A/N: This Is A New Story That Will Actually Have More Than One Chapter. Its Dedicated To My Best Friend,

A/N: This is a new story that will actually have more than one chapter. It’s dedicated to my best friend, who is a total Daichi lover. @rukia-uchiha-98

Warning!

This story will include murder, eventual smut, cursing and torture. This is a mafia ya’ll, it ain’t always rainbows and smiles in there.

Feedback appreciated! Enjoy reading!

Chapter 1 "Danger Zone"

It’s a quiet night as you unlock the door to your apartment in Tome and you set your weapons and heavy duffel bag next to your couch, before falling on top of it with a heavy sigh.

Not even three minutes later, you feel the vibration of your phone in your right pocket.

Groaning in soreness, you pull it out and the brightness of it makes you close your eyes quickly.

Now adjusting the brightness on your phone, you see a text message from Manjiro, your boss and rent payer.

>Got your next target. Natori. Will send you name and precise location. Needs to be done tonight.<

>I just got home and Natori is like an hour drive and it’s like 2 am. I need some sleep.<

>Do it or I will have Matsukawa knocking down your door with just one phone call. Do your job or you will regret it.<

>Fine.<

With a loud frustrating groan, you get up from your comfortable leather couch, while you’re spitting curses under your breath, you snatch up your weapon bag and slam your door on your way out.

~ At the Miyagi Prefectural Police Headquarters ~

The young police officer is currently writing down a report of a call he had earlier about an elderly woman complaining about her neighbors having a party after 9 pm. Rubbing his tired eyes, he takes another sip of his now lukewarm coffee.

His partner for the night, Kaito, a man in his mid-thirties, smiles in pity at the young officer, really glad that Daichi is doing the paperwork tonight instead of him.

Finishing the report with a final signature with his own and Kaito’s, he stacks the paper neatly and puts it in the ‘FINISHED’ folder.

Drinking the last bits of his coffee, their number is called over their radio to check out a murder scene that has occurred in Natori.

“Well, let’s get to it, Sawamura.” Kaito sighs and grabs his police hat and his gun, just like Daichi and they head to their police car.

Getting inside, they turn the lights and head to the destination in their navigation system.

“This is now the fifth murder case in two weeks, doesn’t that seem strange to you?” Daichi asks while sitting in the passenger seat.

“Yeah, the most strange thing is that uh”- Kaito pauses to scratch his beard- “it was just straight up murder, one clean shot through the head every time. No signs of a break in or stolen goods.”

Daichi thinks for a few moments, before asking more questions.

“Any relations to the victims? Only men or women?”

“Nah, always a different one. But I have a theory.”

Perking up at his words, Daichi looks intrigued at his partner.

Kaito continues.

“I have a feeling this has to be dirty crime related, as in the yakuza.”

Widening his eyes at that, Daichi stares out of the window, bypassing dark houses and the street lamps that are barely lighting up the street.

“What makes you say that?”

Kaito takes a right turn, before answering his partner again.

“Well… a couple of months ago, there was a murder at least once a day, the victims had a lot of burning marks all over them, like from a taser. Seems like they have been tortured a lot before being shot straight in the heart.

The killer eventually turned out to be the official hitman of the yakuza, a man called Shigeru Yahaba. He was shot by one of our men while trying to escape.

After his death, there weren’t any incidents until two weeks ago when you started working here. The murders always ended in the same way. One clean shot through the head. Maybe the yakuza have a new hitman.” The short haired blonde explains.

After listening to this story, they arrive at the scene.

As they get out of the car, all that Daichi is asking himself now is, who is responsible for these certain types of deaths?

In honor of Iwa-chan‘s birthday today, a small os for my bestie @rukia-uchiha-98 ❤️

Warnings: mentions of blood

You’re already in a bad mood when your friend drags you to a volleyball game that your school is having.

Aoba Johsai against Karasuno.

Now, if it were an actual match, you‘d understand her hype a lot more but the thing is, she really wants to watch that smug bastard Oikawa play.

Neither you or your friend knows anything about volleyball though, it’s just an excuse to watch pretty sweaty high school boys play ball and run around.

Pulling you by your uniform to some free places along the side of the gym hall, you and your friend sit down.

As soon as your friend spots the Captain of Aoba Johsai, she squeals in excitement and shakes you a little bit by the shoulders.

Letting her do what she wants, you just sit there with an annoyed expression and wait for her to calm down.

