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atsumu x reader - “ready for our date?”

genre: fluff?

warnings: slightly suggestive at the end

word count: 871

notes: inspired by that one tiktok i found while browsing through facebook

a part of you knew you shouldn't be doing this but you can't help it. you're only human and humans are weak to spontaneous ideas.

"this is just an experiment. surely he wouldn't be too mad if it's for science," you mumbled to yourself, a mischievous smile starting to bloom as you applied the last bit of your make-up.

finally standing up from the corner of your room, you sent one last glance at the mirror. an excited giggle unintentionally left your lips as you held your phone up, ready to record the events that would occur just a few seconds from now.

time to put on your acting face, dove.

"babe?" you drawled out the last syllable as you called for atsumu.

"on the couch!"

you let out a silenced evil cackle before resuming your confident persona as you approached the living room. as expected, he was lounging around in nothing but his sweatpants, legs propped up in the arms of the couch while he laughs over some random meme someone sent him. you paused for a moment, wondering if he's going to turn to look at you but his eyes never left the screen of his phone.

and you're about to change that.

"babe?" you called out casually, your eyes glancing at the phone you tried to hold as inconspicuously as possible.

"what?"

you felt irked that he's not looking at you after all that effort you did to make yourself presentable but you ignored that in favor of approaching him to run a dainty, freshly polished, hand across his muscular arm, "i'm ready."

"ready for what?" atsumu finally looked up at you only to drop his phone in shock as he eyed your sultry smile and form.

"wow. ya look good, babe. really good." you almost doubled over in laughter as you watched atsumu's dazed eyes trailing up and down your body suggestively. even so, you couldn't stop the bright smile that lit your face as atsumu sent you his own cute, toothy, lovestruck smile.

"well, i take it that you like how i look-"

"love, babe. i love how sexy ya look." you rolled your eyes at the appearance of his soft, sappy persona. it's rare for him to not be a complete joke of an asshole as he pretty much made it his goal to piss you off every single waking moment. it almost made you consider doing this more often just to get a glance at this cute side of his.

"thank you but aren't we going to be late?"

atsumu blinked once, then twice before finally asking, "late? what d'ya mean?"

you faked a gasp, raising a brow at him which seemed to trigger his alarms as he immediately sat up straight, grabbing your hand and rubbing little circles on it with his thumb as if saying 'please don't kill me.' you stifled a laugh as you realized that atsumu's soft eyes were now blown wide in panic.

"don't tell me you forgot... you told me you're taking me out on a date!"

he didn't reply, too busy churning the cogs of his head. did he invite you for one? when? he does admit that he has a thing for spontaneity and that he doesn't have the best memory. ironic, yes but his brain is too full of volleyball-related things to process anything else. still, he can't get over how he forgot such a big thing especially after seeing all the effort you did to dress up and look pretty.

he scratched his head. this was bad. terribly bad.

"baby?" atsumu raised his head and immediately showed you a bright smile contrasting the nerves he was feeling inside.

"'course not! how can i forget anything related to my baby?" lies. you were tempted to remind him of that one time he left you at the mall because he forgot you came with him but the show must go on.

"stay here, 'kay? i'm just gonna change my clothes. be back in ten!"

before he could go out of the room, you called for him. giving him a hug which was just an excuse to lean on him because you were losing your shit so bad, you almost flipped over.

"babe?" for once, atsumu wondered if you have gone insane.

"don't worry, 'tis just a prank!"

atsumu took a second and a half to process it before letting out a sigh of relief. but at the same time, he let his gaze linger on your form that was now awkwardly slumped over the couch in a very odd attempt to calm down.

"since yer all dressed up anyway, we might as well go out."

now this got you back, "wait. what?"

"stay there."

"wait. atsumu..." you looked at him in shock as the beginning of his cocky smile began to form at your flustered state, "no shit?"

"no shit," he laughed and you couldn't help but gulp as he suddenly looked at you with his hooded eyes that did nothing to hide his darker intentions.

"i wasn't lying when i said ya looked great but i know ya’ll look better when we come back home with nothin' on."

needless to say, your tiktok went viral.

atsumu x reader - “another addition”

genre: fluff

warnings: none

word count:  1110

note: has a semi-prequel about osamu entitled “addition”

atsumu was ready to send his brother to hell. he had a whole set of 'crybaby' jokes he was ready to fire. in fact, his first line was supposed to be 'yo sister-in-law! how's the mother of two babies feelin'?' or something along the lines. but when atsumu entered his sister-in-law's hospital room, the sight that greeted him was his twin brother smiling widely as he stared star-eyed at the tiny baby in his arms that was carefully hidden away in a bundle of blankets. the sight was foreign and weird. it brought shivers in his spine. 'samu? going soft? dang. goddamn world must be ending. he'll never admit it however but the sight warmed his heart. all insults that he was supposed to fire was long forgotten in the back of his throat because his nephew was just a few meters away from him. can you imagine that? his nephew! he was an uncle now!

he watched his family interact. yes. this was his family now and just thinking about how there's another member in it made him so happy he can't even begin to think of words to describe it. the tightness in his chest returned when he heard his 'samu coo at the baby, the grin never leaving his face. he looked so bright and happy even if the dark bugs underneath his eyes reminded him of all the restless nights they spent together trying to quell his anxieties about being a father. atsumu would never say anything about it though because the rare times they let themselves be vulnerable around each other was simply theirs to share.

atsumu wasn't the one who became a father but looking at his twin who he shared his entire with this happy? with the joy he felt, he might as well be.

the nagging curiosity made him break his silence and he approached the two cautiously like a prey nearing unknown territory. osamu tensed and he almost laughed at how protective he was already but he bit back his tongue because this was a special moment and he'll be damned if he was the one to ruin it.

"oh. it's you..." it sounds unwelcoming but the fact that osamu didn't immediately throw him out the window meant something.

"yeah..." atsumu felt awkward for the first time in forever, "sorry i'm late."

"it's fine," atsumu smiled softly. the osamu he knew would've laughed at him by now but this wasn't that osamu anymore. he supposes he'll need some more time to adjust to this new guy after all, "knew ya were busy and all. thanks for dropping by."

"it ain't a big deal."

the silence was deafening to atsumu but it also strangely comforted him. osamu probably noticed his tenseness and huffed amusedly before standing up from his seat in the far corner of the room, "do ya want to hold them?"

atsumu is ashamed of the face he made but it wouldn't be an overstatement to say that his jaw literally dropped and his eyes popped out of their sockets as he stumbled over his words like a fish out of water, "no! i— uh... it's fine. i don't mean to intrude."

"stop being such a wuss. c'mere," the father-like tone that came from the demand almost made atsumu double over but he bit that back and reluctantly, very much so, approached the duo. carefully, osamu transferred the baby into his arms and adjusted atsumu's arms so that he was holding them properly. atsumu took a gulp before adjusting the blankets that covered the baby's face. he didn't know why but he expected a monster to greet him and osamu to laugh and tell him it was all a prank even when he knew that it's impossible. he, after all, watched over osamu's pregnant wife for quite a few times.

releasing a shaky breath, atsumu stared at a familiar eye shape and a familiar nose and a familiar lips. atsumu was staring at a miniature osamu! atsumu couldn't help but laugh as he realized just how similar the babe looked with osamu and by relation, him. it left him feeling something weird. his heartbeat raced as he mirrored the same grin osamu was wearing earlier. his eyes filled with fondness and wonder. god, he was such a sight.

"'tsumu?"

atsumu didn't spare osamu a glance, too focused on watching the baby that was blindly gripping the air for something "what?"

"yer crying," atsumu looked up in a flash, instantly recognizing the wetness in his cheeks and the knowing smile osamu had that was for once, not holding any malicious intent. the look of understanding comforted him by the slightest. with a huff, he looked back down, not even trying to wipe away the trails of his tears since they weren't about to stop any time soon.

"i'm so happy. i'm happy for you. i really am," osamu softened at his twin's words and hummed in acknowledgment.

"i know. i'm happy too."

. . .

"oh? you're home?" you asked as atsumu suddenly hugged you from behind. you didn't notice that he was back home, too busy cooking the stew on the stove. he came back early. well, it was pretty late actually but you thought he'll end up staying the night there so he is technically early.

"'tsumu?" you called out, "you okay? did something happen?"

upon receiving no response, you turned off the stove and maneuvered your body so you were looking at him. you held his face in between your hands, eyes worriedly searching for any hints of distress only to see none but a strange far-away look that seemed oddly passionate, "'tsumu?"

"..."

"hey, talk to me. i'm getting worried."

"..."

"atsumu?"

"let's have a baby."

you dropped your hands from his face, eyes blinking as you processed what he said. atsumu misinterpreted your actions and frantically tried to explain himself, "before ya think of breakin' up with me, i'm not forcing this to ya. i just thought that we're in a good place and we're ready to start somethin' new. i held 'samu's baby and i can't help but think about holding our baby. he'd have your eyes and nose and- anyway, he'll look so perfect because he's ours. imagine that y/n! our baby i can't even begin-"

"about that 'tsumu..." atsumu stopped his rant, anxious about your anxious expression. he was ready to kneel and apologize for his presumptuous words but you held his hands instead.

"aha... ahahahaha. well uh— this is not how i planned to tell you but uh—" you handed him a certain something that atsumu gaped at for god knows how long, "surprise i guess?"

plz this is amazing 😍😍👌

first impressions

these are meant to be the first ever twt dm’s that ur hq bf have ever sent u.. and bc i think unhinged bfs are funny, they are not normal lmao

cw: language, and just general insane behavior

quick disclaimer!! don’t try to pick ppl up like this, it will not work irl only hq boys can do this and be successful 😻

Making up after an argument

Fandom: Haikyuu

Pairing: Atsumu X Fem!reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Fluff

Format: One Shot

Warnings: None

Word Count: 0.9K

A/n: This was actually written months ago, but I totally forgot about it—

He doesn't understand this. He doesn't know why youre being so dramatic about something so silly. Its not like he did it intentionally, it was just an accident! He didn't put all the white clothes and other colored ones in the washing machine at the same time on purpose, he just wasn't paying attention to it!

And that was exactly what you were upset about.

He never payed attention to things he wasn't interested in. If the topic was not about volleyball, food or things like that, you would lose him the minute you start talking, and its annoying. Yes! You do understand that some things might not be attractive/interesting to him but still! He was your boyfriend! Couldn't he at least pretend that he was paying attention to you? Its not like you actually give a damn about his stupid volleyball career either! And that's exactly what you told him when you lost your temper and then realized you went too far,but he was gone before you could even apologize.

"Ya know what? Fuck ya and yer stupid clothes, y/n! "

He immediately left the apartment and didn't give you a chance to argue back, let alone say sorry; and that's why you ended up waiting for him being worried sick until 3AM, and then went to bed all alone, wondering if he has a place to crash at.

In the morning, you sigh in relief when you see him curled up on the couch. Sure, you would prefer to wake up next to him on the bed when his breathings gives you goosebumps, but at least he was home. You slowly walk toward him and gently shake him, until he opens his eyes, realizing its you, and goes back to sleep again, not even bothering to say anything.

