It Was The Middle Of The Night When You Hear Lots Of Tapping Noises While You Are Sleeping In Your Apartment.

It was the middle of the night when you hear lots of tapping noises while you are sleeping in your apartment.

It sounds like multiple taps all at once, almost like little pebbles hitting your glass window.

Groaning, you turn to the other side in your bed, away from the noise that keeps coming from your window.

All of sudden, the noises stopped and you sighed in relief, happy to go back to sleep.

But then, when you were mere seconds away to falling into your dream of a zombie apocalypse, the noise of something hitting your window came back, a lot louder this time.

Apparently, whatever flew against your window broke the glass and now a big rock of the size of a rat lays on your floor.

When the sound of broken glass finally wakes you up with a startled gasp, you run to see what could have caused this.

A stalker? A murderer? A kidnapper? A shooter?

As soon as you look outside, you see a tall figure standing on the ground, all dressed in black.

You’re about to run to grab your phone from its charging station to call the cops, but when the big figure pushed down the hoodie from his head, you see spiky salt-and-pepper colored hair, with a big smile and golden, illuminating eyes.

Your heart does a few exciting jumps, easily being able recognize that hair from miles away.

But then you remember that the cute asshole just busted your window.

Opening it, you see Bokuto coming closer to you, if he had a tail, he‘d be wagging it wildly.

"Bo! You busted my window!" You hissed at him.

"I am sorry, love! But you weren’t answering your phone or my window call so I had to use something bigger! I just missed you so much." He looks sheepishly back at you, as he kicks one of his shoes into the dirt.

You sigh, his cuteness never fails to make you swoon for him.

You don’t get to see your boyfriend often due to his busy job, recently promoted to a wakagashira, the first lieutenant of Shūgo Meian, family boss of the Black Jackals of Tokyo.

"Can I come in and see you? I haven’t seen you in weeks! Boss had me running his errands forever." He pouts and gets even closer to the window. The only thing that separates you from him, is being on the second floor.

Now, Bokuto could be a normal person and just use the front door like a normal person, but Bokuto is not a normal person.

No.

That 6' 2.9" pure muscle of a man takes a few steps back and you know what that means.

Bokuto starts running towards your window and jumps to climb up the pipes on the side of your apartment.

The first time he did that, you screamed in fear, terrified he would fall and die.

With the many times he has done that, it’s a piece of cake for Bokuto now.

You see his tattooed hands on your window sill, pushing himself up with a small grunt, yet it looks like he didn’t break a sweat.

When he slides over your window frame, and stands up to his full height, you almost tear up in happiness.

Like magnets, the two of you almost run into each other, engulfing yourselves in a tight hug.

Bokuto is nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your familiar strawberry shampoo, while his strong arms wrap around your waist.

Standing up on your toes, you have your arms wrapped his neck, almost tearing up because you missed your muscular teddy bear so much.

Even if he occasionally has to kill people, easily snap someone‘s neck with his bare hands, he still has the softest heart around you.

Like sending you flowers almost every day, hiring someone to deliver food to you whenever you’re hungry or sending you romantic poems, pouring his whole heart into words of affirmation if he can’t be with you physically.

When he takes a small step back, he still has you in his arms, and he takes a good look over you, making sure you‘re okay.

"Kō? Everything okay?" You quietly ask your lover with a worried look on your face because it looks like he is close to tearing up.

"I just missed you so, my precious sweetheart. I am sorry I was gone for so long, you’re always in my thoughts every day and when you didn’t answer your phone…. I-I was so scared that something happened to you." Almost shaking, he responds while caressing your face.

You see the two owls on his neck, one great horned owl, representing him and one collared owlet, representing you.

He got that tattoo done on your first anniversary together, you sat with him while he didn’t flinch a single time, he just kept smiling at you while caressing your hand with his own.

That may have been a stupid decision on his part, because everyone knows you shouldn’t get a couple tattoo of your partner but you know it and Bokuto knows it.

You are soulmates, even if your worlds are completely different from another.