In the beginning, you watch the ball going to your team‘s field and the opponent‘s field but after a while, you get bored, so you fish your phone out of your hand.

Swiping through your homescreen, you open your Pinterest app to look at some more Satoru Gojo fanart to distract yourself.

All of sudden, your friend next to you screams out your name and she ducks to the side.

Before you can even react, an extremely heavy force lands on your face, making you see a white light for the moment.

Only a few seconds later, a vastly pain spreads through your face.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God (Y/N) are you okay?!“ A shrieking voice rings in your ear.

You barely acknowledge your friend‘s voice, as you hold on to your nose with your hands, when you felt a warm wetness against your hands.

Slowly pulling your hands back, you see blood covering your hands.

Due to your huge shock, your feel a lot of tissue papers being shoved into your face, covering half of it.

„Owwww….“ you mumble out.

„(Y/N)! SPEAK TO ME! WHAT YEAR IS IT?!“

„2012 and stop screaming in my ear, I am right next to you. Oh gosh this hurts so bad.“

„Oh sorry… let’s go to the nurse‘s office, maybe she can give you some ice.“

With both of you heading out to the gym to the school nurse‘s office, you hear a voice shouting behind you.

„HEY WAIT!“

Both turning around, you see a muscular guy in his Aoba Johsai uniform running towards you with the number „4“ on the front of his shirt.

His dark brown hair is slightly spiked up, it reminds you a little bit of a cute hedgehog.

The sweat is slightly running down on his face, his cheeks red from probably running after you.

His face shows deep concern and big regret and you can guess from his guilty face that he was the one that slammed the volleyball into your face.

Your friend is just as much as in shock like you, surprised that the Wing Spiker followed the two of you.

„Are you… are you okay?“ He pants when he stands in front of you.

„I uh… I am okay… just in pain…“ You retort.

„(Y/N) I will leave you be, since Iwaizumi is here, text me later what the nurse says.“ Your friend farewells you with a smirk on her face.

As you and the volleyball player stare after your friend, you mentally curse her for her devious smirk.

When the brunette turns around to look back at you, he frantically starts apologizing.

„I am really sorry, I-I uh…-“ You gently interrupt him.

„It’s not your fault that the ball flew in my direction, unless of course you did that on purpose, then I will slam a ball into your face.“ You threaten with a dangerous tone in your voice.

He looks even more horrified at the thought of him doing it on purpose.

„No! I swear! I tried receiving the ball from the opponent and it bounced off and flew with an incredible amount of speed into your direction.“ He mutters with a redness on his cheeks.

You hum at his explanation.

„We‘ll just blame physics then.“ You try to smile beneath the bloodied tissues, getting into the nurse‘s office.

The handsome looking stranger mirrors your smile, follows you into the room after making sure you’re okay with it because he still feels bad for your probably broken nose.

After the nurse has checked out your nose, she confirms that it is indeed broken and tells you to go to the hospital to have it checked out. She did give you some pain medication and a cold compress to hold against your nose. Luckily your nose stopped bleeding.

Both of you exiting the office, you notice you don’t even know his name, so you ask for it.

„Call me Hajime.“

„What a beautiful name. I‘ll see you around Hajime. Thank you for accompanying me.“

„Goodbye (Y/N), I‘ll see you around.“ Iwaizumi blushes a bit around his cheeks, the tips of his ears gushing red as well.

You part your ways, with you heading home and Iwaizumi back to the gym.

With a small smile, Iwaizumi walks back to the gym, a tumbling feeling settling in his stomach, like his heart is making more jumps than usual.

When he reaches the locker room, he sees his teammates almost done with changing into their school uniforms.

Hanamaki notices Iwaizumi first when he walks in.

„So? Got her number?“ The Outside Hitter asks intrigued.

Iwaizumi frowns at that.

„What?“

„We saw you running after that girl like a headless chicken, don’t try to deny it, we followed you until you both went inside the nurse‘s office.“ Matsukawa explains.

„You guys have nothing better to do than spy on my personal life?“

„Nope.“ They all say in sync.

„Iwa-chan, can I be the best man at your wedding and tell your future wife that you still collect Godzilla merch like a 10 year old geek?“

Iwaizumi throws a bottle from the bench at Oikawa, who barely dodges it.

The rest of the team laughs at their banter, happy that Iwaizumi may have found someone special in his life.