"Babe" You say, while gently moving your fingers in his hair "Go sleep on the bed, you're gonna catch a cold"

"Leave me alone" He says, putting a small pout on his lips and then turns his back to you which makes you sigh, but for a different purpose this time.

You get that hes upset, but you weren't happy either. You had every right to be mad at him, but you were also aware of the fact that you pushed the wrong button, by calling his dream of being the best setter ever "stupid". Volleyball meant the world to your boyfriend and you're not clueless about it, and that is why youre going to let him get away with it.

Just this time.

Without a warning, you move him back to the position he used to be in and let your head rest on his arm while placing his hands around you. His pout becomes even wider, and starts sending daggers at your direction, which makes you chuckle a bit. "Ok, but giving me the same look you give your brother when he eats your share of food is not gonna work" "Whatever. Ain't talkin to ya anymore" He says and then looks away from you, which leads to his eyes landing on your picture on the wall, that was taken in Paris, after they won a match. You looked happy, cheering for him while he scored four points with the help of his incredible serves. Where you just pretending? Or... Are you just not into him anymore?

"Baby! Stop thinking and just talk to me!" You whine, giving him a slight peck on the lips. When you see him remaining silent for a few seconds, you decide to be the first one to talk. "Look, honey. I'm truly sorry... Its just that I've been under a lot of pressure and I need you to be around... But you're always ditching me, saying you have to practice or hang out with your friends and I've been feeling...left out" You pause, watching as his expression becomes softer and a slight bit of guilt appears in the way he looks at you. "I... Do understand that volleyball means a lot to you, and I shouldn't have said something like that. I'm really sorry and I hope you forgive me..."

Great. Now he's feeling guilty about it.

He gets it. He knows that hes been spending more time on volleyball than with you, and he knows that it's annoying. He didn't do it on purpose, but that doesn't make it less annoying. Maybe he had gone to far too, by leaving you on read when you message him during his practices, or by getting home really late, and finding you on the couch, waiting for him.

"It's fine doll... I guess that was my bad too..." He says, before leaning toward you and burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smile at his reaction, knowing that he has forgiven you already and you don't have to cry for his attention anymore. One of the things you loved about him was that he never kept you around, waiting.

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PICK A CARD -—- In recent weeks, Atsumu has become quite interested in performing card tricks for his teammates as well as a couple of ladies. The only problem is, is that he never showed you these things, but little did you know he was just using them to courage himself to ask and impress you. Things don't go his way, though.

PAIRINGS. miya atsumu x fem!reader

WARNINGS. blushy/shy Atsumu, he's such a dork | fluff | just imagine Henmi as Kushida from Classroom of the Elite | the reader is kind of a brat LOL | the end is kinda rushed bc i wanted to finish this b4 4:00, I'll proof read later

During the past few weeks, Atsumu has been fascinated with cardistry.

Each week, he performs a new card trick for a group of popular girls gossiping in the hallway or another group in the cafeteria. The volleyball fangirls that crowd around him even come to his games with a deck of cards to see what he's capable of.

The only problem is, that he never shows it to you.

It's not his obligation to show you everything; you shouldn't feel entitled merely because he does... The fact that the ace of diamonds disappeared and reappeared behind your friend Henmi's ear, a girl who appears to be smitten with him, left you feeling jealous and unwelcome.

Henmi was the type of girl who made the boy's heads turn to watch her walk to class. She wore cute pink hair clips in her bob that bounced with every spring in her stride, and she was friendly with everyone.

To be fair, you've been asked out by a few guys and had a couple of friendships, but you know you could never get matched with her.

A shade of red spreads across Henmi's pale face as she blurts out, "I think Atsumu-Kun likes me."

It was lunchtime. There was a table outside, and you, Henmi, and two of her friends sat together for lunch. A sour taste replaces the taste of chocolate in the milk you were drinking. It permeates your mouth and stops you from sucking on the straw.

Your jealousy nearly erupted. You want to tell her that you saw him perform the same trick on another cute girl later that day. You want to break her heart, but you decide against it and chew on your straw instead.

But a girl from your table speaks your mind, "sorry Henmi-Chan, but I saw him do the trick to Hosoo yesterday. He's such a player."

Possibly she spoke up out of her own jealousy, hoping for the sake of her fantasies that Henmu wouldn't become a reality.

Despite this, Henmi denies it, defending Henmu by saying, "he was really close to me. Like I thought he was about to kiss me—"

"Ah, Y/N! That's where you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," Atsumu yells from the top of the staircase, hurrying down so he could meet you at the lunch table.

There is more confusion in the girls' eyes than in yours. Why was he looking for you specifically?

Atsumu sits on the bench by your side and slides only his right leg under the table so that he may face you. An old deck of cards is pulled from the tan pockets of his school's blazer. Blush tints his cheeks, and he looks down at the cards he shuffles as he asks you, "can I show you some of the card tricks I learned?"

By removing your left leg from beneath the table, you can also face him. A giddy smile spreads across your face as you say, "I'd love to see your tricks."

Atsumu smiles, "my first trick is the classic 'pick a card, any card' trick."

The cards are split into two decks, and he hands you one to shuffle. You return them to him after you're done.

You and the girl's lunch trays and lunch boxes are scooted to the side. This is so that he can spread your deck face up and his face down in two lines on the table. He then carefully scoots the cards together and then they're shuffled together again.

"Now I'll search for your card, which is really impressive as you haven't decided what card you want."

After spreading the shuffled cards in his hand, he instructs, "pick one. It doesn't matter if it's face up or face down."

You selected the face-up king of hearts and showed it to him. He then asks for the card to be pushed back face up or face down in the spread deck of cards. You chose to place it face down.

Once again, he shuffles them, "now, all cards are either up, or down." As he places them back down and backs up like they were liable to explode, he says, "if I leave them like that, all, except one, will move to face-up."

After a minute, he spreads them slowly across the table. Your mouth dropped when you discovered most of the cards that were originally facing downwards were now facing upwards. Most.

You could see the shock on his face when three remained faced downwards.

"Um, well, shit, um..." a blush from embarrassment spreads across his face as he tries to laugh it off. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

He picks up the first card that was faced down. It was the King of spades, not your card.

He picks up the second one. It was the ace of diamonds, also not your card.

A cold sweat runs down his cheek as he picks up the final one. It was the Ace of clubs. None of these were your cards.

"Fucking shit," he cursed under his breath. The three girls that remained at the table giggle at his error, adding to his embarrassment. "I-I have another, another trick. Can I show you?"

Laughing, you replied, "You may." He was cute.

He gathers all of the cards and gulps, "it's, um, it's called the card spring. Basically, it's where all the cards fall to my other hand. See— ah shit!"

A massive gust of wind sweeps the cards in mid-performance, just as they were about to land in Atsumu's right hand. All fifty-two cards in the deck spiral westward.

At that exact moment, you could hear Atsumu's heart drop to his ass. It sounded like an anvil being dropped from twenty-five feet in the air.

"Shit," he mutters. Just as he gets up to collect them, the bell rings. When the girls return to the building, they gossip about how funny Atsumu was as they collect their trash and belongings. Henmi says goodbye to Atsumu but it passes unnoticed by him.

You stayed to help Atsumu pick up all of his cards.

The color of red was now engulfing his entire head as he spotted you picking up the Queen of Spades. "Fuck, I'm so sorry— I-I was trying to impress you and I fucked up. All the practicing I had done on some girls came to shit."

Picking up a jack and a king, you giggled, "I think many of the girls think you are interested in them. Why did you do that?"

"I dunno, maybe because they share the same qualities as you."

"And what's that?"

"That they're a girl and you're a girl," he blushed as you laughed. "I thought they could give me the courage to perform on you and ask you out. Got nervous."

Then, with his luck, it begins to rain. It began to rain on a sunny day.

The cards begin to become damp as you hurried to pick them up. Suddenly, you come across the king of hearts.

He groans, "today wasn't supposed to turn out like this. 'M sorry."

You hand him the cards and go to pick up your tray and travel to the nearest trashcan to throw out your trash. Atsumu begins to do the walk of shame as he starts to walk back to class with his head down low and his hands in his pockets.

"I'll see you tomorrow Atsumu-Kun!" You say as you pass him, reaching the building first.

"Yeah," he sighs, bummed.

Atsumu kicks himself in his mind before letting out another curse as he shuffles his cards. He's about to throw them away before he notices a smudge of blue ink on his king of hearts. It was still readable.

It reads: I'm free tomorrow! Call me if you have any trouble, or any bad luck! with a heart at the end.

Just atsumu trying to annoy you during your online class🙄

Warnings: an annoying atsumu! and mentions of nsfw!!

"atsumu, please shut up, I can't focus if you're being noisy,"

you sighed as atsumu faced you. he placed his electric guitar beside your shared bed. "it's only art class, art isn't suppose to be hard," he said making your eyes roll in annoyance.

your camera and mic wasn't on so it was safe for you to throw a pillow at him. "hey!" atsumu dodged. he then walked towards your figure. "come play with me," he poked your cheek repeatedly. "tsumu, you're not a five year old, please stop," you said sternly.

atsumu stopped poking your cheek and just stared at your face. your voice sounding all annoyed and angry turned him on. he couldn't help it though, you're hot when you're angry.

(facts🙄✋🏻!)

"tsumu? why are you quiet all of a sudden?" you asked worriedly. atsumu shook his head and went under your desk. "atsumu! what the fuck!" you yelped. "be quiet, kitten. you don't want the teacher to here you making such noises, do you?" he said while tugging down your panties.

"eh? atsumu, please, not- ngh!" and with that, atsumu's head is now between your thighs, eating out your pussy. lewd licking noises filled the room. "tsumu, please," you begged him to stop but also, you couldn't help but feel the pleasure his giving you.

you tugged his hair, bringing his face closer to your cunt. atsumu continued to lick and eat you out until you said "tsumu! I'm about to cu-" he let go, making your high disappeared. you groaned in frustration. "not so fast, princess. gotta make daddy cum first," he said as he stepped out from under the desk, with his pants now down on his ankles.

you're eyes widened at the sight of his throbbing dick inside his boxers. you looked at his face as your hand slowly palmed his clothed member. "y-y/n, I want it in your mouth," he said in between pants.

"look, dude, I'm in the middle of cla-" boom! he stuck his dick right inside of your mouth making you gagged as a reflex. you've never gave him a bj before thus atsumu gripped your hair and guide you. your tongue swirled around the tip and the sides. that alone already made him moaned out your name.

"y/n, can you answer this question?"

your teacher asked, making you let go of atsumu. you turned on your mic, "uh sure, can you give me a moment?" the teacher gave you a nod as you switch off your mic.

atsumu made you sat on his dick as you frantically messaged your friend about the question your teacher had given you. atsumu held both of your sides making you grind in his dick, while waiting for your friend to type out the answer.

"uh, ok, I've got it!" you said, switching on your mic. "he-" atsumu let out a moan as you rock your hips against his. "atsumu!" you slapped his shoulders, signalling him to be quiet.