Dating Headcannons <3

- When you see each other for the first time with Kuroo, Daichi, Iwaizumi and Akaashi

- First date with Kuroo, Daichi, Iwaizumi and Akaashi (a part 2 basically to “seeing the each other for the first time")

- When you see each other for the first time with Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa and Hinata

- Vacation time with Meian, Osamu, Fukurō Hirugami and Oikawa

- What their s/o would be like with Sakusa, Atsumu, Motoya and Hoshiumi

Haikyū!! Chat Series ❤️

Pregnancy Scare with Atsumu Miya

Pregnancy Scare with Rintarō Suna

Pregnancy Scare with Tetsurō Kuroo

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.

A/N: I am sorry it’s so short, I am working on two more things currently but I am working so much in my job, I barely have the energy to continue the long OS I currently have in my draft. Enjoy some yakuza!Iwaizumi.

Iwaizumi Hajime is currently doing pull ups on a bar in a dark gym, close to Seijoh‘s headquarters.

Grunting with effort, he pulls himself up on last time, jumping to the ground when he let go of the bar.

The different colored tattoos shine with sweat on Iwaizumi’s chest.

The white and turquoise dragon starts from his left pectoral muscles, the whole scaled body wrapping itself around his upper arm to his elbow.

Each unique tattoo of the Wakagashira shows part of being in the yakuza of Seijoh.

But there’s one tattoo that the brunette didn’t get to show off his status in the yakuza.

It’s the initials of his significant other, resting on the inside of his left wrist.

It’s 100% the most meaning one for the young man.

None of the members besides Oikawa, the Kumicho of Seijoh know about you, Iwaizumi‘s pretty girlfriend.

Swiping his sweat off of his face and chest with a big towel, he doesn’t hear you come in.

"Working out again? Did Oikawa let you do the dirty work again?" You tease him from the front door.

He laughs before he turns to look at you.

"Doesn’t matter what Shittykawa does, it‘ll piss me off nonetheless."

Laughing along with him, you get closer to your lover.

The closer you get, the more Iwaizumi eyes you up and down like a predator.

Tracing your finger around his shoulder, you take very slow steps around him, rounding him.

Following the art lines of the black and white koi fish on his strong back, you see goosebumps forming on his skin.

Smiling at his reaction, you lean up a bit and wrap your arms around his neck from the side.

"So, you have some energy left for cardio?" You whisper in his ear.

Eyeing you with his dark green eyes from the side, he puts his hands on your waist and pulls you into an tight embrace, resting his tattooed knuckles on your thighs.

Lifting you up without any effort on his part, the brunette gives his all in an inviting kiss, doing cardio for a good two more hours.

Hello sweet cheeks 🙊🙊🙊

How's your day with me bugging you all the time 😂💃🏻

So I was wondering if you could write about meeting Kuroo, Iwazumi, Daichi and Akaashi for the first time, it can be before or after the time skip whatever makes you feel comfortable

Thank you in advance 🙈❤️

Don’t worry! You can never bug me 😂

I’ll gladly do that for you, I did Kuroo pre-timeskip and the others post-timeskip. I hope that’s okay. Enjoy! ❤️

You met the cheeky Middle Blocker Captain in high school. Precisely in one of the home rooms that you guys share together unknowingly.

Your teacher called you and Kuroo after class together, stating that your science grade is extremely bad and Kuroo’s grade in English is pretty much embarrassing to look at. But thankfully English is your best subject and Science is Kuroo’s.

So your annoying teacher put the two of you together, hoping that you can get each others grades up by studying together.

The two of you met up at the library the next afternoon after school, Kuroo being benched temporarily, until his grades improve.

The ravenette is a very attractive attentive teacher, explaining things to you so easily, that even a preschooler can understand it. He mixes humor and studying togther, mostly humor though.

Saying stupid chemistry jokes, making fun of other teachers and making you laugh uncontrollably by doing it.

Every time you would study together, Kuroo scooches closer to you each time with his chair.

He loves hearing your laugh, it’s the most beautiful thing he has heard in his 18 years of living.

After two months, Kuroo developed a big fat crush on you, not knowing you also started to feel the jiggles whenever you would see him at lunch in the cafeteria or in the hallway with his teammates from the volleyball club.

Kuroo started smiling a lot more and it doesn’t get unnoticed by his best friend.

The Nekoma team is on their way to the gym to go to practice when Kuroo spots you walking down the hall with one of your friends.

"Who’s that?" Kenma asks intrigued.