@nerd-of-karasuno @wake-uptoreality @darthferbert

The Replier:

-Osamu Miya, KENMA KOZUME, Kei Tsukishima, Tetsurō Kuroo, KENJIRO SHIRABU, HAJIME IWAIZUMI, Kenji Futakuchi, AKIRA KUNIMI, Rintarō Suna, Kiyoomi Sakusa, ISSEI MATSUKAWA

@rukia-uchiha-98 @lyditheoverthinker @wake-uptoreality @writtenbynightlock @nerd-of-karasuno

Fukurōdani Academy

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Can’t Fight Biology” +18 MDNI!

Kōtarō Bokuto x Reader "Secret relationship"

“Make Me Lose Control” (doctor!Kiyoomi Sakusa x nurse!Atsumu Miya) +18 MDNI

A/N: Based on a fanart, I decided to write something for it❤️

Warnings: Cursing, making out, Tsumu in scrubs

Atsumu Miya arrives right on time at 6 AM to his day shift on Monday morning at the Osaka hospital.

With his coffee in one hand and his bag on his other shoulder, he arrives at the CPU, tired as hell.

When he walks into the break room, his two coworkers Tomas and Inunaki from the night shift, are sitting at the table. The latter with his head resting on his arms, appears to be sleeping.

The black-haired giant smiles at Atsumu as he rounds the table to put his food from the bag into the fridge.

“Hey Miya, how was your vacation?” Tomas asks friendly.

“Short. Way too short.” The blonde yawns as he sits down across from his coworkers.

Inunaki is snoring slightly but neither of the men dare wake him up. Inunaki is a sunshine on day shifts but he is a nightmare to work with on night shifts, his mood worse than a pregnant woman with mood swings. The poor nursing student Hinata, once made the mistake of waking Inunaki up to ask a question and just two minutes later, Hinata was crying to Atsumu about him.

Shuddering at the memory, Atsumu sips his coffee in silence, not really waking up from the caffeine in it.

Crossing his leg sideways over his knee, the tired blonde is scanning over the newly printed papers from the station, which shows that they have 5 patients in total.

Still drinking his coffee, he notices the sleeping beauty beginning to wake up.

Groaning and rubbing his face, Inunaki stretches through his wrinkly Mickey Mouse printed scrubs.

Hearing a few joints pop, he sighs out in satisfaction.

Finally opening his eyes, he notices Atsumu sitting across from him.

“Hey Miya, long time no see. How was your vacation?” Inunaki asks in a groggy voice.

Drinking some water from his bottle Atsumu brought with him as well, he answers the same way like he did with Tomas.

“Ah well, we can be lucky to get any vacation at all.” Tomas nods in affirmation.

“Before I forget, Hinata called and said he overslept, he should be here shortly though.” Tomas says.

Speak of the devil, the orange-haired nursing student has arrived.

Panting he apologizes frantically, saying his boyfriend had a Volleyball game the prior night and they celebrated their win.

Waving him off, Atsumu states it’s alright because a certain white-black-haired nurse hasn’t shown up yet.

The clock strikes 6:15 am and still no sign of the hyperactive guy.

“Can we just please do reports? I want to go home!” Inunaki grumbles.

They all agree and grab their pens to start reports.

Tomas grabs his paper and begins to read out.

“In room 506, a 58 year old male, came in two days ago with acute chest pain and syncope, got an angiogram, where they found a thrombosis that burst and clogged everything up. He got surgery and is doing fine now. In room 510, 19 year old female, got a pacemaker, diabetic. She threw up twice last night and Inunaki gave her some Metoclopramide and fluids, she’s doing okay now. Gave her some tea as well to calm down her stomach. Uhhh in room 511, we have a 40 year old guy, dude has had a burst aneurysm, had surgery and is currently in the ICU, they want to transfer him here after he stabilizes.”

“Yeah sure why not. Give me more problems.” Atsumu mumbles under his breath.

“Atsumu, can I take care of him if he comes over today?” Hinata asks with excitement.

“Sure, knock yerself out kiddo.”

As Inunaki is about to start with his patients, Bokuto struts in, not a care in the world for being 20 minutes late.

Whistling a happy tune, he sits down and takes a small sip of his Starbucks coffee.

Noticing the glances from his coworkers, he looks confused at their irritated faces.

“What?“ He asks cluelessly.

“You’re 20 minutes late Bo. We already started reports.“ Tomas scolds him.

Rubbing his hand behind his neck, Bokuto grins nervously.

“Sorry about that hehe. I saw Akaashi at the entrance. He just came out of his night shift from the lab.“

“Did you ask him out yet?“ Inunaki leans forward to watch Bokuto.