"y/n? are you okay?" you teacher asked. you looked at your buzzing phone, your friends was booming up the group chat about what they heard. your cheeks turned red from embarrassment. "excuse me, uh I think you should ask someone else," you quickly said as you exit your meeting.

"okay, tsumu, let's continue what you've started, shall we?"

No match - Atsumu Miya

Atsumu is a simple man, even with a tunnel vision for volleyball, he did think about others. He thought about his twin when he saw an ugly character on the back of the comics you read. Atsumu thought of his mom when he saw you cook for him, thinking back to the time he brought you to meet his mom the first time on Christmas, a few years back. As soon as December rolled around, Atsumu would already be drooling for the cookies you and his mum baked on Christmas every year since.

He has always been big on Christmas, receiving gifts, food, cookies and throwing you in the picture, and it becomes even better than it has been. Now that Atsumu was older, one responsibility that he had as someone who earned his own money was buying gifts for his family and friends.

To say, Atsumu was good at thinking of gifts would be a lie. He was absolutely uncreative when it came to gifts, he would buy everyone the same gifts every year if it wasn’t for you. He loved every single minute of Christmas shopping with you.

The blurred golden glow from the lights that hung from the trees by the sidewalk, under the giant Christmas tree that stood tall in the center of the street, Atsumu couldn’t help his heart from swelling up in the happiness he felt in that single moment. He couldn’t have seen a sight prettier than you in the Christmas lights, soft white snow falling on your head while your cheeks and nose blushed red from the cold weather, laughter tipping from your lips. At that moment, he couldn’t hear anything but the giggle that left your lips and the jingle that the kids sang around him.

Pulling your beanie higher on your head, Atsumu crouched, pressing a kiss on your forehead fondly. The laugh that he started was from his suggestion to buy his twin brother an ugly sweater because;

“Samu, can suck it up and take it or leave it, I don’t care, I am gifting his ugly ass an ugly sweater to match ugliness, tho it won’t be any match for his level”

And so, began the search for an “ugly sweater to match samu’s level of ugliness” or so he thought.

“Pooh, look, we HAVE to buy this”

“‘Sumu, we were looking for a gift for samu, it’s already getting late, let’s speed this up”

“But–”

Atsumu knew exactly how to convince you to buy these couple sweaters. As you dragged him away from the rack which held the sweaters he wanted, Atsumu knew to have his eyes stuck on them, staring longingly with tears sitting on his waterline.

“Pooh, but what about us, we don’t wanna look ugly like samu” He forced you to look at his eyes glistening with tears.

“Just — yeah, whatever. We can get them” you said, rubbing your temples to express your annoyance even with the smile growing on your face as he grabbed your face, showering your cool skin with warm fleeting kisses to show his appreciation.

Atsumu was basically vibrating with happiness while he paid for his sweaters, hanging from your shoulder with his arms draped over your form that he was back hugging, insisting that he was doing his boyfriend duties of keeping you warm. Heading home with Atsumu still hanging from your shoulders was something. While you appreciated your boyfriend’s warmth, you would still prefer his boisterous laugh not being directed straight to your sensitive ears.

Being whipped for his girlfriend had its own disadvantages. The same night, he fell asleep in your arms, totally forgetting the gift he set out to buy for his brother. Waking the next morning as he gloated in love and the cold snow, it still had set in that was missing a gift for his brother and instead of reminding you the same when he did remember, he sneakingly wrote his name beside yours on the gift you had planned for his brother.

“Sumu, do you have all the gifts in the car?” you said, pulling over the sweater Sumu had bought from yesterday.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, I counted them too, don’t worry” he said, tugging his sleeves impatiently.

“Pooh, let’s head over already, ‘wanna have your cookies” he continued while resting his chin on your shoulder, tired from all the late night packing.

“MA, ‘SUMU FORGET TO BUY ME A GIFT AND WROTE HIS NAME ON HIS GIRLFRIEND’S GIFT FOR ME”

“YOU UNGRATEFUL SCRUB, I DIDN’T FORGET, I JUST —- I JUST DIDN’T WANT TO BUY YOU ANYTHING AND ALSO WHATEVER MY GIRL BRINGS IS ALSO FROM ME”

“THAT IS NOT HOW IT WORKS AND IF SO THEN, FINE I’LL KEEP THE GIFT I BOUGHT YOU THEN”

“WHAT?? YOU DON’T GET TO DO THAT, BABE, say something”

“Good going ‘Samu” you said, fist bumping Samu while your boyfriend whined to his mom about his girlfriend being unfair.

“BTW, ‘Sumu You’re banned from Onigiri Miya for the next whole year” Samu said, draping an arm around your shoulder, directing you towards the kitchen.

“YAH, ‘SAMU THAT’S MY GIRL” He said, stomping his steps, smiling softly at the view of you in the kitchen with his mum and brother, icing on your fingers as you offered him some.

Atsumu was a simple man, he thought as he licked the icing off your finger, his mood immediately brighter. His Christmas never ran smoothly, but with you here in the lights always shone brighter, the laughter louder and the days lasted longer. He was glad he could shop for Christmas with someone, although in the end he always ends up buying things for himself, and you, buy gifts for him to give. Samu was lucky he received the gift you bought for him instead of an ugly gift like himself because surely there was no match for “Samu’s ugliness”.

Fool me once, fool me twice

a/n: so this is very much self indulgent, and I'm hesitant at publishing it because it hits kind of close to home? Yeah it was very hard for me to push thru and finish the fic but here ya go. I hope you enjoy the ride!!

Warnings: cursing, mentions of lying, break-up, mentions of smoking, mentions of smoking, maybe?? Bullying?? Not openly but there's a hint

Genre: fluff, angst, bad ending til I write the second part, 6.8k

Part II

Synopsis: You always knew it was easy to get your heart broken, but a a sentence was all it took for you. "How do you tell someone you only dated them for a bet?"

It's at past midnight he meets your eyes for the first time in forever. 

Atsumu missed you, that's for sure. You can tell by the dark circles painting under his eyes, by the sudden hurt that surfaces in his familiar warm-brown eyes, by how his eyes widen with disbelief whether it's you who's staring back at him.

You missed him, too. Your heart takes a turn, and your breath refuses to enter your lungs for the few seconds your eyes are locked together. A lump you got too familiar with after meeting the blond starts forming in your throat, and you have to give it your everything to smile at the boy who had broken your heart like it didn't matter. It hadn't mattered, though, not until it was too late. 

Atsumu is no better, he wants to run after you, and he feels nauseous with the feeling stirring in the pit of his stomach. But he's been a coward ever since he met you, or maybe he always was the coward, but you just brought it out for him to see.

You both were afraid of getting your hearts broken, so much that you never let people get too close, not letting them in, pushing everyone away when they started pushing through the walls you had set for yourself.

You were a fool for getting your heart broken, though, a bigger fool for letting him, Atsumu Miya of all people, break your heart.

It's hard to tell how it happened, but easier to tell what happened. You, the girl who is scared of getting close to people, who people are friends with but never anything more, fell for someone you shouldn't have. 

Not close friends, not flirts, not lovers, nothing but simple friends, you guarded yourself so well all this time with well-made walls that won't let anyone push through.

There was one person who was talented enough to break your walls. You'd think it would require more than a cocky smile and a funny, though also shitty, personality, but ironically, it's Miya Atsumu who makes his way into your heart, the boy who knew of no boundaries.

So you admit defeat, that it's your fault for getting your heart broken. After all, it was you who trusted no one, trusted the boy no one else did.

How it happened is hard to explain.

Perhaps it's the idea of breaking you, being the first to shroud that cloud of mystery around you that pulled people to you so. The way you distanced yourself from people with a kind smile, each your steps proud as you walk in through the door, brings a new idea to the drunken minds, curiosity.

You could already sense the lingering eyes, the half-smiles forming on people's lips as they tried to think of a way to approach you. You make your way to your friends who watched you with half amusement, half disinterest, already used to the scene. 

You don't feel the warm-brown gaze watching you, however, as you refuse a jacket that's offered to you when a boy you don't know the name of asks you if you're cold, neither do you notice them when you finally arrive at the closed circle your friends had formed. 

The gazes start to change directions after a few more seconds, and you finally feel like you can breathe. But you still can't recognize that last pair of eyes lingering in your direction, the eyes that belonged to a certain fake blonde, Atsumu, that was sitting in the middle of the room with his twin and friends, a smile sitting on his lips as he took a sip from his drink. 

"Stop being a creep." A voice told him right after giving his head a good smack and made him refocus his interest on his brother instead. "Ow, the fuck are you hitting me?!" Atsumu rubbed his head with a frown. 

"Stop being a creep," Osamu repeated. "You don't have a chance anyway."

"Of course, I do. I have a chance with anyone." The grey-haired, more tolerable twin narrowed his eyes in annoyance, a scowl forming on his lips. 

"Not with her." Suna sighed with boredom, sipping his drink as he glanced around the room, eyes flickering your way for a second and back to the blond across from him. "I'm sure she's mentally stable." He snickered.

Aside from insulting Atsumu, all of them did believe Atsumu didn't have the chance to approach you, let alone make you fall for him, but Atsumu didn't seem to agree. A thoughtful hum left his lips as he grinned widely at his brother. "I have a chance with her. Could make her fall for me if I wanted." 

"No, you couldn't." Scoffed Osamu, Suna agreed with a mocking shake of his head.

"Yes, I could."

"No, you-"

"Shut up!" Suna rolled his eyes, successfully silencing the annoying pair, but it only took a few seconds for Atsumu to speak again. "Wanna bet?"

"Bet on what?" Osamu muttered, but he knew what the blond had in mind.

"That I could make her fall for me."

"I'm in." Suna chimed in, suddenly interested in the conversation. "I bet you can't date her more than a month." He added with an amused grin.

"I bet you can't date her at all." Atsumu scoffed at his brother when he sent him a cocky grin. 

"Challenge accepted."

Atsumu lifted off the couch, combing his fingers through his perfectly messy bleached hair, fixing a cocky grin as he made his way to you. 

You should've recognized it as your que to run, the moment you felt that warmth blooming in the pit of your stomach, when you saw him approaching you, so confident and cocky as he leaned in, laughing at just how bored you looked. 

But you didn't know any better, eyeing him with an equally cocky smile. "Oh, hey," you muttered with a smile. "Well, what made the Atsumu Miya come off from his throne to talk to us peasants?" Atsumu felt chills running down his arms at how his name rolled off your tongue as you sent a look to the couch he was sitting on, tilting your head when you noticed all his friends watching you both. They quickly averted their eyes, laughter coming from their way not too later.

"I wouldn't call you peasants." He shrugged. "Right, you called them- what was that, oh, squeling pigs?"

"Only if you're a fan." Atsumu quickly answered, making you laugh despite his dark tone. "Oh, I'm safe then."

"Ouch." He chuckled, eyes glancing over you like nothing, the mocking amusement in his warm-browns hiding his thoughts. How should he proceed? What should he say next? What did you like to do, to eat to watch? How to get you to tell that to him?