Kuroo keeps his hazelnut-colored eyes on you, as you walk down the hall with your friend and Kenma sees a gleam in his best friend’s eyes.

"Someone I will definitely want to get to know better and spend more time with."

The first time you met Iwaizumi Hajime, it was the day his kid got into trouble at school. His son, who is an exact replica of his father, stood up for a girl who got bullied by another boy. The little Iwaizumi boy warned the mean boy twice before he struck him down with a fist.

You as their home room teacher obviously had to call the parents, even if Isamu, the son of Hajime only did it to stand up for someone.

All the children have been picked up by their parents and you are just waiting in front of the school for Isamu’s father, who has a busy job but still has to talk to you about his son’s behavior.

When you met Isamu’s father, you weren’t prepared for a 6'1 man made out of pure muscle to show up in front of the school. His track suit had the volleyball logo and the Japanese flag on his front chest pocket and you have to pinch yourself to snap out of your drooling.

When Iwaizumi and you talked about Isamu’s behavior, the strict father scolded his son immediately but was also confused why he was violent towards a classmate because Isamu never strikes.

You assured him that Isamu stood up for a girl and that he won’t be punished for what he did and Iwaizumi feels his stomach doing small somersaults when he listens to your voice.

Thanking you for not punishing his son, Iwaizumi promises you that this won’t happen again.

With a blush and a smile on yours and the Athletic Trainer’s face, you part ways and the dark-brown haired man can’t help but be curious why his son was violent.

"Isamu, why did you punch that boy? I know I didn’t teach you to hit other kids even if they are mean." Hajime frowns at his 7 year-old.

"Uncle Tōru told me to ‘kick ass’ if someone is mean to someone else. He said I shouldn’t tell you or you will fly to Argentine and kick his." Isamu said nonchalantly while munching on his dumpling, walking beside his father to the car.

Iwaizumi can already feel his rage building up, thinking all sorts of ways how he can strangle Oikawa to teach his son this way to handle bullies.

When the Athletic Trainer remembers your kind face from just now, he can’t fight the smile that begins to grow on his face.

Maybe he will start picking his son up more often now, instead of sending Hanamaki or Matsukawa when he is too busy with work.

Funny enough, you met Daichi Sawamura when he was about to write you a speeding ticket.

You just got dumped by your ex via text message and to say you were furious about this cowardly way to break up with someone, is an understatement. (I got dumped once via text as a teen and I swear I wanted to set the world on fire)

So you were maybe driving a little bit over the speed limit, big deal.

What you didn’t expect though, is to have the hottest cop in town pulling you over for speeding.

You were so red in the face from anger, embarrassment and nervousness that Daichi honestly thought you were on drugs or something because you kept stammering when you talked.

You vented about the person that left you and Daichi listened intensely, hearing you out.

Luckily for you, he has a weakness for a beautiful messes like yourself.

He let you off with a warning, giving you a piece of paper anyway.

You’re about to crumble it up when you saw what he wrote down.

'Next time you’re thinking of speeding, don’t. Be safe and call me if you want to talk :) xxx-xxxx-xxxx'

Manga Editor Keiji Akaashi, the beautiful ravenette with the gorgeous blue eyes.

The two of you met at a coffee shop, while Akaashi needed to work some more on his deadline at work, he needed a good strong coffee to be able to stay awake.

Luckily, there’s a nearby store with the name ‘Night’s watch', a coffee shop who is only open at night.

Akaashi hasn’t tried that shop yet but according to some of the ravenette’s coworkers, it’s Game of Thrones themed.

When Akaashi enters the shop, he has to say he’s impressed with the interior design.

The room is decorated like an old tavern from the Middle Ages, some seats have sheep’s fur on them, the black stone walls decorated with swords from the show, some coats of arms of the House Targaryen, House Stark and House Baratheon.

It’s a cozy atmosphere and the drinks are not that expensive.

You were working as the barista that day and you were wearing the Hand of the King pin, meaning you are in charge of the shop if the owner is not in.

You are also kind forced to speak in Old English to costumers but thankfully you’re a literature student so it’s a piece of cake for you.

Akaashi thought you were incredibly charming and while you made his order ready, the two of you got to talk a little bit.

Funnily enough, you went to the same school but never crossed each other’s path.

Seems like Akaashi will drop by more, because it gave him some new ideas for manga tropes.