Pouting, his hair begins to deflate a little bit.

“No, I always chicken out when he stares at me with his gorgeous smile and his mesmerizing blue eyes. Makes me forget everything at that moment.“ Bokuto sighs dreamily.

“Yeah I know what you mean, every time I look into Oliver’s eyes, I could get lost into them. Aw man, now that I think about it, I haven’t had a good fuck in forever, he’s always in surgery and way too tired when he comes home.” Inunaki whines.

“Speaking of a good fuck, you guys never guess who got Syphilis from sleeping with the chief of neurosurgery! I heard that Hoshiumi from the Stroke Unit is the victim. Serves him right though.” Tomas gossips .

“I haven’t been intimate with Kageyama for a while now, is that bad? Does that mean he wants to break up?” Hinata worriedly asks into the round.

“Okay, can we focus back on the reports please? I don’t need ta know about y’all’s relationship problems.” Atsumu complains.

“Alright. Moving on then.” Inunaki accepts his request.

“So in room 505, a 89 year old guy, annoying as fuck as always, his wife is even worse. Weighs 300 pounds and had a heart attack. Doesn’t surprise me to be honest. Got an implantable cardioverter-defibrillator 4 days ago and rings the call light like every 6 minutes. Did I mention that he is incontinent?” The light-haired nurse smiles in pain.

“Bokuto you can have him. I’m not in the mood for this shit today.” Atsumu says without looking at Bokuto.

“Got it Tsum-Tsum.” Bokuto salutes in his cartoon owl scrubs.

“Why did they give him an implant anyway? He’s probably staying alive for like a year max and then dies anyway.” Atsumu scratches his head in frustration.

“Because everyone deserves a chance to live Miya, regardless of their personality, age, sex or culture.” The station doctor Meian Shūgo arrives.

Making himself a coffee at the espresso machine, he turns to the nurses, as he crosses his arms over his chest.

“We’re getting a new resident today. He transferred here after he graduated from Itachiyama. Please welcome him warmly when he arrives. We haven’t had a graduate from a private university in forever. And he was the top medical student in his class.” Meian orders.

“Great. A snobby bastard is just what we need.” Atsumu has a sick-sweet smile on his face.

“Maybe he won’t be so bad Tsum-Tsum.” The black and white haired man encourages.

“Well tough luck Miya, he’s going to work here, whether you like it or not.” Meian blandly states while walking out with his freshly brewed coffee to his office.

“Uhhh anyway, patient in room 509 died last night from cardiac arrest, so yeah that’s it. Bye.” Inunaki crumbles his report papers into the data trash and rushes to grab his bag to leave.

“See ya losers tonight. Have a great shift.” Inunaki calls over his shoulder, as he heads out.

“Bye Inunaki!” Hinata chirps after him.

Tomas walks over to Atsumu and Bokuto and pats them encouragely on the shoulder, taking his leave as well.

Atsumu places his face into his hands and groans in frustration.

At 7:30 after Bokuto and Atsumu finish their rounds, the blonde writes his reports on the patient chart. Writing down the vitals and the skin condition from patient in room 506, he feels strange all of sudden. Like a dark cloud that is nearing towards him.

As Atsumu turns around, his fears are confirmed as he sees a young 6’3” man with pitch black curly hair and a medical mask partially covering his scowling face. His coat fits his figure perfectly.

Upon further glance, Atsumu notices that the stranger’s sparkling white coat and black scrubs are completely free of wrinkles, hair perfectly done, like he comes fresh out of a model magazine.

His stature is proud and Atsumu can already tell, he is a very arrogant guy.

Just what Atsumu needs on the station.

He turns back to the papers and the stranger is stopping right next to him, staring at Atsumu without a word.

“What?” Atsumu asks him with an arched eyebrow.

“I need the charts for room 510 and 506.” The hot doctor demands.

“And yer are …?”

“The new medical resident. Dr. Kiyoomi Sakusa.” He introduces himself.

“Well I ain’t done charting yet, so ya hafta wait ‘til I am finished.” Atsumu continues to write.

Sakusa peaks over Atsumu’s shoulder.

“I can’t read your handwriting. It’s chaotic and messy.” Sakusa bluntly states.

“Tough shit buddy, not my problem.” Atsumu replies back without looking at him.

Just by that comment, Sakusa feels a vein bursting from that comment.