Atsumu already knew it wouldn't be easy to approach you, and he could sense the walls guarding you ever since he first saw you, which was the very reason he had never advanced you before. He knew you were the type to only settle for a relationship, the kind that revolved around love and honesty, something Atsumu couldn't and wouldn't give you.

But he couldn't help but think that maybe, it was worth it. 

A night full of strategically made choices, words chosen deliberately for a purpose on Atsumu's side, nicely timed small brushes of hand, a few glimpses, eyes that meet, and shared smiles. All that felt anything but artificial as you found yourself laughing freely at something the blonde had said, and you hadn't pulled back when the tips of his fingers brushed your face. You felt the warmth radiating from his hand right over your temple, a sly grin on his lips as he held his fingers pressed together in front of you, telling he had picked a stray eyelash. 

"Make a wish." He grinned, causing you to roll your eyes with a scoff. "What are you, three?"

"C'mon, just make a wish." He whined, grinning when you agreed. "Good grades, I guess?" You told him, making him groan loudly. "No, don't tell me! It won't come true if you do."

"Oh, thanks, now I'm truly ready for the upcoming exams." You frowned jokingly. "It's your fault, not mine." Atsumu told you, making you laugh with how serious he looked.

So you made your wishes, blowing on the lash and hoping for the best.

~

Atsumu sucks at relationships, you quickly realize, almost as bad, or probably worse, than you. But he is good at making up for it, and he is maybe a little too good at making your heart beat twice as fast in your chest. 

It's the small things that make you lower your guards down almost unconsciously, and he's always a little closer to you, to -breaking- your heart each time you see him. The texts you frequently exchange, the hugs he gives you before dropping you back at your house, a kiss pressed on your hair when he has you between his arms on a cold night, to protect you from the cold, he says.

But as he gradually gets closer to you, you never get to get closer to him. Atsumu likes keeping himself at a distance, his heart at a distance, and you think you two are more similar than you thought you were. Neither of you let anyone get closer to you than certain boundaries, taking no risks. You distanced people both physically and emotionally. And while Atsumu did so only emotionally, he still was far from everyone.

He unintentionally shows the little parts of him to you, like how he would fall sound asleep in less than five minutes if someone played with his hair. He hadn't meant to tell you, but it had happened so naturally, Atsumu found himself telling you even that small piece of information without a worry. 

"Atsumu? What are you doing here?" You sounded surprised, but the smile on your lips told him you were happy to see him.

"I thought you would be here." He shrugged. "My practice's over, too, so I thought- you know."

"Oh, I know. You missed me so much that you left practice early and came into a library?" You laughed when he gave you a crooked smile, playing along with your teasing. "I didn't think you'd even know the way." 

"I didn't." He answered, making you giggle. "But my love for you led the way~" He dramatically played out, making you chuckle, and your heart miss a beat, even though you knew he was joking. You just hoped he was partly joking.

"Well, did you come here to ask me for a tour or something?" You asked when he stood there awkwardly. "I came here to see you!" Atsumu protested, plopping himself to the vacant seat next to you, making you immediately close his mouth with your hand when he spoke too loud. 

"Well, Atsumu, since you're a foreigner, let me give you the ground rules. No shouting-" You mocked him, stilling when he laughed along. Your eyes widened when you finally noticed what you were doing, the feeling of his warm lips under your fingers sending a shiver down your spine. You immediately retracted your hand, apologizing when Atsumu caught your hand, trapping it in his bigger one and smiling cockily at you.

"What happened? You were so confident just a second ago? Tell me more about the rules, please." Atsumu whispered as he leaned in, and you were scared he would be able to feel the excessive warmth radiating off your face. 

You were saved from your awkward situation when his phone chimed with an incoming text. You hadn't thought anything of it when he checked the text, his face paling slightly as he quickly pocketed his phone. "What, side-chick drama?" You joked, not expecting him to look at you so seriously, the mood changing as soon as the words left your lips. 

"There's no one else." He frowned, almost hurt by your remark. "I know my reputation, and it's mostly true, so you might not believe me-" Atsumu muttered, and you could almost feel it in your heart that you shouldn't have believed him, but you did. He looked so sincere, so genuine as he stared into your eyes, your hand still in his hold as he gave you a crooked smile.

"Ookay." You spoke gingerly with an awkward chuckle. "Do you want to go now?"

"Don't you have things to do?" 

"Well, yeah, but I can do them later. I don't want you to get bored." You shrugged, packing your bag when he stopped you. "No, no, it's okay. I won't get bored."

"Are you sure?" You asked suspiciously. 

"Yeah, I'm tired anyway, I'll just rest here." 

"Go rest at home, idiot." You scoffed, but you were sitting back at your place, unpacking your bag. "Nah, the views much better here." Atsumu placed his sweatshirt on the table as a makeshift pillow, resting his head on it, and gave you a cocky smile. 

He quickly realized he spoke too soon, though. Atsumu was physically not able to stay still for more than five minutes, something you had noticed rather quickly. 

"Atsumu, shut up." You groaned. "The more you talk the longer I'll stay here. Just go home."

"Aren't you going to walk back home?" He muttered without raising his head from the table, eyes droopy with sleep, and he looked boyishly handsome without all his annoying confidence and teasing grins, and you found yourself smiling as you stared at him.

"Yeah, it's not far, though."

"Then no. It's already dark, and I don't want you to walk back alone. Besides," Atsumu quickly added before you could protest about him staying behind just for you, "I like spending time with you."

"Then I need you to shut the fuck up." You smiled, making him chuckle even in his half-asleep state. 

"And I need you to play with my hair."

"What?" You asked, bewildered, and you could tell he hadn't meant to say it, either. "It's not- it's nothing." He grinned. "Apparently, we gave mom a hard time when we were small, 'Samu and I. We weren't the quietest of kids, you know. She always played with our hair when she wanted us to calm down."

"Does it still work?"

You grinned when he shrugged and turned his face the other way, but you had already taken note of the blush that adorned his cheeks. "Well then," you hesitantly brought your hand closer to him, taking a lock of hair between your fingers. 

You could feel him tensing with surprise at the contact, though he quickly relaxed beneath your hand when you ran your finger through his locks, a sigh rising from his lips. His breathing was slowing as you softly patted his head of hair, laughing each time he sighed.

"Wow, I didn't think it would work this well." You teased him when he stood silent the next few minutes as you played with his golden locks, waiting for him to protest or answer in any way, but he stood silent. 

Your eyes narrowed, widening right after when you took in how his back rose and dropped regularly, breathes deeper and slower. You couldn't help but giggle, the feeling that spread to even the tip of your fingers from your chest, causing you to feel both scared and giddy.

~

Atsumu is quick to ask you out, but he seems hesitant in everything else. 

He talks a lot, but never about himself. He laughs and shouts, gets angry, and shows his emotions, but always to a certain point. You sense he never shows you the real depth of his feelings and never his thoughts.

You often find yourself wondering what he's thinking, especially when he's looking at you like that, like he wants to take everything back.

The subtle guilt is the only emotion you can catch that he can't hide, but it's almost unnoticeable that you let it slide. It's your heart telling you not to try and understand that you later find out. 

The guilt is heavy the day you kiss him. It's right before his game, a few days after you've made your relationship official, after a month and a half. Atsumu seemed nervous, but you somehow could tell it wasn't entirely because of the game. 

"Be careful, okay?" He grinned, pulling you into a hug as he almost always did whenever he saw you, and you were used to it by now. Still, the way his hands lingered on your frame a little longer than they usually did, the needy glances of his brown eyes, you could tell something was bothering him.

"Ugh, cheesy much." You teased, trying to free yourself of his grip, but he refused to let go. "I'm not going to war," you chuckled when Atsumu pulled back from hugging you to press a kiss to your hair. "If anyone's supposed to be careful, it's you!" 

He hummed as an answer, eyes trailing over your form as his grin spread even wider on his lips. "My jersey looks really nice on you," Atsumu muttered, finally letting you go. "I think I can get used to- ow!" He chuckled as you hit his arm when his voice dropped an octave, his playful grin turning into a suggestful one.

"Everything looks nice on me." You winked, making him laugh, feeling better to have disposed of his nervousness. "True."

"Tsumu!" You heard his twin call towards the two of you, and it seems even the idea of letting you go disturbed Atsumu. "Hey, I'm gonna be fine, okay?" You laughed, rising to the tip of your toes, pressing a soft kiss to his slightly agape lips. 

You had meant to pull back, but he was quick to hold your face and hold you close. "Was that supposed to be a good lucks kiss?" He whispered to your lips when he pulled back, only a millimeter away from your lips, and you can feel the way your heart skips a beat when you flutter your eyes open and meet his warm gaze, the look in his eyes making you smile with happiness. "Yeah, go win the match." You laugh and pull back, and this time, he lets you, too.

You can't tell why his twin looks so grim, though, as he watches you part.

~ 

Almost three months after you started dating, Atsumu finally started to get more comfortable. Not just him, though, since you also had your boundaries flexing little by little for him.

It doesn't feel strange when he takes his hand between his now, when he caresses your face before leaning in for a kiss, when that sweet smile appears on his lips whenever you and his warm-brown eyes meet, and when he traces the line of your lips when you snuggle closer to him during a movie.

"You're coming to the party tonight, right?" Your phone chimed with a new text, and you were unable to suppress your grin when you saw it was from Atsumu. It had been four months at most that you've known him, and the way your feelings were evolving to something more terrified you. It wasn't good news that you were so used to his presence, almost longing for it when he was away, but you quickly discarded the thought.

"You forced me to, so yeah."

"I missed you, that's why I'm forcing you >:( I'll meet you there." He texted back. You went to a few parties with him, met his friends who acted like your bodyguards, shielding you from all the curious attendees of the party that came up to you to ask about you and Atsumu. And as much as you appreciated the act, the almost fearful look they gave you whenever anyone approached you just caused your uneasiness to grow.

You were going to the party with a girl who lived in the apartment right next to yours. You didn't know the girl much, but you were in the same class, and it was better than walking back home in the middle of the might in party clothes.

"Let's leave at- 2 am, is that okay with you?" She asked when you arrived at the place where the party was. "Yeah, sure, meet me here if you can't find me inside." You told her before parting ways. 

You were used to having the eyes on you when you entered a room, but never to a whole room of people laughing at your face. And that was what you felt as you heard the room lapse into silence when you appeared in the entrance, snickers and laughter following it right after. 

It was short-lived, however, since Osamu and Suna were quick to spot you, making their ways to you, and you caught the deadly glare Suna had sent to them, making the room finally avert their eyes off from you. 

Still, even their presences went to some extent since you could still feel the glances sent your way, whispers following you, and it was the final straw when a girl came up to you, asking if it'd been a month yet, and why Atsumu still held you around.

Before you even got the chance to answer, Suna did it for you, telling her to fuck off with the coldest voice you had heard from him. You knew you should've at least had a vague idea about what was going on. But you chose to meet the eyes of your lover that was standing in the doorway, instead.

