Onigiri Miya.

Making sure his brother does not change his mind and re-enter his restaurant, Osamu looks at you for a brief second before going to his office in one swift turn without another word.

Hearing the door slam, you flinch visibly by the loudness.

"He‘ll calm down more if you talk to him. You were always his favorite. Go. I‘ll watch over everything here. Thank God we didn’t have any costumers…" Hitoshi whispers to you.

With your eyes widening a little bit at his words, you gulp a big lump down your throat and walk with anxious footsteps to your boss‘ office.

Very carefully opening the door, you peek your head in, seeing if Osamu wants to be left alone or not.

Seeing the light of the small bathroom in his office, you hear him hissing in pain a lot.

Building up the courage, you walk further inside, seeing him cleaning up his cut on his cheek with a cotton ball that he grabbed from the first-aid-box.

"Osamu? You okay?" You ask him in a quiet voice.

Breathing out a heavy sigh, he looks at you with tired but also scared eyes. As if he is scared that he frightened you in some way, due to the physical fight with his twin brother.

" 'm fine. This is nothing. Had it a lot worse a couple of times." The steel-gray eyed ravenette looks back into the mirror, continuing to clean up the wound.

Feeling extremely bad that you have been the reason for the fight, you offer him your help with his cuts.

Accepting your help, you wash your hands before attending to the slightly injured chef.

Pressing another cotton ball full of gauze to his cheek, he flinches away a little bit before relaxing again, actually enjoying your soft act towards him.

When you move to his corner of his busted lip, you try to tap it as careful as you can, highly focused on the task.

All Osamu can do is watch you in awe and even if he feels shitty that he got into a fight with his brother and possibly scared you, you seem like you’re actually enjoying helping him. When your eyes catch his own, your movements slow to a stop, entirely captured by his gaze on you.

When you get a really good look into his eyes, you notice it’s a beautiful shade of silver, on the outside part of irises are faint hint of light blue.

It’s honestly a pair of gorgeous eyes, you’ve never seen anything quite like it.

With yours and Osamu’s pupils dilating, a small blush begins to form on Osamu’s cheeks, as with yours as well.

Two hearts going a thousand miles a minute, yet you feel a strange sense of comfort going over you.

You feel safe, protected, home.

Without realizing it, the two of you begin to lean in towards each other, the handsome man in front of you flickering his eyes between your eyes and your lips.

Slowly closing the gap, you begin to feel slightly dry lips brushing against your own.

His warm breath mingles with yours and the ravenette rests his forehead against your own, tilting his head to the side to fully capture your lips with his own.

It’s a shy, almost inexperienced kiss, like neither of you two have kissed someone before.

Feeling his warm big hand against your cheek, you can feel it sliding behind your neck, grasping it to pull you closer to him.

After a few seconds, you both start to feel a hunger rise in you. But the more passionate the kiss got, the more Osamu started to feel pain from his cuts on his face.

Parting from you, you see Osamu’s lip starting to bleed again and your face flushes even more with heat and redness, apologizing while trying to catch your breath while Osamu is panting a little bit as well.

Realizing what you both just did, the former Opposite Hitter looks shocked, petrified even dare you say.

"I-I am sorry, (Y/N). I-I didn’t mean to-" He stammers but you interrupt him while placing your hands on his cheeks with a big smile.

"Hey, it’s okay. I wanted you to kiss me."

If it’s even possible, his eyes widen more but this time it’s excitement and happiness that fill his expression.

"Ya mean it?" He asks hopefully.

Instead of a reply, you show your feelings with actions instead of words by pulling him to your lips again, reconnecting them.

This time without hesitation, Osamu kisses you back, ignoring the pain this time.

When you part from, he tries to chase after you and you giggle in response.

A smile breaks out on his face, nuzzling your nose with his.

"Don' take this the wrong way, but ‘m glad my dumbass brother punched me in da face for standing' up for ya. Havin' ya here makes it so much better. Believe it or not but my heart always gets very excited whenever ya came in ta work together with me.''

You laugh a little bit at his words, caressing his face gently, admiring his love-struck gaze.

''Osamu... hearing you say that makes me incredibly happy..."

''I can sense a 'but' comin'.'' The ravenette clicks his tongue, gaining a bit of distance between the two of you.

''I.. I just... doesn't it make you feel weird that just one day ago I was dating your brother and the next day, after we broke up, we're kissing?'' You ask with uncertainty in your voice.

Osamu doesn’t reply for a few seconds, taking your words in.

"(Y/N) I ain’t gonna lie ta ya cuz that’s my brother’s thing. But ever since ya walked into my shop with that dazzling smile with yer application forms, it made me week in the knees. It’s like the world stopped movin' for a second. Yer kindness an' passion in yer job made me fall hard for ya." The chef admits in a serious voice but it also includes love and admiration.

His words made you blush and you look away with a shy smile.

A bruised hand finds your face once again, turning to look into your eyes.

When your eyes find his, you see his pupils dilating as he looks at you.

"Why don’t we take things slow then. We’ll go at yer pace, yer takin’ the reigns in this." His other hand takes one of your hands, squeezing it gently in order to comfort you.

Thinking about his offer, you’re considering it.

After a few minutes of thinking, you have your answer.

Lifting both of your hands and placing them on his face, making sure not to touch his wounds, your smile begins to widen, your stomach doing somersaults.

"Alright, I accept your offer."

Mirroring your smile, Osamu seals the deal by kissing you, a kiss full of passion and hope, that you can’t help but dream about the whole night when you go to bed that night.