“Why aren’t you wearing a mask on the floor? Do you know how many viruses, bacteria and whatnot are in the air?”

“Is the word nagger yer middle name? Sheesh. I can’t breathe right if I wear a mask the whole 12 damn hours. Also, cannot hide this beautiful face from the world.”

Sakusa doesn’t say anything, just stares angrily at the blonde.

Hinata comes out of room 509, noticing the new worker giving Atsumu glares that could have him burst into flames.

Deciding to save his ass from a possible intervention, he moves to room 505, where Bokuto currently is.

“Bokuto! I think the new resident is here! Looks like him and Atsumu don’t get along.”

The buff golden-eyed man finishes putting a new plaster on the surgery wound on the patient’s chest, before taking off his gloves and throwing them into the nearby trash.

Disinfecting his hands, he grabs the new IV bottle and hooks it up to the patient.

“What do you mean? Are they already fighting? Is it as bad as when Dr. Oikawa was here for his residency?” Bokuto asks intrigued.

Hinata thinks for a few moments and follows Bokuto out of the room.

Stopping right in front of the patient’s door, Bokuto and Hinata can see Atsumu and the stranger giving each other deadly glares while talking to each other.

Before the fight can escalate into something physical, Bokuto steps in.

“Hey hey hey! Are you the new resident that Meian told us about?” The over friendly man asks.

The dark-haired doctor glances at Bokuto with a scowl so deep, it sends shivers down his spine.

“Yes. And your awful excuse of a station boss is being very unprofessional.” He growls while looking back at Atsumu.

Atsumu glares right back at him, puffing his chest up a bit.

“It ain’t my fault this fucking idiot doesn’t speak manners. I told him that I wasn’t done writin’ the charts and he keeps demandin’ them like the spoiled brat he is.”

“Do you want me to report you Miya? Give me the damn charts.” Sakusa warns him.

“No.” He stubbornly replies.

Bokuto observes the banter with curious eyes, Hinata watching the scene while hiding behind his coworker’s broad back.

“Haha okay, I think we should all calm down. It’s Monday and it’s…”- Bokuto squints his eyes at Sakusa’s ID - “Sakusa’s first day here. Tsum just give him the charts, I am sure he’ll bring them right back.”

It’s an uncomfortable silence for a while.

Suddenly, the door to Meian’s office opens.

“Sakusa, I really need the charts now. What’s taking so lo-“ Meian interrupts his sentence as he watches his new resident and the nurse have a glare battle of death.

“What’s going on?” The chief asks with a deep sigh.

“He’s being a scrub-“

“He’s being a difficult -“

Both start, making Meian’s annoyance level rise rapidly.

“You’re BOTH being difficult. Atsumu just give him one chart at least, so he can learn about the patient’s diseases and medications. Just switch out after you are done. You’re both full grown adults, I expect high-skilled professionalism on my floors. Are we clear?” Meian scolds in a dark tone.

Atsumu looks away in shame, mumbles a quiet ‘yes sir’.

The other medical professional just nods, also keeping his head down.

Grabbing the file from room 510, Atsumu holds it out for Sakusa to grab, only to quickly snatch it back, as soon as Sakusa tries to grab it.

The cardiologist is about to lose his shit and is just mere seconds away from strangling the smirking good-looking nurse in his dark blue scrubs.

“Miya.” Meian warns in a threatening tone.

“Sorry. Couldn’t help myself.” Atsumu cackles.

Sakusa forcefully grabs the papers from Atsumu and walks into his own office that he‘s been assigned.

Without saying anything, the angry ravenette goes inside and closes the door for some peace and quiet.

Atsumu still can’t wipe off his smirk, kind of feeling proud for making the new resident so angry.

Meian returns to his office as well after having a quick chat with Bokuto about the patient that is currently in the ICU.

‘Well Sakusa Kiyoomi, you‘ll learn soon enough that things won’t go your way like they did in medical school‘ , Atsumu hums in his head, before preparing the patient that has passed away for inquest.

3 Months later ~

Not much has changed at the CPU in the Osaka hospital.

Well to be honest, Sakusa and Miya are on a warpath.

Whenever those two would cross each other on their path, it always ends up in a mix between spitting curses and insults at each other.

Atsumu is currently on his break while Inunaki is on watch out for call lights or questions from doctors or family members from patients.

Eating the bento box of fried egg and fried rice with steamed vegetables that his twin brother and roommate Osamu has prepared for him the other day, he scrolls through TikTok to watch some stupid shit that pops up on his feed.