"You're finally here!" You exhaled when Atsumu's hand brushed yours, and you were so relieved, you found yourself wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him to a hug. "Missed me already?" You heard him chuckle, but you hadn't missed the worried glance he had sent you, either. 

"You're very late, you're aware, right?" You muttered as you pulled back, and Atsumu had to take in a deep breath of relief since he was afraid you would be able to hear how fast his heart was beating. You were never the one to first hug or touch him, so Atsumu couldn't help but feel excited about it, trying to suppress the goofy smile appearing on his lips.

"Did something happen?" Atsumu frowned when you still seemed a little off. "I wasn't that late, besides, it takes a while to be this handsome, you know?" You rolled your eyes when he mockingly grinned at you. 

"Don't I look handsome?" He pushed when you didn't answer, frowning even deeper when Osamu answered it for you. "Not even a little bit, you egoistic shithead!"

You were glad Osamu had interrupted since it was a quick way to take Atsumu's interest off from you and make him pick a fight with his twin instead. 

You watched the two run around the house, cursing their endless stamina after ten minutes. Atsumu finally arrives back at his spot next to you. You're out on the balcony, sitting on one of those flimsy plastic chairs and scrolling through your phone, brows knitted together. There's an ashtray on the table in front of you, half a cigarette still burning. Suna must've been there.

"What's got you looking so mad?" You hear him mutter. He's quick to plop on the seat next to you, hands wrapping around your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. "Hm? Oh, nothing." 

"Watcha doing here, then?"

You shrug. "I wanted some fresh air, I guess. I wasn't feeling comfortable in there." He gave you an understanding hum since he already knew you didn't like it when you felt forced to tell something you didn't want to, so he decided you would explain it if you felt comfortable.

"'m tired." He muttered after sitting in silence for how long, you didn't know, and you couldn't hold in a laugh at how childish he could sometimes be. "It must be because you have been sprinting around the house for a whole ten minutes." 

He chuckled, just nuzzling his face a little closer to you, waiting for you to get the hint to play with his hair. You heard him sigh deeply. "You smell so nice."

"Don't smell me!" You blurted out, trying to push him off since you felt self-conscious (did you smell? It was kind of hot in here, or what if you smelled like sweat? "No- stop, okay, I won't smell you." He pouted without letting you go.

"You're awfully clingy today." You sighed, giving up on trying to push the blond off from you, secretly loving the attention, too. "Oh my god," you frown when he groans, "Will you just play with my hair?"

You comply, combing back the blond-locks from Atsumu's face, looking so peaceful with a smile adorning his soft lips, and you couldn't help but appreciate how handsome he was. 

Neither of you noticed the grey-haired twin that had just exited the house. Nor did you see his widened stare he sent your way, cringing at the honest smile on the liar's lips as you ran your fingers through his blond locks just like he liked it.

Osamu was surprised Atsumu had even told you he liked it when people played with his hair, let alone going as far as letting you do it. Osamu had never seen Atsumu so close to anyone, and he didn't think he was capable of smiling like that.

Like he was in love.

~

Ugh, she was drunk. 

You thought she would at least be sober enough to walk by herself, but you cursed yourself for trusting her to hold her liquor as you swung her arm over your shoulder and helped her walk. 

Call me when you get home, okay?" Atsumu had told you, concern lacing his features as he had eyed the drunk girl sitting on the floor. "Are you sure you'll be fine? Suna can come with-"

"It's okay, don't worry." You had laughed, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek before parting.

"You know, you shouldn't be falling for him." The girl slurred. "Huh?" You asked, unable to try to understand her drunken words since you were busy stabling both of you. 

"Atsumu Miya." His name, falling off her lips so effortlessly that it caused an uneasy feeling to settle in your chest. "He's an asshole."

"He can be an asshole sometimes, yeah." You chuckled, losing your balance when she shook her head too hard, losing her balance and pulling you with her. "No. He's an asshole that you shouldn't be trusting." 

You pursed your lips, biting your tongue from saying anything else. You were already aware of Atsumu's reputation, and there was no need to rub it in your face.

"I'm just saying, take it as a warning from a friend, yeah?" She finally spoke, breaking off your thoughts and dropping the issue. "Thanks." You muttered, hoping she would stay silent for the rest of the walk, your hopes dying when she suddenly stopped in the middle of the road, eyes wide, and gasped.

"What happened- are you going to throw up?" You couldn't help but let go of her with the thought, leaving a distance between you since you knew you also wouldn't be able to hold yourself if you saw her throw up.

"N-no, -shit- I forgot my phone back there!"

"Your phone? Are you sure-" Your voice trailed to nothing as you watched her clear her pockets and handbag, and there really wasn't a phone that dropped out of her bag. "I left it in the kitchen!" She groaned, sitting on the floor and burying her face in her hands when you notice she was fucking crying.

"Hey, um, it's okay. You can get it tomorrow. Nothing would happen, and-"

"No, you don't understand!" She interjected. "My brother will kill me if -when- he calls me and I don't answer! He thinks I'm at home, and I can't tell him I left it somewhere else."

You knew what you had to do, and you hadn't walked much either. The house was ten minutes away from where you two stood, but it still felt like so much work after a night of loud party and stress the people had caused you.

"Okay, okay." You groaned. "Let's go get it back."

~

"Wait here, alright?" You help her sit on the bench, sighing with relief since she was sobering up at least a little.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop.

The plan was to get in, take the phone, get out, but as you stand in front of the door, hearing your boyfriend's muffled shouts, you couldn't help but listen. 

Atsumu was a hot-headed person, and hearing him shout or get angry in general wasn't abnormal, but you had never heard him sound so grave, almost like he was terrified.

"You have to end this." Osamu sounded stern, colder than you'd ever heard him. You glanced through the slightly agape door to find your boyfriend just as you had left him, slumped on the couch with the hood of his sweatshirt pulled over his head, blond locks peeking through it. You watched him as he brought the collar of the sweatshirt to his nose, a smile appearing on his lips as he did so. You couldn't help but feel warm when you remembered the embarrassed smile Atsumu had gave you as he admitted that he liked your smell and that it comforted him when he felt stressed.

Atsumu buried himself in the hoodie, the hoodie had given you at the beginning of the night, and though it did smell like cigarettes and alcohol, too, it still had your scent on it. 

You watched him as he bit his lip, taking a few seconds to answer his brother. "Why? I didn't even win yet." He shrugged, leaning to the table and downing another shot. 

"You did, congratulations." Osamu scoffed. "End it already." You knew what you were doing was wrong, that you shouldn't listen to their conversations, even when he was your boyfriend, so you were getting ready to enter the room before you heard him speak.

"I didn't win." He protested, "the conditions were to make her fall for me and-"

You froze. 

No, it couldn't be you they were talking about, that there had to be a misunderstanding your heart tries to reassure you, but Osamu's next words are shattering.

"I fucking told you, you won!" He shouted, voice echoing in the room. "How much of an asshole do you have to be to continue after even this? She's already in love with you, and you know it, you have to tell her before it's too fucking late!"

You were suddenly shivering, teeth chattering together uncontrollably. You knew you had to leave. 

But it's only that day you come to realize how easy it is to break someone's heart. All it took was a few words for you, at the very least. 

You were standing in front of the slightly agape door, both your hands pressing on your chest as you do to a wound, trying to stop it from bleeding more, but they keep talking, and you're unable to make a sound, let alone make it stop. 

"Tell her what? How do you tell someone you only dated them for a fucking bet?"

Atsumu's words were ringing in your ear. "I never thought I would- that it would go this far." He sounded calmer this time, grieving, even. 

"What? What are you planning to do, continue this lie for the rest of your fucking life?" You had seen Osamu angry many times before, but it was never this scary. "There's something else that's stopping you from telling her, isn't there? Breaking her heart isn't the only thing stopping you."

"Like what?" Atsumu interrupted with a tone he hoped was cynical. "What're you trying to say, 'Samu?" 

"I'm not trying to say anything." Osamu hissed. "I'm telling you that you're in love with her, just as much as she is with you." Osamu had expected his twin to protest despite the obvious, but it was somehow sadder that he chose to stay quiet. 

"You're right." Atsumu shrugged after a minute or two. "And that's why I can't end it." 

"Well, it's a good thing I can." You entered the room, your face damp with tears you hadn't been able to hold back, your body shaking with the overwhelming emotions you were feeling. You watched both the twins freeze in their places with fear, Atsumu's widened eyes finding your figure, but you refused to look his way.

You quickly made your way to the kitchen, spotting the phone and whirling your way to the exit before neither of them had the chance to catch you. But Atsumu was quick on his feet, despite the hazy state alcohol was causing, how his knees were shaking, and how fast his heart was beating, he somehow managed to choke your name out, though it sounded more like a sob. 

"Wait, please!" He called once again, and you were praying to whatever god up there that he couldn't see how you're shaking.

Even when adrenaline coursing through your veins, Atsumu was faster than you, and you knew you couldn't avoid him as his hands that were cold with fear got a hold of your wrist, pulling you back to him, maybe a little too rough. "Please, j-just listen to me!" 

"Listen to you?" You repeat, voice venomous, it makes the blonde flinch. "I think I heard enough, what else is there to say?"

"No- no, just let me explain." 

"You heard him, love, no need to explain." You told him, and you watched him cringe at the way you utter the word, almost like spitting it out, and you could see how much it hurt him. You didn't care, though. "You won the bet. Congratulations on being the biggest asshole ever. How much did you win, Atsumu? Was it hard sticking around a relationship you didn't even give a shit about? Did you have fun watching me make a fool of myself to everyone?" You couldn't help it when your voice broke as you remembered the pitying looks people kept throwing at you, the laughter, the mockery.

"Just let me- please!" He cried out, frustrated, overwhelmed, and heartbroken, and it was all too much. Why did you have to learn it this way?

"I don't want to hear it!" You cried, trying to pull your wrist free from his grip, but he wouldn't let go. It felt like if he did let you go, he would never be able to hold you ever again. "Please..." You cringed at the way he begged, voice hoarse, and you couldn't help but think if he was honest at least this once.

"Okay, then." You shrugged, averting your eyes away from him. "Explain."

Now that he finally had the chance, Atsumu only then realized he had nothing to say. Nothing to make this better, nothing he could say to win you back. 

The worst part was, however, that you both had thought he did have something to say, that you let hope bloom in your chest in expectations of something, of an explanation that could ease your pain. You couldn't help but laugh when you noticed there wasn't, once again fooling yourself for his sake.

Atsumu couldn't speak, he just raised his hand to touch your face, and it felt like you slapped him when you shied away from it. It hurt, hurt so much that Atsumu lost all thought, words sprawling out of his mouth in mindless panic.

"Please-" he repeated. "It was just a joke and-"

"A joke." You repeated his words back to him. "Your joke was to watch me fall in love with you? Did you at least have fun lying to me all this time?" You couldn't hold back your voice, it came out as strained shouts, laced with fury, but you don't care.

"I know everyone else did. You know, I always knew something was off, watching people snicker to my face when they saw me. Was it that entertaining to watch as you broke my heart, too?"

"No, Y/N-"

"Are you having fun, Atsumu?" You cut him off. "Laugh all you want, then, wasn't this what you wanted? Why aren't you laughing, still?" You were screaming at this point, and it made Atsumu's blood run cold.

"I- I didn't think I'd fall in love with you, too." He whispered, and his words broke your last resistance, that you found yourself sobbing uncontrollably.

Your body was shaking with cries, and the weight pressing on your chest was so heavy, you were afraid of being crushed under it.

"No, don't lie to me anymore." You spoke, and it was the first time he heard you beg. "Please, don't lie to me, Atsumu."

"I-" you started to speak again, lost on words, gasping for air, not sure when he had pulled you to himself as you cry into his chest. The rational part of you told you to push him away, but you found solace in his warmth, as idiotic as it is.

"I trusted you."

"I showed you a part of me no one knew. I trusted you wouldn't break my heart since we were so similar, and you broke it for what? Why couldn't you just let me be, why did you have to- why did you have to make me fall in love with you?"

You couldn't hear the I'm sorry's he was whispering in your ear, I love you, please, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I love you.

"I wish I never met you." You sobbed mindlessly, not noticing the shaky breath he took at your words, how his heart was beating faster than you could even guess, how he was trying to give his everything to stop his body from the sobs that are bubbling inside of him.

I wish I never met you.

It stung, hurt so much, something he had never experienced before. Atsumu didn't want to let you go as you pulled yourself away from him, hugging you tighter and shaking his head no, no please, don't go, but you can't- can't be here anymore. 

He couldn't even say goodbye as you turned your back to leave.

If Atsumu knew that was going to be your last day together, he would've kissed you one last time.

One last time, he sobs. I wish I could've kissed you one last time.

hi bae congrats on 600!! ok so uh. something i like about myself is i am really straight forward and try not to sugarcoat things, and for the chara of my choice, could i have atsumu?

A/N: I had so much fun writing this ngl (simps too hard for Atsumu) Also, Ro!! I hope you like this baby!!

If you'd also like to participate in the event, you can access it from here!

Honorable mentions: 1.2k, 1 curse word, fluff!

Synopsis: "Atsumu?" You call out, and he can't help but notice how soft your voice sounds.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

Atsumu Miya didn't like you. 

He didn't like you, you knew, and he didn't try to hide it, either.

There would be a frown on his lips whenever you were around him, a scoff audible when you spoke, whether you meant it for him or not, a snarky comment made its way from his lips too, though, rarely. 

You couldn't say you knew each other well. You had a few classes before, greeted each other maybe once every two months, might have spoken willingly one time, and that was it. So there wasn't much of a reason for Atsumu to be so utterly annoyed with you, but there he was, cursing to himself when he saw he was stuck in yet another break-out room with you. 

Because of how close your student numbers were on the class list, whenever the professor made break-out rooms, you were almost always there, waiting for him and sighing when you noticed him.

Atsumu couldn't pinpoint the reason as to why he didn't like you, even his brother, the antisocial, liked you. But there was something about you that made the blonde feel uneasy, stirring something in him that made him want to run away, and run away, he did.

He often opted to turn his mic off when he saw you staring back at him on his screen, even though he hated to admit, very prettily, too, glancing at you once or twice in the whole period of ten minutes.

You usually mimicked his actions, choosing not to say anything to the blonde, but something was different that day.

You pressed your lips together, and he could tell you were a little bored and a little nervous. For the first time, you hadn't turned your mic off, scrolling down your phone, but instead, you held your gaze on the screen, eyes wandering over the faux blonde a second or two before you spoke.

"Atsumu?" Your voice was soft, but it startled him. "Can I ask a question?" You took the grunt that was barely audible as an answer.

You waited for a few seconds before you decided to speak again, hands drumming on the table nervously. You had this question running on your mind for a while now, and you decided you had put it off long enough.

"Do you have a problem with me?"

The way you spoke was nonchalant, and it was as if you're asking about the weather. There was even a ghost of a kind smile that was resting on your lips. Atsumu wondered if he had heard you right, and your smile only grew when his warm-brown eyes narrowed.

"What?"

"Do you have," you repeated, "a problem with me?"

You still had that damn smile as you talked, and Atsumu found his eyes falling on it each time you spoke a word. "I don't think you like me, and I was wondering why."

Maybe it was the way you asked, as if you didn't care if he liked you or not, but you just wanted to know why, like a simple curiosity as a kid wonders why the sky is blue, and it irked something in him.

"You're right." Atsumu shrugged, eyes narrowing slightly to see your reaction to his words. "I don't like you."

He had meant to be mean, to wipe that kind smile off your face and maybe even see you hurt, and he clenched his teeth when you chuckled, instead.

"Figured as much. I want to know why, though. Did I do something to bother you, or is it simply our characters not getting along?"

"You're annoying." He scoffed, and you rolled your eyes.

"Oh, so you're just prejudiced." You pursed your lips and explained when he cocked a mocking brow at you. "You don't know me well enough to call me annoying."

Well, he didn't know you were the type to call him out on his shit like this or how pretty you looked when you were angry. And he certainly didn't know how much he liked it.

You feel your heart skip a beat when Ataumu sent you an amused grin. It was unfair how good-looking he was.

"Of course, I do." You heard his voice, and it made you huff out a laugh. "Do you, really? When was the last time you even spoke to me?"

Atsumu hated the way you cock your brows at him almost mockingly, and he could feel the way you're sharpening your claws on the other side of the screen. He had to admit he found it kind of... hot.

"Last week on the break-out room." He shot back with an annoying, know-it-all raise of a brow, but you dispersed it without missing a beat. "Nope, the moment you saw me, you turned your mic off and looked at your phone the whole time."

"The week before that, then." He rolled his eyes, "No, you did the exact same thing then, too."

"Then the week-" Atsumu starts to speak, but his voice falters. When did you talk last time? Did he even speak once in any of the weekly break-out rooms? 

"That's that, then." You checked the time and smiled once again, a smile of victory you didn't care to hide. Both of you knew you won this round. Oh, the time's almost up, anyway. See you later!" You waved, leaving the break-out room with one of your bright smiles that he was used to seeing like you hadn't just had a conversation about how much he didn't like you. 

Atsumu only then feels the first spark of interest in him.

~

Now that Atsumu wants to be in the same break-out room with you, he never falls in one. 

It's like some goddamn voodoo magic. He couldn't help but smile whenever he heard the sentence, "now I'll be dividing you into break-out rooms." And God knew he heard it often, but whenever he clicked the button, go to room 4, it was always someone else waiting for him there, and never you. 

It caught him off-guard when you did appear on his screen, again with a kind smile. "Hi, Atsumu!" You waved, and Atsumu found his heart missing a beat. 

"Hi," He muttered your name, quickly trying to clear his desk from all the empty cups and plates. "It's been a while."

"You're right." You laughed it off, trying to discard how good he looked still as you quirked a quizzical brow at him. "You look like you missed me."

You had expected Atsumu to stay silent at your remark, waiting for him to turn his mic off as he always did, but it was a (pleasant) surprise to see he didn't. 

"Is something wrong?" You pursed your lips, and he noticed how your brows furrowed in concern. 

"Why would there be?"

You shrugged. "I thought you found me annoying. I didn't think you would want to chat."

"You were the one who told me I didn't know you well enough to say you were annoying, weren't you?" Atsumu quickly retorted, taking note of the slight wavering of your lips into a smile. 

"Touche. So, what is it, or are you trying to prove me wrong and actually trying to get to know me?" 

Atsumu shrugged, only to find you chuckling at him. "Caught red-handed, I guess." He mutters, joining your laughter. The next few minutes, Atsumu found himself having more fun than he probably ever had in a break-out room. 

Oh, fuck, he thinks to himself, right before he clicks the turn back to the main room button. He can't wait for the next time he falls in a break-out room.

with you, of course.

♡~

take a break

Pairing: sugawara x motherly!thoughtful reader

Genre: fluff

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call him out

Pairing: atsumu x honest!straightforward!reader

Genre: enemies to lovers, fluff

♡~

one where he can't take care of plants

Pairing: tsukishima x reader with pretty eyes

Genre: fluff

♡~

squish-

Pairing: kuroo x chubby cheaked reader

genre: Crack!fic, fluff

♡~

one where dabi paints your nails

pairing: dabi x reader

genre: crackfic?, fluff

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more coming soon!

Taming the fox

a/n: self projecting? I think yes 🤩 (listen I dont kin atsumu but i kin him so hard) anyway, this is a lil drabble to show some love at the blond twin

(also this is a repost but,,, the tags didn't work so yup)

Warnings and honorable mentions: dives into anxiety, sadness, inferiority complex and stuff, gn reader, mostly Atsumu based anyway, genre is fluff i think, wc < 1000 (this is meant as a lil drabble I wrote in one sitting, didn't think much on it so lets be nice, yeah?)

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows this, and even if he hadn't, he has heard it many times, too.

But he works hard to fix it, and that's all that matters, at least it is for you. And ever since Atsumu met you, that's enough for him. It's such a weird feeling, especially for someone as greedy as him, Atsumu feels like it's enough, and the person providing this is... one person?

He is greedy, he admits. Atsumu wants more, more and more from life, and nothing seems to, seemed to, make him feel fulfilled.

But here you are, you have him between your arms, fingers combing through his golden locks. Your eyes are closed as you calm him, suppressing the shake of his shoulders with your own body.

People often can't believe you are dating, that you are in love. You are such opposing characters that it shocks people to see you talking, even.

They are partly right, too. You and Atsumu are polar opposites. He's a fox, a wild one at that, too, and most people know foxes can't be tamed. Not if they don't want to. But ever since meeting you, Atsumu finds, he wants to be tamed, he wants to fit you, to make you happy. If having to change his nature is what it takes, Atsumu is ready to take that challenge.

It's ironic, unbelievable how you don't want him to change, though.

He would have laughed if anyone told him maybe months ago he would feel this way. He's had some relationships in the past, none that lasted, none that mattered. He fooled around, broke hearts, got his heart broken once or twice. But he couldn't settle for the life of him, didn't value anything, anyone, but himself.

People always approached him in hopes of fixing him, some with wanting to pride themselves on how they tamed the infamous wild fox, and some were curious as to see if they were capable enough.

Atsumu hated, despised how people thought of him as a challenge and nothing more, and he set his mind to change not one thing about himself as a result. This seemed to do more harm than good.

People got frustrated, mad at him for being who he was- they got harder, bolder, brutal at the ways they approached him.

Atsumu can't count all the times he heard the words I hate you in relationships. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you." Atsumu heard all that and more one too many times. It never helped the cause, either, since the more those words got spat in his face, the more he closed himself to change.

With the constant nitpicking on his behavior, his character- Atsumu felt he offended people just by existing. It's such a heavy burden to carry, and even though involuntarily, Atsumu was showing he couldn't take it, too.