Sakusa enters the break room, not saying a word to Atsumu.

Grabbing his own food out of the fridge, Sakusa puts his broccoli-beef dish into the microwave, after inspecting it for stains and remaining leftovers.

“You know, eating so many carbs is not good. And… are you washing that down with an over-sweetened beverage from an overpriced food chain?“

“I don‘ fink I ashked for yer opinion Omi.“

Sakusa twists his face in disgust, as he listens to Atsumu talk with food in his mouth.

“Your manners are atrocious, Miya. I feel sorry for your partner.“

Atsumu swallows, collecting the rest of the vegetables onto his chopsticks.

“Good thing I don’t have one then.“ The blonde replies without looking at his coworker.

To be honest, it was unexpected for Sakusa to hear that Atsumu doesn’t have a partner.

The blonde is fit, he is jaw-dropping gorgeous, his smile could cure cancer but then again, his shitty personality ruins the looks.

The distracting noise of the microwave beeping snaps Sakusa out of his shock, taking the hot bowl out of it. Starting to walk out of the break room, Atsumu asks him a question that makes him stop.

“What about you?” Atsumu asks while he stares at Sakusa with a spark of interest in his eyes.

Sakusa has his back turned to Atsumu but answers nonetheless.

“What about me?”

“Do ya have a partner?” He clarifies.

Sakusa waits a few seconds, wondering if this kind of information is okay to share with someone he doesn’t particularly like.

“No. I don’t.” Sakusa leaves after that.

Atsumu has a small smile on his face after receiving the information, packing away his bento box to get back to work.

A few months later during the night shift, Atsumu is watching a Volleyball game with Inunaki. Well more like Atsumu watching it, while Inunaki is snoring in the comfy chair in the corner of the room, while a thick warm blanket covers his body up to his face.

Rubbing his tired hazel eyes, Atsumu sips another gulp of his energy drink, trying to stay awake.

All of sudden, the annoying beeping noise of a call light startles the blonde nurse.

Inunaki jolts up at the noise but Atsumu tells him he‘ll take care of it.

Mumbling a incoherent sentence, Inunaki falls back into the chair with a huff and moves onto his side and pulls the blanket closer to his body.

Lowering the volume of the game, Atsumu stands up to see who hit the call light.

It’s room 510, an elderly man who has an infection in his pacemaker is currently hospitalized in that room.

As Atsumu enters the room, he warns the patient of turning on the light before turning off the call light.

Before the blonde nurse can even ask, he immediately sees that the bedside next to the patient‘s arm is wet, which indicates that the IV is not good anymore.

With a tired sigh, Atsumu stops the fluid from dripping any further and takes out the IV.

After changing the bedsheets and hospital gown, Atsumu disinfects his hands and makes his way to the doctor on duty tonight, which is Dr.Pain-In-My-Ass-Kiyoomi Sakusa.

Without knocking on the door, Atsumu enters Sakusa’s office.

The curly-haired ravenette is currently typing away with a concentrated look on his MacBook, not even looking up at Atsumu.

“Can you maybe bother knocking next time before you disgrace me with your presence Miya?”

Scowling at what Sakusa said, Atsumu crosses his arms and tells the cardiologist what he came for originally.

“Patient in room 510 needs a new IV.”

“Fine. I’ll get to it later when I have time.”

“Can ya maybe do it now? So the guy can get his antibiotics before he dies? And so I don’t have ta wake up the poor guy again at-“ Atsumu glances at his Apple Watch- “fucking 2 AM.”

“I said I will get to it when I get to it Miya. Get out.” Sakusa hisses behind his screen.

Scoffing at his answer, Atsumu turns around to walk out and mumbles “prick” under his breath and that was the final straw for Sakusa.

“Miya you have something to say to me?” Sakusa asks in an aggressive undertone, closing his MacBook.

Stopping in his tracks, Atsumu keeps his back facing towards Sakusa.

“Ya know what? Yeah I do have somethin‘ ta say.“ Turning on his heel, he whips around to face the pissed-off resident.

“Yer actin’ all mighty-highly like ya found a cure for cancer. I bet they kissed yer ass in med school because they think they found the eighth wonder of the world. Well I got newsflash for ya buddy! Just because ya came from an expensive as shit private medical school, doesn’t make ya better than any of us! And also, just ‘cus Meian thinks yer a special snowflake, don’t mean I think you are! Yer a rude, entitled little sea urchin!” Atsumu vents as he glances down at Sakusa.