You could still remember your first days as a manager in Inarizaki, how different Atsumu was when he first met you. He seemed so jittery, so angry, so anxious, and cocky (probably due to the feeling of inferiority) all the time. Having a twin didn't help, either.

You could still remember the chills that ran through your body as you witnessed him serve on a match for the first time.

The warm brown eyes of his you adore so much looked so cold, almost muddy. You remembered feeling scared, not for yourself, but him. He reminded you of a wounded animal.

It took time, so much time, and too much patience to pull him out of that haze. A wounded animal, especially one that was hurt by people, can't trust people back easily. But somehow, you pulled it off. Somehow, you knew that all he needed was compassion, understanding, acceptance.

Atsumu isn't perfect. He knows he still has a lot to work on, to fix about himself. He still feels scared, scared of hearing those three words from your lips, scared that

you will leave him, scared he's not good enough, he never will be.

But isn't that why he's now between your arms, surrounded by your embrace, crying?

He knows he has too much to fix, but you taught him he can take his time with it. Baby steps are still small steps to achieving it.

People think foxes can't be tamed, and they're right about it being hard, but you're the first to notice, that all it takes is just a little compassion.

[22:18] waking up with miya atsumu

warnings none just icky fluff

other timestamps

it was around six forty nine am on a monday when you awoke, which was surprising, because you always woke up later than atsumu. the sun was especially blinding today and you had no choice but to open your eyes.

what a bother. now you couldn't go back to sleep. no matter how many times you tried to toss and turn to find the right position to fall back asleep in, your lethargy never found its way back.

beside you, was your husband, atsumu miya. sleeping soundly- okay that's a lie, he sleeps like a log and snores like a bear. his arms were tightly wrapped around your waist, and he buried his face in your stomach as you sat up.

shifting yourself back down to his level, you stared at his drowsy expression as drool began to drip down the side of his lip. chuckling, you wiped it away before placing a kiss onto his head. and another. and then another one. and another one after that.

"babe, yer killin' me with these kisses. its so early why are you awake?" he finally wakes up and rubs his eyes, staring up at your bewildered expression as you were caught in the act of kissing his face in his sleep.

"hmm i think the universe wanted me to wake you up this time, instead of that irritating alarm." giggling, you plant another kiss on the tip of his nose as he groans.

"what's wrong with my alarm?"

"what's wrong with me kissing my husband?" a short silence echoed in your bedroom, and atsumu rolls over on top of your body, and lays his head between your chest and huffs jokingly.

"i guess yer right. you should do it more so i wake up earlier." he rests his chin on your sternum and smiles mischievously, puckering his lips out towards you.

"and sacrifice my own sleep? i think not." you push him off before stretching your arms out, and getting out of your side of the bed to get ready for the day, only to be pulled back in by a pair of arms, positioning you in your previous place.

"then at least stay in bed with me for the whole mornin'." you stare up at him as he traps you between his arms beneath his body, with a cheeky smirk on his face.

grabbing his face, you kiss him lazily and smile, an indication that you were going to stay in bed for a few extra hours minutes. he responds and sits you up on his lap, returning your physical affection, before you pull away and grin at him. a short lived pause emits and the two of you stare earnestly at one another.

"wanna lay in my arms?"

"is that even a question?" you dove back in the sheets, and submerged yourself within the comforts of your husband's toned bicep, and embraced his waist with your arms as he tangles his legs with yours.

"i love mondays." he sighs.

"no you don't."

"yer right i don't. but i love mondays with you."

"that's so cheesy i don't want to cuddle anymore."

"wait come back i was jus' jokin' baby." he laughs, with the sound reverberating in the room, pulling you back in his arms again.

a/n: i am so sorry for the inactivity pls accept this as an apology i will try to be more active during the summer </3

[23:17] atsumu miya knows colour theory

warnings none just atsumu using a lot of nicknames

other timestamps

"atsumu."

humming, your boyfriend turns his head around towards your direction and finds peace within your presence as you sauntered your way to him.

"this is a very important question okay?" an interrogating expression beholds itself on your face, but atsumu only stares at the features upon it like it was the first time he'd seen a human. "atsumu. i need your answer."

"yes 'm listening, sweets."

"what's your favourite colour?"

the adoring expression atsumu wore like a badge had wore off and transforms into what you could only assume was a perplexed man sitting in front of you. he laughs.

"atsumu! i told you to answer the question this is serious." his face puffs up with a vermillion tone and he pulls you closer to his body, thick arms around your waist fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

"darling, yer so earnest about it, of course i'll laugh." your face is peppered with billions of feathery kisses, swiping him away with your hands you attempt to push him away and sulk; only to make his offense stronger and kisses you more.

"miya, answer my damn question-"

"ooh, pulling out miya are we?" teasingly, he smirks and how attractive it is to watch that stupid man in front of you lovingly mock you.

"it's not that hard of a question to answer." crossing your arms and folding your legs, you move to the other side of the couch before he scooches towards you to gift a disgustingly fat and tender kiss on your cheek.

"okay, then what's yer favourite colour my love?"

"since i'm not like you," you humph annoyedly, "green."

"then simple, mine is red."

puzzled, you unfold your arms and atsumu's cheesy smiles widens in it itself, slightly beginning to look creepy so you push your palm against his face and move him away, and he laughs before coming in to hug you once more.

"they're complementary colours, baby. it's supposed to be romantic." chuckling, his face is attached to your stomach and he lays upon your body, although the position is awkward.

"it sounds like christmas. and what are complementary colours?" disproving his point and forgetting the reason why you asked him the question in the first place, you relax your body and sit up properly for atsumu to prop his head on your legs.

"they're like colours that are opposites but they're good together. like us. and what's wrong with christmas, scrooge?" twiddling your fingers between his, he mutters and awaits your response.

"that was corny, and you only enjoy christmas because you're not the one making the christmas list for all of our friends and family." flicking his head you scold him and he winces, before bringing your fingers back and trapping them in his hands.

"now i have an excuse to hold your hand as well as provide for my own safety!" he pauses for a moment, "hey i do help with christmas shopping."

"you chose to buy fuzzy dice for samu last year."

"that was a good 1800¥ spent."

"he doesn't even own a car."

"what matters is that we spend too much money on him and last year was a cool down compared to all the rocking gifts i've got him before."

"you know what, it's fine, i'll handle the shopping but you pay for it."

"i'll accept that. now, i need to go upstairs i have super secret agent stuff to attend." he kisses the top of your head and bolts upstairs.

"miya atsumu, i know you're changing the shopping basket gifts for samu! get back down here."

a/n: my exams are ending soon thank whoever is up there

[23:17] atsumu miya knows colour theory

warnings none just atsumu using a lot of nicknames

"atsumu."

humming, your boyfriend turns his head around towards your direction and finds peace within your presence as you sauntered your way to him.

"this is a very important question okay?" an interrogating expression beholds itself on your face, but atsumu only stares at the features upon it like it was the first time he'd seen a human. "atsumu. i need your answer."

"yes 'm listening, sweets."

"what's your favourite colour?"

the adoring expression atsumu wore like a badge had wore off and transforms into what you could only assume was a perplexed man sitting in front of you. he laughs.

"atsumu! i told you to answer the question this is serious." his face puffs up with a vermillion tone and he pulls you closer to his body, thick arms around your waist fitting together like jigsaw pieces.

"darling, yer so earnest about it, of course i'll laugh." your face is peppered with billions of feathery kisses, swiping him away with your hands you attempt to push him away and sulk; only to make his offense stronger and kisses you more.

"miya, answer my damn question-"

"ooh, pulling out miya are we?" teasingly, he smirks and how attractive it is to watch that stupid man in front of you lovingly mock you.

"it's not that hard of a question to answer." crossing your arms and folding your legs, you move to the other side of the couch before he scooches towards you to gift a disgustingly fat and tender kiss on your cheek.

"okay, then what's yer favourite colour my love?"

"since i'm not like you," you humph annoyedly, "green."

"then simple, mine is red."

puzzled, you unfold your arms and atsumu's cheesy smiles widens in it itself, slightly beginning to look creepy so you push your palm against his face and move him away, and he laughs before coming in to hug you once more.

"they're complementary colours, baby. it's supposed to be romantic." chuckling, his face is attached to your stomach and he lays upon your body, although the position is awkward.

"it sounds like christmas. and what are complementary colours?" disproving his point and forgetting the reason why you asked him the question in the first place, you relax your body and sit up properly for atsumu to prop his head on your legs.

"they're like colours that are opposites but they're good together. like us. and what's wrong with christmas, scrooge?" twiddling your fingers between his, he mutters and awaits your response.

"that was corny, and you only enjoy christmas because you're not the one making the christmas list for all of our friends and family." flicking his head you scold him and he winces, before bringing your fingers back and trapping them in his hands.

"now i have an excuse to hold your hand as well as provide for my own safety!" he pauses for a moment, "hey i do help with christmas shopping."

"you chose to buy fuzzy dice for samu last year."

"that was a good 1800¥ spent."

"he doesn't even own a car."

"what matters is that we spend too much money on him and last year was a cool down compared to all the rocking gifts i've got him before."

"you know what, it's fine, i'll handle the shopping but you pay for it."

"i'll accept that. now, i need to go upstairs i have super secret agent stuff to attend." he kisses the top of your head and bolts upstairs.

"miya atsumu, i know you're changing the shopping basket gifts for samu! get back down here."

a/n: my exams are ending soon thank whoever is up there

Warnings: dry humping, post-timeskip Atsumu

Synopsis: you boldly take the initial stride, enlisting the help of Atsumu to satiate your desires 

Author: @doumadono

A/N: hi, folks, here we go again! This marks my second foray into the Kinktober '23 Collaboration, and guess what? It's my debut in the world of Haikyuu! Brace yourselves, 'cause I'm about to knock it out of the park – hope you're ready to enjoy the ride! 🙌😏 Today's prompt: dry humping

🏐Masterlist🏐

You adored weekends. It was that special time of the week when Atsumu was mostly at home, except for the occasional matches or training sessions. During these weekends together, you both enjoyed indulging in various activities, not necessarily something overly engaging. Sometimes, it was as simple as a quiet book reading session. Atsumu with his favorite book and you with yours, cuddled together on the couch, sipping on warm beverages.

That day had begun innocently enough, both of you enjoying a rare lazy day at home, free from Atsumu's usual training commitments. As you lounged together, engrossed in your books, you nonchalantly threw your legs over his lap. 

Atsumu's hand found its place on your thigh, just above your knee, his thumb caressing the soft fabric of your cotton leggings in a mesmerizing rhythm. While he continued to delve into the dense criminal book before him, you found it increasingly challenging to concentrate on your psychological thriller while you felt the warmth of his hand on you. Oh, your boyfriend had an effect on you, there was no doubt.

The decision to take your relationship slow had seemed logical at the time, but now, with the seemingly innocent touch sending electrifying sensations through your spine and directly to your core, you couldn't recall the rationale behind it. Yet, you started to realize that you yearned for Atsumu and his touch. The desperation had grown to the point where you were on the verge of breaking your own rules.