Sakusa still has his death glare resting on his face, slowly getting up from his desk chair, around his table.

Atsumu can now see Sakusa’s dark bags under his eyes much clearer, his black curls messy and unkempt, with dark red wrinkly scrubs hanging loosely on him.

The nurse doesn’t like that his opponent is a few inches taller than him but as he stares into his dark eyes, he feels like he is being pulled into the eternal darkness of them.

"Get. Out. Of. My. Office.” Sakusa speaks slowly in a very dangerous tone as he takes a step closer to the nurse with each word. Normally Atsumu would punch a guy like Sakusa but for some strange reason, it ingnites a fierce fire inside of Atsumu’s heart. The blonde hasn’t felt like this in a very long time and it seems like Sakusa feels that wildfire spread to him because the next thing Atsumu feels, are fierce yet soft lips on his own.

The action makes Atsumu’s breath hitch in his mouth but it’s like his body is not listening to him and he automatically kisses the ravenette back with as much force.

The physician grabs a hand full of soft sandy-blond hair and pulls on it harshly. The action makes Atsumu want to moan loudly but it’s muffled by slightly chapped lips against his own.

Sakusa uses the chance to sneak his mouth into the blonde’s mouth and tastes strawberry flavor of the energy drink and skittles that Atsumu has previously consumed.

Sighing in bliss, their tongues fight for dominance, with the cardiologist easily winning it.

But all of sudden, as if Sakusa put his hands into a fire, he retracts so quickly from Atsumu in just a blink and stumbles back into his desk.

Both of them breathing heavily, the blonde is in daze whereas the ravenette looks as pale as a sheet of paper.

"Kiyoomi? Ya okay?” Atsumu takes careful steps towards him only to be stopped by Sakusa.

"S-Stop. Don’t come near me. T-This was a mistake. Please get out. I’ll put an IV in the patient, just please get out.” He manages to stutter out in like an almost panicking manner.

The words feel like a punch to the gut to the cardio nurse but he follows the request and leaves without another word or glance at him.

Walking back into the break room, Atsumu slowly sits down, still trying to process what just happened.

Inunaki wakes up at the sound of his coworker sitting down.

Seeing his flustered face while still having a shocked expression, the light-haired nurse worries for Atsumu.

“Tsumu? You okay?”

Barely registering his words, Atsumu nods without saying anything first, like he is in trance.

“Yeah, uh… yeah, I am fine.” The blonde assures him.

Shrugging it off, Inunaki immediately falls back asleep, while Atsumu is still trying to process in his brain what the fuck just happened.

Slowly raising his fingers to his lips, he can still feel Sakusa’s warm and soft lips against his own, as if they left a trace on him.

Atsumu can’t help but smile slightly at the fact that the grumpy and stiff Dr. Kiyoomi Sakusa kissed him back.

\(^-^)/ stay tuned for part 2 ❤️

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„So Much For My Happy Ending“ (Kiyoomi Sakusa x Reader)

A/N: I listened to Avril Lavigne‘s song „My Happy Ending“ and it tore me apart and this OS was born.😅 I changed the story so it’s not based on a break up and bad experiences in terms of toxic relationships but on something else.

Genre: ANGST! Hurt without comfort! This is my first angst story and please don’t read it if death or this story starts to trigger you! PLEASE! MDNI!

Trigger Warnings: death, grief of a loved one

Kiyoomi Sakusa just finished another typical day of intense volleyball training for the upcoming season and heads first into the showers before anyone else.

He is always keeping an eye on the clock to come out of training as soon as he can and that behavior brought attention to his teammates.

The ravenette has been a lot more quiet recently and isolating himself from his teammates more and more since about three months now. Declining all offers on going out, not staying late for more practice and never waiting on anyone after practice usually finishes at 5 p.m.

The whole team was concerned for their introverted Outside Hitter, since he also lost weight and the dark circles under his eyes make him look empty and tired. Like a lifeless vessel that’s barely holding himself up but by the mere strings of a puppeteer.

Right now, Kiyoomi finishes getting dressed, when he saw his Captain approaching him with slow steps out of the corner of his eye.

Meian decided it would be best if he tried to approach his younger teammate with carefully chosen words. He starts lean against some of the lockers before talking to Kiyoomi.

"Hey, uh… Sakusa. You up for a game night at my place? The rest of the team is coming too. I just thought we haven’t done something together as a team in a while and maybe you will have fun.” Meian tries.