You resisted for a few minutes before impulsively taking the book from his hands. Straddling him, you cupped his handsome face with your palms, initiating a slow, deep kiss that ignited a passionate blaze between you. Atsumu's hands traveled to your hips, and his touch traced the length of your spine through the soft shirt you wore. The electric current that had begun with the touch of his thumb on your thigh now surged between you, filling the air with palpable desire as your kisses grew increasingly fervent.

His grip on your hips urging you both closer until you could practically feel the heat radiating from each other's centers made you gasp deeply. He moaned into the kiss and pulled your lip between his bottom teeth, sucking on it.

Gently tugging at the short, dark hair at the nape of his neck, you exposed his throat and began a series of open-mouthed kisses along it, leaving a small mark where you could feel his pulse quickening. Your fingers moved stealthily, sliding up to pull his t-shirt up, allowing your hands to explore the soft skin of his torso. It was a mutual decision to shift positions during this intimate encounter, and as you gazed into his large, brown eyes, you couldn't help but grin. You adjusted your hips so that his crotch was nestled between your legs, and when you rolled your pelvis experimentally, both of you couldn't contain your moans.

Your breaths were becoming increasingly ragged, and you were acutely aware of his fascinated gaze as you moved together. "Oh, Atsumu, you’re so good to me, baby...."

Atsumu didn't stop you; in fact, he supported himself with one foot on the floor, giving you a more stable surface to grind against. Leaning in so close that his nose was buried in your hair and his lips brushed against your ear. He ran the ip of his tongue on his bottom lip, and  whispered, "Will you cum for me, Y/N?"

A needy whine escaped your lips, and you nodded vigorously, arching your body to press even closer to him, craving more of the delicious friction between your thighs. "Y-yeah, yes, I'll, oh God..."

Atsumu maintained his firm stance, propped up on his elbow while skillfully keeping your hands at bay. The tantalizing friction of his rock-hard cock against your clit sent waves of pleasure rippling through you, even through the thin layers of clothing that separated your bodies. Your impending climax simmered powerfully and achingly low between your thighs. Lost in the rhythm of your movements against him, it took you a moment to realize you had been moaning his name, desperately entreating him for release. "Oh, Atsumu, baby, yes, yes, you feel so good….”

His wicked chuckle, delivered right against your ear, caused your core to spasm and throb around emptiness, your orgasm tantalizingly close. "Oh, babygirl, holy hell, you’re hot.”

As you let out a soft, almost incoherent whimper, his fingers traced a tantalizing path along the curve of your hip, slipping into the dip at your waist and then up over your ribs to gently cup your breast. His thumb grazed your nipple through your shirt ever so delicately, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through you. He continued to caress the pebbled nub with a rhythmic motion, lifting his head from your neck to gaze at you intently. His lips brushed yours in a fleeting kiss, more like a whisper, as he murmured, "Cum for me, babygirl, I know you can."

In response, a moan escaped your lips, a sound that even to your own ears, sounded raw and desperate. You nodded fervently, your body writhing against his, your hands finding their way to his hair and face as he finally released them. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"

Atsumu had leaned back slightly to observe your expressions, and the look of wonder in his eyes filled you with gratitude as your orgasm washed over you, forcing your eyes shut as you quivered against him.

He held you tenderly as you rode out the waves of pleasure, only shifting to cuddle you when your breathing steadied, and your eyes fluttered open. 

You could feel his presence against your pussy still but he was only half-hard now, the bulge in his sweatpants barely visible. "I love you, Atsumu," you whined, nuzzling him.

“And I love you too, my wild babygirl.”

pairing: miya atsumu x reader

genre: angst, post break-up

soundtrack: 飛鳥和蟬

an: I don’t think I’ll be writing haikyuu for a while but this idea whacks me in the head every now and then sooo (❍ᴥ❍ʋ)

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The wind blows, and life goes on. 

The sky fades into a myriad of periwinkles and peaches, complementing an expanse of miscanthus stretching beyond the horizon which sways in the salt-kissed sunset breeze. The scenery alone would be ethereal, have it not been viewed through the hollow, doe periphery of a heartbroken blonde. As Atsumu finds himself staring into the distance, the corners of his eyes are eventually glassed with a film of tears whilst his trembling fingers tumble with a dull bracelet.

1. “Tsumu! Where are you? I thought we were supposed to go on a date at the amusement park today?” 

“Damn it — sorry babe! Practice calls, and it seems like our coach isn’t planning on letting us leave any time soon. I’ll make it up to ya next time okay?” Before you could even protest, your boyfriend hung up on the call. Dismay would had been an understatement to describe how you felt at that moment: conflict, chagrin, despondence — all of which bloomed like buds deep within. 

This wasn’t the first time Atsumu called off a date at the last minute, and needless to say, you weren’t pleased at all with his actions. However, in spite of the seething frustration that bubbled in your chest every time he did this to you, you reminded yourself to remain calm. You could never bring yourself to hate the blonde (or at least for now). Volleyball was a prominent part of his life, but so were you. You understood how important the sport was to Atsumu, yet with the saying being “it’s every man for himself”, a teeny bit of you hoped that he could choose his girlfriend over practice. 

And with a heavy heart, you chose to put those feelings aside. After all, being his partner, shouldn’t you be unconditionally supporting Atsumu in all of his endeavours? 

With the place feeling like dejá vu, it brings back faded recollections the male wishes to hold onto before they slip past his fingertips. Bit by bit, shattered fragments gradually piece themselves together, creating visages of what Atsumu would deem as his ‘sweet old days’ that he yearns to relish. Moments of you and him lying on the hill’s summit staring as remnants of tangerine and gold bask the skyline, the two of you excitedly talking about what a shared future would’ve been like, the giggles and incessant bickering that reverberate in the air like chimes whilst both of you dance under a doom of shimmering starlight — all of them come back to his mind one by one.

2. “I’m sorry y/n! I — I know I haven’t been the best boyfriend, but I’m willing to change ok? I promise I’ll spend more time with you once interhigh competitions come to an end. Please ... just wait for a little longer.” 

Evident disappointment was written all over your face, and the sinking feeling that had been bugging you did nothing — but only grew stronger once you heard Atsumu’s explanation. Nevertheless, a strained grin creased your face; you simply chortled it off, reminding the blonde that it’s alright and he should focus on his volleyball competitions for the time being with a simple “Alright ... I’ll wait, Tsumu”.

To be frank, you didn’t know how long you could wait. Atsumu had been using the same reason over and over; and if you had to be honest with yourself, you were long sick of his behaviour. Of all the countless opportunities you gave your boyfriend, it felt like he took them for granted — never learning his lessons despite being forgiven repeatedly without a single complaint uttered from none other than his girlfriend. 

And if he wasn’t the one to treasure the present, to cherish the bonds made and the selfless commitments devoted by you into the relationship, then why should you give him another second chance?

Twilight beckons, and a tear slips down Atsumu’s face in melancholic tranquility. Those could be called the happiest days of his entire life. Reminiscences of your smile, your touch and your laughter have long been engrained into his head, taking him on a trip down the memory lane as he thinks about you every now and then. How are you doing? Have you found someone else to replace his place in your heart? Would your mind still wander off to him? The questions throb at the back of his mind, akin to a persistent toothache. Still, the blonde knows this more than anyone else. 

No matter how tormenting his regret could be, there was no way he could turn back time and make things work again. Not when the damage is done and the pain of your breakup with Atsumu still stabs him in the heart even after all these years. 

In hindsight, maybe this is a lesson meant for him to learn. Perhaps he should’ve been a better lover, devoting more time into the relationship with you instead of spending most of it on volleyball. If he had prioritised you over his passion, could the heartbreak be avoided? If he had treasured his blessings, would the cicatrix in his heart remain, acting as a grim reminder of his past mistakes? In all honesty, Atsumu don’t know. It is already too late for redemption by the time the blonde opens his eyes and realises what he has done to you. Yet one thing is for sure — he shouldn’t have taken all of this for granted. 

3. “I ... I don’t think this is going to work between the two of us, Tsumu.” Mustering the remaining strength you got, you decided to confront the blonde setter on a certain day. “I think ... it’s better if we end this relationship.” 

To him, your confrontation bore no resemblance to a nightmare. Deafening silence lingered, wrapping its ghostly tendrils around the blonde’s neck as the grasp around Atsumu tightened with each second. Confusion wouldn’t suffice to describe the hurricane of emotions which stirred havoc inside him. Weren’t the two of you head over heels for one another a couple of months prior? What went wrong? 

Happiness is, and would never be everlasting — he should’ve known that very well. Atsumu should’ve caught onto the subtle signs that set off warning bells inside his head: the chaste glances, the sudden coldness laced within your tone each time you talk, the increasing distance between you and him as the months fly by. Yet the setter is naive to say the least, failing to discern how circumstances are on the verge of spiralling down a bad turn. 

4. “Wait! I ... I don’t understand. Why ... y/n?” 

Your heart clenched as you heard the desperation in Atsumu’s plea, eyes evading his shocked stare; you had made up your mind, and there was no way you would be turning back. It was excruciating for things to end this way, but you had no choice. Enough was enough, you were long exhausted of this one-sided romance. 

“Tsumu, I’ve had enough.” You gritted out the statement, trying your best to hold back the tears that were threatening to burst from your waterline. “Love should be mutual, and both partners should play an equal role in the relationship by devoting the same amount of time and effort into making all of this work. But is this the case between you and me?”

Instantly, Atsumu fell silent. 

“For all these months I’ve endured and endured, giving my everything in a forlorn hope that our relationship would still work. I’ve given many second chances, trying to support you with everything I’ve got. But have you? Have you did anything for me in return?” Your voice began to crack, recalling how you used to sob into your pillow in the middle of the night when the blonde only cares about volleyball instead of you. 

“Not everyone is willing to give a second chance ... and not everyone is willing to wait for a lifetime.” 

And that was the last thing Atsumu heard before you were completely gone from his life.  

A whistle in the wind pulls the blonde back into reality. As his puffy sorrel eyes interlock with the empyrean, the heart-wenching memories dissipate within an instant — followed by an exasperated sigh while Atsumu wipes falling tears off his stained cheeks. 

“I must’ve been a fool ...” He begin, confessions filled with none other than inexplicable lament muttered under his breath. A multitude of constellations greet his vision; blinking and winking down at the blonde, a cynical grin is all Atsumu can manage. For once, the night sky illumined with an infinite milky belt doesn’t look so empty; at least not so — when compared to the tenebrosity of the void deep within the blonde’s heart. It reminds him of the things he had lost, the mistakes he made, and what could’ve had been a beautiful future with you had he not been the culprit who ruined it all. 

“To not cherish such an amazing girlfriend, that’s so stupid of me — ugh ... why is it that we learn the pain of losing something important, when its too late for regrets? Stupid ... so stupid ...” 

The wind blows, and life goes on. 

The only thing Atsumu wished that hadn’t gone along with the breeze, albeit painful to hold onto, was his recollections with you.