But Kiyoomi immediately turns the offer down.

"No thank you. I see and deal enough with craziness over day, I don’t need it at night too.”

Meian frowns at that, trying to convince him other wise.

"Come on, I am sure you don’t have any better things to do-“

"I said no.” Kiyoomi begins to stand up slowly and glares in anger at his Captain beneath his medical mask.

The Middle Blocker is not fazed by his sudden anger but takes a few steps back while holding his hands up in a calming matter.

"Okay okay, sorry man.”

Just as Kiyoomi wants to leave, the blonde Setter, Miya Atsumu accidentally bumps into him.

“Whoops. Sorry Omi, my bad.”

The touch of Atsumu’s arm against his own sends Kiyoomi in a rage, quickly grabbing Atsumu’s shirt before slamming him into the lockers.

The sudden loud noise startles the entire team, completely caught off guard by Kiyoomi’s very unusual behavior. They know that Sakusa is not fond of his teammates or anyone touching him but this reaction was not what they expected, it was extreme.

Atsumu grunts in pain before he starts yelling at him.

"Oi! What the hell’s ya problem-“

"Don’t you dare touch me again with your filthy germs. You stay five feet away from me at all times, don’t talk to me, don’t touch me! I don’t need to carry your diseases to other people.” The curly-haired ravenette glares daggers into Atsumu’s face.

The Setter returns the anger before pushing his teammate off of him.

"Ya know what? Yer have been a real pain in the ass lately, I get that cha don’ like it when people touch ya but ya need to calm yer ass down! Ya been actin’ worse than me in mah teenage years!” Atsumu growls at him.

"Hey hey you two, calm down-“ Bokuto stands between the Setter and the Outside Hitter, before someone seriously gets hurt.

Without saying anything, the ravenette hastily grabs his stuff and leaves the locker room in a rush.

"I wonder what’s going on, he’s like his complete opposite and he never loses his cool like that.“ Their Libero proclaims.

The rest of the team agrees with the light-haired teammate.

Flipping to the next page in the book you’re currently reading, your tired eyes turn to the clock on the wall. It’s already 5:36 p.m. and your lover still hasn’t turned up. You hope he is okay, usually he is always on time at 5:15 p.m. to come and visit you after his training was over.

Closing and setting the book aside on your side table, you begin to sit up on the side of your bed.

You look up on the I.V. bag that currently has temozolomide dripping into your vein on your arm. Letting out a deep sigh, you begin to stand up but your body immediately tells you to stop as you lose your balance and fall down on the bedside again. Huffing out in annoyance now, you try to hold your grip on the infusion stand and holt yourself up.

As you were taking a few shaky steps, you hear your door open.

Looking up in curiosity, your eyes shine in excitement at your lover’s presence.

Kiyoomi is disinfecting his hands when his dark eyes found yours.

With a few quick steps, he is right beside you to offer help.

"My love, what are you thinking? Why didn’t you get one of the nurses?” He scolds you gently.

You shrug off his scolding and begin to explain.

"I needed to use the restroom and I don’t want to bother the nurses. They already have so much to do and I was afraid you weren’t going to show up, so I decided to do it myself.”

Your fiancé opens the bathroom door for you, making sure you get in safely and having the Infusion stand not scratching up the frame of the bathroom door.

"Please call me if you need anything.”

“Will do my love, thank you.”

Breathing out deeply, Sakusa walks back to your bed and sinks back into the chair right next to the bed. Rubbing his face with his rough hands, he wishes he could have come sooner to see you.

A few minutes later, he hears the sound of the toilet flushing and the running water of the sink.

Opening the door again, you see Kiyoomi with his hands on his face, looking extremely tired.

You frown at your lover‘s stance, walking with careful steps while still having the infusion stand in your hand.

Whispering his name gently, the ravenette looks up to you with red eyes, fresh tears staining his pale cheeks.

Running your fingers through his locks, you grab both of his cheeks, gently wiping away his tears.

As you give him a small smile, you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him towards you, while Kiyoomi hugs your fragile body.

Two months later, the Outside Hitter stands on the balcony of your shared apartment in the freezing night, staring ahead, as he remembers your last breath you took after saying ‚I love you‘ one last time.

Kiyoomi looks up into the cold star-filled sky, his breath visible to the naked eye.

He scoffs under his breath and feels his eyes getting watery.

"So much for my happy ending with you, huh (Y/N)?”

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